Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

The locomotive glared angrily, letting out a low growl like a wild beast, and, with the idea of ​​striking first, took the initiative to attack.

Even with only one leg supporting his entire body, the explosive power of his upper limbs remained unaffected. In just a few milliseconds, he unleashed a sonic punch at high speed, with one burst of air explosion after another, like a dense drumbeat.

boom! boom! boom!

Faced with fists that seemed to be raining down like machine gun bullets, Butcher had no way to dodge, and there was nowhere to hide on this narrow, high-altitude track.

But Butcher wasn't alarmed. When he was an ordinary person, he dared to go head-to-head with the Invisible Man. Now that he had awakened a superhuman physique, how could he be afraid of the Train? He bravely withstood the opponent's bullet-like punches and launched a counterattack.

Unfortunately, with the trainer's abnormally fast reflexes, the world in the train's eyes immediately slows down, like a still photograph taken after a camera shutter is pressed.

Aside from the initial shock upon learning the truth, there was also the heavy punch he took.

Once the locomotive regained its composure and got serious, Butcher's subsequent swings appeared clumsy to him, like a baby taking its first steps, humorously resembling a slow-motion performance.

The locomotive felt relieved; this was the normal situation. No one should be as outrageous as the villains, moving faster than he could react.

"Take my punch, you bitch!"

The locomotive kept spewing out trash talk, which, due to its high-speed pronunciation, turned into sharp noise that only he and Rean, who was watching from the sidelines, could understand.

A pair of fists transformed into a whirlwind, each strike carrying terrifying power beyond the speed of sound, raining down on Butcher's face.

"Ugh! This is for Charlotte!"

As he fought, the locomotive let out hysterical screams. His condition was very abnormal. Clearly, the side effects of Number Five and the death of his beloved had caused him to completely lose his mind. His brain abandoned thinking and he only wanted to do one thing: kill the enemy in front of him to vent his anger and avenge Charlotte.

Each punch was faster than a pistol bullet, each strike was enough to pierce through the flesh of an ordinary person, and each punch broke the sound barrier—it was terrifying.

However, to Locomotive's shock, when his fist struck Butcher, the sensation it returned felt not like hitting a person, but rather like attacking a solid city wall. The force of the recoil left his fist a bloody mess.

"Damn it! Where did these freaks come from? I'm a member of the Seven, I should be really strong!"

The more he hit the locomotive, the more frightened he became. After calming down a bit and regaining some composure, he couldn't help but question the meaning of life.

He was already frustrated enough by his inability to break through the thugs' defenses, but he never expected that even this guy who looked like a second-rate porn star could withstand his punches.

When did superhumans with superhuman strength become so cheap?

As far as he knew, the direction of superhuman ability awakening was uncontrollable, and many people were so physically weak that they could be punched in the nose by an ordinary person.

Could it be that the Compound V that leaked from the Homelanders has a special effect on physical enhancement?

What Locomotive didn't know was that Boucher, enhanced by Compound V, already had one of the highest tankiness ratings in the entire series, even during the V24 injection phase.

Not only is its defense among the best, but its strength is also only slightly inferior to Homelander, Soldier, and others. It has the terrifying quality of being able to go toe-to-toe with A-Zu in a head-on collision. It is simply not something that a superhuman like A-Train, who is not known for his strength, can compete with.

Even when he was hit head-on, taking dozens of punches without dodging or avoiding, it only left Butcher's old face slightly blue, with a few bruises and two streams of hot blood flowing from his nose.

While it's possible to break through his defenses, the idea of ​​killing him with bare hands is wishful thinking. Locomotive suspects that even if Butcher stood still and let him hit him for a minute without resistance, he might not be able to do anything to him.

Boucher swung his fists for a long time without hitting the locomotive once. Frustrated, he spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and squeezed out a sneer of arrogance. "Damn it... when you sleep with Charlotte, you can make her orgasm at least ten times a second, right? I don't have your ability. I can only make her cry and beg for mercy."

"You idiot, you're not worthy to mention her name!"

The locomotive was furious, wishing he could tear the other man apart, but this time, as he threw a punch, he suddenly changed his fist into a palm, his fingers together, and poked it straight into Butcher's eyes!

He is reckless and impulsive, but that doesn't mean he's an idiot. He does have some combat intelligence. Knowing that he can't break through the opponent's defense, he turns to attack the opponent's physical weaknesses.

This is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. Butcher has thick skin and tough flesh, but Locomotive doesn't believe that the other party's eyeballs can withstand his sonic hand chop.

Even if he could withstand it, he could still gouge out the other person's eyes through the seam.

However, the locomotive underestimated the methods of the person in front of it.

In Butcher's bloodshot eyes, the sonic hand slash rapidly approached, the black hand of the locomotive growing larger and larger, its reflection almost filling his entire eyeball.

However, a sinister, wicked grin spread across his lips, a smile that suggested he had succeeded in his scheme.

呲!

The next moment, two scorching high-temperature rays shot out from Butcher's eyes without warning!

"Ah! My hand!"

The locomotive gripped its burned wrist and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The moment it realized something was wrong, the locomotive tried its best to change its movements, but the hand strike that went straight for the target was already being executed with full force from the start, and it was too late to stop halfway through.

So, at the instant the palm touches the ray.

Unsurprisingly, the high-energy plasma flow, powerful enough to melt steel, instantly carbonized his palm, which was then washed away into dust by the subsequent energy flow.

The front half of the locomotive's entire arm was sliced ​​off, steaming hot and emitting a nauseating aroma of meat.

"Surprised? Looks like your nanny didn't teach you any lessons with his little ray!" Butcher wasn't an Asian, but he knew the principle of striking while the iron was hot. He lowered his waist and exerted force, like a bull, and crashed straight into the locomotive.

With tremendous force, the train engine, which was screaming in pain, was knocked down. Butcher followed closely, his thick body pressing down on it. He grabbed the train engine's left hand, which was blocking the way, and began his favorite close-quarters combat.

"Run? Aren't you the fastest man in the world? Run again and see what happens!"

Butcher grinned maliciously, his fists as heavy as sledgehammers, slamming into the locomotive's face. In just a few blows, the locomotive's flesh was torn open, and it saw stars. The tracks beneath it creaked and deformed under the force of the blows.

The rough, large hand pressed down firmly on the locomotive's left hand, and a glint of light reappeared in his eyes as he swept it diagonally across.

laugh!

The locomotive's left hand was severed cleanly at the root, and the burned left hand and a section of steel beam tumbled and fell one after the other.

The locomotive's voice was hoarse from shouting, and it was too weak to fight back.

The energy supplied by compound 5 in the body is being consumed rapidly, and the body is nearing the point of exhaustion. The potential that has been forcibly kept alive by drugs is like a candle about to go out.

Two large hands grabbed the locomotive by the neck and slammed it firmly against the railway crossbeam.

"Heh...heh..." The locomotive's eyes were bloodshot, almost bulging out of their sockets.

The feeling of suffocation intensified, his brain began to lack oxygen, darkness gradually eroded his consciousness, and in his blurry, reddish vision, he saw a series of recurring hallucinations.

The sky was no longer blue, but rather looked as if it had been soaked in a vat of murky red dye.

"Reggie! What are you doing lying on the ground? Stop slacking off, get up and keep training!"

In this blood-red mist, Butcher's hideous old face gradually faded and disappeared, transforming into his own brother.

Nate's helpless rebuke echoed in his mind.

"Nate... I feel so bad... I can't breathe..."

"You can do it! Reggie! You'll become the fastest man in the world. Mom and I are so proud of you. Just keep pushing and keep going! Don't stop!" Nate looked at him with hope.

"I can't, Nate. My leg is broken, I'm going to die."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're doing just fine, buddy."

"I'm not the fastest runner, I cheated. I killed a lot of people but I won't admit it. Nate, I can't do it, I'm just a coward, a loser."

Reggie Franklin murmured in despair.

Nate shook his head, put his hand on his shoulder, and said, "Listen, man, we've all made mistakes, in fact, you've made especially many. But we always get through it, and you always manage to bounce back, remember?"

Because you are the locomotive, no matter what difficulties we encounter, you will lead everyone to keep moving forward; this is not the end.

The scene suddenly shifts.

Reggie found himself standing on the podium, while the marathon runners below looked dejected and disappeared into the crowd.

"..."

Reggie's eyes widened; he remembered this thrilling moment and would never forget it.

On this day, he crossed the finish line under the watchful eyes of countless people, overtaking Mr. Marathon with an absolute advantage and being crowned king.

The sounds of camera shutters were all around him, so loud they were right next to his ears, and the flashes were so bright he could barely open his eyes.

With a smile, Homelander personally presented him with the award, "Let's celebrate the newest member of the seven-man team, the fastest man in the world—Locomotive!"

Then came a deafening roar of cheers, and he was so excited he could hardly breathe.

"locomotive!"

"locomotive!"