The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 535 Heaven
Without thinking, David swung his arm violently, and the Black Death Sword in his hand shot out like a black lightning.

In all the stories he knew, Mephisto always appeared as a villain, cunning, insidious, and hard to guard against.

Although David was filled with hatred for God, it did not mean that he would trust the devil.

The sword blade, wrapped in a sharp momentum, pierced Mephisto fiercely.

Mephisto's body was like a bubble, instantly turning into countless tiny bubbles and slowly dissipating in the air.

"How dare you!"

An angry roar suddenly sounded from behind David.

David reacted extremely quickly and turned around quickly. He saw Mephisto holding his hat tightly with his right hand. His originally deep eyes had turned red as blood. The evil aura emanating from his body was so strong that it almost condensed into substance, as if it could dye the surrounding air black.

However, because he was afraid of the Black Death Sword emitting mysterious light in David's hand, Mephisto did not launch further attacks immediately.

"It seems that your reputation is indeed not very good."

In this tense and almost suffocating atmosphere, a leisurely voice suddenly sounded, breaking the suffocating silence.

Weiss walked out slowly at a leisurely pace.

"I'm Wes Erwin."

Weiss introduced himself calmly.

David really didn't expect that he would meet two such "important" people one after another that night.

The outbreak of the war is absolutely related to Wes in front of him. He lost his loved ones and homeland and suffered endless pain. Wes is also to blame for all this.

"go to hell!"

The hatred that had been pent up in his heart for a long time erupted like a giant powder keg that was ignited, turning into a surging black wave that broke the dam in an instant.

Along with this angry roar, the Black Death Sword held tightly in his hand suddenly burst out with a sharp and terrifying black sword light.

The sword light, carrying a strong aura of destruction, flew straight towards Weiss, as if it wanted to devour Weiss completely.

"Hey, your reputation isn't much better."

Mephisto's low and somewhat teasing voice sounded slowly.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, forming a mocking arc as he teased Weiss maliciously, his words full of gloating.

Weiss's face suddenly turned gloomy.

He snorted coldly through his teeth.

"Do it!"

Mephisto nodded slightly, and the black hat on his head also shook slightly.
He muttered to himself and began to chant a series of obscure spells.

As he continued to chant the spell, the air around him began to twist and vibrate as if being manipulated by an invisible giant hand.

The next second, a flash of light appeared and David, Weiss and Mephisto disappeared from their original position.

What comes into view is a world of white. The light is soft and warm, just like the warmest sunshine in spring, gently falling on the body without being dazzling at all.

If you feel it carefully, this light seems to have a magical power that can gradually calm people's originally tense hearts.

David's eyes continued to wander around, and he discovered that there were several floating islands around him.

These sky islands have various shapes and are very strange.

Some are like giant mushrooms, with rounded tops that seem to protect against wind and rain;

Some are like giant dragons winding and circling, and their agile posture seems as if they are about to take off in the next second.

They just float quietly in this white space, exuding a mysterious and charming atmosphere.

From the island, a melodious sound of music can be heard, the melody is as beautiful as the gurgling of a mountain stream, ding-dong, crisp and pleasant;
It is also like a gentle breeze in the woods, blowing gently and bringing a hint of coolness.

The music, like a gentle hand, gently caressed David's heart. At the same time, the air was filled with a hint of sweetness, a rich and fragrant scent, as if mixed with the aroma of the most beautiful flowers in the world, which made people involuntarily take a deep breath.

Everything in front of you is like a dream, like a fairyland, and like a paradise, which makes people intoxicated.

"What is this place?"

David's voice trembled unconsciously, filled with deep doubts and a hint of uneasiness.

He subconsciously gripped the Black Death Sword tightly in his hand; it was his only support.

Although the surrounding environment was breathtakingly beautiful and dreamlike, his vigilance remained undiminished.

"Hey, as a believer, you are really incompetent."

Mephisto's familiar voice sounded again.

Because he had cast a powerful spell before and consumed a lot of energy, his body shrank rapidly and became only half his height.

There was a hint of fatigue on his face but there was still a cunning glint in his eyes.

"This is paradise."

"Heaven??!"

When David heard the answer, he froze as if he had been cast under a spell.

This was the place he had longed for and dreamed of reaching during countless desperate nights, alone in the darkness.

Heaven is a sacred and inviolable palace, an ideal place where all the beautiful things in the world are gathered, and a pure land where tired souls can find rest.

But now, when he was really here, he felt extremely strange and uneasy.

"It smells like the devil."

A clear and majestic voice broke the silence.

A group of angels were flapping their snow-white, broad and powerful wings and flying towards here at a rapid speed.

They were dressed in white robes that fluttered in the wind. Against the vast white background, they looked particularly holy, emitting circles of soft light.

"give it to you."

Mephisto disappeared again.

David was the only one left at the scene.

"Judge him!"

The angels did not hesitate or ask any questions.

The bow is drawn and the arrow tip flashes with holy light.

There was a neat sound of bowstrings, and countless arrows shot towards David like meteors.

David gripped the hilt of the Black Death Sword, his knuckles turning white from the force.

With a low roar, he swung the Black Death Sword violently. The blade flashed through the air like black lightning, drawing powerful black arcs.

The arrows shot by the angels were like fragile glass that could not withstand a single blow the moment they touched the blade of the Black Death Sword.

They shattered into pieces with a crackling sound.

When the angels saw that their attacks were so easily resolved, a hint of shock flashed in their eyes.

David took the initiative and rushed forward to meet the angels.

The Black Death Sword seemed to come alive in his hands, like a nimble black dragon, stabbing left and right, flying up and down, with agile and swift movements.

(End of this chapter)