Neuman Push the coffin lid open.
The moment her eyes fell on the coffin, her breath stopped.
Inside lay a mangled body.
The skin and flesh were extensively carbonized, like rotten meat that had been thrown into a crematorium and then taken out after being burned halfway.
This body doesn't even have complete limbs, only a shrunken torso and a head.
Of the entire body, only those eyes can still move.
The cloudy eyeballs slowly turned and landed on Neuman.
Neuman suddenly realized.
The Godolkin above who was crushed by himself is simply a marionette on the surface.
The real Godolkin has been like a rat in the gutter, hiding in this black coffin and lingering.
Looking at this pile of rotten meat with no ability to resist, a crazy idea suddenly rushed into Neuman's mind: kill him.
As long as you raise your hand, you can easily wipe out this old thing.
But this thought didn't even last a second before she was killed.
What happens after killing? So what?
Without Godolkin to contain Homelander, she would still be mercilessly killed by Homelander.
She glanced at the expressionless Mesmer next to her, and then listened to the terrifying sonic boom sound coming from above her head.
Godolkin, dragging such a body that could die at any moment, could actually control the entire university, Vought, Homelander, and even the entire world, in the palm of his hand.
If this old monster recovers completely, how terrifying will it be?
It was the first time Neuman was so frightened that his scalp was numb. Even though he had just been beaten to pieces by Homelander, he didn't feel this way.
She swallowed and put away all her little thoughts.
No matter how scared she is, she can only do it now.
Under the gaze of Mesmer, Neuman raised his hands and his eyes turned white.
Threads of blood gushed out from her fingertips and turned into countless thin red threads that penetrated into the coffin and began to repair the burnt necrotic tissue.
At the same time, the playground outside had long since lost a good piece of land.
John punched the boy on the side of his face.
The boy was thrown out and crashed through half of the teaching building.
But before the rubble hit the ground, a white afterimage rushed out from the ruins and punched John hard in the chest with his backhand.
John groaned and slid back more than ten meters in mid-air before regaining his balance.
He looked at the blond-haired, blue-eyed Clone in front of him, and his brows furrowed more and more.
This kid's abilities are exactly the same as his.
Moreover, the fake's muscle density and bone strength were no worse than his.
The two figures kept colliding in mid-air, and the air waves exploded in circles.
At this time, John became even more troubled.
The screeching sound of brakes sounded one after another on the outer streets of Godolkin University.
One after another, news broadcast trucks bearing the logos of major media were parked on the roadside.
All the journalists who were still asking questions at the Vought Tower venue actually came to the scene.
In order to grab the first-hand exclusive report on a big event, these people couldn't care less about the danger.
The security personnel couldn't stop them at all. The reporters, carrying long guns and short cannons, pushed forward desperately while stepping on the gravel on the ground.
A few brave videographers even climbed up the lampposts on the side of the road and pointed their high-definition lenses directly at the two Homelander who were fighting in mid-air.
The flashing lights turned into daylight outside the cordon.
At this moment, the world's attention has completely shifted from Vought Tower's public relations crisis to this ruined university town.
If the stumps all over the ground in Godolkin University just made this group of media people excited.
Now, two Homelander appeared in the sky at the same time, which made their blood boil.
Marcus, who was standing behind the cordon, looked as ugly as if he had eaten a dead fly.
He raised his head and looked at the two people fighting in the dark sky, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
These uncrowned kings hiding behind the camera don't understand, they only find such big scenes exciting.
But he is the chief agent of the Disaster Control Bureau. If something happens, he will have to take his men to fight with their lives.
Originally, if one Homelander went crazy, he could cut through the hundreds of Supes they had in the bureau like chopping vegetables.
Now that there is one more person in the sky, I would like to ask you if you are afraid?
Marcus There is only one thought left in my mind now, run away.
But he looked back at the dense crowd of broadcast trucks and reporters behind him.
With so many pairs of eyes staring at him, if he dares to give up his job now, not only will he not be able to keep his job tomorrow, but he might also be used as a scapegoat and sent to Military Court.
In desperation, he could only retract the command vehicle, take out his phone and call the senior management, hoping that the leaders sitting in Safe House above would watch the live broadcast and issue a merciful evacuation order.
"Hold on, Marcus, stay alert."
There was only a cold official voice on the other end of the phone, and I hung up immediately.
Marcus listened to the blind tone and slammed the phone on the dashboard.
He just felt like he was walking on thin ice in this life!
In mid-air, the battle between John and Clone has become intense.
The blond boy's face was expressionless, and his body was like a cannonball, knocking away John's fist, and he suddenly opened a distance of more than ten meters.
Immediately afterwards, those pure blue eyes suddenly glowed red.
Two scorching dark red rays tore through the air and shot straight towards John's chest.
John hung in place, glanced at the crowd below, and casually tilted his head half an inch to the side.
The ray passed by John's shoulder and shot straight to the street below.
The silver-haired reporter who was previously aggressive in Vought Tower was holding a microphone and spitting reports into the camera.
A red light flashed.
Not even a scream came out.
The silver-haired reporter's upper body instantly vaporized, disappearing without a trace along with the microphone in his hand, leaving only his lower body, which was smoking, and fell to the road with a clatter.
Hot blood splashed on the face of the cameraman next to him.
Until this moment, this group of media people who were desperate for traffic finally smelled the smell of death.
"He's dead! Run!"
A broken scream broke out from the crowd.
The reporters who had been pushing forward so hard just now collapsed instantly and ran away like ants whose nest had exploded.
The stampede inevitably occurred.
Someone tripped and fell to the ground, and was stepped on by countless leather shoes before he could get up.
Several outsourced videographers were squeezed out by the crowd and watched helplessly as the expensive equipment they bought with loans was trampled into parts. They sat on the ground and wailed in despair.
They don't even want to run away and just die!
The cordon was completely broken down and the scene turned into a mess.
"Dharma!"
Marcus stood on the outside, looking at the street that was suddenly out of control, spitting hard and swearing.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky.
He suspected... no, he was sure! That moment just now was definitely a deliberate avoidance!
"Stop fucking standing there! Riot Police, raise your shield! Evacuate people!"
Marcus pulled out the gun from his waist, yelled at the detectives around him, and led others to rush into the crowd to maintain order.
But facing this group of hundreds of people who were completely frightened, these dozens of agents were like pebbles thrown into the water. Apart from a little splash, they could not stop the wave of collapse.