The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 95 Skrull Blood God (715 please subscribe!!)
After Locke said "I'm not", "I didn't", and "Don't talk nonsense" three times in a row, the Skrull disguised as Quinn fell completely silent.

Although Locke denied it.

but……

Come on, we are not fools.

If you really don't want the Blood God to be born, then why are you just sitting there?
You go ahead.

Why don't you come and kill me?

The fake Quinn looked at Locke with a gloomy expression, who was sitting on the ground as if he was here to watch the show.

"You provoked us first."

"Ah."

Locke, who was sitting on the ground, heard this and sneered: "I provoked you. If I remember correctly, you killed my special forces first."

The fake Quinn's face was dark.

"You were the one who tried to take away the bodies of our people first."

"Don't talk nonsense. I just sent people to collect the bodies of your people so that they can rest in peace."

"hehe."

Upon hearing this, the fake Quinn sneered.

"Can you be so kind?"

"if not?"

"You just want to take the bodies of my people, perform autopsies, and make our existence known to the public."

"Your existence? What is your existence?"

"We Skrulls..."

The fake Quinn spoke subconsciously, then saw the playful smile on Locke's face and instantly chose to shut up.

but……

Locke had gotten the evidence he wanted.

The fake Quinn had a gloomy expression. He looked at Locke, who was sitting on the ground with an even wider smile on his face, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know how you know of our existence, but you will die here."

Locke raised his eyebrows, looking surprised.

"is it?"

"That's great."

"In that case, then hurry up, after all, everyone is in a hurry."

"Summon the Blood God as soon as possible and finish the work as soon as possible."

"After I chop off the Blood God and finish the business here, I will have some fun with you Skrulls."

"Don't you want to play?"

"Let's play slowly."

"Let's see, will you kill me first, or will I kill you first?"

Locke held his chin with one hand, looked at the fake Quinn on the stone platform, and said the coldest words with a smiling expression.

Since the Skrulls intend to be his enemy, they are his enemy.

When dealing with enemies, Locke always emphasizes rooting them out.

As for the question that the Skrull just mentioned about who started it first?
It doesn't matter who started it first.

Things have developed to this point, and Locke is no longer bothered to care about right or wrong.

Anyway, it was his people who died first, and they were attacked by the Skrulls.

This is enough.

and so……

Or the Skrulls will be wiped out from the Earth.

Or he dies.

There is no third way to choose.

What's more, the Skrulls are now disguised as vampires, not only trying to provoke a war between humans and vampires, but also planning to summon the Blood God to destroy the world.

really.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

This group of alien refugees have evil ambitions!
Locke smiled as he looked at the Skrull on the stone platform whose face changed three times after hearing his naked threat: "I hope your backer, Nick Fury, will stand up to protect you after knowing that you not only disguised yourself as vampires and tried to provoke a war between us humans and supernatural creatures, but even resurrected the Blood God and tried to destroy the world."

While talking.

He waved the camouflage camera that he had put on again before entering in front of the impostor's eyes.

He recorded the conversation just now exactly.

The counterfeit looked at the pocket camera in Luke's hand, his eyes spitting fire, and he wished he could eat Locke's flesh and drink Locke's blood.

"You deserve to die."

"Then come and kill me quickly."

Locke stood up from the steps and taunted the imposter directly, "You don't know how to summon, do you? Or, after you Skrulls disguise yourself as vampires, you can't access their memories like you disguise yourself as humans?"

The imposter ignored Locke and instead stared at Locke with his eyes shifting from a state of endless rage to one of infinite coldness.

at this time.

Ding Dong!

Ding Dong!

At this moment, the crisp sound of bells suddenly echoed throughout the sacrificial hall.

Locke looked in the direction where the sound came from.

into the eye.

The huge clock on the wall showed that it was already twelve o'clock noon.

next second.

"Hahaha!"

"Haha!"

"Jie Jie Jie."

"The time has come, the Blood God has revived."

"Locke Underwood."

"Be prepared for your doom."

The impostor on the stone platform suddenly laughed out loud and opened his arms.

At this moment, as the clock struck twelve, the blood in the blood troughs around the stone platform seemed to boil.

It kept bubbling up.

in a blink.

The bells stopped ringing.

The blood in the blood trough seemed to be resurrected, rising from all directions of the stone platform and gathering in the sky.

It only took the blink of an eye for a point to form a large blood ball.

Followed by.

boom!
The big blood ball fell towards the counterfeit on the stone platform with a bang. When it was about to hit the counterfeit, countless blood tentacles emerged from the big blood ball. Countless blood tentacles, like monsters, tightly grasped every corner of the counterfeit's body.

then……

A creature resembling a human slowly formed in the wriggling of the large blood cell, and then slowly walked into the counterfeit from behind at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"what!"

"Roar!"

The counterfeit raised his head and roared at this moment, and as the blood man merged, his eyes completely turned towards black and red at this moment.

Locke felt the sudden surge in the impostor's aura, put away the playful smile on his face, and stood up from the steps.

Seeing this, the four Skrulls disguised as vampires behind the fake appeared in front of Locke and tried to stop him...

Locke flashed past the four impostors before they could react.

A flash of silver light flashed.

Locke, with his back to the four Skrulls, shook off the blood drops on the silver soft sword in his hand without looking back.

Blood dripped onto the ground.

Behind.

The four headless vampires spontaneously combusted in an instant, bringing Locke rich extraordinary points.

"Ding! 』

"Kill successful!" 』

『Obtain extraordinary points: "15"』

"Current Extraordinary Points: 346"

The silver soft sword in Locke's hand shook, and then the soft sword circled and turned directly into a silver bracelet on his arm.

This silver soft sword was also produced by the Sentinel Weapons Laboratory.

The addition of memory metal makes it highly plastic and easy to carry.

These days, Locke has been wrapped around his waist.

He thought about using it as a belt, but then he realized that if he had to use it one day, he would have to fight by holding on to his pants.

Locke simply wrapped it around his waist.

There is something to say.

A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and moves when he waits for time.

only……

This time I have extraordinary points, but no new extraordinary powers?

why.

Locke glanced at the fake Quinn who was still shouting and screaming on the stone platform, with a strong smell of blood all over his body. He turned his head to look at the four extra piles of ashes on the ground, thinking curiously.

The Skrulls are perfect camouflaged creatures.

They can perfectly disguise themselves as whoever they want to be.

But success is perfect, and failure is also perfect.

Vampires are very strong, but they also have many weaknesses.

Just now, Locke seemed to be sitting on the ground, but he had been observing these four fake vampires.

The blood still remaining at the corner of the counterfeit's mouth made Locke think of a possibility.

And now.

The deaths of these four Skrull vampires undoubtedly verified Locke's guess.

Since the Skrulls chose to disguise themselves as vampires, naturally, they also inherited the shortcomings of vampires.

"correct."

"Is it because of the judgment?"

"The Skrulls disguised themselves as ordinary people, so the system determined that ordinary people were not extraordinary creatures and did not gain any extraordinary points."

"But since the Skrulls are disguised as vampires, they are considered extraordinary creatures, so they have extraordinary points?"

Locke raised his eyebrows and thought of this possibility.

but……

Whether it is true or not, we need to verify it again.

Just think about this.

Locke turned his gaze back to the stone platform and looked at Scruquin, who was almost surrounded by a large blood cocoon.

at this time.

Boo!
The large blood cocoon on the stone platform collapsed like a black hole. In just a breath of time, it quickly collapsed and shrank towards the middle area of the blood cocoon.

next second.

A wild smile suddenly rang out.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

"strength."

"Perfect power."

"If our tribe had this kind of power, we wouldn't have been nearly wiped out by the Kree."

Scruquin, who reappeared on the stone platform, seemed to be reborn. He was laughing, feeling the extremely powerful blood and infinite strength in his body.

Locke listened to what Scruquin said, sneered and interrupted: "You'd better think about how to exterminate your clan when I get out."

When Scruquin heard this, his eyes immediately fell on Locke.

"Locke Underwood!"

"Grandpa is here."

"hehe."

"I know you're a vampire hybrid as well."

"But so what."

"I am now a blood god."

"No matter what happens today, you will die. It's just a matter of whether you die happily or painfully."

"Guess, will you die painfully or happily?"

Instead of getting angry, Scruquin laughed, standing on the stone platform with a relaxed attitude. He didn't take Locke seriously at all.

Locke also laughed.

He looked at Skruquen on the stone platform and said, "It seems that the power that the Blood God has given you is so powerful that it has given you the illusion that you can kill me."

Scruquin laughed loudly.

"You don't understand the terrifying nature of this power. You are just a vampire hybrid, and I am the Blood God."

"is it?"

Locke looked at Scruquin thoughtfully and said, "Guess how you will die today."

Scruquin: "..."

(End of this chapter)