The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 183 A Miracle of Great Strength

wrong.

It's not an alien.

It is his heart.

His heart, as if drawn by some force, was trying to break free and leap out of his body.

but……

Almost every time his heart was about to leap out of his chest, countless energies surged from within the blood pool space, pressing him back to his original position.

"Huh!"

The black-robed witch seemed to sense something was wrong as well. She paused in surprise and looked down at Locke, who was being suppressed by black magic in the pit.

Thump, thump, thump.

Under the suppression of black magic, Locke was surrounded by constant squeezing and colliding sounds.

"You're strange, Locke Underwood."

"..."

Locke looked up at the black-robed witch who was looking down at him. From this perspective, he finally saw the witch's true face, which was hidden under her hood.

It's not black, it's white.

Very white.

Her face was even more sculpted than that of 80% of white women, with two tufts of long golden hair falling down on either side, and her expression was as cold as an iceberg.

Locke tried to extricate himself from this state of repression and shame.

But the effect was minimal.

"Don't waste your energy." The black-robed, fair-skinned ice witch looked at Locke's movements and said in a cold tone, "You can't break free."

Locke, upon hearing this, readily complied and stopped struggling. He then gazed at the cold but taut face beneath the black robe: "I've memorized your appearance. You'd better run far away and don't let me find you, or you'll suffer a terrible death."

The black-robed witch listened to Locke's threat without showing any expression.

"We've already seen your methods. Auguros and their family did nothing wrong, yet you sent them all to the mutant lab."

"Your family will be the same."

"I have no family."

"Um?"

"The three sisters who came this time have no relatives left. We have prepared ourselves for failure."

The black-robed witch spoke in an icy tone, then looked at Locke lying in the pit being suppressed, a mocking smile appearing on her cold expression: "The leader thought you were carrying some kind of magic-suppressing equipment, but it turns out you're just strong and have an amazing recovery speed."

She had figured out why Locke had been able to kill her three sisters before this.

Without him.

He's just very strong.

Locke relied on his immense power released in an instant, and his abnormal healing ability to ignore the attacks of dark magic, forcefully closing the distance and killing her three sisters.

If she hadn't come this time, and the leader hadn't been afraid that the wolf poison wouldn't kill Locke and cause the operation to fail again, so she had absorbed the magic power of the other four sisters, she probably really wouldn't have been able to subdue Locke.

but……

Even so, most of the four times the magic power that was originally abundant in her body was consumed.

Fortunately, she gave Locke the illusion that her magic was inexhaustible, which stopped him from struggling at this moment.

Eva thought to herself with relief, then looked at Locke, who seemed to be giving up in the pit: "If I had gone to Fallstown that day, you would be dead by now, Locke Underwood."

Locke looked down at the black-robed witch and said, "You'd better pray you have no family left, because I will find them and kill them in the most cruel way."

As he spoke, a murderous aura emanated from him, seemingly to corroborate Locke's claim that he never boasted.

Upon hearing this, Eva said in a deep voice, "You also have family. We didn't harm your vampire lover, and besides, she's pregnant, isn't she?"

Locke sneered.

"Go ahead!"

"What?"

"Catherine is right there. Go ahead and kill her if you dare. I won't stop you, as long as you can bear my retaliation."

Threaten him?

It doesn't exist, it's impossible.

Does he really accept being threatened just because Catherine is pregnant?

joke.

Threats, like principles, can be repeated countless times once they've been made.

Once he accepts a threat, no matter what he says or does afterward, others will still believe that he can be threatened.

Locke, beaming, told the black-robed witch before him to go ahead and kill Catherine. After speaking, he looked at the silent witch and chuckled, "What, afraid to go?"

Eva composed herself and stared expressionlessly at Locke in the pit.

"It's a pity you're going to die now."

"etc."

Locke suddenly spoke up.

Eva looked at Locke, a hint of mockery appearing on her cold face.

Are you scared now?

"No, what I mean is, I've seen through you. Your magic isn't limitless, is it?"

"What?"

Eva's expression changed instantly.

next second.

She saw Locke lying in the pit and roared, then slowly rose from the pit amidst the flying debris.

Upon seeing this, Eva quickly activated her magic to suppress it.

boom!

Locke, whose back was already suspended in the air, slammed heavily into the crater once again.

but……

Nothing.

What he has in abundance is the courage to try again.

"what!"

Locke's limbs were tense. In the blood pool, the surging blood seemed to boil, and endless energy poured into Locke's body to provide him with endless energy support.

Damn!

Eva's cold face was full of gloom. With one hand, she used magic to suppress Locke, and with the other hand, she tried to pull Locke's heart out of his body again.

So what if Locke is the progenitor of the vampires?

Even if the progenitor of the vampires had his heart ripped out, he would still die.

"Bang!"

An invisible force instantly squeezed Locke's heart, tearing it apart in an instant, only to instantly recover under the energy of the blood pool space.

In an instant.

That indescribable, yet heart-wrenching pain instantly overwhelmed Locke's consciousness.

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After all, the heart can recover, but the pain won't just disappear.

but……

Locke gritted his teeth and struggled against the invisible pressure coming from all directions, his forehead and limbs bulging with veins.

The suit jacket and the white shirt underneath began to tear layer by layer under Locke's force.

One should press on with full force, but the second attempt will be exhausted, and the third will be weak!

Boom!

As Locke struggled against the invisible pressure, cracks began to appear on the bridge surface around the pit, and gravel started to fly out.

"This is impossible." Eva couldn't help but exclaim as she watched Locke struggle against the magical suppression. "This absolutely cannot be the energy that the progenitor of the vampires should possess."

Upon hearing this, Locke raised his eyes, which had turned blood red at some point, and looked at Eva: "When did I ever say that I am a vampire?!"

The words fell.

boom!

Locke, like a cannonball, completely broke free from the shackles of magic, soaring directly into the sky from the pit. He then looked in the direction of the black-robed witch and once again swooped down like a cannonball.

Bang!

Locke punched a hole 50 centimeters in diameter and 50 centimeters deep right where Eva was standing.

But the moment Locke broke free of his restraints, Eva realized something was wrong and quickly fled the spot.

With his upper body clothing gone, Locke, his strong and muscular physique exposed, saw the black-robed witch flashing into the distance through the rising dust. A hint of panic finally appeared on her cold face. Locke snorted, bent his knees slightly, and then once again rushed towards the black-robed witch like a cannonball.

"Die!"

"goodbye."

Eva looked at Locke, who was charging straight at her, her expression returning to its icy state, and then she vanished from the spot.

boom!

Locke's punch landed directly in the air, and in an instant, the air exploded with a loud bang from the force of the punch.

But the black-robed witch had vanished.

Hey!

It's magic again!

Locke stared at the spot where the black-robed witch had disappeared, his expression grim, his chest heaving slightly.

next second.

He looked down.

His upper body, which had just suffered ruptured blood vessels due to recklessly increasing his strength, was now rapidly recovering.

As a price, the energy that was originally abundant in his blood pool space was directly reduced to a dangerous level.

After all, his heart had been crushed countless times by that damned black-robed witch while he was lying in the pit.

but!

As long as the blood pool never dries up, Locke will never die!

This is consciousness in the literal sense. Even if the black-robed witch could remotely remove his heart, let alone crush it, what could she do?

As long as the blood pool doesn't dry up, he can still generate a brand new heart.

Just right.

They can also replace it with a brand new, unopened, and used heart.

There is a problem.

pain!

A pain that cuts to the bone.

Tree witch, you just wait! I'm going to take you down with me. I won't rest until I wipe you all out completely.

Locke's face was grim, his eyes darting around.

at the same time.

As the black-robed witch Eva departed, the invisible walls on both sides of the Brooklyn Bridge also disappeared.

soon.

A squad leader and George Stacy arrived on the bridge with their respective sentries and officers.

Sarah Davis, a senior member of the group, stared at Locke, who was standing there, covered in blood and shirtless, revealing his muscular physique. She was momentarily stunned.

"director."

"Locke".

Locke snapped out of his daze, first glancing at Sarah Davis, who had taken over as the group leader, then at George, who had followed him up. His gloomy expression returned to normal, and he revealed a slight smile: "This is the mutant case."

Upon hearing this, George looked at Locke.

Are you sure?

"I'm not sure, but this is all you need, George. This case is not something you can interfere with."

"I know, I'm just saying."

Upon hearing this, George smiled slightly, then looked at Locke: "This case is yours now."

Locke said thank you.

George waved his hand, glanced at Locke, and after confirming that he seemed to be alright, he turned and led the officers to their positions.

Group leader Sarah Davis's gaze fell on the two black-robed witches lying on the ground not far away, their necks twisted.

"Supervisor, they are...?"

"A witch!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)