Superman Termination Manual - Chapter 360

Chapter 360: Chapter 207: Major Event Two: Blood Clan Hunter (Eleven)_4

Black Wukong also knelt halfway atop the Somersault Cloud, using the tail end of the Jingu Bang to prop himself up against the cloud surface, forcing himself not to fall.

Just as Flint thought he could catch his breath, the long-silent dragon suddenly burst forth, shaking its gigantic wings that blotted out the sun, transforming into a curtain of black as it pounced toward him, slamming his body onto the ground from the side and pinning him tightly beneath it.

“Roar–!”

Then, the dragon opened its blood-toothed maw and exhaled a curtain of red flames onto his face.

Flint’s face was scorched to a blur of flesh and bone, the bones themselves resembling clumps of mud that crumbled upon touch.

The dragon breathed heavily, its body slowly degenerated, and soon it reverted back to that emaciated, naked boy. He swallowed hard, wiping the blood from his face while quickly crawling backward, distancing himself from Flint, who was slowly standing up from the ground.

Flint staggered to his feet and lifted his face. Under the deluge of rain, his body swiftly regenerated.

“Elementary kid, move aside–!”

From a distance, accompanied by a low growl from the gothic-dressed girl, she lifted the Magic Umbrella Cinderella, aimed the barrel at Flint’s body, and fired the final magic-guided light column at him.

Among the swirling gray ribbons in the storm, the girl’s black hair fluttered high.

The next instant, a gray light column blasted out, heading straight for Flint’s heart.

Flint bowed his head, the sockets of his eyes reflecting the oncoming gray light.

He clenched his teeth, his mind flashed with a jumble of images.

“Lin Ke is from Denmark, Howard is from England, I’m from Egypt, and like you, we’re all kids who walked out of the slums.” Flint paused, “Once we were Blood Clan Hunters, but after the ancestor of the Blood Clan died, we’ve been traveling the world, now just an ordinary travel group.”

“Then can you take me to see the Arctic?” the girl in the wheelchair asked.

“Of course… we can.”

Flint’s regenerating brain intermittently pieced together some images, as if his brain was desperately trying to make him remember them the moment they regenerated.

He and Sisteruo lay among the icy snowy mountains, looking up at the green aurora of the Arctic, the girl marveled at how beautiful the aurora was, why there were such beautiful things in the world, reflecting her pure and flawless profile on the ice;

Under Big Ben in England, Flint, holding Sisteruo’s hand, danced a clumsy dance, the two-meter tall giant’s body drawing the attention of passersby just as he was saying we should leave here, I’m too conspicuous, the girl hugged him even harder and said, you’re the best;

On a sailboat drifting in the Pacific, the four of them sat on the railing at the bow, competing who could catch more fish, Sisteruo’s smile gently visible on her profile.

Lastly, one night, in the woods by the campfire, the girl’s face streaked with tears.

Flint intended to hand her a skewer of grilled fish but hesitated slightly, “What’s wrong…”

“I was just thinking… it would be great if I could live longer.” Sisteruo hugged her knees, softly saying, “I want to stay with you guys longer, see more places with you…” she paused, her eyes downcast, “I don’t want to die, Flint…really don’t.”

Flint was silent for a long time: “I won’t…let you die…never.”

“You’re the best to me, Flint.”

The girl suddenly threw herself at him, embracing his bulky body.

In the heavy curtain of rain.

Flint roared skyward, his body directly facing the impact of the magic-guided light column, until the last inch of flesh on him vanished, and he turned into a fearsome skeleton. The eye sockets of the skull burned with a demonic red glow.

He stepped forward with steps as heavy as a mountain collapsing, heedlessly charging toward Magical Girl Ash.

In that instant, Xiaohongmao slipped a “Random Flash” card into Ash’s hand. Immediately after, both used the same card, swapping their positions.

Due to the card’s effect randomly appearing in a nearby corner, the two appeared at different locations on the street.

Flint’s body slowly covered with a layer of fuzzy flesh, continuously sticking to the whitish bones. Meanwhile, he suddenly raised his left hand, hurling a fragment of a giant sword from his hand at Ash several meters away.

Boom–!

Amid the deafening boom, the fragment of the giant sword shattered the air, spinning and hurtling forward at high speed.

The gothic-dressed girl, already drained of strength, saw her pupils constrict, reflecting the increasingly near fragment. Yet in that moment, a white silk thread pierced the rain curtain sticking to her back, then dragged her up toward the top, hanging below the streetlamp.

The piece of the giant sword just skimmed past beneath her feet, the pavement cracked under the fierce wind, countless fissures spreading out, as if an earthquake had occurred.

“What… thing?”

Ash looked up dazedly, watching at the silk sticking to her and said.

Above the streetlamp, Dice Monster clapped its hands, eyes downturned, and said to Magical Girl Ash hanging below the streetlamp: “You’re welcome, Miss Ash, I told you you’d need my help.”

“What about that thing?” Ash raised her finger, pointing at Flint.

“Someone will step in, and look, he’s already here.” Dice Monster said teasingly.

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