The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 557

Wes narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed crowd before him like a hawk's. A faint smile played on his lips, a smile that carried a hint of confidence, a touch of amusement, and a hint of disdain.

Wes glanced at the numerous heroes and troops before him with disdain, a cold smile flashing across his face.

He took a box from behind him.

He casually tossed the box into the air, where it traced a graceful arc before shattering into pieces to the astonishment of the onlookers.

In an instant, an aura so powerful it was heart-pounding and terrifying spread rapidly like a tidal wave.

With a deep and soul-stirring roar, a legion of 30,000 wizards appeared out of thin air without warning.

They were dressed in long, jet-black robes, and held staffs that emitted a faint blue light in their hands. The light seemed to come from the flames of hell, and it exuded a chilling aura.

Their eyes were icy cold and filled with murderous intent. They were lined up neatly, like a black, surging torrent. Wherever they went, a sense of oppression would overwhelm you, making it hard to breathe.

At the same time, thousands of pacifist vehicles also appeared in everyone's view.

These tall and imposing robots, their bodies gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, and the various weapons they were equipped with, flashed dangerously under the lights, as if ready to devour life at any moment.

They stand silently like giant steel beasts, like a group of ruthless killers, waiting for their master's command to pounce on the enemy without hesitation.

What shocked everyone even more was that dozens of seraphim also appeared.

Black Panther, Doctor Strange, Iron Man, and the others witnessed this sudden and astonishing change, their faces instantly turning ashen.

They were initially full of confidence, believing they had made ample preparations and were certain of victory, and would take down Wes in one fell swoop. However, they never expected that Wes would have such a powerful and terrifying backup plan, which was completely unexpected.

"They thought I was off guard."

Wes's voice was icy and sarcastic, echoing clearly in the extremely tense atmosphere.

He swung his right arm sharply, a fierce glint in his eyes, and roared, "Kill them!"

As Wes's order was given like thunder, the 30,000-strong wizard legion launched a fierce attack.

They chanted incantations in a low, eerie voice, rapidly waving their staffs. Beams of black magic shot out like arrows towards the superheroes and cosmic armies, scorching and distorting the air wherever they went.

Thousands of pacifists also sprang into action, charging towards the enemy with heavy, powerful strides, like an iron torrent. Their weapons were firing at full power, constantly spewing out scorching flames and dense bullets, instantly engulfing the space in front of them in a sea of ​​fire.

Dozens of seraphim took flight, circling gracefully in the air, keenly searching for the best opportunity to attack, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy. Each flap of their wings seemed to play a death symphony.

The superheroes and the cosmic army reacted swiftly, bravely confronting the enemy.

Iron Man was the first to fly out like an arrow, his armor firing at full power, continuously launching powerful energy beams in an attempt to block the wizard legion's magical attacks. The energy beams intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable protective net.

Black Panther led the Wakanda army, armed with spears and vibranium weapons, shouting slogans as they fearlessly charged towards the pacifists. Their eyes were resolute, filled with the will to fight, as they engaged in a fierce battle with the steel behemoth.

Doctor Strange rapidly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, unleashing powerful and mysterious magic. He engaged in a fierce magical duel with the wizards, their magical light flashing in the air like fireworks, yet concealing deadly danger.

Within the entire mirrored space, shouts of battle, the whooshing of magic, and the roar of weapons intertwined, creating a tragic yet stirring symphony of combat, as if the end of the world had arrived, and everything had fallen into endless chaos and destruction. Doctor Strange, Iron Man, Hulk, Captain America, and the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy reacted swiftly, cooperating seamlessly like well-trained hunters, quickly surrounding Wes.

They knew in their hearts that in this chaotic and difficult battle, if they could eliminate Wes, as the leader of the enemy, they might be able to break the passive situation and turn the tide.

However, the situation was now like a taut bowstring, hanging by a thread, and they had very little time left, making every second incredibly precious.

The wizard legion led by Wes was like a surging black tide, sweeping towards the Allied forces with an unstoppable momentum.

As soon as the two sides clashed, the allied forces were forced to retreat repeatedly by this powerful force, completely unable to resist.

In just one encounter, the coalition forces suffered heavy casualties, with thousands lying in pools of blood, staining the ground red. The horrific scene was shocking and terrifying.

In this critical, life-or-death moment, Star-Lord did not hesitate or back down for a moment. He decisively raised his gun, aimed at Wes, and pulled the trigger.

The bullets whistled through the air like black lightning, their sharp sounds particularly jarring in the tense atmosphere.

Meanwhile, others also took action, each leveraging their own strengths.

The Hulk let out a deafening roar that echoed through the heavens, a sound as powerful as thunder, and strode forward, lunging at Wes, the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly with his run.

"Lei Ying!!"

Billions of volts of lightning emanated from Wes, raging through the air like angry dragons.

A dazzling flash of lightning instantly illuminated the entire mirror space, powerful electric currents crackled in the air, and a pungent burning smell filled the air; the terrifying scene inspired fear.

Seeing this, Doctor Strange quickly cast a spell, moving his hands rapidly and chanting incantations, creating an incredibly strong shield for everyone.

Faced with the fierce attack from the crowd, Wes showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he opened his arms wide.

In an instant, countless streams of magma surged forth from the earth, like a scorching and merciless torrent, rapidly spreading and engulfing the entire mirror space.

The scalding lava radiated a suffocating heat, mercilessly engulfing everything in its path; the ground melted, and thick heat filled the air.

The wizards rode flying broomsticks, nimbly weaving through the air and skillfully avoiding the onslaught of lava.

The seraphim, with their enormous wings, soared high into the air and easily escaped the disaster.

However, many of the superheroes lacked the ability to fly, and they found themselves in extreme danger from the impact of the lava.

Many people were burned by the lava, screaming in agony. The Allied forces suffered increasingly heavy losses, and the situation became even more dire.

At this critical moment of life and death, Doctor Strange concentrated all his energy. His eyes were focused and firm, his hands quickly formed complex hand seals, and he chanted incantations.

As he moved, the originally raging magma began to flow slowly and was gradually transferred to other areas of the mirror space.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and was able to catch their breath for a moment.

(End of this chapter)