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"Unbelievable! Everything's completely healed! Eric, with friends like you, why didn't you say so earlier?"
Hannibal King looked down at the gunshot wound in his chest, now visibly closing before his eyes. He also felt no pain in his "little brother" and "family jewels," his face filled with astonishment.
If he didn't know for certain that he was still human, he might have thought he'd been turned into a vampire.
"Thanks, buddy. Once this is over, I'm taking you to the best bar in town for a strip show!"
Now that his injuries were gone, he couldn't just stand around. He picked up two guns from the ground and charged out, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"You filthy little vampire punks—taste Daddy's big guns!"
"What a chatterbox," George remarked with a smile, shaking his head. He slowly closed his eyes, sensing this universe and recording its spatial coordinates.
The Blade universe was relatively simple—mostly just various kinds of vampires—and held little real value for him.
Still, his current goal was to collect as many universe coordinates as possible. That way, if he ever needed them in the future, he could return at will.
While George focused on sensing the coordinates, Blade and the others quickly spread throughout the base, slaughtering vampires wherever they went.
"You're here. Get ready to— Who are you?"
In one of the rooms in the base, the vampire progenitor Drake heard the door behind him kicked open. Slowly turning with a sword in hand, he expected Blade to have fought his way in.
Instead, he found a man holding two katanas, dressed in a strange red bodysuit.
"I—I'm Batman! You're a vampire—you turn into a bat—and I'm Batman. We're basically made for each other!"
Deadpool yanked a piece of black cloth from the side and draped it over himself, striding toward Drake with a friendly outstretched hand.
When they'd charged into the base earlier, Deadpool discovered he could speak again. Using that as an excuse to "improve combat efficiency," they'd all split up.
He hadn't expected to be the first to run into the vampire progenitor himself.
"Batman?"
Drake frowned, ignoring the offered handshake. In one swift motion, he thrust his sword straight through Deadpool's heart.
"So, just an idiot."
Seeing his opponent collapse to the floor with a look of disbelief—unable to block even one strike—Drake relaxed his brow, pulled the sword free, and turned away.
He had assumed the strangely dressed man might be a powerful vampire hunter recruited by Blade. Instead, it turned out to be a small fry with a clearly subzero IQ.
Having dealt with him, Drake resumed his stance, back to the doorway, waiting for Blade to arrive for their final duel.
But as soon as he turned, two katanas stabbed clean through his chest from behind.
"Surprise! I knew it—villains just love standing with their backs to the door looking cool. Didn't see this coming, huh?"
Deadpool leaned in close to Drake's ear, mocking him with that trademark annoying tone.
Drake's face twisted in disbelief. He reversed his grip on his sword and thrust backward, but Deadpool pulled his blades free and leapt aside.
"You're not human. What are you?"
A normal human stabbed through the heart would be dead without question, yet this man was perfectly fine.
If he'd been turned into a vampire—even a half-vampire—Drake, as the progenitor, would have recognized it instantly.
But this guy clearly wasn't.
"I'm your perfect partner, of course!"
Deadpool twirled his katanas and charged, grinning wickedly.
Realizing he wouldn't get an answer, Drake stopped talking and met him head-on.
One was an undying mutant who could slice bullets midair with twin blades, the other a vampire progenitor whose regeneration and speed far surpassed any normal vampire.
When they clashed, blood sprayed everywhere, the battle gruesome and brutal.
"Oh, sh*t!"
After a fierce exchange, Drake proved the stronger. With a single kick, he sent Deadpool flying out of the room.
As the progenitor of an entire supernatural race, his strength and speed outclassed Deadpool's.
"Need a hand?"
Wolverine, cigar in mouth, had been drawn by the noise. Seeing Deadpool crash out of the room, he squatted beside him with a smirk.
"Of course—I desperately need your protection."
Deadpool gazed at him with mock gratitude.
The two of them charged back in together.
Deadpool plus Wolverine—an immortal duo and both master fighters—were too much for even the vampire progenitor to take lightly.
Frustrated, Drake transformed into his monstrous form, his power multiplying several times over.
In this form, he completely overwhelmed both Deadpool and Wolverine. Fortunately, the others soon arrived after clearing the surrounding vampires.
Blade smashed through the window, followed by Elektra and Gambit, and finally the flamboyant Human Torch.
Alongside them were Blade's original allies in this world—Hannibal King and Abigail Whistler.
Though Drake's transformed state was terrifying, he couldn't withstand so many skilled fighters at once—some in close combat, others attacking from range—and all coordinating flawlessly.
Deadpool and Wolverine were former teammates, Blade and his two allies had long fought together, and the Human Torch had fought alongside them multiple times in the Void.
Sensing death closing in, Drake crashed through a wall and made a break for it.
"Damn it! Wasn't it supposed to be just one Blade? Where did all these troublesome people come from? What happened to the world while I was asleep?"
"After him! Don't let him escape!"
Blade roared, and everyone gave chase.
But soon, their expressions changed.
They realized Drake was fleeing in the exact direction they'd come from—toward the interrogation room where George was.
Above that room was the base's rooftop—Drake clearly intended to reach the roof and escape by leaping away.
"I predict this guy's about to have a very bad day," Deadpool said gleefully as he ran.
He'd seen George take down a squad of mutants in an instant using his metal manipulation powers.
Drake was strong, sure—but probably not George-strong. If George intercepted him, they could easily finish the job.
"Don't bother chasing—he's already dead," Wolverine said, halting abruptly.
No one here understood George's abilities better than he did. There was no "probably"—Drake was nowhere near George's level.
Sure enough, just as the others looked on in confusion, Drake burst into the interrogation room—only to be blasted back out a second later by a bolt of lightning as thick as a barrel.
"Impossible!"
He hit the ground, eyes wide with terror, before his body crumbled instantly into a heap of black ash.
From the interrogation room, George's voice called out:
"Time's about up. Any longer and the Time Variance Authority will be coming after us."
(End of Chapter)