The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Blood servant mark?

Locke looked at the bloody text that appeared behind John Smith's right ear and raised his eyebrows.

but……

This blood servant mark is not the same as the one in the Vampire Building.

Another vampire blood servant?

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

"Do you know what this pattern means?"

"It seems to be the soul-stirring magic of the black witch."

Catherine stared at it for a few times and said with some uncertainty: "But it must be black magic."

The same kind of creatures in the entire extraordinary world have their own tribes.

Similar to a tribe.

The same goes for the Black Witch.

The Tree Witches, the Salem Witches, and the New Orleans Witches are all black witches, but they don't belong to the same group.

Therefore, the black magic of each witch group is different.

but……

Generally speaking, they are similar.

Locke listened to Catherine's words and smiled: "Tree witch."

He was just wondering whether these tree-shaped witches were afraid of him because they saw him killing the family members of the three witch families, so they didn't dare to provoke him anymore.

All right.

He takes it back now.

These tree-like witches are not only brave, but also very courageous. I just don’t know who gave them such courage.

Vampire?

Locke sneered in his heart, once again glanced at the blood servant mark behind John Smith's ear, and then looked at the bodies of the other four stalkers.

After a while.

All the clothes on the bodies of the four stalkers were stripped off.

There is no doubt about it.

The chests of the other four stalkers also had patterns of black magic. At the same time, blood servant marks that were exactly the same as the blood servant marks behind John Smith's ears were found on different parts of the bodies of the four stalkers.

Obviously.

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

One thing is now 100% certain.

The tree-like witch and the vampire really got together. Now these five corpses of blood servants and stalkers of black magic are the best witnesses and physical evidence.

only……

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

Catherine met Locke's gaze and looked at Locke with a curious look.

Locke smiled slightly, retracted his gaze, and looked again at the five stalker corpses lined up on the ground.

He was a little confused about the operations of tree-like witches and vampires.

Locke's sixth sense told him.

The tree-like witches and vampires were coming for him.

Because these five stalkers activated the black magic marks on their bodies the moment they saw him.

If their target was Catherine, then why wasn't the dark magic mark activated when Catherine caught them?

But Locke didn't understand.

If their target was themselves, why did they follow Catherine? Isn't this a bit too far-fetched?

Just then.

The phone rang.

Locke turned to look at Debbie who took out the phone.

After Debbie answered the phone, her expression changed and she looked at Locke: "Boss, the blade was attacked."

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked back at the five corpses on the floor, completely understanding.

The goals of the Emotional guys have never changed.

He was also thinking about kidnapping Blade.

"where."

"Brooklyn Bridge."

"Bang!"

As soon as Debbie finished speaking, she heard a sonic boom. By the time they reacted, Locke had already disappeared in front of everyone.

Catherine's expression did not change at all.

Emilia opened her mouth wide, looked at Debbie, pointed at the place where Locke had just disappeared, and seemed to want to say something.

Debbie's expression didn't change much. She looked at Amelia, who looked surprised as if she had seen God, and said calmly: "Don't ask, don't tell."

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

Debbie feels that this policy is quite applicable to her boss.

At this moment.

The Brooklyn Bridge has fallen into panic, and traffic on the entire bridge has been completely paralyzed.

On both sides of the bridge, countless people with panicked expressions screamed and ran out of the bridge.

I happened to be nearby and received an alarm, so the New York Police Department police car, which arrived at the scene early, sounded the alarm, faced the bridge without hesitation, and headed straight upstream.

The next second.

It was as if the police car hit a wall of air. With a bang, the entire front of the police car shriveled up instantly, and the alarm bell also died out at the same moment.

The police officer, who had a bloody head and a bloody head, struggled to kick the door open and fell to the ground outside.

Among the bridges.

Boom, boom, boom!

Four witches shrouded in black robes suddenly appeared, and the witches moved their hands to both sides.

The vehicles parked on the bridge rose into the air as if they had been summoned, and slammed into the invisible but real wall of air.

The original intention of the witches was not to destroy, but to clear a path leading to the black Chevrolet SUV that symbolized federal law enforcement not far away.

Blade had also stepped out of the Chevrolet car at this moment, holding the two sharp swords behind him that had killed countless vampires in his hands.

He looked at the four witches in black robes not far away who were crossing their hands in front of him, and then walking towards him with steady steps and unhurriedly. He thought of the witches he encountered in the alley in Albany. picture.

We can't let these witches take action.

Blade's eyes condensed, a blood-red color appeared, and the vampire's fangs were exposed. Then with a bang, he disappeared from the place holding the sword.

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

When the four witches saw this, their expressions under their black robes did not change at all, and they raised their right hands towards the blade.

Powerful black magic gushes out.

boom!

Already in the air, the blade pointed directly at the heads of the four witches was instantly blown out by the invisible black magic power, and hit the body of a car heavily.

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

When the two sentries beside the Chevrolet saw this scene, they raised their guns and pointed them at the four witches who were already approaching.

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But before they could fire, the two sentries wailed involuntarily, and the hands holding the guns twisted strangely. At the same time, with the sound of cracking bones, the two sentries fell to the ground in pain.

The next second.

Click!

The screaming sentry's head suddenly twisted to the side, completely losing his life.

After the four witches finished dealing with the sentries, they looked at Blade standing up on the flat body of the car.

The blade's eyes flashed fiercely.

"Bang!"

"Confinement!"

"Boom!"

The blade that jumped from the car body again suddenly fell back onto the car body again as if gravity had been increased several times.

The poor car was directly penetrated by the blade.

The next second.

The four witches waved their hands in unison, and then, the blade that was completely submerged in the car was grabbed from the air.

The blade, which was completely imprisoned in mid-air, struggled hard.

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

As the spell was recited, Blade felt blood rolling all over his body, he couldn't help but raise his head, and roared angrily.

suddenly.

A drop of too fresh blood was ingested by the witch from Blade's mouth.

Immediately afterwards.

One drop, two drops, three or four drops.

As the too-fresh blood was taken out, white smoke began to rise around the blade.

There is no doubt about it.

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

Due to the intake of Locke's blood, the blade, which lost the power of Locke's blood, naturally returned to an ordinary mixed-race race.

As everyone knows.

The warm sunlight that originally shone on Blade due to the power of Locke's blood is now gradually becoming the best weapon to kill Blade because of the disappearance of Locke's blood.

Vampires will also die if they are exposed to the sun for a long time.

It's just that vampires are not as fast as vampires.

but……

Sometimes dying is a relief.

Because vampires who are exposed to the sun for a long time will first be exposed to a large number of dense blisters and suffer endless pain. After the blood in the body is completely boiled, it will spontaneously ignite and turn into coke.

The blade is now covered in smoke, which is a prelude to the blood in the body starting to boil.

The blade, which was bound in mid-air, felt pain as the power of Locke's blood flowed away, and at the same time, its own strength was weakening at an extremely fast speed.

Just then.

The witch who was muttering a curse stopped, and the other three witches also raised their right hands and dropped them towards the ground.

boom!

The blade hit the bridge heavily like a puppet on strings.

The bridge deck was smashed and cracked.

"Kneel down or die."

The leading witch finally spoke out, looking at Dao Feng, who was still struggling to stand up from the ground despite being covered in smoke, and spoke coldly.

When Dao Feng heard this, he grinned, revealing two rows of bloody teeth.

"Bichi!"

"Bang!"

"ah!"

Dao Feng, who was once again out of control and pushed onto the bridge, roared, trying to fight against the invisible pressure on his body: "Bichi, kill me if you can."

The four witches stared intently.

kill?

That won't work.

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

The soul of the mixed race is the best container to take possession of the body. As for the body, it is just because the soul of the mixed race perfectly fits the body.

After weakening the power of the blade, the four witches quickly appeared around the blade without saying any more nonsense, then stretched out their hands to hold the blade again, and began to mutter something to prepare to cast a spell to seal the soul of the blade.

Blade roared angrily, resisting this powerful hypnotic power.

"Give up. Even if Rock Underwood is not dead, he will not dare to save you if he is poisoned by wolfsbane."

"Yeah?"

"..."