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"Send us back!"
"Send us back!"
"Send us back!"
"Send us back!"
Blade and the other three responded without the slightest hesitation.
Each of them had family and friends in their respective universes. They constantly longed to return and reunite with them.
Why had so many risked their lives to fight Cassandra?
The Void Realm was vast. If soone truly wanted to hide, Cassandra's limited forces wouldn't be enough to find them.
But they still chose to resist Cassandra because of the rumor—Cassandra supposedly possessed a way to leave the Void Realm.
Yet to this day, no one had returned alive.
Cassandra was simply too powerful—so strong that even all those who had been cut from various tilines and joined forces still couldn't defeat her.
Now that there was a chance to return safely to their own universes, who would possibly refuse?
"You can wait. I'll send them back first."
Seeing Deadpool hopping anxiously in front of the group and pointing at himself, George casually shoved him aside.
Deadpool couldn't be sent back yet. The mont he returned, the Paradox would undoubtedly dispatch a swarm of Ti Enforcers to hunt him down.
George needed to finish things here in the Void Realm first and collect more multiversal coordinates. Then he could send Deadpool back, using him as a bridge to establish contact with the TVA.
Besides, the Paradox's ti-shattering machine wouldn't be ready for several more days.
And with his speed, George could take care of everything here in just a few hours.
"Is that guy mute or sothing?"
Watching Deadpool bouncing around like a flea, Gambit leaned toward Human Torch and whispered.
Human Torch chuckled maliciously and shook his head.
"He's just too annoying. Mr. George temporarily muted him with his powers."
"There's soone even more obnoxious than you?"
Erika teased from the side.
Though they ca from different universes, the four of them had developed a bond after spending so much ti together.
Now that they were about to part ways, a sense of reluctance hung in the air.
"You don't need to do anything. Just stand there and don't move."
George walked over to Blade, placed his left hand on his shoulder to sense his ho universe's coordinates, and drew a circular portal in the air with his right hand.
As the portal took shape, Blade's universe gradually beca visible to everyone.
"Oh my balls, you damn ****! Just wait till my reinforcents arrive—I'll show you the true power of my big *** and make your throat smoke!"
On the other side of the portal was a dim chamber, where a muscular, chiseled man with eight-pack abs was being stomped on in the groin by a leather-clad woman in stilettos.
Though clearly in pain and howling, his mouth never stopped running, as if coated in honey.
The woman's face darkened at his words, and she stomped even harder.
"Tell —where is Blade?!"
"Is this one of those... kinky restricted-access clubs?"
Human Torch peeked through the portal with an excited grin.
Wolverine lit a cigar, glanced at the man being stomped, then looked at Deadpool.
"Wade, doesn't he look a lot like you when you were younger?"
Deadpool, still unable to speak, gestured with his hands:
"He's clearly not as handso. And definitely doesn't have my physique."
Blade stepped through the portal and imdiately slashed down with his sword, cutting the woman and her bodyguards into piles of ash within seconds.
"Before I got ambushed and thrown into the Void Realm, I was attacking a vampire base. We were trying to take out an ancient vampire progenitor that had been revived from the desert.
Didn't expect to return at the exact sa mont I left, despite how many years have passed for .
Oh, and that guy—he's one of my teammates: Hannibal King. He's also a vampire hunter."
"Damn it, Eric! If you'd been a minute later, I'd have been drained dry by that vamp bitch!"
Hannibal King clutched his groin and struggled to stand up. When he saw Blade, he couldn't help but grumble.
According to their plan, Eric should've shown up ten minutes ago.
But sothing didn't feel right.
"What's with that glowing circle? I thought you'd co crashing through the ceiling! And who are all these people?"
"They're my friends. Long story. A lot happened. If it weren't for them, I'd never have made it back."
Blade sheathed his sword, eyes full of emotion.
To Hannibal, they'd only been apart for a day—but to Blade, years had passed.
He'd once thought he'd never return, but George had made the impossible possible.
"Mr. George, if we go help him out, will it affect our return?"
Erika suddenly turned to George.
She'd heard Blade's story. During their ti in the Void Realm, they had all shared tales of their lives.
She knew how dangerous that vampire progenitor was. Even Blade might not be able to defeat him alone.
If it wouldn't delay their return, she wanted to help him—after all, they had survived countless battles together.
Hearing Erika, Human Torch and Gambit also looked at George, clearly sharing the sa intention.
"It won't affect things—just don't take too long. If the TVA detects anomalies, they might trace it back to us, and that would be troubleso."
George thought for a mont and nodded.
The progenitor wasn't too strong. Erika and the others could handle it quickly.
Besides, he needed a few minutes to record Blade's universe's full spatial coordinates anyway.
"Might as well. I'm not doing anything. I'll help too."
After George stepped through the portal with Erika, Gambit, and Human Torch, Wolverine considered for a mont, extended his adamantium claws, and followed them.
The idea of being left alone with Wade—even muted—was more painful than the battle ahead.
Deadpool, seeing Logan enter the portal, drew his dual swords and leaped in after him.
No way he was being left behind alone.
"Thanks, everyone!"
Blade wasn't one for flowery speeches. He simply gave a nod of gratitude before dashing out of the room and launching into the horde of vampire guards.
Erika, Gambit, Human Torch, Wolverine, and Deadpool followed closely behind, launching a massacre against the vampire forces.
Each of them was at least as strong as Blade—so even stronger. These ordinary vampires didn't stand a chance.
"Where the hell did Eric find so many badass friends?!"
Hannibal King watched the one-sided slaughter in awe, swallowing hard before glancing down at the chains still binding his wrists.
"Hey, Eric! Mind cutting these chains before you go all hero mode?"
"No need."
George waved his hand, and Hannibal's chains imdiately fell off.
With another wave, the wounds on his body rapidly healed.
(End of Chapter)
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