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

Chapter 195 London

However, facing Wes at this moment, he felt that his power was so insignificant and that he could not control the situation.

Damn it, one day I'll lock you in the 'hive'.

Nick Fury cursed inwardly.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, his heart filled with resentment towards Wes.

However, he also knew clearly that under the current circumstances, he could only endure it for the time being.

Britain, a once glorious nation and the former empire on which the sun never sets, has written countless magnificent chapters in the long river of history.

However, as time went by, the glory of the past faded in the 21st century.

Britain's former dominant position was gradually replaced by emerging countries, and its international standing was not as good as before.

In international affairs, Britain often needs to rely on other major powers, especially the United States, and in many cases has become America's little brother, following in America's footsteps.

However, the people of Great Britain still live in their former glory.

They still cherish the memory of that glorious era, and the strength and honor of Britain.

Today, it seems that only London, the capital of Britain, still faintly reflects the country's former glory.

London, an ancient and charming city, carries centuries of British history and glory.

The magnificent Big Ben still stands on the banks of the Thames, and each chime seems to tell the story of its glorious past.

Buckingham Palace’s solemnity and grandeur reflect the dignity and tradition of the British Royal Family.

The ancient Tower Bridge spans the River Thames and has witnessed countless historical changes.

According to statistics, this city has the largest number of billionaires.

On the streets of London, luxury sports cars can be seen speeding by like lightning, leaving behind dazzling streaks of light and shadow.

High-end restaurants abound, from luxuriously decorated French restaurants to art-filled Italian restaurants, each exuding elegance and sophistication.

In these restaurants, the wealthy savor cuisine from all over the world and enjoy a high-quality lifestyle.

Especially at night, all sorts of dance parties are held, catering to these wealthy people.

"I wonder how many of these wealthy people are vampires?" Wes looked at the overcast sky.

The skies over London are often shrouded in dark clouds, making the atmosphere gloomy and oppressive.

"The weather here is perfect for vampires," Wes muttered to himself.

As long as they are bundled up a little and carry an umbrella, vampires can walk around the streets during the day in this kind of weather without arousing suspicion.

They can hide in the crowd and wait for the right moment to hunt their prey.

Wes took out a bottle, and through the transparent bottle, a cloud of red smoke was constantly swirling inside.

The smoke seemed to have a life of its own.

"Go, find your companions," Wes said softly.

He opened the bottle cap, and red smoke drifted out of the bottle opening, lingering around as if sensing the surrounding atmosphere.

The red smoke, like a nimble sprite, floated lightly over London.

It moved slowly, standing out conspicuously against the gray clouds.

The smoke slowly moved in one direction, as if drawn by some mysterious force.

Finally, the red smoke arrived at a manor.

The manor gates were lined with luxury cars, each one gleaming with opulent light.

Inside the manor, elegantly dressed men and women strolled about, wearing gorgeous gowns and dazzling jewelry, their faces radiating confidence and grace.

Beautiful music drifted from the manor, its melody melodious and moving.

A few minutes later, Wes appeared at the manor.

"There will always be people tempted by vampires because of their lifespan and youth," Wes murmured, a hint of melancholy in his voice.

Human desires are endless, and vampires exploit people's yearning for longevity and youth to lure them into a dark abyss.

Wes could smell a faint scent of blood. The faint smell of blood lingered in the air, almost imperceptible, yet impossible to ignore.

He closed his eyes, concentrated, and used spells to explore the manor.

As the spell was cast, a mysterious power emanated from Wes's hand, spreading outwards like invisible tentacles.

The manor on the surface is just a smokescreen; the vampires' real lair is underground.

The entire underground area has been almost hollowed out.

Below, a vast palace complex was built.

Those palaces were magnificent and spectacular, yet filled with an atmosphere of darkness.

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

Mysterious runes and patterns were carved on the walls, emitting an eerie glow.

The palace's passageways were intricate and complex, like a giant maze.

Within that vast underground palace complex, there is also a colossal statue of the "Moon Goddess" Lilith.

The statue is carved from black megaliths, its surface gleaming with a dark luster, as if bearing the weight of endless ages and mysterious power.

Lilith's face was exquisite and beautiful, every line seemingly sculpted. Her eyes were as deep as the night sky, revealing an all-seeing wisdom and an inviolable majesty.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently as if it were alive.

Her figure was elegant and noble, her long robe fluttering in the wind, as if she were looking down on everything in the world, which made people feel awe.

Countless vampires knelt around the statue, worshipping it devoutly.

These vampires wore long black robes, as dark as ink, which seemed to blend into the darkness in the dim light.

Their eyes were filled with awe and worship, a deep-seated piety, as if they were expressing their most sincere respect to their goddess.

Their movements were synchronized and full of ritual, slowly bowing their heads, each action carrying solemnity and reverence.

Their hands were clasped together in front of their chests, trembling slightly, as if they were praying for the goddess's protection.

They chanted incantations, their deep voices echoing through the underground palace.

"Today seems to be Lilith's birthday."

Weiss gazed at the full moon in the sky, the silver disc hanging high in the night sky, casting a cool, clear light.

The full moon's light shone through layers of soil, faintly illuminating a corner of the underground palace.

Wes's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"I'm so lucky."

He muttered to himself. Weiss never had too much material coming his way.

"Gravity and Pressure!" Wes shouted, and powerful magic surged from his body instantly.

He raised his hands slightly, and an invisible force rapidly spread outwards from him.

Gravity increased dramatically within a 100-meter radius. Under this powerful gravitational pull, the air itself seemed to become heavy.

Everything around us began to change, starting with the manor.

(End of this chapter)