I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 137 London Stronghold, Undercurrents Surge

Through a secret passage in the London Sanctuary, Clarice and Anna led three Saint Seiya trainees silently onto London soil.

The city, shrouded in thick fog, appeared particularly gloomy. A damp chill permeated the Thames River, and the outline of Big Ben was faintly visible in the fog in the distance. The entire city seemed to be shrouded in an ominous haze.

"First, head to the Sanctuary's base in London and meet up with Blade."

"I need to get more detailed information about the second-generation elder of the vampire clan from him."

Clarice looked around, her keen senses allowing her to detect unusual energy fluctuations in the air.

Following behind them were three Saint Seiya trainees who had undergone rigorous selection.

Colossus Piotr, Iceman Poppy, and Storm Ororo.

These three former X-Men members are not only highly skilled, but more importantly, they have achieved a remarkably high level of precision in energy control, demonstrating astonishing potential during their training at the Sanctuary.

The Sanctuary's base in London was located beneath a seemingly ordinary Victorian building, its perfect camouflage allowing it to blend seamlessly into the surrounding environment.

Since daily communication relies mainly on spatial teleportation, the security of this base has always been maintained at the highest level, making it difficult even for dark creatures to detect its existence.

With a flash of light, Clarice opened a portal, and the five of them instantly appeared inside the base.

This underground fortress employs state-of-the-art protective technology, with faintly visible flowing runes shimmering on its alloy walls.

"You've finally arrived."

Blade slowly emerged from the shadows.

After a period of rest, his injuries have basically healed, but there is still a lingering weariness between his brows, indicating that he has been under a lot of pressure recently.

"It seems you're recovering well."

"But now is not the time for reminiscing; we need to find out the latest developments of the vampires as soon as possible."

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Clarisse nodded slightly, her gaze quickly sweeping over the state of the blade.

The group arrived at the command center of the outpost, a circular space that could accommodate about twenty people. A holographic projector in the center was slowly operating, displaying real-time monitoring footage of various areas of London.

The person in charge of the outpost placed a stack of encrypted documents on the conference table, his expression grave.

"This is all the intelligence we have gathered recently. Please take a look, Lady Clarice."

"As for the specific situation within the vampire clan, Blade will explain in detail. He has been tracking their movements recently."

As the person in charge spoke, he turned his gaze to Blade.

Blade took a deep breath, his black trench coat swaying gently with his movements, revealing the silver weapon hanging at his waist.

"The strength of the second-generation vampires far exceeds expectations."

His voice echoed in the enclosed space.

"They were the first vampires that Dracula transformed into at the peak of his power, and each of them has thousands of years of combat experience."

"Even upon awakening, they were already incredibly powerful..."

He paused, looked around at everyone present, and his voice became even lower: "Now, after this period of rest and replenishment of blood and food, I estimate that the strength of each elder is no less than mine."

He had fought against those second-generation elders, and his words were very insightful.

A brief silence fell over the conference room, broken only by the soft hum of the holographic projector.

Clarice tapped the table lightly, quickly analyzing the seriousness of the information in her mind.

She and Blade were old friends; she had participated in the vampire sacrifice ritual, so she was quite familiar with Blade's strength.

"There's even more worrying news."

"The vampires' recent modus operandi has changed; they are frantically pursuing all clues related to the Dark Book."

"When I was in charge of the vampires, I read the relevant documents. Dracula was always obsessed with the Dark Book."

"I suspect that Dracula has awakened."

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Blade added, his eyes becoming unusually sharp.

"Dracula..."

Anna repeated the name softly.

She had also seen records of Dracula in the relevant documents of the Sanctuary.

She knew very well what the name meant: immortality, a thousand years of accumulated combat experience, and unfathomable dark power.

Hundreds of years ago, this progenitor of the vampires was even able to stop a child from crying.

Clarice stood up, the Saint Cloth badge on her chest gleaming faintly under the light, reflecting on her serious face.

"It seems that the danger of this mission has exceeded expectations."

Her voice echoed clearly in the conference room.

"Everyone, please remember that we have only two objectives for this mission: first, to confirm the exact location of the fragments of the Dark Book; second, to investigate the movements of Dracula, Apocalypse, and Agatha. Do not cause any further complications."

"If the situation becomes dire, I will seek help from the Sanctuary."

She subconsciously touched the Saint Cloth Card, feeling the power flowing within it.

Even with her Saint Cloth on, she dared not be careless in the slightest when facing an enemy of Dracula's caliber.

While the Saint Cloths offer formidable defense, they are ultimately limited in the face of an absolute power disparity.

"I wonder if the second-generation Saint Cloth can withstand Dracula's attack..."

She sighed inwardly.

With the power of space and the legacy of Gemini, her strength has even surpassed Logan's, but when she thinks of those powerful figures who can face Ye Feng head-on, she still feels immense pressure.

Meanwhile, in the forests outside London, Agatha and Apocalypse are studying intelligence they have just obtained from the black market.

What do you think?

Apocalypse shifted his gaze from the parchment to the witch.

His voice sounded particularly deep in the quiet wooden house.

Agatha's expression shifted between light and shadow.

The appearance of the fragments of the Dark Book was undoubtedly a huge temptation, but after her previous crushing defeat, she had become extremely cautious.

"This could very well be a trap."

"The Holy Land couldn't possibly be unaware of the discovery of the fragments of the Dark Book."

She said it with absolute certainty in her voice.

The two of them simultaneously thought of the Pope in the Sanctuary.

If the Pope catches us red-handed again, a major battle will likely be inevitable.

Having witnessed the power of the Dark Book, the other party will undoubtedly be well-prepared to counter it.

"Should we give up?"

Tianqi frowned and asked, his fingertips unconsciously gathering a wisp of energy fluctuation, which seemed to cause the surrounding air to tremble.

"No, we can't give up."

Agatha suddenly raised her head, a resolute glint in her eyes.

"But this time we must be fully prepared. Last time we lost because we fought alone, but if we join forces this time, we may not be without a fighting chance."

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She walked to the window and gazed at the distant silhouette of London. The city lights shone brightly under the night sky, yet a deadly threat lurked within.

"The number of dark creatures flooding into London this time is staggering, and there may be other powerful beings hidden among them. Perhaps we can find new allies there."

Apocalypse nodded slowly, feeling the surging power within his body.

After this period of recuperation, he not only fully recovered, but his strength also seems to have improved.

What surprised him even more was that the previously independent mutant abilities began to show signs of merging, which gave him more confidence in the upcoming conflict.

"We'll do as you say."

Apocalypse said in a deep voice, a flash of crimson in his eyes.

While various forces were secretly making their moves, in the conference room at 10 Downing Street in London, senior British government officials were debating the official letter from the Sanctuary that they had just received.

The atmosphere inside the lavish conference room was somber, with officials of grim countenances seated on either side of the long mahogany table.

"What does this 'Sanctuary' mean? An evacuation notice? Are you kidding me!"

"London has nearly ten million residents, how can they be evacuated just like that!"

A cabinet minister slammed his fist on the table in anger, making the teacups on the table clink.

The Prime Minister flipped through the documents with a solemn expression, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

He had read the briefings on the Sanctuary's previous extraordinary operations, and he knew better than anyone that the Sanctuary would not joke about such matters.

The seriousness of the wording in this official letter was something he had never seen before.

"Everyone, please calm down."

The Queen, seated in the main seat, spoke slowly. Although she was advanced in years, her gaze remained sharp.

She glanced around at each official present, her voice steady and powerful: "Recalling the previous extraordinary events, even when the Demon God descended, the Holy Domain never issued an evacuation warning."

"The fact that they are taking this so seriously only shows that the events about to happen in London are far more dangerous than we imagined."

"Should we call the Sanctuary to confirm the specifics?"

The Prime Minister asked, his forehead already beaded with sweat.

He knew perfectly well what kind of social unrest this decision might trigger.

Contact us immediately.

"We need to know the exact threat level."

The Queen decisively gave the order.

The call was quickly connected, and the Prime Minister briefly explained the questions they had raised.

The old pope's aged and solemn voice came through the loudspeaker: "Your Majesty, I understand your concerns."

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"But I must say that the situation described in the letter could only be more serious."

"This is the most dangerous supernatural event in hundreds of years, involving far more dark forces and powerful individuals than all previous events combined."

He paused, his tone growing more somber: "His Holiness the Pope has ordered the entire Sanctuary to enter a state of combat readiness, which speaks volumes about the seriousness of the situation. As allies, we hope your country will take this warning seriously."

The meeting room fell silent; all the officials were quiet.

Faced with such a blunt warning, even the most stubborn politicians have to reconsider their stance.

Some people began to secretly wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads, while others looked on with despair.

"Let's issue a warning."

"Let the people choose for themselves whether to evacuate. The government can only provide limited assistance, but we should at least give them the opportunity to choose."

The Queen ultimately made her decision.

The Prime Minister leaned back in his chair, feeling utterly powerless. At that moment, he deeply felt the limitations of traditional power in the face of extraordinary forces.

London—once one of the world’s financial centers—appears so vulnerable in the face of the impending storm.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

He said softly that he knew the social upheaval this decision would cause, but they had no other choice.

In this extraordinary era, power is the only truth.

And this truth is being revealed to the world in the most brutal way.