The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 193 Thirteen Clans
Weiss frowned slightly, secretly surprised at the vampire elder's powerful defense.

Inject more magic power into the sword.

"Wait a minute, we can talk!" the vampire elder shouted in horror.

His eyes were filled with fear and anxiety, and he knew very well that he was in a desperate situation.

However, Weiss remained unmoved. He twisted his waist and channeled all his strength into his wrists, and that power erupted instantly like a surging tide.

With a "puff" sound, a head flew into the air.

The vampire elder's head rolled in the air, an expression of fear and despair still remaining on his face.

The headless body slowly fell down, spurting out a stream of black blood and emitting a pungent fishy smell.

Wes reached out and grabbed the vampire elder's head. The head trembled slightly in his hand. Surprisingly, the owner of the head was not dead yet.

The vampire elder's eyes were wide open, and his blood-red eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness, like two burning flames.

His mouth opened and closed, cursing Weiss non-stop: "The great Dracula will not let you go. Mother Goddess Lilith will bring down divine punishment and make you die in endless pain."

His voice was hoarse and shrill, like the cry of a night owl, as if it was a curse from hell, and every word was filled with deep resentment.

However, Weiss didn't care about these curses.

He looked at the head in his hand expressionlessly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

His hands were steady and powerful, as if he was holding an ordinary object instead of the head of a terrifying vampire elder. He narrowed his eyes slightly and extracted his memories directly from his soul.

The memories of the vampire elder came flooding back, and pictures emerged in Weiss's mind.

Those pictures are either clear or blurry, some are full of blood and horror, while others are full of mystery and solemnity.

Weiss seemed to be in a huge painting, witnessing the life of the vampire elder with his own eyes.

He saw Europe hundreds of years ago, an era that was prosperous and full of mystery.

He saw a nobleman, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with elegant manners and noble temperament.

This nobleman is the vampire elder, whose original name is Neil Hall. He was originally a nobleman in a European country and lived a luxurious and comfortable life.

However, his fate was completely changed one day when he was chosen by Dracula and transformed into a vampire.

From that moment on, his life embarked on a path full of darkness and blood.

Like him, there were 12 other members who were also chosen by Dracula and became vampires.

Together they slowly established the 13 clans of vampires.

In the Middle Ages, they were very active. With their powerful strength and the temptation of immortality, they rose from the darkness and established a vampire kingdom.

This kingdom is full of mystery and terror. They believe in Lilith, the Moon Goddess, and regard her as the supreme being.

In order to please Lilith, they held a blood sacrifice of unprecedented scale, intending to summon Lilith to the world.

However, their plans were thwarted by the Ancient One.

Master Ancient One sealed Dracula, and the elders fled to all parts of the world, always looking for a way to lift the seal.

Over the long years, they have been constantly looking for opportunities to try to reawaken Dracula and restore the glory of the vampire kingdom.

"So there are 12 more vampire nests of this size!"

Wes didn't feel afraid at all. On the contrary, in his mind, wasn't this a ready-made energy source?
He began to search Neil Hall's memory carefully, hoping to find the whereabouts of the other 12 vampire elders.

Just like digging a mine with countless hidden treasures, Wes was very cautious.

His consciousness penetrated deep into the soul of Neil Hall.

However, Weiss was disappointed. After experiencing a painful defeat, the vampires became cautious.

In order to avoid being caught in one fell swoop, they did not know where the others were hiding.

Important matters are also discussed through the space of consciousness and never meet in reality.

This cautious strategy made Wes's search more difficult.

In anger, Weiss directly refined Neil Hall into the Philosopher's Stone.

[Ancient One must know where the other 12 vampires are hiding.]

Weiss pondered in his mind.

With the Ancient One's powerful strength and control of the Time Stone, she must know the whereabouts of these vampires.

While Wes was thinking, Kingpin walked in, followed closely by his younger brothers, all with alert eyes, ready to deal with possible dangers at any time.

"Wilson, I'll leave this place to you." Wes said and teleported away.

Kingpin shrugged and began to take stock of the legacy left by the vampire.

His eyes were full of greed and excitement. These inheritances were undoubtedly a huge fortune for him.

Of course he couldn't keep it all for himself, he had to share some with others, such as S.H.I.E.L.D.

Kingpin knows that cooperation is crucial in this complex world.

A gangster like him needs to maintain good relations with other forces.

Blade, standing on the rooftop, quietly gazed at the 'Blood Nest' opposite.

When he saw a group of gangsters entering the "Blood Nest", he suddenly felt alert.

He leaned forward slightly, ready to rush down to stop the gangsters' actions at any time.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt movement beside him.

The movement was so subtle that it would have been almost imperceptible if it weren't for his keen senses.

His heart tightened, thinking that an enemy was attacking, and he drew out the knife in his hand instantly.

But then, he caught the scent of Wes.

The familiar breath instantly relaxed his tense nerves.

"Solved?" Blade's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of anticipation.

"Of course." Weiss's answer was simple.

Blade didn't know what to say when he saw Wes fulfill the wish that he hadn't fulfilled for decades so easily.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including relief, a sense of unreality, and confusion.

He stood there, looking at Weiss quietly, his mind full of thoughts.

Over the years, he has been committed to eradicating vampires, and he has made countless efforts and sacrifices for this goal.

He had been on the brink of life and death countless times, and had fought one thrilling battle after another with vampires.

However, vampires are always powerful in New York, and his efforts always seem so insignificant.

And now, Wes has easily fulfilled his decades-long wish in such a short period of time.

This made him feel an unprecedented sense of relief, as if a huge rock pressing on his heart had finally been removed.

(End of this chapter)