Conquering the Multiverse Starting with the Black Robe

The cheers came like waves, one after another.

Homelander stood before him, his lips moving as if he were saying words of encouragement, but Reggie couldn't make out a single word.

For some reason, the surrounding scenery suddenly began to distort, as if being ravaged by an invisible giant hand, squeezing inward from all sides.

The cheers of the audience stopped abruptly, and they looked around in bewilderment.

The smiles of the people of our motherland remain.

Tick ​​tock.

His face began to melt, his features dripping down like burning wax.

Reggie was terrified. He shook off the hand that was pressing on his shoulder and tried to run away.

I instinctively took a step, but I missed the target and felt as if I were stepping on thin air.

Then, they fell into an endless abyss.

Darkness surged in from all directions, like a tide and a fog, and swallowed him up in an instant.

"No!!!"

A faint sound emanated from the locomotive's throat.

"Stop honking the horn, little train, we've arrived at the final stop!" Butcher's eyes were sharp, his smile cruel, as if he were just making a death throes.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the locomotive, whose eyes had rolled back and was beginning to spasm unconsciously, suddenly contracted its pupils, as if in a final burst of light, and slowly moved them back down.

Veins bulged on the locomotive's face, teeth were practically ground to powder, and a hoarse voice was forced out from its throat, "...I'm returning from hell, you bastard! Let's fight to the death!"

In dire straits, the locomotive's potential was unleashed, and it frantically swung its arms!

The severed hand, with exposed bone fragments, burst forth with an astonishing frequency!

puff!

It penetrated!

The mangled, bloody arm, with exposed bone fragments at the wrist, resembled a pair of sharp bayonets, piercing deeply into Butcher's soft abdomen time and again!

puff!puff!puff!

The bone blade pierced through Butcher's stomach, leaving one bloody hole after another. The locomotive was furious, determined to fight to the death.

The bone pierced through Yangzi, wrapped around it, and pulled outwards with great force, like pulling a rope. Yangzi's genitals and even his genitals were dragged out.

"Aaaaaah! Fuck!"

Butcher let out a piercing roar of pain, vomiting a mouthful of thick, old blood onto the locomotive's face. The locomotive's black face was covered in blood, but he ignored it and continued to repeat the actions under his hands at high speed, his expression extremely ferocious.

Butcher truly lived up to his reputation as one of the most ruthless men in the Black Robe. Even with his abdomen almost emptied out, his old face, which was twitching with pain, still wore a cruel and chilling wicked smile.

As if the sunlight and filth flowing out weren't his own, he recklessly increased the force, slamming the locomotive's throat with a cracking sound, almost breaking it.

"Damn it! Can't you just accept your fate and die quietly? Why do you have to resist like this?!"

The two fought fiercely, like two mad dogs tearing at each other until one of them died.

Such a bloody and horrifying scene is so cruel that it's terrifying. If a timid person were to witness it, they would probably faint from fright.

The locomotive, its eyes blazing with fury, quietly moved its intact left leg behind Butcher's back, bracing it against the rails for support. Then, it thrust outwards with a sudden burst of strength from its waist!

Butcher hadn't expected a dying person to have such terrifying explosive power, and was instantly thrown off balance.

He was thrown off the tracks by the force and was about to fall from a height of more than forty meters. Even if he didn't turn into a pulp, he wouldn't be in much better shape.

In the instant he lost his balance, the combat-savvy Butcher reacted quickly.

At this critical moment, he forcibly twisted his posture in mid-air, facing upwards, grabbed his own head as a lasso, and swung it upwards with all his might. By sheer coincidence, he hooked the neck of the locomotive.

The locomotive finally caught its breath, only to have its neck tied up again, with half of its body being pulled into the air. Fortunately, just before it was about to be dragged into the water, it used its severed arm to grab the edge of the rails and braced its left leg under the crossbeam.

The two of them hung there in an extremely bizarre position, the locomotive's eyes almost popping out from the constriction, and it hurriedly used a bone to cut Bucher's eyes.

Butcher grabbed his sun and climbed upwards, but his speed was obviously not as fast as the locomotive cutting through it. In desperation, he fired beams from his eyes again.

Stab it!

The locomotive forcibly moved its head to avoid the burn, leaving a scorch mark on its face, but its hands didn't stop moving at all; in fact, they became three times faster.

Just as he was about to sever those intestines, Butcher finally reached a position half a meter below him.

stretch!

The sun broke, and Butcher waved his hand, his five fingers sweeping across the tip of the locomotive's nose, but he missed by a few centimeters and grabbed nothing.

"I won!"

"Go to hell, you bitch!"

The locomotive was overjoyed and cursed loudly.

Unfortunately, his smile vanished the next second.

Beside Butcher's stubble-covered head, a large, strange lump suddenly appeared on the skin of his neck.

Then, Hughie's angry face appeared, and from a distance, it looked as if Butcher had two heads, and the two brothers looked like conjoined twins.

As the saying goes, enemies are especially hateful when they meet. When negotiating the division of control of the body, Butcher had demanded that he not be allowed to take action unless absolutely necessary while Butcher was in control of the body. So Butcher had endured until now, and finally got the chance to take revenge himself.

Without a word, Hughie's head shot out with a whoosh, leaving a long trail in the air as it flew out like a human head yo-yo.

He opened his mouth wide and took a big bite, biting down hard on Huotou's nose!

"ah!--"

The train was driven nearly mad by the headache and frantically stabbed Hughie's head.

However, this time he miscalculated. The bone stuck in Hughie's head was like some kind of unknown gelatinous substance; it would instantly regenerate after being pulled out, causing no real damage whatsoever.

Small groups of curious onlookers gathered below the track, craning their necks to either broadcast live or film, keeping a close eye on the battle above and occasionally letting out gasps of surprise.

In the distance, a roller coaster that had completed a full rotation approached the fighting group, its roar growing louder and louder, and the nearby railway tracks began to tremble slightly.

On the roller coaster, the screams of the riders could be clearly heard.

"Shit!" The locomotive was terrified at the sight of this. He flailed his hand in a blur, but his simple physical attacks could hardly hurt Hughie, who was still biting his nose.

Boom Cha Cha—

The steel dragon roared as it swooped down.

The next moment, the front of the roller coaster roared off the track and crashed directly into the locomotive's body.

Bang!

A spray of blood exploded in the air.

Blood mist instantly sprayed across the smiling faces of the passengers in the front row, and the screams reached their peak at that moment.

Amidst a flurry of flying debris, two figures plummeted from a height of forty meters, landing almost simultaneously. The difference was that Butcher bumped into the outer support structure of the roller coaster halfway down, which provided a buffer.

With a loud crash, the two men smashed into the ground, creating a large crater and kicking up a cloud of dust that smelled of fish.

The scene quieted down, with only the clicking of camera shutters remaining.

Rean fell from the sky. From the moment Butcher and the Locomotive started their battle, he had been a quiet spectator, never intending to intervene.

He was just looking for fun, and it was his idea to have Butcher impersonate the Claw Woman that came up.

Having the chance to witness the characters from the original series dueling is much more fun than crushing them yourself.

I didn't expect these two to fight to such a fierce degree; it's quite a struggle.

Rean ignored the groaning and moaning Butcher. With the life energy organs he had modified as a source of energy, even the most severe injuries could be healed as long as they didn't kill him on the spot.

He walked to the dilapidated, tattered locomotive, barely recognizable as a human, and looked deeply at the man who had troubled Butcher so much. "Do you have any last words?"

If he hadn't made a prior promise, he might have seriously considered whether or not to spare the other person's life.

The locomotive was vomiting blood, its head slightly turned to the side, the sound barely audible.

But Rean, with his super hearing, heard it clearly. He nodded, pointed to a big tree beside him, and said, "It's normal for your butt to hurt. Your butt is hanging from the tree."