The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 469 Revenge
He felt no fear at all about the sudden appearance of Mephisto's clone before him.

"Ha~ha~"

Mephisto stared at Weiss with eyes burning with dark green flames, revealing an elusive cunning in his eyes. He said, "Are you interested in cooperating with me?"

"Collaboration? With a devil?"

Weiss narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of deep vigilance flashing in his eyes.

If you are not careful when dealing with the devil, you will be doomed and eventually devoured without leaving even a bone.

In legends and stories from all over the world, demons have always been notorious for their insidiousness, cunningness and deception.

Especially their usual trick of signing so-called "fair contracts", which has put countless people into an irretrievable situation.

Those souls bound by the contract are tortured and in great pain under the control of the devil.

Even in some ancient legends, the gods who are high above and possess great power have fallen into the trap of the devil and been deceived into a miserable state by his sweet words.

"Don't be so cold. We all have a common enemy—the Supreme Sorcerer."

Mephisto narrowed his eyes, which were burning with ghostly fire, and tried to use this common enemy as bait to pique Weiss's interest.

There was a bewitching magic in his voice, gently pulling at the string deep in Weiss's heart that might have been dissatisfied with the Supreme Master.

When Weiss heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of imperceptible thought flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that Wes seemed to have a hint of interest, Mephisto immediately struck while the iron was hot, like a shark smelling blood.

His words were full of temptation, and he described the various "benefits" of cooperating with him in a eloquent manner.

However, Weiss was like an indestructible rock and did not believe a word Mephisto said.

The more enthusiastic Mephisto appears, the more terrifying the conspiracy behind it.

Behind every enthusiastic word, there may be a deadly trap.

Beneath Mephisto's seemingly sincere gaze, he actually coveted him with greed.

【This bastard has set his sights on me. 】

Weiss thought to himself, he was almost certain of his guess.

The soul of a demigod is a rare collection even for a devil like Mephisto who is obsessed with collecting powerful souls.

What's more, Weiss successfully became a demigod in such a short time. In Mephisto's opinion, Weiss must be hiding some shocking secret. Perhaps this secret can make his power reach an unprecedented level.

Weiss has a clear self-awareness. He knows clearly that when it comes to scheming and scheming, there is a huge difference between him and Mephisto.

Over the long years, Mephisto has experienced countless conspiracies and calculations and accumulated countless cunning tactics.

If I deal with him, it would be like hitting a rock with an egg.

Without the slightest hesitation, he said in a firm and decisive tone, "Not interested."

Without hesitation, he rejected Mephisto's invitation, which seemed tempting but was actually fraught with danger.

Mephisto was not angry. He had countless time and this was just one of his tens of thousands of attempts.

After flatly rejecting Mephisto's invitation to cooperate, Weiss kept recalling the scene of Strange's sneak attack on him.

As time went by, his demigod power became more and more stable. This power not only gave him greater strength, but also made the desire for revenge grow like weeds.

It's time to face this hatred and make Strange pay for his actions.

In the remote and mysterious Himalayas, where snow-capped peaks and mist linger in the valleys, the landscape resembles a fairyland. Deep within this untouched, snow-covered region, stands a majestic ancient structure: Kamar-Taj.

It is a holy place in the magical world, carrying countless magical knowledge and heritage, and gathering the most powerful magical forces and the wisest wizards in the world.

At this moment, in the quiet and solemn meditation room of Kamar-Taj, Doctor Strange Stephen Strange is immersed in deep meditation.

He was dressed in his signature red magic robes, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Deep in his consciousness, he is deeply integrating with the mysterious magical power.

Strange's body suddenly shook and his eyes flew open.

His keen intuition, forged from years of practice and powerful magical perception, caught a surge of malice like an undercurrent, approaching Kamar-Taj at an extremely fast speed.

"king."

Strange's voice was low and rapid, echoing in the training room.

"what happened?"

Wang appeared in front of Strange almost instantly.

"Tell the mages to strengthen their defenses. I have a feeling big trouble is coming."

Strange frowned.

The one who can make him feel such a strong sense of crisis must be an extremely powerful enemy with ill intentions.

Based on his understanding of the magical world, if a threat of this level were to arrive, Kamar-Taj would face an unprecedented test.

The king did not dare to delay for a moment, as he was fully aware of the seriousness of the situation.

He quickly stretched out his hands, a mysterious blue light appeared on his palms, and he muttered something.

Through communication magic, he conveyed Strange's orders to every wizard as quickly as possible.

In an instant, Kamar-Taj was bustling with activity.

The mages who were originally practicing and studying magic in various corners stopped what they were doing, quickly packed up their magic equipment, rushed to their respective posts, and carried out their defense tasks in an orderly manner.

Mysterious runes lit up around Kamar-Taj, emitting ancient and powerful power fluctuations.

As the runes flickered, a huge, hemispherical barrier slowly rose.

This barrier is formed by the wisdom and power of generations of wizards and is Kamar-Taj's strongest line of defense.

It flickers with a faint blue light, like an indestructible shield, guarding Kamar-Taj closely.

At the same time, huge magic cannons were slowly pushed out and placed at various strategic points in the castle.

The cannon bodies are engraved with complex magic runes, and each cannon emits powerful magical fluctuations.

The guns were pointed at the distance, always ready to face the coming storm.
These magical cannons are one of Kamar-Taj's ultimate weapons to deal with powerful enemies. Once fired, they are enough to cause devastating damage to the enemy.

The mages were busy around the magic cannons, making final adjustments and preparations to ensure that they could exert their maximum power at the critical moment.

On the other side, Weiss slowly raised his hands, palms facing each other, closed his eyes, and muttered something.

As he moved, the space was gently torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

(End of this chapter)