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

Chapter 190 Taking Action

Just when he thought he was going to die, the air around him seemed to freeze, and despair enveloped him like a thick, dark cloud.

He lay on the cold ground, the pain in his body feeling like countless ants gnawing at his nerves.

His consciousness began to fade, and the scene before him became blurry.

On the brink of life and death, his heart was filled with resentment and regret. He still had an unfinished mission, and those despicable vampires had not yet been eliminated.

Just then, a familiar figure suddenly appeared like a ray of light in the darkness.

Wes appeared and tossed a vial of antidote to Blade.

Blade gripped the antidote bottle tightly.

"This antidote should relieve your symptoms."

Wes's voice was steady and powerful, giving people a sense of reassurance.

Without the slightest hesitation, Blade opened the bottle and poured all the antidote into his mouth.

The unique fragrance of the plant spreads in the mouth, a refreshing and pleasant taste, as if carrying the breath of nature.

As the antidote took effect in his body, he could feel a cool force flowing through him, gradually neutralizing the toxins.

The toxins in the body were slowly expelled from the wound, and the black blood gradually became clear.

The wound began to heal on its own, granulation tissue grew at a visible rate, and the pain gradually subsided.

He lay on the ground, quietly feeling the changes in his body.

After lying on the ground for a while, Blade felt his strength gradually returning.

He slowly stood up. Although he was still a little weak, he was no longer as powerless as before.

"Thank you," Blade said sincerely to Wes.

He knew that if Wes hadn't arrived in time, he might have died there.

After thanking him, Blade planned to head to his next destination.

He had only one goal in mind: to eliminate all vampires. He could not afford to slack off in the slightest in order to achieve this goal.

"Aren't you going to take a break?" Wes asked, looking at Blade's anxious expression.

"No need, I've rested long enough." Blade's tone was firm and resolute.

After saying this, Blade's figure disappeared into the darkness.

The hunting team was wiped out, and several more strongholds were destroyed overnight.

Blade is like a raging storm in the vampire world, unleashing a chilling carnage.

His cold figure, like the Grim Reaper, moved through the dark corners, plunging the vampires into endless fear.

Each time he appeared, it was accompanied by the gleaming light of a sharp blade and piercing screams. Those once invincible vampires fell one after another under his attack.

The vampires outside, seeing that something was wrong, were filled with fear and unease.

They watched helplessly as their companions were slaughtered one by one by the Blademaster, experiencing an unprecedented sense of crisis.

So they all ran back to the "blood nest" for refuge.

That towering building, which once symbolized the power and majesty of vampires, has now become their last refuge.

Almost all the vampires in New York City have gathered at "Blood Nest".

The tall building instantly became crowded and filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

The vampires' faces were filled with fear and anxiety; they didn't know how to deal with this powerful enemy.

The vampire leaders were also in a state of great distress, caught in a dilemma.

On the one hand, they wanted to drive out the lower-level vampires and blood slaves to reduce the burden and risks on the "blood nest".

On the other hand, they were also afraid of causing a commotion.

Although these lower-level vampires and blood slaves are weaker, they are numerous. If they rise up in rebellion, they will bring greater chaos and crisis to the vampire race.

"Contact S.H.I.E.L.D. and have them take control of the Daywalker."

The vampire leaders frantically issued orders.

They hope to use the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. to fight Blade.

The vampire elites were in complete disarray, with various opinions and arguments arising one after another.

"Should we wake up the elders?" a vampire asked cautiously.

The elders are the most powerful beings in the vampire race, possessing mysterious powers and wisdom.

However, awakening the elders also means taking on enormous risks, because once awakened, the elders may carry out severe reforms and overhauls of the vampire clan's current situation.

"It's not time yet," another vampire said decisively.

He believes that now is not the best time to awaken the elders.

The vampires were completely unaware that the greatest danger was already approaching.

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

While they were struggling and in disarray to deal with the Blade, the real threat was already approaching.

They were still arguing about their current predicament and racking their brains for how to defend themselves against the Blade Warriors, completely unaware of the impending catastrophe.

Outside the "Blood Nest," Wes quietly watched the tall building, sensing the thousands of vampires inside.

His face showed the smile that only farmers have when they see a bountiful harvest, a smile full of anticipation and satisfaction.

It was as if the "blood nest" before him was not a vampire's lair, but a treasure trove waiting for him to harvest.

"Most of New York's vampires are inside. Are you sure you don't need my help?"

Blade's voice was steady and powerful, tinged with concern.

"No need, you can stay here and keep watch." Wes's answer was short and firm.

Wes used the Levitation Charm to fly towards the "Blood Nest".

His body floated lightly in the air, drifting in the wind like a feather.

As he approached, the towering structure of "Blood Nest" became increasingly clear before his eyes.

Weiss blasted open the wall.

Fragments of the wall flew everywhere, raising a cloud of dust.

Wes, however, was completely unaffected and swaggered in.

"Who goes there??" A sharp questioning voice rang out in the hall of "Blood Nest".

A group of vampires were instantly drawn to the sudden commotion, and they swarmed around it like a tide.

When they saw that it was just Wes, their tense expressions relaxed slightly.

After all, in their view, one person does not seem to pose much of a threat.

However, their eyes soon revealed a greedy look, and they began to covet Wes's blood.

Wes's vibrant life force seemed to have a fatal attraction for them, instantly igniting the desires in their hearts.

Several vampires pounced on Wes with swift and frenzied movements, like hungry beasts eyeing their prey.

They charged forward, baring their teeth and claws, roaring and their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"Kneel down." Wes uttered two words, his voice not loud, yet seemingly possessing immense power.

Those two words struck the hearts of every vampire like a heavy hammer, causing their bodies to tremble involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)