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

Chapter 193 The Thirteen Clans

Wes frowned slightly, secretly surprised by the vampire elder's powerful defense.

Infuse more magic into the longsword.

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

His eyes were filled with fear and unease; he knew he was in dire straits.

However, Wes remained unmoved. He twisted his waist, channeling all his strength into his wrist, and the power erupted instantly like a surging tide.

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

The vampire elder's head tumbled in mid-air, his face still bearing the marks of terror and despair.

The headless body slowly fell, spitting out a stream of black blood that emitted a pungent, fishy smell.

Wes reached out and grabbed the vampire elder's head. The head trembled slightly in his hand, and surprisingly, the owner of the head was still alive.

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

His mouth opened and closed repeatedly as he cursed Wes: "The great Dracula will not let you go, and Mother Goddess Lilith will unleash divine punishment, making you die in endless agony."

His voice was hoarse and shrill, like the cry of an owl, or a curse from hell, each word carrying deep resentment.

However, Wes paid no attention to these curses.

He stared blankly at the head in his hand, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

His hands were steady and strong, as if he were grasping not the head of a terrifying vampire elder, but an ordinary object. He narrowed his eyes slightly and extracted his memories directly from his soul.

The vampire elder's memories flooded back like a tide, and images appeared one after another in Wes's mind.

The images were either clear or blurry; some were filled with bloodshed and horror, while others were filled with mystery and solemnity.

Wes felt as if he were inside a giant painting, witnessing the life of the vampire elder.

He saw Europe hundreds of years ago, a prosperous yet mysterious era.

He saw a nobleman, dressed in magnificent clothes, with elegant manners and a noble air.

This nobleman is the Vampire Elder, whose original name is Neil Hall. He was originally a nobleman in a European country, living a luxurious and comfortable life.

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

From that moment on, his life embarked on a path filled with darkness and bloodshed.

There were 12 other members like him who were also chosen by Dracula to become vampires.

Together they slowly built the 13 vampire clans.

During the Middle Ages, they were very active, rising from the shadows and establishing a vampire kingdom through their immense power and the allure of immortality.

This kingdom is filled with mystery and terror. They worship the "Moon Goddess" Lilith, regarding her as the supreme being.

In an attempt to please Lilith, they held an unprecedented blood sacrifice, hoping to summon her to the mortal realm.

However, their plan was thwarted by the Ancient One.

The Ancient One sealed Dracula away, and the elders scattered throughout the world, constantly seeking a way to break the seal.

Throughout the long years, they have been constantly searching for an opportunity to awaken Dracula and restore the glory of the vampire kingdom.

"So that means there are 12 more vampire lairs of this size!"

Wess felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, in his mind, wasn't this a readily available source of energy?

He began to carefully search Neil Hall's memories, hoping to find the whereabouts of the other 12 vampire elders.

Like digging into a mine that hides countless treasures, Wes was extremely cautious.

His consciousness penetrated deep into Neil Hall's soul.

However, Wes was disappointed.

After experiencing a devastating defeat, the vampires became more cautious.

To avoid being captured, they did not know where the others were hiding.

Important matters are discussed in the realm of consciousness, and we never meet in reality.

This cautious strategy made Weiss's search even more difficult.

Enraged, Wes directly transformed Neil Hall into the Philosopher's Stone.

[Where are the other 12 vampires hiding? The Ancient One definitely knows.]

Wes pondered to himself.

Given the Ancient One's immense power and control over the Time Stone, she must know the whereabouts of these vampires.

As Wes pondered, Kingpin walked in, followed closely by his henchmen, each with alert eyes, ready to deal with any potential danger.

"Wilson, I'm leaving this to you." Wes said, then teleported away.

Kingpin shrugged and began taking stock of the vampire's legacy.

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

His eyes were filled with greed and excitement; these assets were undoubtedly a huge fortune for him.

Of course, he couldn't keep it all to himself; he had to share some with others, like S.H.I.E.L.D. or something.

Kingpin knew that cooperation was crucial in this complex world.

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

Blade stood on the rooftop, silently watching the "Blood Nest" opposite him.

When he saw a group of gangsters enter "Blood Nest", a sense of vigilance immediately arose in his heart.

He leaned forward slightly, ready to rush down and stop the gang's actions at any moment.

However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a movement beside him.

The movement was so subtle that it would have been almost impossible to detect if he hadn't had such keen senses.

His heart tightened, thinking it was an enemy attack, and he instantly drew his knife.

But then, he caught a whiff of Wes's scent.

The familiar scent instantly relaxed his tense nerves.

"Is it resolved?" Blade's voice was deep and hoarse, tinged with anticipation.

"Of course," Wes replied succinctly.

Blade was speechless for a moment when he saw Wes so easily fulfill a wish that he had been unable to accomplish for decades.

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

He stood there, quietly watching Wes, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Over the years, he has dedicated himself to eliminating vampires, and he has made countless efforts and sacrifices for this goal.

He had teetered on the brink of death countless times, engaging in one thrilling battle after another with vampires.

However, the vampires remained powerful in New York, and his efforts always seemed so insignificant.

Now, Weiss has easily fulfilled a wish that he had kept for decades in such a short time.

This gave him an unprecedented sense of relief, as if a huge boulder weighing on his heart had finally been removed.

(End of this chapter)