The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 187 Blade

People's eyes became blurred and their breathing became rapid.

The heavy breathing sounded throughout the bar.

Those people who were originally twisting their bodies wildly on the dance floor seemed to be controlled by an invisible force at this moment.

Their breathing became heavier and heavier, as if they were under some tremendous pressure.

Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and their faces showed an expression of both excitement and pain.

These vampires could no longer hold back.

There was a red light flashing in their eyes, like hungry beasts seeing delicious prey.

Their fangs slowly extended out, and a trace of greedy saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths.

They slowly approached their target.

The eight 'lucky ones' who were bewitched by the red liquid were completely unaware of the danger that was approaching.

They are immersed in their own desires and cannot extricate themselves.

The vampires took the opportunity to approach them, ready to enjoy this bloody feast.

Just when these vampires were about to take action, they suddenly found themselves unable to move.

An invisible force bound them tightly, preventing them from even blinking.

Their bodies seemed frozen in ice, standing there stiffly, their hearts filled with astonishment and fear.

He tried to struggle, but found that his strength was so insignificant in the face of this mysterious bondage.

The eight 'lucky ones' were still twisting their bodies to the music, completely unaware of the abnormality around them.

They immersed themselves in the rhythm of the music and released their energy to the fullest.

[My heart is really big. 】

Weiss looked speechlessly at these young people who were still immersed in their own world, and couldn't help but sigh at their slowness.

"Wake up." These three magical words echoed in the air like the sound of a clear bell.

These three words seemed to have magical power, instantly awakening those confused young people.

They first looked around in confusion, their eyes full of bewilderment.

They didn't understand why these people were standing there motionless. Was it some special dance move?
However, when they saw these people with red eyes and sharp fangs surrounding them, they immediately thought of the legendary creatures.

"Vampire!!" A cry of terror rang out in the bar.

Smart IQs have regained the upper hand and they understand everything.

They finally realized that they had been chosen as prey, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

Several young people collapsed on the ground, unable to stand steadily, their bodies shaking constantly.

They were supported by their companions and fled the bar in panic.

They had only one thought in their minds, which was to escape from this horrible place as soon as possible.

Wes sensed the bar and confirmed that there were no ordinary people left, only vampires.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, as if he was looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"It's time to start."

He exuded powerful magic, which was like a surging wave, spreading out in all directions.

The magic circle slowly spread from under his feet like ripples to the entire bar, and the mysterious and complex patterns on the ground flickered with strange light.

The vampires had a premonition that something was wrong, and a strong sense of unease surged in their hearts.

The uneasiness was like a cold poisonous snake, winding and crawling in their hearts.

However, their bodies could not move at all, and they struggled desperately, trying to break free from the mysterious bondage, but their efforts were in vain. Their hearts were filled with fear, and that fear was like a thick dark cloud, covering their hearts.

Their eyes were filled with panic and despair as they watched helplessly as the mysterious magic circle enveloped them.

Their hearts are shouting and roaring, and they are unwilling to become other people's prey.

They became prey without knowing it, which made them feel extremely angry and humiliated.

They used to be hunters in the dark, but now they have become prey to others. This huge contrast is hard for them to accept.

In less than ten seconds, these vampires were transformed into a red philosopher's stone.

Weiss felt the energy.

"Vampires really do have more energy in their bodies than ordinary people. If we could refine all the vampires in the world into Philosopher's Stones, we wouldn't have to worry about energy issues in the short term."

Weiss thought as he walked.

How can we catch all the vampires in New York? Going from one stronghold to another is not only a waste of time, but it's also likely to alert the enemy.

Just as Weiss fell into deep thought.

"Huh~~" A dart flew towards him rapidly, drawing a sharp arc in the air with a fierce momentum.

Weiss stretched out two fingers and easily caught the dart.

"Tap~" "Tap~", the sound of boots stepping on the ground can be heard.

A black man dressed in black walked over. His face was sharp and stern, like a knife.

The thick black eyebrows are slightly raised, revealing a sense of unruly and boldness.

He was wearing a black leather windbreaker, and the tough leather made a slight friction sound when he moved.

He had a special belt tied around his waist, which was covered with various weapons and tools.

He also had a samurai sword on his back.

"Who are you? Has the 'Blood Feast' ended?" The Blade Warrior's voice was low and powerful, full of vigilance.

Weiss recognized the man: "Blade??"

"Do you know me?" A hint of surprise flashed in Blade's eyes.

After confirming Blade's identity, Weiss laughed.

[Just when I was worried about alerting the enemy, help is here, isn't it? ]

"I've dealt with the vampires here." Wes's tone was flat, stating a trivial matter.

[There's no smell of blood, and no sounds of fighting. What on earth did this guy do?]

Blade's heart was filled with doubts and vigilance.

He never trusts anyone easily, especially when faced with such a mysterious situation, and he always adheres to the principle of seeing is believing.

He stared at Wes with his hawk-like eyes, trying to find any flaws in his expression and behavior, but Wes remained calm and composed, leaving no room for clues.

Blade walked past Weiss and onto the dance floor with steady steps.

Every step he took was cautious and alert.

He carefully observed his surroundings, not missing any details.

The lights in the dance floor were still flickering, but it lacked the liveliness and noise of the past.

The dance floor that was once full of vitality is now filled with silence and desolation.

Blade half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his finger, dipped it in a little red liquid, and sniffed it gently.

"It does smell 'psychedelic'. A 'blood feast' was indeed held here."

(End of this chapter)