Completely torn apart.
Vaporized by high temperature.
Frozen into a stiff ice sculpture.
Even the blood was drained from the whole body...
Oh, there are also Patriots, Ancestors, Zuan people, Zuzuxia...
Lynn has lost count of how many times he has closed his eyes in this endless cycle of darkness and death.
He is like a viewer forced to watch countless endings of a bad movie, experiencing a million ways to die in every timeline without "Long Island Estate".
Until, the surrounding darkness faded away like a tide again.
The crisp chirping of birds accompanied by the breeze blew across Lynn's cheeks.
He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was lying on a rocking chair.
In front of you is an overgrown but very quiet farmhouse. Beyond the wooden fence is an isolated wilderness.
Lynn stood up, his bones making a hard clicking sound.
He walked to the water tank in the yard and glanced at the reflection on the water.
The man in the water had white hair, and the wrinkles on his face were so deep that they could trap mosquitoes. He looked to be almost seventy years old.
A strange memory flooded into my mind.
During the underground laboratory massacre that shocked the entire Vought International, he took a leave of absence due to severe acute gastroenteritis and escaped the death by chance.
In the following decades, he remained anonymous, escaped the hustle and bustle of the city, hid in this isolated little courtyard, and lived like a real ordinary old man until today.
"You are really lucky."
Lynn shook his head mockingly, turned around and walked into the simple cabin.
Inside the house, an old TV set was rustling.
Lynn picked up the half cup of coffee that was already cold on the table and glanced at the TV screen casually.
However, the next second, his movements completely froze.
What was playing on the TV was not some country soap opera, but a real-time global emergency broadcast from Washington, D.C..
The background of the picture is White House Oval Office with the ground in mess and blood splattered on the wall.
Standing on the president's desk was the blond man wearing a Stars and Stripes cape and his hair combed meticulously.
"I'm fed up with the rules you bugs set, laws? Morals? Those are just ridiculous words invented by the weak to protect themselves."
Homelander on the TV is facing the camera with a twisted smile, and those Azure eyes reveal the arrogance that would trample all mankind under their feet.
"I am the only god in this world."
His voice spread through the radio waves to every corner of the world, with suffocating madness,
"From today on, regardless of ordinary people or those pretentious Supe, anyone who does not surrender to me and does not kneel down and kiss my boots, I will burn you and your city to ashes!"
This declaration of war instantly plunged the global audience outside the screen into extreme panic and silence.
Just when Homelander opened his arms, ready to accept this desperate worship.
Bang!
Oval Office's solid wood door was kicked open by a huge force.
Two familiar figures directly broke into the live broadcast: Butcher er, who was wearing a black windbreaker with a stubble on his face, and Kimiko, who was covered in blood.
Later, a blond boy, Ryan, who looked somewhat similar to Homelander, also appeared.
Seeing this scene, Lynn's hand holding the coffee cup paused slightly.
Butcher er? Kimiko? Ryan?
The Boys finale!
Could it be that this parallel world of countless reincarnations is the world where all tragedies originate?
However, before Lynn could speculate along the plot, a scene happened on the TV, which made him slightly stunned.
"Billy Butcher. You, this invincible cockroach, dare to bring my failed son to see me?"
Facing the menacing three men, Homelander didn't even fly.
He just tilted his head slightly.
Lynn noticed that the eyes of Homelander in this timeline were not the ordinary red light, but an almost black scarlet.
Homelander has been injected with Original Compound V.
Zhi--!
There were no fierce physical fights, nor any suspenseful confrontations.
Two dark red laser beams Cleansweep came out.
Butcher You didn't even have time to curse out a curse word. The body that was strong enough to withstand an ordinary Heat Vision was even more fragile than paper under this terrifying high temperature.
Tsk!
The bodies of Butcher er and Kimiko were cut in half without any hindrance under the gaze of tens of millions of viewers.
Internal organs and blood instantly spattered on the wall of Oval Office.
Instant kill.
The whole world was completely silent at this moment.
Standing in a pool of blood, little Ryan was frightened.
He watched Butcher who was alive a second ago turned into two pieces of coke, let out a scream, turned around and wanted to fly away.
But a big hand covered in blood grabbed the back of his neck like an iron pincer.
"Run? Where can you run, my dear son?"
Homelander lifted Ryan up like a chicken, with a cruel and creepy smile on his face.
Bang!
He punched Ryan in the face. The little boy's nose bone was instantly shattered and blood flowed wildly.
"Dad... I'm sorry... I was wrong! Please..."
Ryan cried and begged for mercy.
But there was no trace of fatherly pity in those dark red eyes.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull sound of flesh slapping echoed across the globe through the microphone.
Under the desperate gaze of billions of people around the world, this so-called "true god" used his fists to beat his only bloodline alive into an unrecognizable mass of flesh.
Throwing the body aside casually, Homelander raised his head and glanced at the red light of Video Camera that was working.
He realized that everything here had been spread all over the world through live broadcast.
Those so-called public opinions and politicians' bottom line completely exploded at this moment.
But he doesn't care anymore.
"The game begins, bugs."
Homelander smiled ferociously at the camera, and then his legs suddenly exerted force.
Boom!
The dome of White House was directly smashed, and a sonic boom cloud exploded in the sky above Washington.
Indiscriminate massacre has come.
The next few hours were the most desperate scenes Lynn had ever seen in this long time.
The TV signal was intermittent, showing the tragic scenes of the fall of major cities.
Manhattan was cut into rubble, the military fighter jets were shot down one after another like flies, and the entire United States sky was dyed blood red by the fire.
The wave of destruction spread extremely quickly.
Not long after, deafening explosions and shrill screams also came from the remote town where Lynn was located.
Lynn is not running.
There's no way he can run away with his old bones.
He just took the cup of cool coffee and moved the rocking chair to the center of the yard.
He sat quietly and looked at the thick smoke billowing on the distant skyline.
Boom--!
Along with a blast of air that tore eardrums, the wooden fence outside the courtyard was instantly blown away by the strong wind.
A demon-like figure bathed in blood and with scarlet eyes hovered directly above the small courtyard of Lynn.
Homelander.
He had just slaughtered all the people in the next town, and was about to fire Heat Vision to burn the old ant sitting in the yard below to ashes.
But just when the red light in his eyes was about to erupt, his movements stopped abruptly.
Because he saw the old man's eyes.
In this completely collapsed world, he has seen countless looks in the past few hours: the fear of politicians, the despair of soldiers, the pleading of civilians, and the resentment of Supe.
But I have never seen the look below.
The gray-haired old man held the coffee cup and raised his head to look at himself in the air like a god of death.
In those cloudy eyes, there was no trace of fear, no hysterical fear, not even the desire to survive.
On the contrary, the old man's eyes actually contained a complex and deep feeling of... relief?
That's right, it's gratifying.
Lynn looked at the cruel, ruthless, completely dehumanized monster in front of him, and what came to his mind was the "little champion" in his own world who frowned because his shirt was soiled, sat obediently at the Long Island Estate table because it was dinner time, liked eating strawberry candies and apples, and even tried desperately to protect him before he died.
Without himself, John would become the destructive madman in front of him.
This made Lynn suddenly feel that he was... incredibly great when facing death.
He successfully tied up a world-destroying demon and gave an orphan a real home.
This sense of accomplishment that spanned life, death, time and space slowly made Lynn's wrinkled old face slowly bloom with a heartfelt, fatherly smile.
Homelander was stunned in mid-air.
The violent scarlet light in his eyes dimmed uncontrollably.
He wasn't sure if what he saw was relief.
Because from the time he was born to now, from the laboratory to the Seven, no one has ever looked at him with such warmth, tolerance, and even a bit of pride in his eyes.
This contrast caused this god who had fallen into absolute madness to suddenly feel a strong sense of curiosity and discord.
Homelander did not launch Heat Vision.
With a roar of air, his pair of red boots stained with blood slowly landed on the overgrown soil of the small courtyard.