The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 181 The Real Target: Blade

Blood Servant Mark?

Locke raised an eyebrow as he looked at the blood-stained inscription that had appeared behind John Smith's right ear.

but……

This Blood Servant Mark is not the same as the mark on the Vampire Mansion.

Is it another vampire's blood servant?

Locke thought to himself, then his gaze fell on the magic circle-like pattern on John Smith's sunken chest, before turning to look at Catherine.

Do you know what this pattern means?

"It seems to be the Black Witch's soul-capturing magic."

Catherine stared at it for a few moments, then said somewhat uncertainly, "But it's definitely black magic."

In the entire extraordinary world, all beings of the same species belong to their own groups.

Similar to a tribe.

The same applies to the Black Witch.

The Tree Witch, the Salem Witch, and the New Orleans Witch are all Black witches, but they do not belong to the same group.

Therefore, the black magic of each witch clan is not quite the same.

but……

They are generally similar.

Locke chuckled as he listened to Catherine's words: "Tree Witch."

He had just been wondering if the group of tree witches were afraid of his ruthless killing of the three witches' family members, and therefore dared not provoke him anymore.

Ok.

He now retracts that statement.

These tree witches are not only daring, but incredibly bold; it's just a mystery who gave them that courage.

Vampires?

Locke sneered inwardly, glanced once more at the blood servant mark behind John Smith's ear, and then looked at the corpses of the other four trackers.

after awhile.

The clothes on all four bodies of the trackers were stripped off.

no doubt.

The chests of the other four trackers also bore patterns of dark magic. Furthermore, the same Blood Servant Mark as the one behind John Smith's ear was found on different parts of the bodies of the four trackers.

obviously.

These five trackers are all blood servants of the same vampire.

Now I can be 100% sure of one thing.

The tree witch and the vampire have indeed colluded, and the five corpses of these people, who are both blood servants and tracers of dark magic, are the best witnesses and physical evidence.

only……

Locke thought to himself, then looked at Catherine with a hint of curiosity.

Catherine met Locke's gaze and gave him a curious look.

Locke smiled slightly, withdrew his gaze, and looked back at the five corpses of the trackers lined up on the ground.

He didn't quite understand the workings of the tree witch and the vampire.

Locke's sixth sense told him.

The tree witch and the vampires are after him.

Because these five trackers activated the dark magic mark on their bodies the moment they saw him.

If their target was Catherine, then why wasn't the Dark Magic Mark activated when Catherine captured them?

But Locke didn't quite understand.

If their target is themselves, why go and track Catherine? Isn't that going the long way around?

Just then.

The phone rang.

Locke turned to look at Debbie, who was taking out her phone.

After answering the phone, Debbie's expression changed slightly as she looked at Locke: "Boss, Blade has been attacked."

Locke raised an eyebrow, turned to look at the five corpses on the floor, and understood completely.

It seems these guys' goal has never changed.

They were even thinking of kidnapping Blade.

"where."

Brooklyn Bridge.

"Bang!"

Debbie had barely finished speaking when a sonic boom exploded. By the time they realized what was happening, Locke had already vanished from their sight.

Catherine's expression remained unchanged.

Emilia opened her mouth wide, looked at Debbie, pointed to the spot where Locke had just disappeared, as if she wanted to say something.

Debbie's expression didn't change much. She looked at Emilia, who was astonished as if she had seen God, and said calmly, "I won't ask, I won't say."

This is the military's policy that same-sex love is the only true love.

Debbie thought that this policy would be quite applicable to her own eldest son as well.

At this moment.

Panic has gripped the Brooklyn Bridge, bringing traffic across the entire bridge to a complete standstill.

On both sides of the bridge, countless people with terrified expressions screamed as they ran out from the bridge.

Just then, a New York Police Department patrol car, which had arrived at the scene ahead of time after receiving an alarm, sirens blaring, bravely drove against the current onto the bridge.

next second.

The police car seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall; with a loud bang, the entire front of the police car instantly became flattened, and the siren stopped ringing the moment it flattened.

The police officer, bleeding from his head, struggled to kick open the car door and fell to the ground outside.

Inside the bridge.

Bang, bang, bang!

Four witches, shrouded in black robes, suddenly appeared, their hands gesturing to the sides.

The vehicles parked on the bridge seemed to be summoned, soaring into the air and crashing into the invisible but real air wall with a series of thuds.

The witches' intention was not to cause destruction, but simply to clear a path, a path leading to the black Chevrolet SUV that symbolized federal law enforcement not far away.

Blade had already stepped out of the Chevrolet, holding the two swords behind him that had slain countless vampires.

He watched as four black-robed witches, their arms crossed in front of them, walked steadily toward him, their steps unhurried. The image of his encounter with witches in the alley of Albany flashed through his mind.

We must not let these witches do anything.

Blade's eyes narrowed, a blood-red light appeared, and the vampire's fangs were revealed. Then, with a bang, he disappeared from the spot, sword in hand.

When the blade reappeared, it was already in front of the four witches.

Upon seeing this, the four witches remained expressionless beneath their black robes, and raised their right hands directly towards the blade.

A powerful surge of dark magic erupted forth.

boom!

The blade, already airborne and pointed directly at the heads of the four witches, was instantly blasted away by the invisible black magic and crashed heavily into the body of a car.

The windshield and windows of the car struck by the blade shattered instantly.

Upon seeing this, the two sentries beside the Chevrolet raised their sidearms and aimed them at the four witches who had approached.

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But before they could fire, the two sentries involuntarily cried out in pain as their gun-wielding hands twisted grotesquely, accompanied by a cracking sound of bones breaking. The two sentries fell to the ground in agony.

next second.

Click!

The sentry screamed as his head suddenly twisted to the side, and he lost his life.

After the four witches dealt with the sentinels, their gazes fell on Blade, who had risen from the crushed cart.

The blade's edge gleamed with a fierce light.

"Bang!"

"Imprisonment!"

"Thump!"

The blade that had leaped off the car body once again suddenly seemed to be subjected to several times the force of gravity, and with a bang, it crashed back onto the car body.

The poor car was pierced straight through by the blade.

next second.

The four witches waved their hands in unison, and then the blade that had been submerged in the car was snatched out of the air.

The blade, completely trapped in mid-air, struggled desperately.

One of the witches pointed her right hand at the blade in mid-air, murmuring and silently chanting.

As the incantation was uttered, Blade felt his blood churn, and he couldn't help but look up and roar.

Suddenly.

A drop of blood, too fresh to be true, was drawn from the blade's mouth by the witch.

Followed by.

One drop, two drops, three or four drops.

As the extremely fresh blood was extracted, white smoke began to rise from the blade.

no doubt.

The blood that the four witches forced out of Blade's body was not Blade's own blood, but Locke's blood.

Because of the intake of Locke's blood, Blade, having lost the power of Locke's blood, naturally reverted to an ordinary mixed-blood vampire.

Well known.

The sunlight that was originally warm on Blade's body because of Locke's blood power is now gradually turning into the best weapon to kill Blade because Locke's blood power is disappearing.

Vampires can also die if they are exposed to sunlight for an extended period of time.

It's just that vampires aren't as fast as vampires.

but……

Sometimes, dying is a kind of relief.

Because vampires exposed to sunlight for extended periods will first develop numerous and dense blisters on their skin, enduring endless pain, before their blood boils completely and they spontaneously combust, turning into charred remains.

The fact that Daofeng is currently smoking is the prelude to his blood starting to boil.

As Locke's blood power drained away, the blade, bound in mid-air, felt pain and its own power was weakening at an extremely rapid pace.

Just then.

The witch who was chanting the incantation stopped, and the other three witches also lowered their raised right hands to the ground.

boom!

The blade slammed heavily onto the bridge like a marionette.

The bridge surface cracked upon impact.

"Kneel down, or die."

The leading witch finally spoke, looking at Blade, who was covered in smoke but still struggling to stand up from the ground, and spoke in a cold voice.

Upon hearing this, Blade grinned, revealing two rows of bloody teeth.

"Bitch!"

"Bang!"

"what!"

Once again out of control, Blade was slammed onto the bridge, roaring as he tried to fight against the invisible pressure on his body: "Bitch, kill me if you dare!"

The four witches' gazes sharpened.

kill?

That won't do.

Hybrids are the best, not because of their physical bodies, but because of their souls.

The soul of a hybrid is the best vessel for possession; as for the physical body, it's merely because the hybrid's soul perfectly fits their body.

After weakening Blade's power, the four witches didn't waste any words. They quickly appeared around Blade, then reached out and pressed Blade down in mid-air once more, chanting incantations to seal Blade's soul.

Blade roared angrily, resisting the powerful hypnotic force.

"Give up. Even if Locke Underwood isn't dead, he's been poisoned by wolfsbane and wouldn't dare come to save you."

"Yeah?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)