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

Chapter 432 Remnants (Back to Marvel)

After finishing his business in his own little world, Wes returned to the Marvel universe.

Kingpin stared at the list in front of him with a headache. It contained all sorts of strange and unusual items, many of which he had never even heard of.

Those words were like spells from another mysterious world, giving even this bigwig who controlled the American underworld a headache.

"I'm not in a hurry for these things."

Wes realized that asking ordinary people to collect these things was indeed asking too much, but Kingpin was now a powerful figure who controlled the entire American underworld, so he might be able to find some rare and valuable items.

Upon hearing Wes's words, Kingpin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"I have good news for you."

A smile appeared on Kingpin's face.

"??"

Wes looked at him suspiciously, wondering what Kingpin was up to.

"I've found the whereabouts of those vampires."

Kingpin said smugly.

His reminder made Wes almost forget about the vampires.

Since he wiped out the two vampire clans in New York and London, the remaining eleven clans have been like frightened birds, hiding away one after another.

"They're hiding in a small country in Europe now..." Kingpin explained in detail.

These vampires had been hiding for so long, and seeing that Wes hadn't come looking for them, some of them couldn't resist the urge to sneak out and hunt.

Their actions were not very discreet, causing quite a stir, and this intelligence naturally reached Kingpin.

Isn't this perfect? ​​Wes just ran out of materials while setting up the barrier for the small world and was worried about where to replenish them.

These eleven vampire clans have existed for over a thousand years; they must have collected a great deal of treasures.

Moreover, vampires themselves can be used to create Philosopher's Stones, which are extremely precious materials.

A glint flashed in Wes's eyes as he thought of this.

Kingpin was equally eager to get started. He had made a fortune last time by helping Wes deal with the vampires in New York and had tasted the sweetness of success, so he naturally didn't want to miss out this time.

The next day, a luxurious private jet landed smoothly in Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia and the country's largest city.

Wes and King walked off the plane side by side with composure.

A black car was already waiting on the tarmac.

The two quickly got into the car, and as the door closed, the car slowly started and drove smoothly away from the airport.

As the car drove through the city, the surrounding scenery gradually changed from bustling urban landscapes to tranquil rural scenery, and the road became increasingly remote.

We continued until we entered a quiet town, where the buildings were old and quaint, as if time had slowed down.

There was only one hotel in town, which had been booked by Kingpin's men.

To maintain secrecy, they sent away the owner and all the staff, making the entire hotel exceptionally quiet.

"Boss."

The younger brother respectfully welcomed Kingpin and Wes into the inn.

His eyes held awe.

"What are those guys up to?"

Kingpin asked impatiently, his eyes revealing a hint of eagerness and excitement; he was always filled with longing for the benefits that were about to be in his hands.

"Those monsters are getting more and more insatiable; they only transported one truckload of women today."

The younger brother quickly reported this.

Vampires feed on human blood.

Initially, fearing discovery by Wes, they relied on their blood reserves and captive blood slaves to survive.

However, as time went on, the blood reserves were gradually depleted, and the number of blood slaves was also dwindling.

Those vampires who couldn't bear it any longer finally succumbed to their bloodlust and began to venture out in search of food.

The vampire elders punished some of the rule-breaking vampires, but there were always some who couldn't control their instincts and still secretly went out to hunt humans.

"lead the way."

Without any hesitation, Wes was eager to take action and deal with these vampires.

Several hours later, the group traversed through the mountains and forests and finally arrived near their destination.

"That's it."

The younger brother pointed in a direction, and following his direction, one could vaguely see an ancient Gothic castle, exuding an eerie atmosphere under the cover of night.

"We can only get this far; those monsters are very sharp."

The younger brother said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, his tone carrying a trace of apprehension.

"Well done."

Wes nodded in agreement.

These ordinary people have already taken a huge risk to be able to do this.

After saying that, Wes casually tossed a potion to his underling.

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

Upon seeing this, the younger brother was overjoyed.

In wealthy circles, Wes's potion has already been sold for exorbitant prices; one dose is enough for him to live a life of comfort for the rest of his days.

Wes said no more and cast a detection spell.

In an instant, the castle's terrain, internal structure, and the number and distribution of vampires were clearly presented in his mind.

Wes opened his eyes, and the entire castle outlined by magic in his mind was like a clear real-world map.

The castle has a complex and intricate structure, resembling a giant maze.

On the ground, towering towers, winding corridors, and secluded courtyards intertwine;

Underground, the situation is a hundred times more complex.

A maze of crisscrossing passages, narrow and riddled with traps;

The escape routes are interconnected, allowing the vampires to escape in case of emergency;

The magnificent yet eerie underground halls, resembling a palace, are where vampires hold their secret rituals;

There are also various secret chambers, hiding the treasures they have accumulated over thousands of years.

But under Wes's powerful magic, none of this could be hidden.

He has no intention of letting any vampire go.

Wes is no longer the same player he once was, a lone commander.

His seraphim were more than enough to deal with these vampires.

Inside the castle's luxurious yet eerie hall.

A dozen or so young and beautiful dancers, dressed in light and thin dance skirts, danced gracefully on the stage.

Their dance was light and graceful, and in the dim light, they seemed like a group of elves lost in the darkness, moving to the rhythm of the music.

The vampires sat neatly in the audience, seemingly absorbed in what they called "art."

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover the anomaly.

Some of the vampires' throats were moving uncontrollably, as if they were swallowing something;

Sharp fangs slowly emerged from the gums, gleaming with a cold, icy light in the dim light;

His once normal eyes gradually turned blood red, like burning flames, revealing endless greed and bloodlust.

To these vampires, the dancers before them were not performing art, but rather a delicious feast to be enjoyed.

With so many vampires, even when divided among a dozen dancers, each vampire wouldn't even get a single cup of blood.

Even so, it was still a rare delicacy for them.

Think about these vampires, when have they ever lived such "hard times"?

In their eyes, humans are nothing more than walking blood bags, which they can use at any time.

But now, ever since that damned sorcerer appeared and wiped out the clans in New York and London, they have been forced to hide and live in constant fear.

When will this kind of life end?

(End of this chapter)