The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 191 Vampire Elder

In an instant, all the vampires fell to their knees, expressions of horror and disbelief on their faces.

They couldn't understand why this seemingly ordinary person possessed such powerful strength that could make them lose the ability to resist in an instant.

Weiss looked at the vampires kneeling on the ground with an expressionless face, then raised the wand in his hand.

He used his wand to write a message in the air.

The words emitted a mysterious glow, like golden flames burning in the air.

"No entry or exit allowed." Several large characters appeared clearly in the air, and each stroke contained powerful magical power.

Several large characters emitted golden light that spread outwards and finally enveloped the entire "Blood Nest", turning into an insurmountable barrier that trapped the vampires firmly inside.

[Word magic and verbal spells are still very convenient for dealing with small fry. ]

More and more vampires heard the noise here and hurried over from all corners.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty passage, filled with urgency and anxiety.

When they saw their fellow men kneeling on the ground, they were suddenly startled and realized that Wes in front of them was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Those vampires who were originally aggressive stopped at this moment, with vigilance and fear in their eyes.

"Go and wake up the elders?" a vampire shouted in panic.

His voice trembled, filled with fear of the unknown.

"The invader is very powerful." Another vampire echoed, his face pale and his eyes full of panic.

They knew very well that facing such a powerful enemy, only by awakening the elders could they have a glimmer of hope.

At the same time, some vampires want to escape from the "blood nest".

They were like frightened birds and just wanted to escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible.

They opened the door frantically and rushed out desperately.

However, as soon as they rushed out, they seemed to hit an invisible wall and were bounced back violently.

"What's going on?" they shouted in horror, despair written all over their faces.

The vampires tried every possible method, crashing, casting spells, and looking for other exits, but they couldn't get out.

They seemed to be trapped in a huge cage and unable to escape.

Wes, however, seemed particularly relaxed. He found a comfortable sofa to sit on and watched the vampires struggle with interest.

There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance.

At this moment Dickon Frost came hurrying over.

His steps were hurried, his former elegance long gone.

His hair was a little messy and his face was full of anxiety.

When he saw Wes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He recognized Wes, the mysterious and powerful wizard.

"Mr. Wizard, we don't think we have offended you." There was a tremor in Dicken Frost's voice. He tried to remain calm, but he could not hide the fear in his heart.

"No, I'm just short of some raw materials to make a prop." Wes said lightly.

After hearing this, Dickon Frost felt a little relieved.

He quickly said, "So that's how it is. Just tell us what you need and we'll definitely be able to meet your needs."

Hopefully, this crisis can be resolved by meeting Wes's demands.

"That's great." Weiss smiled and said, "Then I'll be welcome."

After he finished speaking, the entire building suddenly glowed red.

The light enveloped the entire space.

One by one, the vampires were disintegrated, their bodies seemingly pulled by an invisible force, gradually dissipating. "You vampires are the best material."

Weiss's voice echoed in the air, with a hint of coldness.

He activated the alchemy array, and the entire building was enveloped in it.

The vampires watched their bodies being disintegrated, unable to resist.

Their faces were filled with despair and fear. This was the first time they experienced what it felt like to be prey.

They once thought that they were the masters of darkness and invincible, but at this moment, they seemed so small and helpless in front of Weiss's power.

"The elders will not let you go!!"

Dickon Frost shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with rage and despair.

As the last word fell, his body was instantly decomposed, turning into countless tiny particles and dissipating into the air.

"Vampire Elder?" Weiss scoffed, a disdainful smile on his face. "What the hell is that?"

Weiss's tone was full of contempt, as if the vampire elder was just an insignificant existence in his eyes.

Just ten seconds later, a basketball-sized Philosopher's Stone appeared in Wes's hand.

"A good harvest." Weiss looked at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand with satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Then, Wes made a phone call.

"You can come over now." His voice was concise and powerful.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Then he stood there quietly, closed his eyes, and used his heart to feel everything around him.

Soon, he sensed a weak presence. This presence was extremely faint, almost imperceptible, and seemed to disappear at any moment.

However, just a moment later, this aura began to grow rapidly stronger.

If the energy contained in an ordinary vampire is 1, then the energy contained in that breath is 500.

"Is that the elder? Interesting." Weiss had a playful smile on his face.

He originally thought that Dickon Frost was fooling him, but he didn't expect that there were really strong ones among vampires.

Not long after, a pale, handsome man in a tuxedo appeared in Weiss's sight.

The man has a noble and elegant temperament, and his eyes are deep and cold.

His skin was as smooth as white jade, without a single flaw.

His hair is shiny black and neatly combed back. This is the elder of the New York vampires.

"You are the invader." The elder's voice was low and magnetic, with an unquestionable majesty.

His eyes were fixed on Weiss, as if he could see through him.

He did not seem surprised or sad that his descendants were wiped out.

There was no expression on his face.

"Are you the wizard of Kamar-Taj?" The elder narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of vigilance.

"I have nothing to do with the Ancient One," Weiss replied calmly.

"Turns out it's a wild wizard."

The elder's tone was full of contempt.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing a condescending attitude.

In his eyes, Weiss, a wizard with no background, was not worth mentioning at all.

(End of this chapter)