Listening to Homelander's confession as if talking to himself, Lynn's eyes were complicated.
No matter which world it is in, whether it is injected with Original Compound V or not, the extreme hunger for "home" and "love" in John's bones has never changed.
"John."
Lynn put down the coffee cup and leaned forward slightly.
"In my world, these are not fantasies, they are real things."
Homelander suddenly raised his head, and Azure's eyes burst into an unprecedented burst of intense light (not red light.
He stared at Lynn so hard that his breathing stopped at this moment.
"In my world, you don't have to wear this uncomfortable Stars and Stripes uniform. Your favorite thing to wear is a hooded sweatshirt."
Lynn's eyes became extremely gentle, as if he had returned to the pyrotechnic Long Island Estate.
He looked at Homelander in front of him and said:
"There is a big, warm house there. The living room is covered with thick carpets. In winter, there is always a lot of firewood burning in the fireplace. We have a big dining table. Every day when it's meal time, you will be floating in the air on time, with your hands in your pockets, waiting for me to bring the meal to the table."
"If your name is not Homelander, you are John. Your favorite thing to eat is the beef brisket stewed with tomatoes that I made. You will frown because there are mud spots on your clothes. You will stay with a group of brothers and sisters who are also a little strange but very emotional."
Lynn smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of nostalgia.
"Black Noir, who always wears a black mask, is responsible for washing dishes in our house; your rude father, although he has a very vicious mouth, has already recognized you. You are not forced to save the world, you are just a member of that family. You are a good brother and a... good boy."
Homelander sat on the chair blankly.
He listened to the world described by Lynn... Every detail was like a gentle knife, cutting through his indestructible shell bit by bit.
His lips trembled slightly, trying to say something, but no sound came out.
Lynn looked at him, the smile on his face gradually faded and turned into a deep sigh.
He looked down at his hands covered with age spots, his eyes showing a trace of deep regret and melancholy.
"It's a pity..."
Lynn's voice lowered, with sadness,
"Something unexpected happened in my world. Before I had time to watch my Little John grow up with my own eyes, before I had time to teach him how to be a real adult, I died."
Lynn smiled helplessly.
He raised his head, wanting to see the reaction of the arrogant "god" in front of him after hearing this story.
However, the moment Lynn raised his eyes, he was stunned.
The world-destroying demon god who killed his own son with his own hands and had millions of lives on his hands was currently curled up on that rusty iron chair.
He was neither furious nor questioning.
Homelander's face has been completely distorted.
Big drops of tears were like floods bursting from the embankments, gushing out from those Azure eyes, washing away the mottled blood on his face.
"Ah... ah..."
He was like an orphan who had been lost in the dark for countless days and nights, and finally heard the call of his family.
He covered his face with his hands, his shoulders twitched violently, and cried loudly.
In the deserted courtyard, the breeze blew gently.
Lynn looked at him quietly.
He stretched out his slightly trembling hand covered with age spots and gently placed it on Homelander's meticulously combed blond hair.
Just like comforting the little boy in Long Island Estate, Lynn gently rubbed his hair.
"It's okay."
Lynn's voice is as gentle as ever.
Feeling the warmth coming from the top of his head, Homelander's body stiffened suddenly.
Then, he cried even harder.
We only knew each other for less than ten minutes and just listened to a ridiculous story.
But for a person who has been longing for light all his life in the endless abyss, no matter how weak the light is, he is willing to hand over all his trust without hesitation.
He believed that he really had a family in this old man's world.
However, at the moment when this salvation, which was decades late, just arrived.
The dusk sky, originally dyed dark red by gunpowder smoke, suddenly brightened.
It's not the kind of natural sunlight, but a series of pale white lights that are so dazzling that people can't look directly at them. They are like meteor showers tearing apart the sky, falling from the ends of the skyline in all directions at a terrifying speed.
Lynn raised his head and looked at the sky with squinted eyes.
Homelander's crying stopped abruptly.
With his super vision and Super Hearing, he instantly saw clearly those objects that trailed long tail flames and tore through the atmosphere as they fell.
That's an intercontinental ballistic missile.
It is the final consensus reached by all countries in the world with nuclear strike capabilities when facing this "god".
Nuclear bombs fill the sky.
Countries around the world have completely abandoned this land, and they will use the most extreme scorched-earth policy to completely eradicate this mad god who threatens all mankind.
The moment he saw those nuclear bombs clearly, unprecedented fear finally appeared in the eyes of Homelander and Azure.
But this fear is not for himself.
If he were alone, even if he was hit head-on by tens of millions of degrees of high temperature at the center of a nuclear explosion, he would have a chance of surviving.
What he was afraid of was the old man in front of him who could even be knocked down by a strong gust of wind!
"No... no!"
Homelander stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
He wanted to pick up Lynn and run away.
But within 0.01 seconds of taking off, he completely crushed the old man's bones and internal organs into a pulp.
There is no escape.
Looking at the light of destruction getting closer and closer in the sky, Homelander made the most "human" and "hero"-like move in his life.
He did not escape alone.
He turned around suddenly, opened his arms, and completely unfolded the Stars and Stripes cloak, like making a rice dumpling, tightly protecting Lynn's old body in his arms.
He used his invincible body to build an absolute wall of flesh and blood above and around Lynn.
"Sorry... sorry!"
Homelander hugged Lynn tightly, tears falling crazily on Lynn's shoulders.
At the last moment of his life, this cold-blooded Butcher finally realized his mistake from the bottom of his heart.
He regretted it.
He shouldn't have killed millions of people out of anger, and he shouldn't have given that crazy global speech.
It was precisely because of the heinous crimes he committed that forced the whole world to press the nuclear button.
And the destruction he had personally caused was about to kill the only glimmer of redemption he had waited for decades to finally encounter.
Buzz--
The whole world completely lost its voice at this moment.
The dazzling pure white light swallowed up everything in the world.
There was no explosion.
Because the propagation speed of sound waves simply cannot catch up with this destructive light radiation.
The high temperature of tens of millions of degrees and the violent shock wave instantly vaporized the small courtyard and the entire town.
Homelander's flesh and blood body was violently carbonized, reborn, and carbonized under the terrifying high temperature.
He tried his best to protect the person in his arms.
But the all-pervasive and penetrating radiation and heat of the nuclear explosion still penetrated his body.
Lynn didn't even feel the pain.
The moment the white light came on, he only felt a warm air blowing past him, and then his consciousness fell into the endless darkness again.
He died again.
This is his 314th death.
He remembered this Homelander, No. 314 Big John.