Old Minister looked at Lynn, not John, who fell. The wrinkled old face was instantly filled with uncontrollable fear.
Missed!
He killed the wrong person and broke the only backbone of these monsters!
Looking at the motionless blond boy kneeling on the ground, Old Minister's pupils contracted violently.
He knew that he had no way out, and he had to take advantage of the second when the other party fell into extreme grief to strike the final blow!
Old Minister gritted his teeth and desperately raised Wand in his hand again. The tip of the staff pointed directly at the back of John's head, and frantically spit out the fatal syllable. "Avada..."
Roar--!
The golden retriever Buddy, who had always behaved like a loyal dog, completely shattered his disguise at this moment.
Its hind legs suddenly exerted force, and its huge body turned into a golden afterimage. It opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and bitten the right wrist of Old Minister that was holding Wand.
Click!
Buddy's bite force directly bit Old Minister's wrist into two pieces.
"Ah--!"
Old Minister let out a shrill scream, and Wand escaped.
Buddy took advantage of the situation and grabbed the Wand in mid-air. After landing, he retreated a few meters away without hesitation. A pair of dog eyes looked as cold as a dead man.
On the other side of the rooftop, everyone at Long Island Estate finally woke up from this sudden change.
The smile on Reggie's face completely froze, and the battery in Annie's hand fell into the puddle.
Tommy, Kevin, and the four Little Turtles who had just experienced the pain of losing their father, all stared blankly at Lynn lying in the arms of John.
Their eyes turned blood red in less than half a second.
No crying, no tears.
These children who were picked up from the laboratory and the sewer by Lynn felt like something had completely exploded in their chests.
That was something they had never experienced in their lives, the sadness and rage that could burn their reason to ashes.
Benjamin and Black Noir took a step forward.
As adults who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, they realized that the situation was out of control earlier than the children.
Lynn is dead.
The chain is broken.
But Benjamin did not shout to John to stop, and Black Noir did not put away the double knives in his hands.
They are not the benevolent and moral saints in those bloody movies, let alone good men and women.
They are killers and monsters.
Lynn redeemed them all.
Now that he was killed, how could they stop his family from venting their emotions?
Benjamin just silently took half a step back, blocking the children with his tall body.
He held the curled-edged dagger tightly and looked coldly at the frightened Ministry of Magic Auror in front of him, with only the purest killing intent in his eyes.
It rained harder.
John knelt on the ground, maintaining the posture of holding Lynn, and remained silent for ten seconds.
Pain, confusion, helplessness.
Lynn once told him many stories, trying to put his conscience into his mind little by little.
Maybe Lynn himself didn't expect that before he had time to say to John, "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." He himself fell into the mud before he even saw John become a real hero.
Shackles is broken.
The chain of tenderness around the devil's neck, woven from three meals a day and bedtime stories, was completely burned away by a green light.
John slowly laid Lynn's body flat on the clean ground, and even carefully helped him adjust the hem of his windbreaker.
Then, he stood up.
John lowered his head and looked at his hands stained with water.
His shoulders began to shrug slightly.
Then, he smiled.
It was a smile that made everyone present, including Benjamin, feel numb.
The originally clear blue eyes were now filled with exploding red bloodshot eyes, and a kind of madness exploded in his eyes.
No more Lynn.
What qualifications does this world have for him to follow the rules?
"Minister of Protection!"
Fifteen Auror looked at the blond boy who turned around with a strange smile on his face, and instinctively felt the approach of death.
They all raised Wand in unison, and dozens of the most powerful defensive barriers were instantly formed in front of them.
But all of this was as fragile as a joke in front of the completely crazy Homelander.
Boom!
John didn't use Heat Vision. He directly used the most brutal physical strength to smash the dozen layers of magic shields.
A sonic boom cloud exploded on the rooftop.
The one at the front, Auror, didn't even see John's movements clearly, he just felt a chill in his chest.
John's arm had penetrated his chest like a hot knife cutting through butter, directly pulling out the still-beating heart and crushing it.
"Monster! Die!"
Another Auror waved Wand in horror and launched a Severing Charm, hitting John's face, but not even a white mark was left.
John tilted his head slightly, and the smile on his face became brighter.
He stretched out his hands, clasped the Auror's shoulders one on the left and the other on the right, and pulled them sharply to both sides like tearing open a torn newspaper.
The sky-wide rain of blood, mixed with internal organs, was scattered wantonly on the top floor of Pentagon.
This was a one-sided massacre without any suspense.
John is like a mad god who tramples wantonly in the sheepfold. His fists, knees, elbows, every part of his body has become the most deadly weapon.
The sound of broken bones and shrill screams merged into one.
Those who didn't have time to escape with Marge, and the few remaining mutant children of New Vanguard Camp, couldn't escape this indiscriminate liquidation.
In John's scarlet eyes, any living creature that can breathe other than Long Island Estate must be buried with Lynn.
Zhi--!
The thick red laser Cleansweep passed by.
Two New Vanguard Camp children who tried to escape, along with several Auror, were cut in half in an instant. Their bodies burned violently in the high temperature, emitting a pungent stench.
Less than half a minute.
On the entire tarmac, except for the Long Island Estate people, there was not a single living creature that could stand.
Old Minister covered his broken wrist and sat in despair among the broken limbs and arms on the ground.
His kind and hypocritical old face was filled with only fear at the moment.
He looked at the blond demon walking toward him step by step, covered in blood, and finally realized what kind of terrifying existence he had unleashed.
John walked up to Old Minister, and the smile on his face disappeared little by little, turning into indifference like a pool of stagnant water.
He didn't give Old Minister any chance to ask for mercy.
A blood-stained boot was raised high, and then stepped down heavily with terrifying force.
Pfft.
The top floor of Pentagon was completely quiet.
Only the heavy rain washed away the pool of blood on the ground, and the blond monster standing in the sea of blood, looking down at his hands.