American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers! - Chapter 963: The Farm Does Not Welcome Rebellious Knights

In his left hand, he tightly grasped the gift from the system, the legendary Sword of Promised Victory.

The cold metallic texture came through his palm, and he stared at the light flowing on the sword, falling into deep thought.

This sword, born with the legend of King Arthur, symbolizes the power of domination and destruction. It is the proof of heroism and the embodiment of royal power. It is known as the "sword among swords".

However, the gender of little Mordred in her arms proved a truth.

There, the status of this holy sword is even more transcendent.

It was not forged by mortal hands, but was conceived by the will of the planet itself, with human faith as its cornerstone. It is the "strongest fantasy" crystallized inside the planet and is one of the ultimate divine weapons.

Its power lies in its ability to transform the holder's magic power into pure light, which is released from the sword's edge and transformed into a torrent of beams of light that burns everything.

During the Fourth Holy Grail War, it evaporated a sea demon with a single blow. Its terrifying size and destructive power earned it the title of an "anti-city treasure" that could shake a city.

Peter weighed this holy sword that contained the power of the planet, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

He was not a magician from the Type-Moon world, and the circuits flowing in his body were not magic circuits.

It was not an easy task for him to activate this sword and channel its destructive power.

It seems that I have to find some time to go to England and visit those old-fashioned magicians. Perhaps I can find clues from their dusty books and strange rituals.

Compared to the holy sword which can only be used as a decoration at present, the value of this simple and gorgeous scabbard may be even more astonishing.

The scabbard symbolizes "absolute protection".

According to legend, the great sage Merlin once asked King Arthur: "Sword or sheath, which one do you choose?"

Arthur chose the sword without hesitation, so Merlin sighed: "Foolish! The sheath is worth more than the sword!"

Although it is still unclear where its limits are and whether it can withstand Darkseid's Omega rays, it should not be a problem for it to block Zu's heat vision.

Stroking his beard, Peter couldn't help but complain.

The system was unusually generous this time, and directly packed up the Type-Moon world's top relics and sent them over.

Holding the scabbard, an even more outrageous idea flashed through Peter's mind: If I could get another Holy Grail, could I also summon the Knight King (Saber) in the blue skirt?After thinking about it for a while, Peter looked down at the little Mordred sleeping soundly in his arms, and decided to deal with this "little ancestor" in front of him first.

Lois Lane couldn't believe her eyes.

She witnessed with her own eyes the little girl with fierce eyes who killed Sean with a sword, but she fell asleep after a few gentle words from Peter?And he held her in his arms so naturally?Is it...

Louise's heart was in turmoil, and the sharp mind of a professional reporter was working rapidly. Were all those "children" of various shapes and abilities brought back by Peter in the past "tricked" back in this way?She watched as Peter held little Mordred expertly.

This guy...is not a farmer at all!

Compared to Louise's shock, Star-Lord's reaction seemed much calmer.

After all, he had seen too many similar scenes of brothers and sisters falling from the sky on this farm.

He just quickly adjusted his mindset after the initial surprise, and turned his gaze to Sean's cold body on the ground, his brows furrowed.

"Dad," Star-Lord's voice was confused and a little heavy.

He looked at Mordred in Peter's arms and found that the little guy was already sleeping unconscious, his mouth slightly open, his breathing even, completely different from the fierce man who had just swung the sword.

Peter walked closer holding Mordred, glanced at Sean's body, and explained in a low voice:

"He may have been accidentally exposed to radiation from meteorite fragments, causing his body to mutate and gain some kind of...superpower that requires him to absorb heat from others. He attacked Louise because he was probably unable to control his body's thirst for heat."

When Peter and Jane were drinking coffee at the Talon Club, he used his X-ray vision to scan Sean and found that there was indeed a trace amount of kryptonite in his body.

I guess Sean came here just to take revenge on me.

Star-Lord felt a little speechless.

I guess this guy didn't expect that he would be so unlucky and run into this little ancestor who brought justice from heaven.

Putting Sean's matter aside, Star-Lord pointed to Mordred in Peter's arms and asked in a complicated tone: "Dad, what's her name?"

Star-Lord repeated in a low voice, his brows raised slightly.

Why does this name sound exactly like the rebellious knight in the Arthurian legend who killed his father?He glanced at little Mordred again suspiciously, but the obvious fact that she was a little girl made him immediately deny this ridiculous association.

Star-Lord shook his head, throwing this overly terrifying idea out of his mind.

Back at Padrick's farm, the news that Peter brought back a new member immediately caused a "family meeting" level of shock.

"father!"

Baobao rushed to Peter like a purple whirlwind, with her hands on her hips. Her newly tied pink braids were almost standing up in anger, and her little face was full of dissatisfaction.

"who is she?!"

She pointed at Mordred who was still sleeping in Peter's arms, her tone full of vigilance as if her territory was being invaded, "There are already so many people in our family! Even the old man who runs a tavern in the alley doesn't pick up babies everywhere and raise them like you do! And!"

Baobao’s logic is simple and direct: Dad’s love is limited, and the number of places for daughters is also limited!

Theresa was standing a little further away, holding her stuffed Shiba Inu cat.

At first, her thoughts were similar to Bakugo's, and she was a little displeased with this "sister" who suddenly broke in.

But when her eyes fell on Mordred, that little face that looked heroic even in his sleep, her resistance inexplicably dissipated a little.

Theresa tilted her head, a hint of interest in her eyes.

"Daddy," Theresa's voice was much softer than Bakugo's, with a hint of curiosity, "She's cute, but... she feels different."

She pointed to the knight's sword, "I think she looks like a knight."

Her intuition captured the innate warrior temperament in Mordred.

Peter freed one hand and gently ruffled Theresa's hair, with an approving smile on his face. "She is indeed a knight, a... very special and rebellious knight."

After explaining to Theresa, Peter went to comfort Boom.

Clark looked at the other "father-worried" people on the farm with a gentle but inquiring look.

A-Zu had an unhappy expression on his face.

But competition for farm resources and the dilution of Peter's attention still leave an air of vigilance in the air.

After all, the "Father's Alliance" has a new member, and he doesn't look like a good person.

……

Two days later, the golden-red sunset dyed the wheat waves on the Kansas farm into a golden ocean.

Mordred changed into a fitted sports suit and stood in the shadow of the barn like a little sentinel.

The emerald green eyes were like a vigilant young animal, scanning this overly peaceful land sharply.

The only sounds around were the rustling of corn leaves and the rustling sounds of people running?Suddenly!

A furry Border Collie puppy, like a cream-colored ball of fur, suddenly rolled out from behind the haystack.

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Mordred was stunned, his little face wrinkled instantly, his green eyes were full of confusion and a barely perceptible sense of helplessness.

Subconsciously, and with a bit of chivalry, she kicked her legs lightly, trying to drive away the "unknown creature".

Unexpectedly, this clumsy action was misunderstood by the puppy as a warm invitation!The little fellow immediately became excited, raised his short front paws, and tried to pull at Mordred's calves. His furry little tail was shaking so fast that it almost became a shadow.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the knight's "majesty" was finally defeated by the furry "cuteness".

Little Mordred sighed resignedly, squatted down, and with a little hesitation and curiosity, stretched out his little hand to the other party.

(End of this chapter)