The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 538

"Annihilation!"

The four monarchs, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel, roared in unison.

Their voices came together, resounding like a huge bell throughout every corner of heaven.

Following this shout, the power of the four elements of fire, water, wind, and earth surged wildly in the barrier, entangled with each other, like a giant dragon dancing fiercely, releasing endless energy.

This force continued to merge, eventually forming an extremely terrifying chaotic force, carrying the aura of destroying everything.

This chaotic force was like a greedy devourer, destroying everything in its path instantly.

The entire space within the barrier was reduced to dust.

Under the impact of this irresistible force, David was like a fragile leaf, torn into pieces by the strong wind, leaving no trace of residue.

"died?"

An angel said with a hint of relief that was hard to conceal.

"As expected of the Four Great Monarchs."

Another angel quickly echoed, his eyes full of admiration and worship.

The other angels breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the terrifying enemy that had given them so much trouble had finally disappeared.

Just as this brief peace had just arrived, the sky suddenly changed. The originally clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds, and then heavy rain poured down.

This scene stunned all the angels.

Heaven is a sacred and inviolable pure land, a symbol of purity and beauty. How could it rain here, and at that, strange black rain?

"careful!"

The Seraph keenly sensed something was wrong and shouted a warning.

But it was too late. The black raindrops fell on the angels like sharp arrows carrying evil curses.

The bodies of the angels attacked by the black raindrops underwent terrible changes in an instant. Their skin began to turn shiny black, like rocks eroded by darkness. Their eyes also lost their original sacred luster and turned into empty black.

The bodies began to twist and deform, transforming into hideous black monsters.

The black monster let out a creepy roar, which sounded like a desperate cry coming from the depths of hell.

They waved their twisted limbs and pounced on the surrounding angels like crazy beasts.

The angels, who had been relieved by David's disappearance, fell into panic and chaos again.

They all picked up their weapons and tried frantically to resist these monsters transformed from their companions, but the power of these monsters seemed to be stronger than they imagined, and as the black raindrops continued to fall, the number of monsters continued to increase.

In the distance, God watched all this quietly, with an unfathomable expression on his face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The four monarchs also frowned, their eyes revealing a hint of worry and confusion.

The black rain seemed to be controlled by an invisible mysterious giant hand, gathering in the air at an astonishing speed.

They kept rolling and stirring, like boiling black magma, with a heart-pounding momentum.

In just a moment, a gigantic David appeared before everyone. His towering figure was almost as tall as the surrounding magnificent buildings and rolling mountains, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

At the same time, the Black Death Sword also underwent amazing changes, becoming extremely large, and the black light emanating from the sword became increasingly intense. The light seemed like an endless dark abyss, as if it could devour everything in the world.

David's eyes flashed with a crazy and resolute light, which was like a burning black flame, full of desire for destruction.

He held the Black Death Sword tightly with both hands, swung the huge Black Death Sword, and slashed at God fiercely.
The huge sword blade cut through the air, bringing with it a whistling sound.

The Seraph stepped forward without hesitation and stood in front of God, trying to block the deadly attack with his own body.

Under the terrifying power of the Black Death Sword, the Seraph was chopped away without any resistance.

His wings, which were originally huge and as white as snow and symbolized holiness and majesty, became like fragile gauze in the face of this despairingly powerful impact and lost their effect in an instant.

His body uncontrollably drew a long arc in the air, like a meteor falling from the sky, rapidly falling towards the distant sky island.

The Seraph slammed heavily onto the distant sky island. The huge impact force caused the entire sky island to tremble violently, as if it was hit by a strong earthquake.

The rocks on the island rolled down one after another, and the vegetation was uprooted by the powerful force and scattered everywhere.

The body of the Seraph was like an extremely sharp wedge, piercing through the Sky Island.

An astonishingly huge pit appeared on the surface of the sky island, and hideous cracks appeared on the surrounding ground, as if it was torn apart by an invisible giant hand, which looked extremely terrifying.

At this moment, the Seraph was lying quietly in the deep pit, and his once spotless white robe was now tattered, covered with cracks and tears.

He was burned in many places by the evil power of the Black Death Sword, and blood was constantly gushing out of the wounds. The golden blood flowed down his body.

Outside the Sky Island, David held the enormous Black Death Sword.

The black torrent surrounded him like a loyal guard, surging continuously.

And God still stood there quietly, with the divine light flickering faintly on his body.

The four monarchs saw this scene and reacted quickly.

They had a tacit understanding with each other and quickly gathered around David, ready to once again unleash that powerful force that could return all things in the world to chaos.

But David had anticipated their actions.

His body suddenly transformed into a black torrent, as fast as lightning, breaking through the blockade of the four monarchs with astonishing impact force.

The black torrent was like a ferocious dragon, with its fangs bared and claws brandished, sweeping towards God with overwhelming momentum.

God stood there quietly, watching all this happen, without a trace of panic on his face.

The black torrent that David transformed into was like a surging wave, about to sweep into God at the critical moment.

A ball of fire, so bright that it was almost impossible to look directly at, suddenly appeared in front of God without any warning.

The fireball was extremely dazzling, like a small sun that exploded in an instant, emitting an extremely hot breath. The surrounding air was ignited by this heat wave, making a sizzling sound and distorting.

What appeared in the fireball was the Seraph.

Seraph, since the moment of its birth in Heaven, has been a symbol of light.

(End of this chapter)