The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 539

Countless long years passed by, and he always followed God faithfully.

In every corner of heaven, his figure shining with holy light is left.

At the same time, he is the sharpest and most deadly sword in God's hand.

Whenever the shadow of evil looms and a force that challenges God's authority emerges, the Seraphs always stand up without hesitation or fear.

The Seraph's hand was tightly gripping the greatsword, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Under the blazing light of the fireball, the sword shone brightly and dazzlingly, as if all the sun's rays were concentrated on this small blade, emitting terrifying power.

His eyes burned with rage and were filled with determination. He stared intently at David and roared in a voice as loud as a bell: "Heretic!"

The sound exploded in heaven like thunder, full of majesty and anger.

As soon as he finished speaking, Seraph made a move that shocked everyone.

He resolutely set his body on fire, and the holy light and the blazing fire merged into one in an instant, interweaving into a powerful and terrifying force.

The flame is not an ordinary fire, but a golden flame with divine power. Every flame exudes an awe-inspiring aura, as if the wrath of heaven is burning.

No one expected that the black water, which originally seemed indestructible and invincible, would actually be ignited by the burning of the golden flame.

The flames spread rapidly along the black water like nimble little snakes, at an extremely fast speed, attacking David's entire body.

In just a blink of an eye, David's body was covered by the golden flames. The flames seemed to have their own will, tightly wrapping around him. No matter how David struggled, he could not extinguish them.

The intense pain hit David like a surging tide, making him unable to help but let out a deafening roar, and his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

Under this unbearable pain and torture, David had to give up his giant form, and his body quickly shrank and returned to its normal size.

At this moment, he was kneeling heavily on one knee on the ground, holding the Black Death Sword tightly with both hands, his knuckles had turned bluish-white, and his body was twitching constantly because of pain.

But even in such an embarrassing situation, his eyes were still full of unwillingness and anger. His eyes were like two burning flames, staring at the Seraph in front of him. The hatred in his heart was like a flame poured with oil, burning more and more vigorously.

As for Seraph, although the burning of his body caused him to suffer tremendous pain and every second was like suffering in purgatory, there was no fear or regret on his face.

He stood there upright, like a sacred and inviolable judge, looking at David with cold eyes, quietly waiting for his destruction.

David was mercilessly burned by the golden flames and was almost losing consciousness in pain. Suddenly, a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes, like a fire of hope burning in the darkness.

He suddenly opened his hand, as if giving an order that could not be disobeyed.

Those black monsters that had long been enslaved by the Black Death Sword seemed to be summoned by some mysterious power. They abandoned the ongoing battle without hesitation and rushed towards him frantically.

These monsters have different shapes, some have twisted limbs, some have hideous faces, but at this moment they have a common goal, which is to use their bodies to cover the blazing flames on David.

They had no fear and no feeling of pain. They only knew to obey David's orders and go through fire and water for him.

With the monsters' continued efforts, the golden flame that was originally extremely ferocious and seemed to want to devour David completely actually began to weaken and extinguish little by little.

When the last trace of flame finally disappeared, David slowly stood up. Although his posture was still a little shaky, his eyes were cold and full of power. Then, he gently waved his arm, absorbing all the remaining black monsters.

The moment those monsters touched his body, they turned into a black energy and quickly merged into his body like a drop of water merging into the sea.

As the black energy continued to absorb, the originally hideous wounds on David's body healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin in the place that was originally bloody and mangled gradually became smooth as before, as if the wounds had never appeared.

This is the amazing and somewhat rogue ability of the Black Death Sword. Not only can it enslave the souls of gods and make them its own combat tools, it can also use the power contained in these souls to heal its own injuries.

It is precisely because of this that the gods are so wary of this sword and regard it as the greatest threat.

At this time, the Seraph had burned out his last bit of strength.

His body became transparent, as if it were an illusory existence composed of light and shadow.

Slowly, his body gradually turned into countless points of light, like drifting snowflakes, slowly dissipating in the air.

When the low-level angels witnessed this scene, their hearts were filled with grief and despair, and they burst into tears.

Their cries echoed in heaven, and their sorrow was beyond words.

In stark contrast, there was no obvious emotion on the faces of God and the four monarchs.

“Hallelujah~”

The soft and sad voices of the low-level angels were the first to sound in heaven, like sighs floating in the breeze. The voices flowed from the softest part of their hearts, carrying endless longing for the deceased Seraphim.

With this initial note, as if it were an invisible call, more and more angels joined the chanting.

The sound of the hymns was like the rising tide, turning into an invisible yet powerful wave that quickly spread throughout heaven.

The singing became louder and louder, gradually becoming as shocking as a huge bell, resounding through the sky.

Along with this passionate yet sad song, a strange and spectacular scene appeared in the sky.

They are tall and straight, full of majesty, and exude a sacred aura that naturally makes people feel awe. They are the embodiment of the power of heaven.

In front of the saints is an army of the most devout believers.

These believers are dressed in gorgeous and solemn clothes, and the patterns and decorations on their clothes sparkle with mysterious light.

They held weapons that symbolized their faith and were lined up in neat rows, like a well-trained steel division.

Their eyes are full of determination and loyalty, which penetrates all difficulties and obstacles, revealing a determination to give everything for heaven and God.

Their steps were steady and powerful, each step was extremely solid and made a neat sound.

(End of this chapter)