The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 389 Finally meeting
"Cough~cough~"

The unconscious Tony began to cough violently, his body trembling slightly unconsciously, and his throat felt like it was burning with fire, causing unbearable pain.

After coughing a few times, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes still showing the confusion and fatigue before he fell into a coma.

"Wake up."

Seraph Usopp swung his hands and threw Tony to the ground without mercy, as if he was just throwing a worthless object.

Tony fell heavily on the cold, hard ground. The pain in his body made him groan. This also made him completely sober and he began to quickly observe the surrounding environment.

"Where is this place?"

Tony was confused at first, and his mind kept recalling the fierce battle before he was captured by the enemy, and he secretly groaned in his heart.

He immediately tried to contact Jarvis, but received no response. This gave him a bad feeling, as if he was trapped in a hopeless situation with no one to help him.

"Are you ok?"

Seeing this, Steve hurried forward and helped Tony up, his eyes full of concern and worry.

He studied Tony closely, as if trying to find any signs of more serious injury.

"what happened."

Steve looked lonely, and there was a hint of powerlessness and despair in his voice.

They were originally superheroes fighting to protect the world, but now they have fallen into such a situation, which makes him feel frustrated.

Tony probably guessed something. He pursed his lips and said nothing, but his eyes became more serious.

"Don't dawdle. The master wants to see you."

Seraph Hawkeye turned around and walked forward expressionlessly, motioning them to follow.

Tony and Steve looked at each other, and they both understood tacitly that they were in an extremely passive situation at the moment.

I am at the mercy of others and there seems to be no other choice but to do what others say.

However, even in such a difficult situation, they did not give up and continued to quietly collect information about the surrounding area.

Along the way, they have seen at least four Seraphim.

As Tony walked, he carefully observed the actions of these Seraphim, trying to find some clues from their behavior.

There is no obvious subordinate relationship between them, so it can be inferred that their strength should be similar.

These Seraphim all have the same unique appearance features, the same skin color, wings, hair color, and a magical flame burning behind their heads. All of this makes Tony feel that they must be a magical race.

What surprised him most was that they all looked like children, which was in stark contrast to the powerful strength they displayed.

Tony silently sorted out this information in his mind and gradually came to a general conclusion, but he knew that this conclusion needed more evidence to support it.

On the way, they also met several other Seraphim.

Tony thought to himself: [Sure enough, these children are not natural products but artificial.]

A normal tribe should have both old and young people, but these Seraphim in front of him all look like children, and they have such rich combat experience, which is obviously not in line with common sense.

It's a weapon, a man-made weapon.

Tony was thinking firmly in his heart, and he felt more and more that his deduction was correct. These Seraphs were probably weapons of war. Just when Tony was thinking deeply.

"Da~da~"

The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man with messy hair and fanatical eyes rushing towards him, panting.

"So-and-so is the developer of the black armor." Vegapunk shouted loudly, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, his eyes fixed on Tony and Steve.

"Doctor." When the Seraphim saw Vegapunk, they immediately bowed to him respectfully with a very pious attitude.

Vegapunk's position in the Seraph's heart is second only to Weiss, and he is an extremely influential figure.

"They are all good kids." Vegapunk waved his hand casually, and after greeting them, he focused his attention on Tony.

Perhaps it was the unique temperament that attracted scientists to each other, and Vegapunk determined that Tony was an outstanding scientist just from his armor.

"It's truly remarkable what a scientist it is to be able to create such armor."

Vegapunk's eyes sparkled with excitement and admiration, as if he had seen a like-minded partner.

Tony looked at this strange old man and thought to himself: [Is this guy the doctor that Seraph mentioned?]

However, he also understood that now was not the time to dwell on this; the most urgent task was to figure out where he was and what these people's purpose was.

Seraph Sanji stepped forward, stopped the excited Vegapunk, and said softly: "The Doctor is still waiting to see them."

"Is that so?" A look of regret appeared on Vegapunk's face. He really wanted to have an in-depth communication with Tony right away.

Through Tony's armor, he could keenly judge that Tony had profound attainments in scientific research, and might even have surpassed him in some aspects.

He can't wait to share his research with Tony and explore the mysteries of science. However, Tony seems to be Wes's enemy, which makes him feel helpless.

"Don't worry, Weiss didn't order the Seraph to kill you, and he won't do that now. After you meet Weiss, I'll show you around my research institute."

Vegapunk looked at Tony and comforted him sincerely.

There was a hint of kindness in his eyes, which made Tony feel his good intentions.

Tony could also see that this was a simple scientist who only had a love and pursuit of science in his heart, without much malice.

So Tony nodded at him and said, "Definitely if there's a chance."

Although he said this, Tony knew in his heart that things might not be that simple.

The road was smooth as Tony and Steve followed the Seraphim and slowly went up the winding stairs of the Mage Tower. The surrounding walls were engraved with various mysterious and obscure runes, flashing faint light from time to time.

Finally, they arrived at the top floor of the Mage Tower.

With a muffled "creak", the heavy door slowly opened.
Seraph Hawkeye pushed the two of them in expressionlessly, and then the door began to slowly close. The heavy sound of the door closing echoed in the silent space, as if completely isolating them from the outside world, leaving only them and the figure sitting on the chair in the house.

Weiss just sat quietly in the chair, his head lazily supported by his right hand, his eyes revealing an unfathomable depth.

He was wearing a black robe with some strange patterns embroidered on it with gold thread. The robe emitted a faint glow, making him look even more mysterious in this slightly dim top-floor space.

(End of this chapter)