After the Fire impact, Peter slowly lowered his arm.
There were no burns on his arm as Mark and the two others imagined; instead, there were no wounds at all.
"Dad?!"
Mark looked at Peter in shock.
He finally understood why he had Laser Eyes; it turned out he inherited his father's superpower!
Mark cast a look of admiration at Peter.
He wanted to be as cool as his Dad in the future!
Poor Mark still didn't know that the fact he was adopted was already a well-known secret in Peter's circle of friends.
Clark, on the other hand, watched his godfather with heavy breathing.
So, godfather was Superman!
Clark, whose vision and hearing had recently surged, found that his defensive abilities were also growing stronger.
Last time, on the farm, he accidentally put his hand into a rotating harvesting machine and came out completely unharmed.
This made him, who was somewhat troubled, suddenly have different thoughts.
Godfather's body was strong enough to withstand an explosion; could it be that he was actually godfather's child, and Mark was adopted?
Clark, who already understood what 'biological' and 'adopted' meant, began to wonder if he and Mark had been swapped at the hospital.
"Bang!"
A ball of Fire exploded again, and the hot blast of the explosion swept over.
Peter, ignoring the scattered zombies, hugged Mark, put away his katana, and quickly ran outside.
"Oh my God! This is great, you're okay, Lana."
Seeing Lana walking towards her, Neil, who was blocked by the fire and unable to enter, picked her up and excitedly kissed her cheek: "This is great, Lana, I was so scared just now. If I lost you, I really don't know what I would do."
Looking at her Aunt, who was so emotional she was about to cry, Lana wisely comforted her: "I'm fine, Aunt."
"How did you get out, Lana?"
Neil checked if Lana was injured while asking her.
"It was Patrick Uncle."
Lana looked up into the distance.
The flames were as bright and dazzling as the midday sun, illuminating the entire street.
Many cars rushed to the scene, and people, dressed in various robes and pajamas, ran in the street.
She saw someone standing on the Police station steps, cupping their hands around their mouth, shouting something.
The town's piercing Police sirens, fire truck alarms, and the raging inferno seemed to swallow all other sounds.
Lana's gaze searched for Peter's figure among the flames and the crowd, but she didn't find him for a long time.
She let out a breath, and a maiden's melancholy instantly rose in her heart.
In the dim forest, Father Norma stood before a blood altar, holding the black magic book in his hand.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
The zombies confined in the black magic book lost contact one by one, which instantly made him panic.
Fine beads of sweat dripped from his head.
According to the records in the black magic book, if he wanted to obtain the magic power to cure lung cancer, he had to sacrifice more living people.
This was also why he controlled the zombies to go on a rampage in the Great Hall.
The more people that died, the better the sacrifice effect.
The initial process went smoothly, and many people were killed by the zombies.
Just as he was using Black Magic to control these undead creatures to leave, he unexpectedly lost contact with all of them.
These were all undead creatures he had painstakingly cultivated, and losing them all at once caused him immense pain.
More importantly, if these zombies fell into the hands of the government, it would definitely cause big trouble.
"Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!"
Just as he was trying to contact the zombies with magic, he suddenly heard a strange sound in the forest.
"Who?!"
Father Norma, highly alert, immediately shouted into the forest.
"It's me, Father Norma."
A somewhat familiar voice came.
Father Norma looked up at the forest entrance.
Under the dim moonlight, the newcomer's face gradually became clear.
"Peter?"
Father Norma looked in surprise at the suddenly appearing Peter, and Clark and Homelander standing on his left and right.
"Why... are you here?"
"That should be my question to you, Father Norma."
Peter looked at the bloody altar, "Father, as a clergyman, such an act should be blasphemy against God, shouldn't it?"
"I'm..."
Father Norma pretended to be foolish and said, "I'm holding a spiritual purification ceremony."
"By sacrificing others' Death?"
Peter took a step forward and reached out to grab the black magic book in his hand.
Father Norma tried to stop him but was slapped away.
Holding the black magic book in his hand, Peter casually flipped open a page.
"Undead creatures? So, Father Norma, you told those who lost loved ones about the resurrection of corpses, coaxing them to bury the bodies in that swamp, right?"
Father Norma, whose teeth were loosened by the slap, looked at Peter in shock.
"Who exactly are you?"
He never expected that the seemingly ordinary farmer possessed such incredible power.
Peter didn't answer and continued, "My cousin Louis lost little Terry, and his wife was distraught, so she was swayed by you and buried little Terry's body in that swamp. One night, little Terry returned to life."
"But what she didn't know was that any reversal of fate comes at a price. She wanted to fight Death, but it was like putting a coin on a railway track and wishing to stop a high-speed train."
Staring at the other party, Peter's eyes narrowed.
"Little Terry, controlled by you, killed Louis and his wife, and then turned into a zombie. These zombies, controlled by you, launched this Carnage tonight, right?"
Father Norma stood up and said resentfully, "Yes, I controlled these undead creatures to attack people, because I wanted to change my fate. I have lung cancer, and for my illness, I need to sacrifice them!"
Clark, standing nearby, was stunned when he heard his godfather's words!
He thought the characters in 'The Monkey's Paw' only existed in stories.
How could someone truly harm others for their own greed?
Clark's fists tightened.
Mark listened to the conversation between his father and Father Norma, but he didn't show any anger.
Anyway, this guy was going to be taken down by his father, so whatever he did didn't matter.
Mark had already guessed that Dad was here to take him down.
"I've faithfully believed in God for half my life, and this is how He treats His believers?"
Father Norma said resentfully, "I have seen all sorts of misfortunes of people, and I have personally witnessed how fate controls their lives. Since everyone's life is a donkey cart rushing towards a cliff, then let us all fall into the dark abyss together!"
Saying that, he prepared to cast a spell to take down Peter and his group.
The next second, Peter lunged to his side.
"Crack!"
Father Norma's neck made a crisp sound, instantly twisted and broken.