The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 189 Hunt

"Shit, has the Daywalker gone mad?"

A high-ranking vampire roared angrily, his shrill voice seemingly able to penetrate the walls, filling the entire space with his fury.

His pale face was contorted with rage, and his eyes burned like fire.

He slammed his fist on the table, the loud noise echoing in the silent room like muffled thunder, revealing his extreme dissatisfaction and agitation.

"Those who escaped said he got a more powerful weapon," another vampire added, his voice filled with surprise and worry.

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

Another vampire said through gritted teeth, his tone filled with ferocity and determination.

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

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

Those who remain here are all elite vampires, possessing immense strength and superior intelligence, and are the backbone of the vampire race.

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

"It is a vampire dressed in a long black robe," a deep and authoritative voice said.

A hint of doubt and wariness flickered in his eyes as he pondered Blade's true purpose. He gently stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"Who gave them the guts? Is S.H.I.E.L.D. going to attack us?" another vampire said worriedly, his voice filled with unease.

A group of well-dressed vampires sat around a round table discussing countermeasures. Their expressions were serious and solemn, and the atmosphere was tense and oppressive.

A crisp "ding~" echoed in the silent space, the sound like the gentle swaying of a silver bell.

"Ding~" Another sound rang out, this time seemingly louder, lingering in the air for a long time.

Dickon Frost tapped his wine glass with a spoon, a gesture that was neither hurried nor slow, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

His gaze was deep and cold as he swept over the group of vampires sitting around the round table.

Dickon Frost is the elders' representative and holds a very high position in the clan.

Every word and action he took represented the will of the elders, making the other vampires dare not disobey in the slightest.

He wore a magnificent black robe, the fine fabric shimmering with a mysterious luster under the light.

His face was handsome yet cold, his pale skin as smooth as marble, and his thin lips slightly pursed beneath his high nose, revealing a decisiveness and ruthlessness.

"Use 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, his phone suddenly rang.

He frowned as he looked at the encrypted phone number and reluctantly answered the call.

Nick Fury's angry voice came from the other end of the phone. "What are you doing? You've broken our agreement."

Nick Fury's voice was filled with anger and accusation.

"I told you we can't mess around with vampires, they're in the higher-ups..." Nick Fury continued, his tone filled with helplessness and worry.

He knew that vampires had powerful connections and influence at the highest levels, and if Blade continued to act so recklessly, it could cause a huge uproar.

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

After saying that, Blade crushed the phone in his hand without hesitation.

Nick Fury felt a surge of anger as he listened to the busy tone on his phone.

"How dare you hang up on me!"

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

The cold, inaudible notification sound made his mood even heavier.

"Damn it!" Nick Fury cursed angrily.

He immediately ordered his men: "Find Blade and subdue him, and also make those vampires behave."

However, his order came too late.

When Blade arrived at his next destination, he was met by an elite team of vampires.

The vampires were dressed in black combat suits, wielding various weapons, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Blade, who had been at odds with vampires for so long, recognized them at a glance; they were a vampire hunting squad.

This squad is renowned among vampires, specializing in eliminating enemies who pose a significant threat to them.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Blade had fought them before; it was a thrilling and fierce battle. In that fight, Blade was mostly at a disadvantage and was suppressed at every turn.

The members of the vampire hunting team worked together seamlessly, their attacks fierce and relentless, leaving Blade overwhelmed.

Every encounter put Blade under immense pressure, as if he could be defeated at any moment.

If it weren't for good luck in finding a flaw at the crucial moment and escaping, Blade might have been left there forever, killed.

At this moment, Blade's hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword, and the upgraded weapon gave him unprecedented confidence.

Blade gripped the hilt tightly, feeling the power emanating from the weapon, and his fighting spirit was instantly ignited.

Without the slightest hesitation, he drew his longsword and charged towards the hunting team like a bolt of lightning.

The battle erupted instantly, with Blade's figure weaving through the vampire hunting squad, his blade flashing, each swing carrying immense power.

The members of the hunting team were not to be outdone, and they launched attacks on Blade.

Ten minutes later, the battle finally ended. Blade was panting heavily, his body covered in wounds.

His clothes were torn, revealing shocking wounds from which blood seeped continuously.

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

Around him, the entire hunting squad had turned to ash.

The powerful self-healing ability was of no use at this moment, and black blood continued to seep from the deep wounds.

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

It turns out that the hunting team's weapons were coated with a toxin specifically designed to target vampires.

This toxin is extremely potent; once it enters a vampire's body, it spreads rapidly and erodes their health.

With so many stab wounds, the poison had already flowed through his blood like a surging tide towards his heart.

He could clearly feel the toxins spreading through his body, like countless venomous snakes gnawing at his internal organs.

His face grew paler and paler, and his body gradually became weak and powerless.

Each breath became incredibly difficult, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his chest.

(End of this chapter)