msmithbooks Chapter 114 Eden 02
Chapter 114 Eden 02
Clark flew over two tall buildings and quickly found the location of the explosion.It was a small grocery store. At this moment, the owner and customers in the grocery store ran out in a panic. One of them was dragged out by two people with his arm bloody from the explosion.
The scene can be said to be shocking.
Clark frowned unbearably, and he quickly exhaled a freezing breath to extinguish the burning flame, and then he rescued a kitten trapped inside.
As soon as he went out, he saw the samurai standing on the street corner, looking at him motionless.
Clark: ...
Cardiopulmonary arrest.
But the samurai just stood there motionless, as if paused, and Clark could only vaguely tell from the shadows under his hood that he seemed to be looking at him.
Clark put the cat down and watched as the others put the wounded into the ambulance.There were even passers-by A, B, and C turned around and waved at him: "Thank you, Superman!"
Clark smiled and waved to them, and then walked to the warrior: "Okay, kid, do you not understand my language at all?"
The samurai paused, then shook his head.
Clark's eyes lit up: "Can you understand?"
The samurai nodded.
Clark was overjoyed, and before he had time to say anything else, he heard the sound of rodents grinding their teeth again behind him.Those small animals made strange squeaking noises, which were inexplicably ominous.
The explosion just now failed to kill these small animals?
Clark realized that something was wrong, and he said to the samurai: "I'm a little busy now, can you wait for me?"
The samurai nodded.
Seeing his well-behaved appearance, Clark relaxed a little, then he quickly turned back to the grocery store and entered the underground pipeline.
The pipe here was bitten by a group of rats, which caused a gas leak, which caused a violent explosion.
It stands to reason that this kind of thing will not happen. It is impossible for mice to enter the gas pipe, let alone bite off the pipe and survive after causing an explosion.
Clark carefully listened to the rats in the dim light, but just as he focused on the sound, he heard a soft landing.
Clark turned to see the samurai standing quietly behind him.
Clark: ...
He almost jumped up without being frightened!
What the hell is going on with this kid!Why are you so attached to him?
The most frightening thing is, why didn't he make any sound other than the landing just now?
The samurai stood there quietly, almost hidden in the darkness by his pitch-black cloak, looming.Even with Clark's super hearing, he couldn't hear any movement from him.
No breathing, no heartbeat.His body was stiller than a cemetery in the middle of the night, completely dead still.
Clark had never seen a race like this.
The sound of rats was getting closer and closer. He turned his head and saw rats rushing out of the darkness like a sea of rats.
There was a red light in their eyes, and at a glance, the broken pipes and the crater blasted by the explosion were all densely packed with red spots, which was enough to drive a slightly panicked person crazy on the spot.
Startled, Clark subconsciously blocked the samurai behind him.
"These rats..." he said in shock, "what's the matter with these rats? They look like they've been manipulated by something!"
The mice just paused for a moment, and then their eyes glowed red, as if they saw some fat prey that made them ecstatic, and rushed towards Clark screaming.
Clark was so disgusted by the surging black creatures, he subconsciously shot two red lasers from his eyes to cut them across, but he soon realized that this could not cause fatal damage to the densely packed group of rats, Then he spewed out his freezing breath again, freezing a group of shivering rats.
Before Clark could heave a sigh of relief, he found that the eyes of the frozen mice were glowing red, and then their body temperature rose rapidly, and the ice layer immediately showed signs of melting.
The worst thing was that the unfrozen mice followed one after another, as if they had heard the horn of charge, they continued to rush forward on the ice that had frozen their companions.
Clark took half a step back, and said to the child behind him: "These mice are a bit unusual, you get out of here first...!"
Before he finished speaking, a strange scene happened.
The mouse rushing to the front suddenly stopped, and then squeaked uneasily.
This unease soon spread to the entire group, and all the rats stopped, as if they had suddenly seen a natural enemy. Clark could clearly feel the fear that suddenly spread among the rats.
This kind of fear spread in the tunnel accompanied by a sudden sense of gloom, as if suddenly falling into a dark river, the icy torrent flowed violently beside him, and the high-density liquid pressed around his body, making it difficult for oxygen to breathe. into the lungs.
The mouse began to tremble, choked with fear, convulsed with suffocation.
They twitched, and the red light in their eyes gradually went out because of fear. One mouse knelt down on the ground as if it had completely surrendered, followed by the second and third...
In the blink of an eye, the dense sea of rats fell on the ground like dominoes.
Yet the terrible, shuddering pressure upon them remained undiminished.
So, in just a split second, within Clark's sight, the hearts of the mice began to stop one after another.
It was as if they had heard a brand-new horn sound, and this time, the horn did not make them launch an offensive charge, but made them all turn around and fall into the embrace of death.
Clark stared blankly at the group of dead rats. Hundreds of rats all stopped beating within a few breaths, which caught him off guard.
The most terrifying thing is that these rats are obviously scared to death.
And he had no idea what the rat was afraid of.
It can't be that he is afraid of him, right?
But what else is here that makes these weird mutant mice so scared?
Clark turned his head while wondering.
He caught sight of the samurai still standing silently behind him at a glance.
The latter stood quietly at the moment, motionless.Clark's heart moved slightly, and before he could react, he reached out and gently took off the samurai's hood.
The samurai didn't stop his movements, but at the moment when the slightly pale face was revealed, his eyes seemed to be slightly squinted because of the light.
His cold eyes swept across the rats, like a soldier sweeping the battlefield with his eyes, dead bodies were everywhere he looked.
He is not receiving anyone's instructions now.
Most of the time, he followed the instructions of the Pope, and occasionally did some irrelevant things according to his own ideas.When there is no instruction, he will choose his own way of action according to his own interests and preferences.
And he obviously has a good impression of the Kryptonian in front of him. After all, when he fell, it was the Kryptonian who caught him.
So he didn't stop Clark's behavior.
"They're afraid of you..." Clark whispered to himself, "Where did you come from, kid? What's your name?"
"..." The samurai looked at Clark, perhaps because he had been shocked once before, and when Clark saw the strange rainbow eyes again, he didn't receive any mental shock.
"I don't have a name," said the warrior.
The sentence he spoke was a little weird, and the pronunciation of each word was standard, but it sounded like a few words were put together bluntly, like the most basic artificial intelligence speech synthesis system.
no name……
Clark thought about it.
He can understand such things as not having a name. After all, the cultures of various planets are very different. In some places, there is indeed a custom of not naming children before they grow up.
As far as Clark himself knows, many planets will adopt this approach. Under normal circumstances, everyone will call these minors children of so-and-so, and naming is considered to be the most important part of the coming-of-age ceremony. ring.
As for how old to be an adult - as low as three days, as high as thousands of years, everything is possible.
"Where are you from?" Clark continued.
"..." The samurai tightly pursed his lips and stopped talking.Clark looked into his eyes. He watched as half of the warrior's pupils were still looking at him, while the other half was looking at the rat's corpse.
Clark: ...
This scene is too scary!
The samurai stepped forward, squatted down, his fingers were like the hardest and sharpest knife, easily cut open the head of a mouse, and picked out a small, strangely shaped organ from it.
That strange organ looked like some sort of parasite, slug-like in appearance.
At this moment, the transparent slug was twisting and twisting on the warrior's finger, looking like a fat maggot.
... Clark felt disgusted.
"What's this?" he asked, resisting the urge to retch.
"..." The samurai crushed the slug, then pulled the slug out from the heads of several other mice and handed it to Clark.
Clark wanted to take half a step back, but he could only bite the bullet and take the slug when he saw that children could hand him this disgusting Bara slug with a blank face.
"Parasite," said the warrior, "it loses its function after the host dies."
"Where did this kind of thing come from?" Clark looked at the slug in his palm that was gradually losing its life characteristics. He had never seen this kind of creature, and he never knew the existence of this kind of creature. He was sure.
The samurai said nothing more.
Perhaps, Clark thought, that meant he didn't know the answer either.
He looked at the solitary warrior, and asked hesitantly, "Did you come to Earth alone, your group..."
"I'm the only one left," said the samurai.
Clark was taken aback.
"Then how did you come to Earth?" Clark continued to ask, seeing that the samurai didn't want to talk to him at all, he simply guessed, "Spaceship crash? Meteorite? Space teleportation?"
The samurai listened to him quietly for a long time, and finally he took the initiative to answer the question: "I don't know."
Clark was a little helpless, he reached out to help the samurai put on the hood, thought for a while, and asked gently: "Then do you want to go with me?"
An alien who looked very young came to Earth for reasons he didn't know, and he didn't show the slightest malice towards this planet-it has to be said that this reminded Clark of himself when he was young.
He was adopted by the Kents at that time, and they guided him to grow up, and eventually became the current Clark Kent.
Although the child in front of him seems to be very slow to external stimuli, and his expressive ability is also very poor, but he seems to have a certain degree of dependence on himself, perhaps because Clark is the first person he has come into contact with on this planet. personal.
Could it be the fledgling plot?
The samurai raised his head to look at Clark, who was taller than him when he crouched down.
His body is in a somewhat awkward state right now.
In order to avoid the spread of pollution, and he himself was seriously injured in the battle to kill the crimson core, his current strength may only be between [-]% and [-]%.
At this moment, the activities between the Eye of the Secret Star and the Old One have entered a stalemate period, and the future battle situation is in an unclear stage. Therefore, the warriors do not need to perform the mission of the Star Nest for the time being.
So the samurai, who had never had any ideas, lost his goal. He didn't know what he should do now.
And Clark just in time made him a "request," which was exactly what the samurai needed.
The samurai looked at Clark's sincere blue eyes and nodded.
"it is good."