The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 452 Destruction
In an instant, the entire land of Asgard began to tremble violently, emitting a painful roar.

Immediately afterwards, countless magmas, like a wild beast that had broken free from its shackles, gushed out from the ground with an overwhelming force.

They were like angry fire dragons with raging flames all over their bodies. Each one was huge, twisting and turning, and madly pounced towards the sky with fangs and claws bared.

The raging flames burned and distorted the surrounding air, announcing the arrival of destruction to the world.

These magma columns shot up into the sky, tens of meters thick. They intertwined and collided with each other, splashing countless hot sparks, turning the originally blue sky into a fiery red. The strong flames seemed to ignite the entire sky and plunge the whole world into this sea of fire.

Volcano after volcano seemed to be touched by this violent force and began to erupt.

The craters are like huge, ferocious devil's mouths, spewing out thick smoke continuously.

The thick smoke rose and spread rapidly, like a group of black ghosts, spreading wildly in all directions.

But in the blink of an eye, they covered the sky and the sun, shrouding the entire Asgard in a dark shadow.

The pungent smell of sulfur also filled the air. The spicy and pungent smell seemed like a curse from the abyss of hell.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Deafening roars came one after another. The sound seemed like the roar of tens of millions of ancient beasts, or the howling of evil spirits from the abyss of hell, and more like the death knell of the end of the world being sounded again and again.

Each loud bang was accompanied by a violent tremor of the earth, causing everything on the ground to shake in the powerful shock wave.

The entire Asgard instantly fell into an endless abyss of chaos and destruction.

The earth seemed to be shaken by an invisible giant hand. Huge cracks spread rapidly on the ground like hideous scars, devouring everything around them with their fangs and claws, including roads, bridges, and squares. Nothing was spared.

The hot magma was like a surging tide, carrying tremendous force and sweeping in with unstoppable momentum.

Wherever it went, countless houses and palaces collapsed under the double blow of the high temperature and violent vibrations.

Those buildings that once stood tall and majestic, symbolizing the splendor and glory of Asgard, were now like fragile building blocks, reduced to ruins in just a few minutes.

The ruins were faintly visible in the flames and thick smoke. They were like silent guards, witnessing the rise and fall, glory and disgrace of Asgard, and telling the story of its past prosperity and present desolation.

Asgard, once a prosperous and vibrant place, has now become a doomsday scene, filled with the smell of despair and death.

Flames filled the sky, and darkness was like a huge and heavy curtain, covering the land heavily, as if the end of the world had really come. The glory and honor of the past gradually disappeared in the blazing flames, leaving no trace.

"Ha~ha~"

Surtur watched all this, howling to the heavens and letting out a deafening laugh. His enormous figure, illuminated by the firelight, looked even more hideous and terrifying.

His laughter was full of madness and satisfaction. After long years of waiting, he finally fulfilled his destiny and pushed Asgard into the abyss of destruction.

The laughter echoed over the ruins, as if it was a merciless mockery of this once powerful country.

At this moment, Heimdall, Valkyrie and others rushed over in a hurry.

Their originally firm and confident steps became heavy and slow the moment they saw the hellish scene before them.

The expressions on their faces gradually changed from initial shock to deep loneliness, their eyes were full of sadness and helplessness, and were shrouded in a layer of haze.

Asgard, the home they have guarded for generations, carrying their dreams, glory and memories, is about to be completely destroyed before their eyes.
One can imagine their feelings, a pain and despair that penetrated their bones. "It doesn't matter. As long as people are still here, we can rebuild Asgard."

Thor walked forward, looked at his former comrades who had fought side by side with him, and said with forced calmness.

His voice trembled slightly, with a barely perceptible sob.

I don’t know if these words are meant to comfort myself, others, or perhaps both.

He tried to straighten his back, his eyes showing determination, but deep down there was a hint of confusion and sadness that was hard to conceal.

Rebuilding a home is not easy, but at this moment, he must give everyone and himself a glimmer of hope.

"Let's go."

Weiss stepped forward and spoke calmly.

A space channel opens connecting to the earth.

Everyone was silent, with endless sadness and reluctance on their faces, as they passed through the passage one by one and returned to Earth.

In the end, only Weiss, Thor, and Loki were left, standing quietly on the ruins, watching the destruction of Asgard.

The demise of a world contains an enormous amount of information, and the power of laws that leaks out is a rare spectacle.

Weiss closed his eyes, immersed in this powerful and mysterious power fluctuation, and tried to experience the mystery of it with his heart.

His face showed a focused and intoxicated expression, as if he was having a conversation with the most mysterious power between heaven and earth.

Every flow of laws and every fluctuation of energy seemed to be telling him the mysteries of the universe.

Thor and Loki, on the other hand, were simply reminiscing.

Their eyes slowly swept across this once familiar land, and the majestic and kind face of their father Odin involuntarily emerged in their minds, recalling the happy times of the past.

When they were little, they chased and played in the palace corridors, their laughter echoing in every corner;
When they grew up, they followed Odin on his expeditions, fought side by side on the battlefield, and protected the peace and tranquility of Asgard.

Now, all this will become the past, and their hearts are filled with reluctance and nostalgia.

Those past memories are now like gentle knives, gently cutting through their hearts, leaving scars that are difficult to heal.

At the end, Asgard burst into a dazzling white light.

The light was so strong that it seemed to have gathered the light of the entire universe, and it seemed like the most brilliant light blooming from Asgard in the last moment of its life.

It penetrated the layers of smoke and flames, illuminating the whole world.

The three of them were on the spaceship, watching from afar as Asgard gradually disappeared in the white light, without even a trace of dust left.

This land, carrying countless memories and glory, has since become history and exists only in the depths of their memories.

Weiss felt that he had gained a lot, but he did not show it in front of Thor and Loki who had just lost their home.

What they need now is time and quiet to heal the unhealable pain in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)