Butcher took his hand out of his pocket, put his fingers together, and hooked twice at Homelander.
"Come on."
The voice under the mask was muffled and smiling.
"Aren't you going to kill me? Why are you standing there staring?"
Homelander's face turned from red to white and then back to red again. The heat vision burned in his eyes so much that they almost overflowed. The corners of his mouth twitched twice but he couldn't hold back a single word.
He moved.
The whole person bumped into him, his shoulders pressed against Butcher's chest, and he pushed him to fly back.
In the first container, the iron sheets bulged from the inside out, the welds collapsed, and the entire wall flew out.
The second, the third, the fourth.
It penetrated four layers of iron sheets, and pieces of iron and rotten cardboard boxes from the container were flying everywhere.
Homelander pushed Butcher all the way to the edge of the yard.
"Go to hell!"
He pressed him against the iron sheet of the last container, strangled his neck with his right hand, raised his fist with his left hand, and punched him down.
Butcher tilted his head and got punched on the mask, but it was okay.
"That's it?"
Homelander punched again, this time bending the corner pillar of the container.
Butcher's back was sunk into the iron sheet, but his head was still tilted to look at him, and his eyes were bright behind the mask.
"Still no pain?!"
Butcher reached out, grabbed the wrist that Homelander was holding his neck, and twisted it.
Click!
"Oh! fuck!"
Homelander's wrist was twisted to an abnormal angle. A moment of shock flashed across his face, and then Butcher kicked him in the stomach.
He kicked him out of his body, flew backwards for more than ten meters, and landed on a pile of pallets, causing sawdust to fly.
Butcher dug himself out of the iron sheet.
"You used to punch someone through with one punch."
"Hitting me now is like scratching an itch. Homelander, are you getting old?"
Homelander climbed up from the pile of pallets, his cloak was torn in half, his hair was stained with splinters of wood, and his eyes were as red as two light bulbs.
"What the hell..."
He rushed over again, this time he was smarter, he didn't hit hard, and went around to the side, his heat vision burned Butcher's knees.
"Comfortable..."
Butcher just smiled lightly at this attack.
Then Butcher turned around and punched, and Homelander raised his hand to block it.
His fist hit his forearm. Homelander was knocked back three steps by the punch, and his feet plowed two furrows on the ground.
"Impossible."
Homelander looked down at his forearm. The bone was cracked, and a fine line extended from the wrist to the elbow. He couldn't feel the pain, but the bone was cracked.
"Where the hell did you get this power?!"
Butcher shook his fist and smiled evilly.
"I said, my current name is Minta."
He rushed forward again, and the two men struggled with each other, hitting each other with fists, elbows, knees, and head-to-head collisions.
Containers suffered damage one after another, and craters of various shapes were knocked out of the iron walls. Some were dented from the inside out, and some were dented from the outside.
At the other end of the yard.
A-Train leaned against the container, with his mouth open, watching the two guys in the distance fight each other with iron sheets flying all over the place, and turned to look at the row of masked men next to him.
Hughie, Frenchie, Mother's Milk, Kimiko, Starlight.
The five of them stood there quietly, looking at him as if they were looking at a trash can on the roadside.
"Gift crab..."
A-Train took a step back, hit his heel on a brick, and almost fell.
"Butcher Where the hell did he get this kind of power? Ah? He used to be an ordinary person! An ordinary person!"
No one answered him.
"How many of you are there too?"
He pointed at Hughie, "You couldn't even hold a gun steady before!"
Hughie tilted his head, the voice under the mask was very calm.
"I can hold it steady now, and I've eaten that sissy guy."
"My current name is Ninja!"
"Shet!??"
A-Train took another step back.
Glancing at the distance, Homelander was punched into the iron sheet of the container by Butcher. The container protruded into the shape of a fist from the inside.
"Crazy. All crazy."
He turned and ran.
The engine under his feet exploded with a buzzing sound, and the whole person turned into a Inazuma, rushed two hundred meters, jumped over a fence, and disappeared behind the block.
Mother's Milk, who was wearing Samo Mask, glanced sideways.
"Run away?"
Starlight, no, now it's time to call Reisu, take a step forward.
"Don't worry about him."
Hughie also spoke.
"The master has told me that the main target is Homelander."
Frenchie leaned against a pillar, touched Kabo Mask on his face, and his tone was much calmer than before.
"A-Train That idiot can just run away."
"Anyway, a monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple. Sooner or later he will become the carrier of Ika and the others."
Kimiko, who was wearing Manny Mask, also spoke at this time.
"But having said that, that guy named Butcher has a good willpower, and he can still maintain a trace of his will even now."
"Maybe I have some obsession, but it will be over soon."
Several people were chatting, and it was obvious that several generals had completely devoured the will of several people.
the other side.
Homelander was still struggling when he was pulled out of the iron sheet by Butcher.
The heat vision burned Butcher's face at close range. It burned for a long time, and there was not even a breath of heat on the mask.
"I'll fuck your mother Butcher!"
Butcher pinched the back of his neck with one hand and lifted him out of the pile of scrap metal like a cat.
"Who are you fucking?"
"I'll fuck you!"
Butcher punched him in the stomach.
Homelander The curse words in his mouth were thrown back, his stomach was so full that he almost vomited it out.
"You used to fuck Beca!."
Another punch.
"Are you happy?"
Punch after punch, each punch hit Homelander's body. It was not fatal, but it hurt, it hurt so much that he couldn't even focus his heat vision.
"Fuck you!"
Butcher lifted him up and threw him to the ground, causing the cement floor to crack in a circle.
Then he let go, took a step back, raised his neck, and moved his shoulders, as if he had just finished a set of Warm-Up.
Homelander was lying on the ground, his chest heaving up and down, there was no good place on his body, his cloak was torn into strips, and his uniform was torn like a rag.
"You... you fucking..."
"Shh."
Butcher raised a finger in front of the mask.
"Stop talking. Listen."
Homelander was stunned for a moment, and then he heard it.
Footsteps.
Very many.
Densely packed, they surged out from the gaps in the containers on all sides, crawled out from the shadows at the edge of the yard, and emerged from the cracks in the ground.
It's about the size of a fist, black, round, a bit like a grain of rice, but one end is bigger and the other is smaller.
The big one has a split mouth full of teeth, and the small one drags two short legs and runs very fast.
Shadow Eater Soldiers.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
They poured out from every corner, making chirping noises from their mouths, like mice, but sharper and denser than mice, and together they were as loud as the tide.
"Hahaha..."
"The carrier of Minta is really good. How dark it is inside! How can you summon so many Shadow Eater Soldiers in such a period of time?"
Xiu Yi (Ninja) said in surprise.
Homelander backed up and kicked something with his heel. He looked down and saw a Shadow Eater Soldiers holding his shadow and chewing on it!
And gnawed out a hole!
"What the hell is this!"
He raised his foot and swung the Shadow Eater Soldiers out. The little thing somersaulted in the air, rolled twice on the ground, then got up and ran towards him.
Butcher stood in the middle of the pile of Shadow Eater Soldiers, with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to look at him.
"My soldiers."
"How is it?"
Homelander bounced up from the ground, and his heat vision struck Butcher's face.
Three Shadow Eater Soldiers jumped up in the middle and were burned to ashes, but five more came up from behind, completely blocking the heat vision.
"What the hell is this!"
Butcher ignored him, raised his foot, and a Shadow Eater Soldiers climbed up along his trouser leg, squatted on his shoulder, and chirped twice.
"My soldiers are already hungry and thirsty."
He tilted his head and said something to the little thing on his shoulder.
"Are you hungry?"
"Chi chi chi chi chi!"
More than 10,000 Shadow Eater Soldiers screamed at the same time, and the sound made the iron sheet of the container buzz.
Homelander glanced at the densely packed black little things around him.
He glanced at more people running towards him in the distance, gritted his teeth, kicked off his feet, and flew away.
Flying upward, the heat vision swept across the ground, burning out a wall of fire, burning hundreds of Shadow Eater Soldiers to death, but more came from behind the wall of fire.
He flew higher, reaching a hundred or two hundred meters, and then looked down at the bottom.
Butcher stood in the middle of the yard, looking up at him. Shadow Eater Soldiers were surrounded by circles, densely packed, like black sesame seeds scattered on the ground.
"Run."
"Run back and cry!"
Homelander hung in the sky for two seconds, and his face twisted twice.
I wanted to rush down, but after taking a look at the small black thing underneath, I gritted my teeth, turned around and flew away.
Butcher watched the white dot in the sky getting smaller and smaller, and laughed.
"It seems that another general is about to revive."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the yard. He took two steps and paused.
His eyes fell on the pier at the edge of the yard.
There was a cargo ship parked there, with several large white characters painted on the hull.
Tokyo.
Butcher tilted his head.
"Hometown?"
He smiled, his eyes shining under the mask.
He raised his chin and nodded in the direction of the boat.
The Shadow Eater Soldiers on his shoulder chirped twice, jumped off his shoulder, bounced when it landed, and then ran towards the ship.
"Chi chi chi chi..."
The more than 10,000 Shadow Eater Soldiers behind them began to move and surged towards the dock like the tide.
The black mass squeezed out from the gaps in the containers and passed under the fence at the edge of the yard.
Climb up from the gaps in the wooden plank road at the pier, just like ants moving, and climb up along the cables, anchor chains and springboards on the ship.
"Chi chi chi chi chi chi..."
Butcher stood in the yard, with his hands in his pockets, watching the ship being covered layer by layer with small black things.
From the deck to the cabin to the bridge, it was so dark that it looked like it had been painted with a layer of moving paint.
"Go ahead."
"Hahahaha..."
"A real treat."
Several screams came from the boat, but they soon disappeared and were drowned out by the sound of chirping.