The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 189 Hunting
"Shit, is Daywalker crazy?"

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

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

He slammed the table hard, and the loud noise echoed in the silent room like thunder, showing his extreme dissatisfaction and rage.

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

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

Another vampire said through gritted teeth, his tone full of ferocity and determination.

'Blood Nest' is the headquarters of New York vampires and is actually a high-rise building located in Manhattan.

This high-rise building looks no different from an ordinary commercial building from the outside, but it hides countless secrets and dangers inside.

All those who stay here are the elites among vampires. They possess powerful strength and superb wisdom and are the backbone of the vampire race.

"Has Blade gone mad? He's making war on us by doing this."

A vampire in black robes said, his voice deep and authoritative.

His eyes revealed a hint of doubt and vigilance as he pondered Blade's true purpose. He gently stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"Who gave him the courage? Is SHIELD going to take action against us?" another vampire said worriedly, his voice full of uneasiness.

A group of vampires dressed neatly sat around a round table 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 the ringing of a silver bell.

"Ding~" There was another sound, and this time the sound seemed louder, lingering in the air for a long time.

Dickon Frost tapped his spoon against his goblet with a delicate touch, a slow movement that carried an unmistakable authority.

His eyes were deep and cold as he scanned the vampires sitting around the round table.

Dickon Frost is the spokesperson for the elders and holds a high position in the tribe.

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

He was dressed in a gorgeous black robe, the fine fabric gleaming 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 sense of determination and coldness.

"Mobilize our connections to pressure S.H.I.E.L.D., the FBI, and the NYPD to make Blade a wanted criminal and organize an elite team to hunt him down."

Dickon Frost's voice was deep and powerful, full of authority.

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

After Blade destroyed another vampire stronghold, the phone on his body suddenly rang.

He frowned at the encrypted phone number 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 filled with anger and accusation.

"I said we can't act recklessly when dealing with vampires. They are in high positions..." Nick Fury continued, his tone full of helplessness and worry.

He knew full well that the vampires had powerful connections and influence in high places, and if Blade continued to act so recklessly, it could cause a huge disturbance.

"Nick," Blade interrupted, his voice cold and firm. "You're too weak."

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

Nick Fury listened to the busy tone on his phone, anger welling up in his heart. "How dare you hang up on me?"

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

The cold reminder sound made him feel even more depressed.

"Bastard!" Nick Fury cursed angrily.

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

However, his order was too late.

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

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

Blade, who had been an enemy of vampires for so long, recognized them at a glance. They were a vampire hunting team.

This team is very famous among the vampire community and is responsible for eliminating enemies that pose a major threat to vampires.

Blade had fought against them before, and it was a thrilling and fierce battle. In that battle, Blade was basically at a disadvantage and was suppressed in every aspect.

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

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

If it weren't for his good luck, which allowed him to find a flaw at the critical moment and escape, Blade might have been stuck there forever and killed.

At this moment, Blade's hand slowly touched the hilt of the knife. The upgraded weapon brought 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.

Without any hesitation, he drew out his long sword and rushed towards the hunting team like a flash of lightning.

The battle broke out instantly, Blade's figure shuttled among the vampire hunting team, the sword light flashed, and every swing of the sword brought powerful force.

Not to be outdone, the members of the hunting team launched attacks towards Blade.

After more than ten minutes, the battle finally ended. Blade was panting heavily, his body covered in wounds.

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

However, his eyes were filled with the joy of victory.

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

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

The blood was thick and strange, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.

It turns out that the hunting team's weapons are coated with a toxin specifically targeting vampires.

This toxin is extremely powerful. Once it enters the body of a vampire, it will spread rapidly and erode their body.

Blade had been stabbed so many times that the poison had already flowed through his blood toward his heart like a surging tide.

He could clearly feel the poison spreading in his body, as if countless poisonous snakes were gnawing at his internal organs.

His face grew paler and his body grew weaker.

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

(End of this chapter)