As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

Clark was taken aback when he saw the figure appearing in the dark night.

He never imagined that Eric would appear here.

After all, he had said such excessive things to the other party before, and a deep and invisible gully had formed between the two.

According to what he knew about Eric, even if Eric knew what happened here, he would definitely not control himself.

Now that the other party showed up when he was in danger, he suddenly felt that he didn't know anything about his brother.

It turns out that the person who is full of prejudice and stubbornness is himself!

He blamed Eric for never opening his heart to himself, and he didn't confess everything to himself like guessing a riddle, but forcing Eric to live the way he wanted was not a prejudice and unfairness?

Reflecting on Clark, his inner emotions are intertwined and complicated.

At this time, Eric, who was standing in the dark night, had no idea of ​​Clark's inner activities at this time.

The plan has come to an end, and naturally it is his turn to play.

"Zi!"

Hot sight rushed towards the second killer owl, splitting the opponent in half from the middle.

Blood spurted out.

With such a cruel and **** method, even the battle-hardened owl killers felt cold all over.

"This guy...is a native of the motherland!"

Hidden in the darkness, he exudes a terrifying and powerful aura, and his eyes are a heart-pounding orange-red color. These characteristics are no different from the "Motherlanders" who are listed as enemies of the parliament.

After confirming that the natives appeared, the owl killers who looked at each other immediately dispersed and charged towards Eric quickly.

"Zi!"

Heat Sight took the lead in hitting the killer who was at the forefront, and suddenly bombarded the killer's chest. The huge impact force directly bounced the opponent away.

Bang!

Eric punched again, and slammed the killer owl who jumped down in mid-air to slash into the sky, then kept his feet still, raised his arms, blocked the attacking killer, and hit the opponent straight with a straight punch. A deafening explosion sounded from the rubble.

Whoosh!

The killer who used the rope to control the claws blade, took advantage of the timing of Eric's punch, threw the rope and tied Eric's arm.

But before he could exert his strength, Eric pulled over the rope and brought the opponent's body over, holding the opponent's neck with his right hand, staring straight at him with scarlet eyes.

Bang bang bang!

A huge crash sounded, and the remaining owl killers saw that Eric's right hand was "controlled", and took this opportunity to rush over, hug Eric's arms and legs, and try to restrain him.

"Crack!"

Without any hesitation, Eric directly twisted the neck grabbed in his right hand, and then swung his arms and legs.

There was a loud crack in the air, and an aftershock that was invisible to the naked eye shook outwards.

He restrained several owl killers from his body and was thrown out in an instant.

With a deafening loud noise, the owl killer who was thrown out smashed heavily on the ruins of the manor.

Immediately followed by the hot sight that scorched the air, the killers were penetrated the moment they landed, and the dead couldn't die any longer.

The "sharp claws" of the Owl Council, the **** of death who reaped people's lives at will, was killed by Eric in an instant.

Clark opened his mouth to look at Eric, who was so arrogant, and didn't come back to his senses until the other party walked in front of him.

"You don't look well, Clark."

Eric stared at Clark, whose body was partially buried in the ruins, "There are meteorite materials in the buildings of Luther Manor, I think... the feeling of being pressed by these things should be unpleasant."

Clark instantly understood why he had become so weak.

"But... Eric, why aren't you affected by the meteorite?"

"If I hadn't been affected by the meteor, then I would have eliminated those owls in an instant."

Eric turned his head and looked at the "bait" he deliberately left behind with a cold expression - a fish that slipped through the net and stood up staggeringly, ready to escape.

Chapter 43 Mr. Irony

"...I want to apologize for the inappropriate words earlier, Eric."

Clark, who escaped from the ruins of the manor, patted the dust on his clothes that were riddled with holes, took a deep breath, and said to Eric with shame:

"That wasn't my intention, I was in a bit of an emotional state at the time, I...I don't know what I said at the time, and if you feel hurt, I'm very sorry."

Facing his younger brother, Clark's emotions at this time were more guilt and unease.

Eric's eyes have been catching the fleeing owl council killer, facing the other party's apology, his expression remains unchanged:

"No need to apologize, Clark, you're not wrong, and I'm sure you think so too. And...I'm not the kind of person you'd say, who would be hurt by just a few words."

"..."

Facing Eric's cold response, Clark was a little frustrated.

He suddenly remembered a sentence: Apologizing does not necessarily mean that you are wrong, but you think this relationship is more important than your dignity.

I feel that this sentence hit me precisely.

After some wild thinking, Clark forced himself to turn his mind to the matter in front of him.

"Eric, you know who these people...are they?"

Glancing at the "Owl Man" lying on the ground, Clark asked Eric suspiciously.

"Maybe you should ask Lex Luthor what kind of existence was provoked."

Eric walked up to an owl killer, bent down, and took off the other's mask.

Looking at the simple and exquisite patterns on it, he said in a casual tone: "You can also ask Lex Luthor's mercenary soldiers why they bombarded with rockets before you left the hall. And... ..why does he collect so many meteorites? Clark, you always thought you knew Lex Luthor, but it doesn't seem so."

"But this is also normal. You conceal your identity from Lex, and Lex conceals his actions from you. You both think you know each other, but you are both guarded against and alienated from each other. If trust is broken, I am afraid that This fragile friendship can turn into a very bad relationship."

Thinking of Lex Luthor, who will become Superman's mortal enemy in the future, and the current relationship between the two, Eric felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Is this a typical example of "love to hate"? !

Clark listened to Eric's complaints about Lex, and his face gradually became strange.

"Just now...these explosions were caused by Lex's people?"

He hesitated and asked Eric again.

He still didn't quite believe that Lex would do such a thing.

"You can go to him to find the answer yourself."

After replying to his "cheap big brother", Eric turned and left.

The fleeing owl council killer has been getting farther and farther, and although he has super sight, it is best not to let the other party out of sight too far.

......

The Owl Parliament, a small parliamentary hall full of force.

The seats were filled with men and women wearing owl masks and full of aristocratic demeanor.

All members of the council have been briefed by the escaped killer owl.

The speaker looked solemn, and the members in the scattered seats were also stunned by the news.

"How is this possible? With lasers in the eyes and power that even the claws can't match, how can such a person exist?"

"Even the owl killers, together, can't defeat the existence called 'Motherlander'?"

"I think we need to revise our decision-making and even reduce meetings for our safety. If the other party finds out where we are, it must be a disaster."

The members of the Owl Council were talking.

"quiet!"

The Speaker knocked on the conference table, "Even if he breaks into the owl's lair, all that awaits him is defeat. The endless maze is the first level that hinders him, and our 'Mr. Irony' is our second level. Even if our initial operational plan to retake the city is thwarted, it will only be the darkest hour before dawn."

When the Speaker said "Mr. Irony", he turned his attention to the middle-aged man standing in the shadow, whose body was completely hidden in the black trench coat.

"Are you right? Mr. Irony, our magician."

"Actually."

The middle-aged man standing in the shadow came out and said with a serious expression: "I am not a magician, but a magician, who has barely passed the introductory poker tricks, and has begun to enter the stage of an illusionist with a lot of experience. magician."

"Magic? I think it's a completely different thing from magic."

The speaker said to Mr. Irony: "I have heard that the magic in the air surrounds us all the time. For some gifted people, as long as we reach out, we can get it. This kind of existence uses magic. It would be too far-fetched to explain in words, Mr. Irony."

"Of course, you are right, some people can easily strip pure magic from the air and rewrite the laws of nature. But that energy must come from somewhere, and it will go somewhere. A magical fear and fear."

Mr. Irony took two steps forward and looked into the eyes of the speaker wearing a mask, "Magic has a price, the stronger it is, the more dangerous it is, and it will often come with a painful price. My magic is a little trick, it's played. It's a trick to keep those dangerous beings from being aware of it, so I prefer to call it magic."

The speaker is not interested in Mr. Irony's magic theory, and now he just wants to confirm whether the other party can kill the people of the motherland.

"Sounds interesting, Mr. Irony, but our deal doesn't include hearing you explain the origins and development of the wizarding world."

The Speaker paused and said, "The Blasphemer—the existence who calls himself the 'Motherlander', is now frantically provoking the dignity of the Owl Parliament, Mr. Irony, we hope you can show your role."

"Of course, I will do my duty, and you need to give me that book too."

Mr. Irony's eyes instantly became sharp.

"Otherwise... our relationship would not have been this friendly forever."

The middle-aged man obviously did not have a friendly relationship with the people in the Owl Council. He pointed to an owl mask hanging on the wall and said, "Insect Firefly becomes a mask (the reverse of 'mask becomes a firefly')! "

Immediately afterwards, the owl mask on the wall suddenly disappeared, replaced by several yellow fireflies out of thin air.

Fireflies flying in the air will illuminate the slightly darkened parliamentary hall.

Chapter 44 You dare to touch my brother

"Clarke, come out, I know you're behind."

In the alley of the metropolis, Eric sighed, turned around, and said to a shadow in the night.

"I didn't mean to follow you, Eric."

Clark appeared embarrassedly from the shadows, "I know you are planning to track the 'Owl Man' who escaped. I was worried that something would happen to you, so I followed behind you."

"So you're trying to protect me, Clark?"

Eric looked at his "cheap big brother", "Generally speaking, I'm usually not that protected person."

"I know."

Clark shrugged. "I'm the one who messes things up a lot, but I think one more person means more strength, doesn't it? If everyone went into the river, the crocodile wouldn't be able to open its mouth."

"I didn't know you could be like Pete and speak black slang."

Eric complained to Clark: "You are the red one who is close to the vermillion, and the one who is close to the ink is black, influenced by Pitt's black culture?"

"Anyway, Clark, you don't know what's going to happen next, and you don't know what those enemies are going to do. If you want to play the detective game as a team, you can go to Chloe and Pete, they must compare Interested, not following me."

After Eric said the last sentence, he turned and left.

Clark glanced at the speeding car outside the alley, "So...Eric, are you still worried about my bad words?!"

Hearing the elder brother's words, Eric turned around helplessly and stared at Clark.

"Clark, I'm not interested in playing games between children with you. If you're mature enough, don't dwell on the so-called apology and caring, it's just... meaningless!"

Clark lowered his head for a moment and said, "I just... want to help you, those 'Owlmen' I have fought with before, maybe I can be of some help."

"You want to make amends and help me because I pulled you out of the rubble just now? I don't need that, Clark."

Eric said to his elder brother impatiently.

He didn't know why Clark today would keep wanting to follow him.

I used to come to the Metropolis alone before, but Clark never meant to follow me. I didn't know what medicine I took today, so I kept following me.

Is it the rebellion of adolescence?

After hearing Eric's impatient words, Clark let out a sigh of relief and seemed to give up the idea of ​​following Eric.

Nodding, "OK, I'll go back if you insist. But... be careful."

After speaking, turn around and leave.