The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 536 Appearance
Every swing brought out a strong gust of wind, making the surrounding air whistle and make a sharp whistling sound.

An angel wielded a long sword burning with golden flames, and with a blazing light, he chopped it down fiercely at David's head.

David's eyes flashed, and he keenly sensed the danger. He quickly dodged to the side, as agile as a cheetah, and easily avoided the fierce attack.

At the same time, he swung the Black Death Sword in his hand, and a black sword energy shot out like a black silk thread, instantly cutting off the angel's arm.

The angel let out a scream of pain, and golden blood spurted out of his broken arm like a fountain.

David did not pause for a moment, seizing the opportunity when the angels' formation was temporarily in disarray due to the injury of their companions, and his figure shuttled among the group of angels like a ghost.

Under his control, the Black Death Sword was like the scythe of the god of death, constantly reaping the lives of angels.

All of a sudden, the bodies of the angels fell down like withered flowers, and golden blood sprayed everywhere like a fountain, dyeing the originally snow-white ground around them into a shocking golden color.

David stepped heavily on a fallen white wing. The feathers on the wing were soaked with golden blood, looking messy and losing their original holiness and beauty.

His face was also splashed with the angel's golden blood. The blood slowly slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his clothes, staining his clothes with golden spots.

"So you will die too."

David originally thought that angels were high and mighty, invincible beings, and symbols of holiness and justice. But now, seeing with his own eyes these creatures, whom he once regarded as sacred, falling one after another under his sword, his awe of the so-called gods and heaven had long since disappeared.

At this moment, the fire of hatred in his heart burned even more fiercely, like a raging fire that could not be extinguished.

A pair of black wings suddenly grew out from David's back. The wings were condensed from dark magic that was so thick that it seemed to be tangible.

David only felt a strong push coming from behind. The force was so strong that he couldn't help but fly rapidly towards the sky island.

During the flight, the strong wind whistled across his face like a ferocious beast, making his hair and clothes rustle, but he held the Black Death Sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

After David left, Wes and Mephisto appeared quietly.

Mephisto was as excited as a madman, dancing with an almost crazy smile on his face.

“This is truly the most wonderful play I have ever seen in my life.”

As he spoke excitedly, he kept rubbing his hands together, with a gloating gleam in his eyes.

For him, the thought that Heaven, a place he had long regarded as his mortal enemy, was about to face a huge disaster and trouble filled his heart with irrepressible pleasure.

Weiss completely ignored Mephisto's excitement and began to collect the blood of the angels on the ground.

At the same time, Mephisto opened his bloody mouth with a hideous look, and swallowed the corpses of the angels into his stomach without hesitation.

With each corpse he devoured, his body expanded slightly.

"boom!!"

A deafening roar suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere.

Without any warning, an empty island began to shake violently, as if a strong earthquake had occurred.

On the Sky Island, David was caught in a fierce battle. He kept wielding the Black Death Sword, the blade flashing with a cold light, and started a desperate struggle with the angels guarding the island.

During the battle, David gradually became familiar with the characteristics of the Black Death Sword, and the powerful power of the Black Death Sword began to slowly emerge.

Every time it was swung, a black sword energy was released. That sword energy was able to tear through space, and wherever it went, the angels were unable to avoid it.

The angel hit by the sword energy turned into ashes in an instant, as if it had never existed.

There was no more confusion and fear in David's eyes, replaced by determination and resoluteness.

The Black Death Sword in his hand may be the key to changing all this, and in this thrilling battle, he will completely rewrite his own destiny and make those once high and mighty gods pay a heavy price for their deeds.

In this dreamlike paradise ravaged by war, the melodious music once again lingered like a gentle breeze.

This melody is ethereal and sacred, with an otherworldly power that can penetrate the deepest part of every soul and touch the softest part of people's hearts.

Accompanied by this beautiful music, a six-winged, four-headed seraph slowly emerged from nothingness.

His six wings were as white as snow, emitting a soft yet dazzling light. Every time they flapped gently, they brought up a holy breeze, which seemed to be mixed with a faint floral fragrance, making people feel relaxed and comfortable.

His four heads each showed a different solemn face, with a solemn and sacred expression, and they sang in unison praising the name of God. The sound was grand and shocking, and it echoed for a long time in the entire space of heaven like a huge bell, as if to let all things in the world know the greatness of God.

Immediately afterwards, the four monarchs Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

Michael was wearing a glittering golden armor that seemed to be woven from the finest gold threads, sparkling in the sunlight.

Gabriel holds an exquisite trumpet in his hand, his face gentle yet majestic, as if he is God's messenger, ready to blow the trumpet at any time to convey God's will.

His eyes revealed a kind of tranquility and peace, which made people feel extremely at ease.

Raphael is surrounded by a warm and healing light, which is like the sunshine in spring, soft and full of vitality.

With a slight wave of the scepter in his hand, he can dispel the pain and suffering in the world and give people hope and strength.

Uriel's eyes were as sharp as torches, revealing a firm sense of justice.

Surrounded and protected by the four great monarchs, the figure of God slowly emerged.

He exudes a divine light that cannot be described in words. The light is soft yet contains endless power, as if it is the original power of the universe.

When people look up at him, they can't help but feel a deep sense of awe in their hearts, as if they are so small and insignificant in front of this sacred being.

Surrounding God are a group of little angels, holding various exquisite musical instruments in their hands, such as harps, flutes, etc.

Music flows slowly from their fingertips. This music seems to have a magical power that can cleanse people's souls and expose all the sins and filth in the world.

The heaven that had become chaotic and devastated by the fierce battle between David and the angels now seemed to have regained its former tranquility and solemnity under this sacred scene, as if all the disputes had never happened.

(End of this chapter)