The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 459 Crack
Strange's ten fingers were like those of a nimble dancer, forming hand seals at a dazzling speed.

As the seals changed, his movements became faster and faster, so fast that layers of afterimages appeared around his arms.

It was as if he instantly had six arms.

As Strange cast the spell, the entire mirror space seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible giant hand.

The space began to spin madly, and the speed of rotation increased rapidly, forming a huge and terrifying vortex.

In this vortex, ferocious beasts were drawn into it by the powerful force. They roared and struggled, but could not escape from this black hole-like vortex and could only be trapped tightly.

Strange is like the master of this space. Everything is under his control. The mirror space is like a work of art in his hands, allowing him to carve it at will.

Weiss is not good at applying the laws of space.

But he has a more powerful and unique option.

He calmly stretched out his right hand and waved it lightly. A red gem emitting a mysterious and fiery light slowly floated from his sleeve onto his palm.

The gem shone brightly, like a burning star, emitting a heart-pounding power.

"Reality Gem!"

Strange recognized this gem containing endless terrifying power at a glance and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The Reality Stone is one of the most powerful artifacts in the universe, possessing enough power to warp and reshape reality.

Weiss poured all his immense divine power into the Reality Stone without reservation.

In an instant, the dazzling red light filled the entire mirror space like a surging tide.

Wherever the light passes, it seems as if time and space are reshaped.

The mirror space that was originally strange and full of magical atmosphere turned into a vast desert in the blink of an eye under the baptism of this light.

Above my head, there is a clear blue sky, and the scorching sun pours down without reservation, as if to set the desert on fire.

The sunlight shone on the hot sand, reflecting a dazzling light that was almost impossible to look directly at.

Strange's heart tightened, and he immediately realized that the situation was not good. He hurriedly concentrated and tried to regain control of the mirror space.

He closed his eyes tightly and quickly made hand seals, trying to restore the original order of the mirror space.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the powerful force released by the Reality Stone had already broken his control over space, and his efforts were like an ant trying to shake a tree, in vain.

At this moment, a strange rustling sound came faintly from underground in the desert.

The sound was like countless tiny claws crawling under the sand, making people shudder.
Strange's heart was filled with alarm. He dared not slack off for a moment, carefully casting his magic and slowly soaring into the air. His eyes were fixed on the desert floor, ready to deal with unknown dangers at any time.

Immediately afterwards, a horrifying scene occurred. Countless scarabs gushed out from the ground like fountains.

Their number seemed endless, and the entire desert was covered by their figures.

These scarabs spread their hard, metallic wings, emitting sharp and piercing hissing sounds, and rushed towards Strange like a black torrent of death.

However, Strange's magic shield was as solid as a rock, like an insurmountable barrier.

Despite their fierce, desperate momentum, these scarabs couldn't even break through the edge of the magic barrier. They crashed headfirst into the barrier, instantly shattering into pieces, their hard shells shattering and sending green slime splattering out.

Countless scarab corpses fell on the desert like raindrops. Soon, the golden desert was dyed red by their blood, as if it was covered with a thick red carpet.

The originally azure sky seemed to be infected by the bloody breath and gradually turned into a chilling blood red.

Immediately afterwards, a strange blood rain poured down.

The blood rain carried a disgusting fishy smell and some kind of corrosive evil power, falling drop by drop on Strange's magic shield.

As the blood rain continued to erode, the magic shield began to make a sizzling sound, and a layer of faint ripples appeared on the surface, as if it was struggling in pain.

As the magic shield gradually broke, the scarabs became more and more crazy. They rushed towards Strange desperately, as if they wanted to devour him.

Strange's face was solemn. He knew that this was a critical moment of life and death.

I saw his hands moving rapidly, overlapping in a triangle shape, and muttering to himself.

In an instant, a massive fire tornado swirled wildly around him. Wherever the fire tornado passed, the temperature rose sharply, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited, emitting a deafening roar.

The flames were like an angry dragon, devouring everything around it with its fangs and claws.

The scarabs were instantly sucked into it and turned into ashes in the scorching heat.

The pouring blood rain quickly evaporated in the scorching flames, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a charred desert.

When the fire tornado slowly dissipated, the surrounding scene changed dramatically again.

This time, Strange found himself on the endless ocean.

The waves surged one after another, making a deafening roar.

Before he could recover from the fierce battle, suddenly, a thick and slimy tentacle suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the sea and wrapped around his ankle like a tough and ruthless rope.

Immediately afterwards, a huge and irresistible force came, and before he could react, he was ruthlessly dragged into the deep sea.

Strange was in the deep sea, surrounded by darkness, with only the faint magical light emanating from his body illuminating a small area.

He discovered that he was surrounded by sea monsters of enormous size.

These sea monsters have different shapes, some are like giant octopuses with tentacles as thick as mountains;

Some look like giant whales, but with sharp fangs.

Each sea monster is thousands of meters long, and their pupils alone are larger than Strange himself.

These sea monsters opened their huge mouths, revealing their sharp fangs, and let out low and terrifying roars. The sound seemed to come from the abyss of hell, making people's souls tremble.

They slowly approached Strange, with greed and cruelty flashing in their eyes, and they had already regarded Strange as a meal.

In the dark and dangerous deep sea, Strange fought with several terrifying sea monsters that were thousands of meters long.

(End of this chapter)