Transformation

The one who closed the door was undoubtedly Blade Warrior Brooks. After dealing with the gatekeeper, he had Kivat bite his left wrist. The toxins synthesized by the biological component were injected into his body through hollow fangs.

The physical transformation wasn't the twenty seconds Wei Xiuming had described to Brooks. From the moment his body came into contact with the toxins, his cells began to mutate. He could clearly feel his bones, muscles, blood vessels, and other bodily structures rapidly dissolving, only to be quickly reassembled into new structures under the regenerative power of his vampire physique.

The result of this change spread from the two healed wounds on his left wrist throughout his entire body. Brooks' limbs began to metalize rapidly, his skin hardening into plates with a metallic sheen, as if he had donned a suit of armor. However, the flexibility of his joints remained, and the fine hairs on his body hardened into structures resembling the bristles on an insect's abdomen.

Even with only his left arm transformed, the immense power he gained far exceeded Blade's imagination. Previously, when fighting vampires, he relied on silver-plated weapons, firearms, garlic extract, and other vampire-repelling items to fend them off. But now, with just the strength of his limbs, vampires were no longer his enemies.

With a casual swing, the vampire who had charged the furthest was sent flying back into the crowd even faster than he had arrived, much like a schoolgirl leaving her house in the morning with bread in her mouth only to be hit by a speeding truck.

Such injuries were not serious for vampires. Even if they were burned to a crisp by sunlight, they could still recover by replenishing their blood before completely turning to ash, similar to using a first-aid kit in a battle royale game. The vampire who was sent flying got back up after a few breaths, ready to charge at Blade again.

It wasn't that he wasn't afraid of death, but if he did nothing in the face of Blade Warrior's attack, he would truly be close to death. Blade's attitude towards vampires was to leave no survivors. Furthermore, Blade, the Daywalker, had already alarmed the Pure Blood Thirteen Elders with his slaughter of the vampire race, and the bounty on his head had skyrocketed to unknown heights. Today, Blade had come without weapons, presenting a rare opportunity. If he could get lucky and kill him, he would enjoy wealth and honor for the rest of his life.

High-quality blood bags like Willis's today would become common ingredients on the menu, no longer requiring the tedious process of carefully selecting until only a small sip could be tasted.

However, halfway through his charge, the vampire suddenly stopped. He felt something was wrong with his body, a first in his vampire career. He looked down and saw that the area where Blade had struck was festering. His flesh and bones had all dissolved into a foamy, viscous fluid, and the area rapidly expanded until his entire body dissolved into foam.

This vampire was not an isolated case. None of the vampires could withstand even one round against Blade. Those struck by him were invariably left with broken bones and shattered limbs, then began to fester from their wounds, dissolving into foam and evaporating within a few breaths.

After repelling the first wave of vampire attacks, Blade had completed his full-body transformation. The figure standing there was no longer human, but something akin to an extraterrestrial life form. His entire body was covered in a black exoskeleton with a metallic texture. The exoskeleton had sharp, defined edges, and although it was a biological transformation, it possessed a mechanical aesthetic.

Especially his face, Blade's head had become bat-like, with a pair of compound eyes protected by transparent crystals occupying most of his facial area. If these vampires hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would surely suspect him of wearing a full-coverage mechanical exoskeleton.

And because this was the Marvel world, its rules had to be followed. Blade's physical transformation did not affect his clothing; it neither burned his clothes nor was it covered by the biological armor.

Blade's original clothes were still on him, and the high collar retained a hint of mystery.

This caused the vampires to halt their advance, hesitant to engage him for the time being.

Blade himself was not feeling well. The more his body metalized, the more his brain felt as if it were being corroded, causing intense pain.

Discussions about the extent of human brain development over certain periods were very popular. Some amateur scientists believed that figures like Einstein exhibited extremely high intelligence because their brains had a higher utilization rate than ordinary people, and they fantasized that if human brain utilization reached one hundred percent, it would touch the realm of the gods.

But these were all mistaken perceptions. Although not obvious, normal human functions like breathing and movement are closely related to those seemingly undeveloped parts. Take Blade, for example. After his body was transformed into a biological armor form by the toxins, his brain could not bear the burden. Pain receptors provided feedback, warning Brooks that he needed to take measures to change his situation.

As Wei Xiuming had instructed beforehand, Blade Brooks attached the transformation device to his waist. The small bat immediately connected with his abdominal muscles, blood vessels, nerves, and other systems, inhibiting further transformation of his body by the toxins and also sharing the load on his brain's operations.

Blade's compound eyes glowed with a dim red light. The objects within his field of vision changed, as if he wasn't seeing with his own eyes but staring at a high-tech display panel, with everything processed as data.

Everything within his sight was constructed into a data model, including the vampires. Simple line-drawn humanoid outlines underwent hundreds of simulations in a short period, fully predicting their actions. He only needed to counter their reactions—even if the one transformed wasn't the battle-hardened him, anyone else would have achieved the results of decades of hard training in these few seconds, achieving the greatest outcome with the least cost.

What followed was a massacre of vampires by Blade. Compared to before, his actions were now extremely swift and effective. To use a game analogy, the previous Blade was playing a matchmaking game, relying on attribute advantages, equipment superiority, and experience gaps. Although the process was difficult due to the numbers, he could still win. Occasionally, he would encounter equally skilled or higher-level players, or be hindered by unreliable teammates who infiltrated the enemy's ranks, causing him to fail. But with the protagonist's halo and the divine teammate Whistler assisting him, Blade could always make a comeback and turn the tide.

The transformed Blade was now playing an AI match, and it was like a robot with god-tier equipment that couldn't even hit a target right in front of it, playing against AI opponents. An ordinary person would find it harder to kill a fish than this.

This performance left Whistler, who was watching the entire event from behind the screen, dumbfounded. Such destructive power was beyond anything he had imagined.