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

Chapter 191 Vampire Elder

Instantly, all the vampires knelt on the ground, their faces showing expressions of horror and disbelief.

They couldn't understand why this seemingly ordinary person possessed such immense power, capable of rendering them powerless to resist in an instant.

Wes stared blankly at the vampires kneeling on the ground, then raised his wand.

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

The characters emitted a mysterious light, like golden flames burning in the air.

"No entry or exit allowed." The words appeared clearly in the air, each stroke imbued with powerful magical energy.

The large characters emitted a golden light that spread outwards, eventually enveloping the entire "Blood Nest" and becoming an insurmountable barrier that firmly trapped the vampires within.

Word magic and spells are still very useful for dealing with weaker enemies.

More and more vampires heard the commotion and rushed over from all corners.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty passageway, carrying a sense of urgency and unease.

When they saw the group of their kind kneeling on the ground, they were immediately alarmed, realizing that Wes was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

The vampires, who had been so aggressive, stopped in their tracks, their eyes filled with wariness and fear.

"Quickly, wake up the elders!" a vampire cried out in alarm.

His voice trembled, filled with fear of the unknown.

"The intruders are powerful," another vampire chimed in, his face pale and his eyes filled with panic.

They knew that facing such a powerful enemy, the only chance of survival might be to awaken the elders.

Meanwhile, some vampires are trying to escape the "blood nest".

Like frightened birds, they only wanted to escape this dangerous place as soon as possible.

They frantically flung open the door and rushed outside, disregarding everything else.

However, as soon as they rushed out, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall and were bounced back hard.

"What's going on?" they cried out in terror, their faces filled with despair.

The vampires tried everything—ramming, casting spells, searching for other exits—but nothing worked.

They seemed trapped in a giant cage, unable to escape.

Wes, however, seemed remarkably relaxed. He found a comfortable sofa, sat down, and watched the vampires struggle with great interest.

There was a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he were watching a wonderful performance.

Just then, Dickin Frost rushed over.

His steps were hurried, and his former elegance had vanished.

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've offended you." Dicken Frost's voice trembled slightly as he tried to remain calm, but his inner fear was impossible to conceal.

"No, it's just that I'm missing some raw materials to make a prop," Wes said casually.

Dicken Frost breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this.

He quickly replied, "I see. Please feel free to tell us what you need, and we will definitely be able to meet your requirements."

The hope is that this crisis can be resolved by meeting Weiss's demands.

"That's great!" Wes laughed. "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

After he finished speaking, the entire building suddenly emitted a red light.

The light enveloped the entire space.

One by one, the vampires were disintegrated, their bodies seemingly pulled apart by an invisible force, gradually dissipating.

"You vampires are the best material."

Wes's voice echoed in the air, carrying a hint of coldness.

He activated the alchemical array, which enveloped the entire building.

The vampires watched helplessly as their bodies were disintegrated.

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

They once thought they were the masters of darkness, an invincible force, but now they seemed so small and helpless in the face of Wes's power.

"The elders will not let you get away with this!!"

Dicken Frost shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with anger and despair.

As the last word fell, his body was instantly decomposed into countless tiny particles that dissipated into the air.

"A vampire elder??" Wes scoffed, a disdainful smile spreading across his face. "What is it?"

Wes's tone was full of contempt, as if the vampire elder was nothing more than an insignificant being in his eyes.

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

Just ten seconds later, a Philosopher's Stone the size of a basketball appeared in Wes's hand.

"Not bad." Wes looked at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand with satisfaction, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Then, Weiss 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 quietly in place, closed his eyes, and tried to perceive everything around him with his heart.

Soon, he sensed a weak aura. This aura was extremely faint, almost imperceptible, as if it might disappear at any moment.

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

If an ordinary vampire contains 1 unit of energy, then that aura contains 500 units of energy.

"Is that the elder? Interesting." A playful smile appeared on Wes's lips.

He had initially thought Dicken Frost was just fooling him, but it turned out there really were powerful figures among the vampires.

Not long after, a pale-faced, handsome man in a tuxedo appeared in Wes's sight.

The man possessed a noble and elegant demeanor, and his eyes were deep and indifferent.

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

His hair was jet black and glossy, neatly combed back; this was the elder of the New York vampires.

"You are the intruder." The elder's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an undeniable authority.

His eyes were fixed on Wes, as if trying to see right through him.

He seemed neither surprised nor saddened by the extermination of his descendants.

His face was expressionless.

"Are you a sorcerer of Kamar-Taj?" The elder narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of wariness in them.

"I have no connection with the Ancient One," Wes replied casually.

"So he was a wild sorcerer."

The elder's tone was full of contempt.

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

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

(End of this chapter)