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Locke slowly stood up and then pointed at Victor's corpse behind him.

"That old bastard Victor went crazy just now, but fortunately, his tricks didn't have much effect on me."

Lucien followed the direction of his finger and saw Victor's corpse, whose skull had been split in two, lying lifeless in a pool of blood.

This shocking scene made his pupils dilate, and he muttered in disbelief:

"That dog Victor is dead?"

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"He's dead. Isn't the body lying right there?"

Locke didn't pay much attention to Lucien's astonishment and instead walked slowly toward the human-faced monster lying on the ground.

He didn't know if this thing was dead, but it certainly looked unable to move now.

If it wasn't dead, he wouldn't mind sending it off for good.

Lucien saw Locke so casual, as if he hadn't taken Victor seriously at all, and felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

There was the joy of revenge, but also an unbelievable sense of unreality.

His eyes shimmered, and he was slightly dazed.

He first muttered to himself, then tilted his head back and, with tears in his eyes, began to laugh wildly:

"He's actually dead! That dog Victor is actually dead! Hahaha!"

"Sophia, did you see that? I've finally avenged you! This beast is finally dead..."

A smile was on his face, but tears were streaming uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

Although he hadn't killed him himself, being able to see an old bastard as sinister, cunning, and ruthless as Victor die in his lifetime,

was a huge surprise for him.

He was extremely glad that he had chosen to cooperate with Locke back at the clinic instead of becoming his enemy.

Locke heard his murmurs and knew about the feud between him and Victor, so he didn't speak, just watched him quietly:

"Truly a pitiful pair of star-crossed lovers, sigh..."

Lucien wailed for a while, then lunged madly at Victor's corpse.

He used his sharp claws to violently tear apart the body that was still somewhat intact.

Locke watched as Lucien vented the hatred that had been building up for centuries.

Therefore, he didn't step in to stop him.

Because if it were him who had gone through such things, he would definitely have done something even more excessive than Lucien.

Never mind destroying the corpse,

he believed he would have hated him enough to tear Victor apart, chew him to pieces, and swallow him whole.

Only then could he resolve the hatred that had been in his heart for hundreds of years.

With tears on his face, Lucien frantically tore at Victor's body with his claws and fangs.

Until Victor's corpse was completely unrecognizable and turned into a pile of rotten flesh, he stopped, then shouted to the sky:

"Sophia, Sophia, my Sophia..."

After crying out, his emotions finally calmed down a little.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, he walked to Locke's side and knelt down with a thud.

"What are you doing?" Locke frowned, quite puzzled.

"I am very grateful that you helped me take this revenge. If it were up to me, I don't know how much longer it would have taken to get rid of this dog Victor."

Lucien's expression was serious as he looked up at Locke, his tone firm and sincere.

He had just remembered how he had fallen unconscious.

So he knew that if he had relied only on himself, he probably would never have been able to take revenge in this lifetime.

That was why he was so grateful to Locke.

Locke's expression was cold, without a hint of excitement: "Killing Victor, wasn't that agreed upon when we started our cooperation? You don't need to do this."

"Regardless, it was you who killed Victor. Even if it's just for Sophia, I should express my gratitude to you."

After saying this, Lucien ignored Locke's hand as he reached out to stop him and kowtowed to him violently.

Locke could only sigh helplessly, and after the other man finished kowtowing, he pulled him up.

To be able to make a man among men like Lucien, who had led the Lycan race for centuries, kneel down, was enough to show how much he hated Victor.

It was also enough to show how infuriating what Victor had done to Sophia all those years ago was.

"You've said your thanks today, don't ever say it again in the future."

Locke shook his head and waved his hand, "The matter here isn't finished yet, so you need to pull yourself together."

"Don't worry, Victor is dead, and I'm full of motivation now."

Lucien clenched his fists and nodded at Locke:

"Even if I have to face Marcus or Weining later, I won't be afraid. After all, I have nothing to worry about now."

"As long as you give the order, even if it costs me my life, I will follow you into battle."

Now that his deep hatred had been avenged, Lucien didn't have much attachment left, so death was actually a kind of release for him.

He thought that after death, perhaps he could see the person he loved most in heaven or hell.

Locke knew what he was thinking, so he didn't try to persuade him otherwise, but instead drew his sword to turn the face of the human-faced monster lying on the ground upright, examining it carefully.

Because when the human face appeared just now, he had felt it was somewhat familiar.

That was why he didn't draw his sword immediately.

As it turned out, looking at it now, the face on this monster actually bore a sixty or seventy percent resemblance to Serena,

This gave rise to a bold guess in his heart.

"Could it be that Victor refined this using Sophia's corpse or soul?"

It had to be said that given Victor's nature, it was very likely he would do such a beastly thing.

And beside him, Lucien, who had originally returned to his usual cold expression,

completely broke down the moment he saw the monster's face.

"This... how could this be?"

He instantly lost all his strength and slumped down; the face that had appeared was completely beyond his expectations.

Seeing his reaction, Locke confirmed his own guess:

"So that's it. Victor, you old bastard, you really are cold-hearted. You could even use your own daughter for something like this?"

Although he didn't know how Victor had managed to make Sophia, who should have been reduced to nothing by the sun's burning,

reappear in the world in the form of this monster.

But he knew Victor definitely didn't do it out of good intentions.

Lucien held the Flesh Ball that resembled a head with both hands, his mouth open, unable to say a word.

The muscles on his face, which had been cold and stern, were trembling slightly.

He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

"Ahhh..."

This made Locke sigh inwardly as well; he could clearly feel the sorrow emanating from Lucien.

After all, to have the lover he thought had already died appear before him in such an inhuman form—anyone would find that unbearable.

"Lucien, she is no longer the person you knew..."

"I... I..."