American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers! - Chapter 970 Even if it is a friend, if he offends my father, he must be killed!

As my child, you are qualified to inherit the throne. You must hide your identity and serve the king.

Then, in the future, the king will be defeated and replaced.

At this time, Mordred realized the truth that he was an unfaithful child.

At the same time, he also understood that [King Arthur did not know that he was her child - even if he knew, he would not admit that there was such a filthy child].

Mordred longed for the king madly, and when she knew that he was her child, she felt incomparable happiness. She wanted to fight for the king and protect everything the king had.

Although Xiao Mo at this time had no experience in her previous life, after these days of getting along, Peter had become like King Arthur in her heart.

Little Mordred, with his childlike innocent heart, admired the "flawless" Peter. He followed the chivalry described in the book and constantly trained himself to become a noble knight of his father and protect his father's farm.

Even if it was her first friend, a guy with a different meaning, who violated the taboo, she would kill him without mercy.

The remaining insects' shells glowed brightly with dark green phosphorescence, as if a raging flame had ignited inside them.

The chaotic rustling sound was replaced by a sharp buzzing sound that suddenly rose and was full of aggressiveness.

All the insect heads, big and small, turned in unison in the direction of Mordred.

Thousands of inhuman green dots of light locked onto her in the dim light.

The speed was faster than the previous attack on Peter, with a kind of hysteria of mutual destruction.

"Humph!"

Mordred sneered coldly, showing no fear at all.

This is what she was waiting for.

The moment the swarm started, Mordred's body rushed back like an arrow.

The target was clear: a pile of bunkers made of huge discarded gears and twisted steel plates, like steel tombstones, were located to the rear.

Mordred's movements were so fast that only a shadow was left behind, and his back hit the cold and rough metal heavily, making a dull sound.

Almost at the same time as she got close to the cover, the first wave of insects slammed into the place where she had just stood.

Mordred leaned against the shelter, and his left hand had already taken out something from behind his waist - an old metal tank the size of a fist, covered with rust and valves, which looked like a part removed from an abandoned pressure device.

The mouth of the jar was stuffed with a ball of cotton yarn soaked in dark brown oil.

Her right hand was still holding the aerosol can steadily, while at the same time, her left thumb suddenly rubbed against a match!"laugh!"

Orange-red flames danced in the dim light.

Without any pause, Mordred used all his strength to throw the burning, hissing simple "Molotov cocktail" fiercely into the center of the most densely packed vortex of insects blocking the entrance of the ventilation duct!

The incendiary tank drew a short arc in the air and accurately smashed into the dense insect group!"Boom!!!" A dull explosion!

Flames and thick smoke instantly exploded from the densest area of ​​the insect swarm!

The blazing shock wave carried with it burning oil and hundreds of mutant beetle fragments, like a miniature hell flower suddenly blooming.

The sudden inferno of fire completely crushed the will of the remaining Zerg.

The insects that were not devoured by the flames screamed in fear and despair, like a hornet's nest that had been blown up. They completely lost their unified target of attack and began to fly around aimlessly, crashing into walls and pipes, falling into a completely chaotic state of self-destruction.

Mordred leaned against the cold metal shelter, breathing heavily.

The lenses of the gas mask were covered with a thin layer of water vapor, mixed with the black smoke coming in from outside.

The light of the fire danced across her face, half bright and half sunk into deeper shadow.

After burning the swarm of insects, little Mordred looked at the stunned Grig.

The next second, she, wearing a gas mask, instantly moved in front of Glig and was about to kill him.

But before she could kill the other person, Peter's figure instantly moved in front of her.

"Okay, little Morty, Daddy knows it's you."

Being held in Peter's arms, Xiao Mo's body froze instantly.

"Father, King, did you know it was me?"

Nonsense, you are disguising yourself like this, only covering your face. I’d have to be a fool not to recognize you.

Peter said as he looked at Greg, who was lying on the ground with a look of pain on his face.

"He is your friend, isn't he? Even though he is a friend who has done a lot of evil, your first friendship should not end in blood and killing."

As he spoke, Peter released a beam of divine energy with one hand, which suddenly hit the opponent's leg.

Glig, whose leg was cut, immediately covered the wound and wailed.

"Father, King!"

Hearing Peter's words, little Mordred's eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

"Let's go!"

Peter took a look at the wailing guy, then turned and left with his daughter in his arms.

Although this guy is not dead, there is still judgment waiting for him.

(End of this chapter)