The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 560

Black Panther, with his agile and nimble movements, darted swiftly through the water like a fish, dodging debris while shouting loudly, trying to organize an effective rescue operation and lead everyone through the crisis.

Wes, witnessing this chaotic scene, wore a satisfied smile.

At this moment, Wakanda's streets were in ruins, and the people were fleeing in panic.
Shouts, cries, and the roar of the water mingled together, creating a mournful symphony.

The Wakanda army acted swiftly, racing against time to carry out rescue operations. Disregarding their own safety, they jumped into the water to try to rescue people trapped in the flood.

The superheroes gradually regained their footing and began to cooperate seamlessly with each other.

Without warning, a bone-chilling cold swept in with tremendous force, and the surrounding temperature seemed to be violently pulled down by an invisible hand, dropping at an astonishing speed.

In just a second, Wakanda, which was ravaged by raging floods, was transformed into a desolate, icy world as if by a cruel spell.

The raging floodwaters froze rapidly in a very short time, and huge, sharp icicles rose from the ground, standing densely packed together. Under the pale light, they exuded a chilling aura, as if they were a striking footnote to the world's descent into despair.

Under the relentless and fierce attacks, the superhero alliance was already disoriented and in a state of extreme panic and helplessness.

The cold, like countless tiny ice needles, pierced their bodies relentlessly, stiffening their muscles and slowing their movements.

Many people didn't even have time to react before being mercilessly frozen by the sudden and severe cold.

Their eyes widened in horror and resentment as they watched helplessly as they were encased in layers of thick ice, unable to move, as if frozen in time.

"Come on, let's have the final battle."

Wes's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the depths of hell, and filled with a chilling, intimidating power.

At this moment, he was like a high and mighty, arrogant demon god, floating lightly in the air, his eyes filled with contempt as he looked down at the disheveled and desperate allied forces below.

Behind him, several enormous spatial tunnels, like gates leading to unknown terrors, emitted a mysterious and eerie light. A steady stream of reinforcements poured out of the tunnels.

Wes's lips curled into a cold smile as he cast a seemingly simple spell on the allied forces below—the Disarming Charm.

This spell, with just a little practice, might be easy for a third-year magic student to master.

However, with the support of Wes's powerful, almost terrifying magic, it instantly unleashed a force almost like a rule.

An invisible yet extremely powerful force spread rapidly like a surging tide, changing everything in its path.

Tony's prized Iron Man suit seemed to be suddenly controlled by a mysterious force, disintegrating uncontrollably. Pieces of it seemed to have their own consciousness, falling off and scattering across the ice.
Black Panther's originally incredibly sturdy battle suit, capable of withstanding powerful attacks, instantly lost its effectiveness under the impact of this force, slowly sliding off his body like a withered leaf.
Steve's shield, a symbol of justice and courage, was as if it had been violently struck by an invisible hand, flying through the air in an arc before crashing heavily onto the distant ice with a dull thud.

Moreover, all the weapons, armor, aircraft, and other equipment of the coalition forces fell off under the influence of this mysterious force.

The superheroes stared in astonishment, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. They never imagined that they would lose their most powerful weapon at this critical moment that would determine their survival.

While they were still in a daze, bewildered by this sudden turn of events,

The wizards, who had been waiting in the wings, seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack.

They rode flying broomsticks, whizzing past like black lightning bolts, so fast that no one could react in time.

The wand in his hand continuously spewed out deadly beams of magic. These beams were either eerie green or dark red, and wherever they touched, the ice and snow melted instantly, and the ground was scorched into black craters.

At this point, Wakanda had become a living hell.

On that vast, snow-covered land, the battle raged fiercely. Though the superheroes had lost the protection of their equipment, like eagles without wings, their inherent courage and conviction remained undiminished.

They gritted their teeth, their eyes revealing determination and unyielding spirit, and continued to fight tenaciously against the enemy.

However, reality proved incredibly harsh; faced with a large and powerful enemy, their resistance became increasingly difficult.

As time went on, their strength gradually depleted, their wounds multiplied, and their situation became increasingly dangerous.

Wes's eyes were as cold as frost, his face as still as water, and he suddenly reached out without warning.

In an instant, the black chains shot out like hungry, venomous snakes, hissing and swooping.

They drew black arcs in the air, precisely wrapping around the Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy members.

The chains bound their bodies tightly, like strong shackles, rendering them unable to move. Then, they began to frantically and greedily extract their souls.

The superheroes, bound by chains, instantly showed expressions of unbearable pain on their faces.

They twisted and writhed, struggling desperately to break free from the nightmarish bonds, but all their efforts were in vain.

Tony Stark's lips trembled slightly, and a few muffled sounds escaped his throat. Anger, resentment, and deep worry for his family and future were swirling wildly within him.

"We could have lived in peace."

Wes's voice was like a cold wind, echoing slowly across the desolate battlefield completely shrouded in ice and snow, carrying intense disdain and icy indifference.

He looked down at these once-renowned and invincible superheroes, as if admiring a masterpiece he had meticulously crafted.

Upon hearing Wes's words, a flash of anger instantly appeared in Tony's eyes. He widened his eyes, wanting to open his mouth to retort, but the black chains tightened even more, making his throat constricted and rendering him unable to speak.

(End of this chapter)