The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 172: The Temptation of Hybrids to Bad Guys
the next day.

When Albany residents got up to go to work and walked out of their homes and breathed the first breath of fresh air of the day, they felt something was wrong.

They feel...

The air today seems to be extra sweet and even fresher than ever before.

But they didn't know what had really happened in the city until they got to work and opened their phones to browse the forum, only then did they find some scattered posts that used all kinds of obscure language to try to tell the public the truth about what happened yesterday.

But the posts quickly disappeared from the internet.

Although New York City has reported the incident in the Vampire Building, even the people of New York City are now beginning to doubt that there are no vampires at all. The last incident might have been caused by the leakage of some experimental drug from the military.

In the Federation, if anything happens that cannot be explained by science, just suspect two things.

The first is the CIA, and the second is the military.

Because in the deep-rooted impression of the federal people, these two guys have always been inhumane.

Therefore, with the combined efforts of people's imagination and SHIELD deleting posts, the people of the Federation once again changed from being certain about the existence of vampires to being skeptical about it.

Locke sat on the balcony, breathing in the fresh air of Albany and drinking the coffee in his hand.

After his blood pool space was upgraded to blood pond space, he no longer needed to replenish energy all the time.

Even if the unborn daughter in Catherine's belly drank freely, he said he had no pressure at all.

The balcony door was pushed open.

Locke turned his head and saw Catherine, wearing a white T-shirt and shorts, with her long hair slightly wet, appear in his sight.

"Good morning."

"morning."

Catherine took one step cautiously, and after making sure that the sunlight could not harm her, she appeared on the balcony, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking up slightly, once again feeling the warm but non-harmful temperature of the sunlight.

Locke looked at Catherine with some curiosity.

"Doesn't the Sunlight Ring protect against sunlight damage?"

"That was a spell cast by a witch. It set up an invisible and intangible protective shield around the vampires, blocking anything except light."

"I see."

Locke suddenly realized.

Compared with Catherine, his knowledge of the supernatural world is nothing.

Locke never shied away from this point.

Because humility makes people progress.

Locke thought of what happened yesterday, looked at Catherine, and asked, "In the Tree-Shaped Witch Organization, there is a witch called the Bloody Queen. How much do you know about her?"

Catherine was stunned at first, then looked at Locke with a look of realization on her face: "The tree-shaped witch belongs to the Bloody Queen?"

Locke looked at the expression on Catherine's face: "It should be, you know?"

Catherine smiled.

"Of course I know, but the Bloody Queen died in the first hundred years of my becoming a vampire, as I remember."

"Elaborate."

Hearing this, Locke pushed the coffee in front of Catherine.

Catherine took the coffee, took a sip, and then told Locke the story of the witch, the Bloody Queen.

The story is very long, and it happened too long ago.

Simply put.

During Catherine's first hundred years as a vampire, a black witch appeared on the European continent who tried to use black magic to make herself immortal.

This black witch used plague to invade the earth, taking the lives of ordinary people in one village after another.

Ordinary people who died from the plague would bleed profusely and their bodies would appear dark red, so this black witch was named the Bloody Queen.

The Bloody Queen and her group of witches plunged Europe into dire straits at that time.

"She was then killed by a hunter."

"Then came the witch trials."

Catherine briefly described the origin and ending of the Bloody Queen, and then asked curiously, "So the tree-like witch formed an alliance with the vampires, hoping to use the power of the vampires to revive the Bloody Queen?"

Locke shook his head.

he does not know.

but……

"Can the Bloody Queen be resurrected?"

"It was the hunter, Locke, who killed the Bloody Queen."

"so?"

"Human hunters are still humans. They don't have the means or the power to truly kill extraordinary life forms."

There is an invisible gap between ordinary life and extraordinary life, which may be impossible to cross in a lifetime.

"Not to mention that she was a witch who used dark magic."

"She won't die that easily."

"Otherwise, these witches who believe in the Bloody Queen wouldn't have thought about resurrecting her generation after generation."

Locke nodded when he heard this, and then asked curiously: "But what does this have to do with the blade?"

Catherine looked at Locke in confusion.

Locke talked about what he discovered yesterday. The two witches seemed to want to seal Blade's soul and take away Blade's body.

He didn't understand the connection between Blade and the Bloody Witch.

But Katherine seemed to know.

After hearing Locke's explanation of the two witches' plans, Catherine seemed to have thought of something and looked at Locke for confirmation.

"Blade is a hybrid?" "Yes."

"That's right."

Catherine's eyes lit up, and she explained to Locke, "Hybrids are very good containers in the extraordinary world."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"Container, possession?"

"Yes."

Catherine explained: "Because hybrids are new lives born from the combination of the blood of two different ethnic groups, and they often have the potential to surpass their parents, so in the eyes of the dark, hybrids are the best containers for their souls."

Locke listened to Catherine's story, nodded, and then looked at Catherine's abdomen thoughtfully.

"So, hybrids are dangerous in the supernatural world?"

"of course."

Catherine said very confidently, then noticed Locke's eyes, lowered her eyes to look at her abdomen, and then looked at Locke: "Ours is not a mixed-blood?"

Locke's eyes moved up and landed on Catherine's delicate face: "The blood race has no way to give birth to offspring."

Catherine frowned and looked at Locke seriously.

"You're really not a vampire?"

"No."

Locke smiled and said, "I just have power comparable to the ancestor of the blood clan, but my life essence is not that of the blood clan."

Catherine took a breath and subconsciously stood up from the chair.

Locke looked at Catherine's actions and raised his eyebrows.

"what happened?"

"Our daughter is mixed race?"

Catherine was a little flustered. Although she had just said it so nonchalantly, that was because the incident had not happened to her.

Because she thought of her daughter before she was transformed into a vampire.

Her first daughter was also taken away by force just after she was born.

Locke looked at the somewhat panicked Catherine, stood up, and hugged Catherine directly.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

"..."

Catherine looked up at Locke in Locke's arms.

Locke looked at Catherine and said in a very gentle tone: "If someone comes to rob, just kill them. If one person comes, I will kill his entire clan. If two come, I will kill two clans. If I kill enough, naturally no one will dare to come."

His words were soft, but his tone was firm.

Kidnapping his daughter?
Ah.

If one comes, he will not only kill one person, but the entire clan.

When he exterminates an entire clan, perhaps some people will have some ideas about it, but after he has exterminated many of them, those who still have ideas about it will no longer have any ideas about his daughter.

Only force can stop war!
With Locke's comfort, Catherine calmed down and sat back in her seat.

Locke also brought the topic back to Blade and the bloody queen.

"So, the tree-like witch hopes to capture the blade and use it as a container to hold the soul of the Bloody Queen?"

"I can't think of any other possibility except this one."

"……All right."

Locke listened to the answer given by Catherine, nodded, held the coffee cup in his right hand, and tapped the cup slowly with his fingers.

He was thinking whether to recall Blade.

In the city of Albany, after Locke's work yesterday, all the unregistered vampires were either manually eliminated or fled Albany madly at the risk of being burned to death by the sun.

There are no more unlicensed vampires in this city.

So according to the plan, the recovered Blade needs to go to the next city, Rochester, to help deal with the vampires there.

But now the suspected container of Blade has been targeted by the tree-like witches, and leaving Blade alone is not a good option.

There is calculation in mind but no intention.

If Blade hadn't been so quick-witted the night before, pretending to be dead and then escaping, he would have probably been abducted by the tree-like witch.

And Blade has no chance of winning against the Witch.

It should be said that even if they are vampires, if they encounter a witch, they will not be able to defeat the witch unless they seize the opportunity to get close to her.

The same goes for Locke.

The reason why he was able to kill the two witches last night was that he relied on the endless energy in his blood pool space to ignore the magic spells cast on him by the witches and endure all kinds of pain to complete the close combat.

If he didn't have the blood pool space, he would probably have been defeated as well.

"Magic is indeed a headache."

"So we generally don't provoke witches easily."

Catherine agreed with Locke's words: "Especially the Salem witches. The resentment of those witches who were burned to death in the spirit world is very great, so most of their witches are black witches."

A witch is not called a black witch because of her dark skin, but a witch who uses black magic is called a black witch.

Locke listened to Catherine's agreement and glanced at Catherine.

He really wanted to say that this was not what he meant.

But because...

……

(End of this chapter)