The root of American comics

Chapter The Meaning of Superheroes ()

Andersen pushed Peter away at the moment of crisis and then dodged Camos' knife. .biqugev

Camos's bones crackled as he cut off the tentacles of an octopus that appeared again, then grabbed one of the tentacles and pulled the octopus over fiercely, splitting it in half with a knife, and the octopus's body slowly lay on the ground. disappear.

Then he ran in front of Andersen, raising the knife. In front of his extremely fast speed that surpassed humans and even reached the heroic spirit level, Andersen's obstruction was useless.

Kantan waved his hands, and two magic circles appeared in his hands. He moved the two magic circles in circles on his chest with a painful expression. Camos's knife suddenly stopped. No, it became Extremely slow.

Kamos only felt that his whole body was restrained by a strong force, accompanied by a strong sense of suffocation. It seemed that his whole body was enveloped by a membrane, isolating him from the outside world.

This is magic that exceeds Kantan's current ability. He is just a newbie magician. The hell magic he uses needs to be connected to hell energy. Now his energy control cannot prevent him from casting this level of magic. Invulnerable to hellish energies.

Magicians, in the final analysis, will only gain some resistance due to long-term exposure to energy, and they will not be that outstanding.

"Acodo...Think about Lepoh...Sabiro..."

A black light appeared in Kantan's eyes, and he recited a spell composed of hell language intermittently.

The boy in black robes was stirring everywhere, and some uncontrollable hell energy was constantly venting out of his body, and his white mask was constantly seeping blood.

The blood dripped on his black robe, which looked particularly strange.

The black light in his eyes alternated between strong and dim. He gritted his teeth and struggled to maintain the magic.

Andersen got up from the ground, holding the open book in his hand. The pages were turning automatically without any wind. He only saw the blue-haired boy whispering words in his mouth. If you listen carefully, you will find that they are all the words he has written. fairy tale.

"You pissed me off."

After he stopped humming, Andersen looked at Camos coldly.

Behind him appeared many strange or handsome people and creatures, including swans, icemen, mermaids, dream gods, calligraphers, fleas, dryads, princes, ice queens, little match girls...

The Snow Queen makes the world covered with ice and snow, every flapping of the swan's wings brings hurricanes, and the dryad controls the trees growing from the ground...

Camos was swept away in an instant, and his end was disastrous.

The terrifying magic power in Andersen's body was released, making Kantan feel like he was in a vast ocean.

"Is it over...it hurts..."

Kantan lifted the magic and fell directly to the ground, blood seeping out of his mask.

However, Andersen did not stop releasing his magic power. He looked coldly at the place where Camos died, and looked at the plasma there, his expression filled with anger for the first time.

Slowly, wisps of black emerged from the plasma. They gathered together, and black particles continued to appear in the air, condensing his body.

Camos is resurrected.

"It's so scary. With this kind of power, you are no longer a mortal, right? I heard those magicians say that it was so mysterious that it didn't take long for someone to be born like you, so it's impossible for you to be born, so...you are A heroic spirit, right?"

When Camos was acting as a superhero, he met several people who had magic powers and chatted with them. However, after those people acted several times, they all disappeared, leaving him confused for a while. .

Listening to his voice, Andersen's face became even worse. He said with obvious anger: "Unexpectedly! Let a child do this for me!"

Andersen suppressed his anger, but his expression became even worse.

"Haha...I suddenly felt that the stupid Dragon Quest story would be good to write."

His fairy tales once again displayed various powers and supernatural powers and swept towards Camos.

The reborn Kamos erupted with black mud. He didn't know how to use energy, so he simply violently exploded his accumulated energy. Soon the park was filled with rivers of black mud.

The tree spirit used the branches to rescue Peter and Kantan. The tree spirit turned into a tall tree and protected them on the crown of the tree. New trees and branches continued to grow under the tree, resisting the erosion of the black mud. Most of the other fairy tales were wiped out by the black mud.

"very scary……"

On a thick branch in the crown of the tree, Peter watched this scene, his little face turned pale with fright.

Next to him, Kantan was sitting against the back of a tree. The mask on his face had already slipped off. He looked at what was happening below and murmured: "It's so scary."

"Peter, what do you think our parents will do if they face this?"

Peter, who was holding back tears and had red eyes, turned to look at him when he heard what he said.

The two little brothers, both of whom were ordinary children some time ago, saw cowardice in each other's eyes.

"Are you scared too?" Aren't you a superhero? "

Peter sobbed.

"You have to face it if you're afraid, right?"

At this time, Kantan's heart changed from a pure child's desire for a hero to his own understanding. Are you afraid? Others will be afraid, right? This is as it should be, right?

So it makes sense for me, who has the ability, to try my best to prevent others from feeling the fear I feel at this time, right?

Noh, what do you think?

Kantan thought of his smartest friend. The boy's face seemed to have lost its cowardice because he had figured something out, and his emotions seemed to drive Peter.

What he said made the frightened Peter confused and didn't understand, but he seemed to have grasped something.

the other side.

Andersen was protected by the ice tower shaped by the Snow Queen. He stood on the top of the tower, looked at Camos, and said coldly: "Light the match."

There were two fairy tales standing next to him, one was the Snow Queen, and the other was a little girl with shabby clothes and a pair of big slippers with beautiful blond hair. She held a bundle of matches in her hand and timidly lit them. Got one of them.

"Order more! Don't be so frugal!"

Andersen looked at her unbearable look and immediately added.

The tears in the little girl's eyes ignited a little cruelty, and the fire reflected by the match formed a golden light and shadow behind her. Angels, gods, knights, and unicorns appeared in the light and shadow, and countless things that symbolized light emerged from it. Get out.

The black mud was suppressed and kept shrinking.

Those transformed people of light constantly used their own methods to attack the black mud, but after reaching a certain level, the effect was reduced.

Andersen snatched all the matches from the little girl's hand, and all the matches burned in his hand, and the light and shadow reflected became even bigger, lighting up half of New York.

The black mud continued to gather and then shrink, and Kamos's screams never stopped. Finally, all the black mud turned into a black stone, and Kamos' screams disappeared.