The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

"Shit, is Daywalker crazy?"

A high-ranking vampire roared angrily, his sharp voice seemed to penetrate the wall, filling the entire space with his anger.

His pale face was distorted by anger, and his eyes were red like burning flames.

He slammed the table fiercely, and the huge sound echoed in the silent room, like thunder, showing his extreme dissatisfaction and mania in his heart.

"I heard from the people who escaped that he changed to a more powerful weapon." Another vampire continued, his voice full of surprise and worry.

"Is this why he dared to provoke us? We must fight back and teach him a lesson."

Another vampire gnashed his teeth and said, his tone was full of ferocity and determination.

'Blood Nest' is the base camp of New York vampires, actually a high-rise building located in Manhattan.

The appearance of this high-rise building looks no different from an ordinary commercial building, but it hides countless secrets and dangers inside.

All those who stayed here were elites among the vampires. They possessed powerful strength and superb wisdom, and were the backbone of the vampire race.

"Is Blade crazy? He is going to war against us by doing this."

A vampire in a black robe said, his voice low and majestic.

His eyes revealed a hint of doubt and vigilance, thinking about Blade's real purpose. He gently stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

"Who gave him the courage? Could it be that SHIELD is going to attack us?" Another vampire said worriedly, his voice full of uneasiness.

A group of vampires sat around a round table in neat clothes to discuss countermeasures. Their expressions were serious and solemn, and the atmosphere was tense and depressing.

"Ding~" A crisp sound echoed in the silent space, and the sound was like a silver bell shaking lightly.

"Ding~" Another sound, this time the sound seemed louder, lingering in the air for a long time.

Deacon Frost tapped the goblet with a spoon gracefully, his movements were neither fast nor slow, but with an unquestionable majesty.

His eyes were deep and cold, scanning the vampires sitting around the round table.

Deacon Frost was the spokesperson for the elders and had a very high status in the tribe.

Every word and every action of his represented the will of the elders, making other vampires dare not disobey in the slightest.

He was dressed in a gorgeous black robe, and the fine fabric shone with a mysterious luster under the light.

His face was handsome and cold, his pale skin was as smooth as marble, and under his high nose bridge, his thin lips were slightly pursed, revealing a kind of determination and coldness.

"Mobilize our connections to put pressure on SHIELD, FBI, and NYPD to make Blade a wanted criminal, and organize an elite team to hunt him down."

Deacon Frost's voice was low and powerful, full of majesty.

"Yes!" *N, the vampires responded in unison.

After Blade destroyed another vampire base, his phone suddenly rang.

He frowned and looked at the encrypted phone number on it, and answered the call reluctantly.

Nick Fury's angry voice came from the other end of the phone. "What are you doing? You broke our agreement."

Nick Fury's voice was full of anger and accusations.

"I said that you can't mess with vampires. They are in the upper echelons..." Nick Fury continued, his tone full of helplessness and worry.

He knew that vampires had strong connections and influence in the upper echelons. If Blade continued to act recklessly like this, it might cause a huge riot.

"Nick," Blade interrupted him, his voice cold and firm. "You are too weak."

After saying this, Blade crushed the phone in his hand without hesitation.

Nick Fury listened to the busy tone from the phone, and a surge of anger surged in his heart.

"How dare you hang up on me."

He called again, but could only hear "sorry..."

The cold prompt tone made him feel even more depressed.

"Asshole!" Nick Fury cursed angrily.

He immediately ordered his subordinates: "Find Blade and control him, and make those vampires behave."

However, his order was too late.

When Blade arrived at the next place, he was greeted by an elite team of vampires.

The vampires were dressed in black combat uniforms, holding various weapons, and their eyes were full of murderous intent.

Blade, who had been enemies with vampires for so long, recognized them at a glance. They were the vampire hunting team.

This team was famous among the vampire tribe and was responsible for eliminating those enemies who posed a major threat to vampires.

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Blade had fought with them before, and it was a thrilling battle. In that battle, Blade was basically at a disadvantage and was suppressed everywhere.

The members of the vampire hunting team cooperated well and attacked fiercely, making Blade overwhelmed.

Every confrontation made Blade feel huge pressure, as if he could be defeated by the opponent at any time.

If it weren't for good luck, he found a flaw at the critical moment to escape, maybe Blade would have been left there forever and killed.

At this time, Blade's hand slowly touched the handle of the knife, and the upgraded weapon gave him unprecedented confidence.

Blade gripped the hilt tightly, feeling the power coming from the weapon, and the fighting spirit in his heart was instantly ignited.

He no longer hesitated, and directly drew out the long knife, rushing towards the hunting team like a flash of lightning.

The battle broke out instantly, and Blade's figure shuttled through the vampire hunting team, the knife flashed, and every swing of the knife brought powerful power.

The members of the hunting team were not to be outdone, and they launched attacks on Blade.

After more than ten minutes, the battle finally ended. Blade was panting and covered with scars.

His clothes were torn, revealing shocking wounds, and blood was constantly oozing out.

However, his eyes were full of the joy of victory.

Around him, all the members of the hunting team had turned gray.

The powerful self-healing ability did not play any role at this time, and the deep wounds continued to ooze black blood.

The blood was sticky and weird, exuding a disgusting fishy smell.

It turned out that the weapons of the hunting team were coated with a toxin specifically targeting vampires.

This toxin was extremely overbearing. Once it entered the body of a vampire, it would spread rapidly and corrode their bodies.

Blade was stabbed so many times that the toxin had already flowed through his blood like a surging tide to his heart.

He could clearly feel the toxin spreading in his body, like countless poisonous snakes gnawing at his internal organs.

His face became paler and paler, and his body gradually became weaker and weaker.

Every breath became extremely difficult, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.