"Boom--!!!!"
A sonic boom followed.
With the support of enormous kinetic energy, the camera entered a relative speed-changing curve.
Time slows down, almost standing still.
Hector's cheek caved in instantly, the terrifying impact sending his head lolling to the side.
In slow motion, it slowly twisted nearly 180 degrees!
"Sizzle!!"
The next second, time returned to normal.
The sudden, intense airflow traced a jumbled, erratic curve.
Hector was once again transformed into a bullet fired from its barrel, flying backward!
"Boom! Boom! Boom--Boom!"
The utility poles and piles of firewood standing side by side were smashed to pieces.
Next came a vast expanse of dense forest in the distance.
Hector's flying body carved a gruesome trail through the woods.
Thick logs along the way snapped at waist height.
Wood chips and dirt flew everywhere.
The terrifying kinetic energy was only cushioned by the pile of broken wood after it smashed through the trunks of more than a dozen old trees.
"Bang!!"
Severe pain, dizziness, and distortion.
Hector was stuck in the broken wood, his neck drooping, his mouth full of broken teeth.
At this moment.
The "fear" that had been forcibly welded shut and erased was revived through the weak gap in the yellow entity.
Like black water bursting its banks, it suddenly flooded back into Hector's nerves.
Instead, there was a terrifying tremor and shaking limbs.
The timid, cowardly, and insecure "ordinary person" who had been hiding in the basement has returned.
escape!!
This was the only thought in Hector's mind.
If you can escape, there's still a chance!
Staying here... will definitely get us beaten to death by that monster!
Thinking of this, Hector staggered, like a wild dog with half a broken spine, and scrambled to his feet from the rotten wood.
Ironically.
The pent-up fear within Hector himself became the "inherent" fuel for the yellow entity.
Using this tiny bit of force, Hector squeezed out the last bit of yellow light within his body to its fullest extent!
"Whoosh--!!"
Two thick, dark yellow streams shot out from beneath his feet!
Mach 1, Mach 5...
Hec's slender body transformed into a streak of light, skimming along the wheat field, awkwardly twisting and rising higher in mid-air.
They accelerated their escape towards areas outside the Kansas Plains!
Above the land elsewhere.
John, with his hands in his pockets, slowly rose from the muddy ground and hovered steadily in mid-air.
He turned his head slightly, looking at the figure that was frantically fleeing and shrinking, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Trying to run? Do you think you can outrun this...?"
John's smile gradually faded.
Next second.
Deep within the azure pupils, two fiery red points suddenly shone!
"Buzz--!!"
Two golden-red beams of light pierced the sky.
Wherever the beam of light passed, the falling rain instantly evaporated, leaving a long, smoky shadow trailing around the red glow!
A kilometer away.
Hector was accelerating at breakneck speed, suddenly felt a heat on his back.
He turned his head in a panic.
At the end of the line of sight--
Two crimson golden spears, stretching for thousands of meters, pierced through the sky and thrust straight at him!
"Not good...!!"
Hector let out a scream in mid-air and scrambled to his feet to his feet.
Using the spray of energy, it completes an extreme loop just before the hot wire brushes against its body.
"Boom!!"
A beam of crimson gold light whistled past, brushing against his ear!
The raging Heat Wave scorched his sparse white hair, giving it a foul odor.
But... so what?
He dodged it!
Hector was panting heavily.
He glanced down at the two straight red lights that had brushed past him and were now receding into the distance.
The ecstasy of surviving the ordeal, mixed with a sense of relief, once again took over that ailing brain.
That pride, tormented by inferiority, was unusually smug.
So, as he continued to flee faster, a mocking smirk appeared on his face:
"Heh... that's all."
However, thanks to John's Super Hearing, these words were heard perfectly.
He chuckled softly, lowered his eyelids slightly, and revealed his signature fake smile.
"And now?"
The words had barely left his mouth.
The two beams of light that shot straight toward the horizon suddenly paused.
Then, as if it had hit a smooth prism, it began to "turn".
To Hector's horrified gaze, the two beams of light completed two bizarre and rapid right-angle reversals.
Then, it shot straight at us without missing a beat.
Yes, ever since Godolkin passed the method on to John.
John then combined Bioelectric Field to develop his own unique "psychic power."
This "telekinesis" is not the common kind that relies on controlling objects with one's mind, because John has not awakened this kind of ability.
However, he can creatively incorporate biological perspectives into his own system of "ideas"—
Zoom in, zoom out, cover any area.
This naturally includes Heat Vision.
"Swish!!"
No... it can turn corners... and it can even track you!
Hector was terrified.
"No--!!!"
In his initial field of vision, the two straight light sources were constantly magnifying until—
"BOOM!!!!"
Devastating, ignited by high temperature!
The towering flames and thick smoke enveloped Hector's charred body as he plummeted straight down from a height of hundreds of meters to the ground.
"Bang--!!!!"
A deafening roar shook the earth.
The mud was violently hurled dozens of meters into the air!
After a long while, the accumulated torrential rain finally managed to quell all the commotion and extinguish it.
In the mud at the bottom of the pit.
Hector was charred black all over, and one of his arms was missing.
The other three limbs were twisted and dislocated, limp and stuck in the mud.
The once swollen giant skull shriveled and withered in large areas, like a deflated, punctured ball.
Blackish-red blood, mixed with the bitter taste of internal organs, flowed intermittently from his seven orifices.
His mouth opened and closed weakly a few times.
The dim, yellowish light in his eyes completely dissipated, his neck tilted to the side, and he lost consciousness completely.
In the cold rain, footsteps began.
John hummed a lullaby, grabbed Hector's clothes with one hand, and slowly lifted him into the air like he was carrying a dead dog.
And it was at this moment...
"Click--"
A sudden flash of white light appeared.
John paused, raised his eyebrows, and turned his head.
Through the rain, Lois, who had been lying on the ground in a disheveled state, was seen getting up at some point.
She was kneeling, her two muddy hands holding a small, portable film camera.
The dark camera lens was fixed on John and the "big-headed monster" emitting white smoke in his hand.
As luck would have it, their eyes met.
Caught red-handed Lois awkwardly put the camera down.
Then, awkwardly but politely, he raised one hand:
"... It was a professional habit, and I couldn't help myself for a moment."
Before he could finish speaking...
A gentle breeze swept through the air once more.
The next second, John had already landed directly in front of her from a kilometer away, his brows furrowed tightly into a deep frown.
"No, ma'am... where did you get this camera? Delete it for me."
(Here's a little tip: film cameras don't have an eraser button; once the film is exposed, it's directly printed onto the photographic negative.)
Unless you open the back cover on the spot and ruin the exposure, or tear the entire roll of film out and shred it, it's impossible to delete.
( John is more modern... you know what I mean)
"No! I finally managed to get this from those soldiers..."
This is a military-grade camera! It's way better than my old Nikon F4..."
Lois reacted instantly, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, she suddenly hugged the Sony camera to her chest.
Then he took a half step back and shook his head repeatedly:
"Just making a record... I swear! This will absolutely not be shared with anyone... not even my dad!"
She sniffed and muttered stubbornly:
"Besides, even if I did hand it in, nobody would believe me, okay..."
John's eye twitched slightly.
He only just found out that this news girl had a military father.
It seems that... this world's military strength is particularly weak, unable to even handle a bunch of big-headed weaklings.
So... how did Lucifer, that damned Satan, manage to refrain from invading the human world?