The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 561

Wes seemed to be able to read his mind, and with a slight, meaningful smile, he said, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for your family."

However, Weiss's statement was nothing but a complete and utter lie.

The principle that "wildfire cannot burn it all, the spring breeze will bring it back to life" is as simple as it sounds.

As long as these superheroes' families are still alive, they could very well become a threat to them someday in the future.

He has always acted ruthlessly and decisively, and would never leave himself any future troubles.

The so-called "not harming their families" is nothing more than offering these superheroes a false sense of comfort before their deaths, allowing them to walk towards destruction with a sliver of self-deceptive hope amidst despair.

As their souls were continuously extracted, the superheroes' bodies weakened at a visible rate, and their eyes gradually lost their former luster, becoming dull and lifeless.

"stop!"

Just as everyone's souls were being mercilessly extracted, their faces contorted in pain and suffering unbearable agony, Doctor Strange's voice, like the resounding of a great bell, shattered the oppressive atmosphere of this deathly silent battlefield.

He was frantic, his hands moving rapidly like phantoms as he chanted incantations, quickly employing a mysterious technique to try and stabilize the ever-decreasing souls of the Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy members.

The Avengers hold a pivotal position among superheroes, serving as a benchmark for the forces of justice.

If these superheroes were to perish here, the impact on the entire world would be devastating.

Countless people will be plunged into boundless fear and despair, the belief in justice will suffer a heavy blow, and the world may fall into a dark abyss.

However, Weiss was not about to give up so easily.

He snorted coldly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, and increased the output of his magic. The black chains seemed to be driven by a powerful force, pulling at the souls with increasing force. A powerful suction force seemed to form between the chains and the souls, emitting a chilling sound.

Seeing this, Doctor Strange gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and used all his magic to fight back.

For a moment, a thrilling tug-of-war seemed to unfold between the two, their powerful magic colliding and surging in the air, creating visible ripples that scattered snow and cracked the ground wherever they passed.
Under the pull of this powerful force, the souls of the people were constantly being dragged back and forth. The pain was like thousands of steel needles piercing the depths of their souls at the same time, far exceeding any torture in the world.

Their faces were contorted with pain, their bodies trembled violently and uncontrollably, and they uttered heart-wrenching groans.

"Greetings, Venerable Master."

Just as Doctor Strange was completely focused on fighting Wes and had no time to spare, a deep and sinister voice sounded behind him.

Doctor Strange was startled, keenly sensing a sinister aura emanating from hell that sent chills down his spine.

Before he could react, a black light flashed like lightning, and Mephisto's cane, carrying a sharp killing intent, pierced straight through his chest like a sharp blade.

At this moment, Doctor Strange was completely absorbed in the fierce battle with Wes on a spiritual level. His mind was highly focused, and he was oblivious to everything around him. Naturally, he was completely unaware of the deadly attack coming from behind.

Just as Mephisto's cane pierced his chest like lightning, Doctor Strange felt a powerful and extremely evil force surge into his body like a raging black tide.

For Doctor Strange, the physical injuries he suffered were not actually the most difficult problem.

With the countless spells and mystical arts he had studied and mastered over the years, he had countless ways to heal physical wounds. However, this time the situation was completely different. Mephisto brought dark power from hell, an evil force that, like corrosive venom, swiftly and viciously invaded his soul.

Doctor Strange could clearly feel that his soul was being eroded like never before. The pain was not physical, but a tearing sensation that went deep into his soul, as if his soul was being twisted and shattered bit by bit.

In fact, Mephisto had long been hiding in the shadows of the battlefield, like a lurking wolf, quietly waiting for the perfect moment to strike and kill.

He was fully aware of Doctor Strange's power and knew he must not reveal himself rashly, otherwise he might suffer an unbearable backlash.

This desperate attack, while successfully inflicting heavy damage on Doctor Strange, also instantly exhausted all the power of his clone.

But Mephisto felt no pity or reluctance. Instead, he threw his head back and burst into a triumphant laugh, which echoed across the desolate battlefield, filled with endless evil and pleasure: "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

He laughed and spoke, his eyes gleaming with a mad and greedy light, as if at this moment he had achieved his long-cherished wish.

However, a barely perceptible hint of regret also flashed through those crazed eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured with a hint of regret, "It's a pity you're not the Ancient One."

Deep down, Mephisto believed that the Ancient One was the opponent he had always longed to defeat.

In his view, the Ancient One's powerful magic and unfathomable wisdom were what truly made him wary.

Although Doctor Strange is also very powerful and has a deep understanding of magic, compared to the Ancient One, in Mephisto's eyes, he always seems to be a little lacking.

Weiss, however, astutely seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Taking advantage of Doctor Strange's severe injury and extreme weakness, leaving him powerless to resist, he unhesitatingly increased the output of his soul-extracting magic.

The black chains seemed to be instantly infused with even greater power, and began to spin wildly, emitting chilling sounds.

The chains, like the greedy claws of a demon, slowly and painstakingly extracted the souls of the Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy members from their bodies.

Faced with this overwhelming force, the superheroes struggled with all their might. Some even twisted their bodies frantically, trying to break free of the chains, while others shouted loudly, trying to dispel the fear and despair in their hearts with their voices. However, all of this was in vain.

Their eyes gradually filled with despair and resentment as they watched helplessly as their souls, the souls that carried their memories, emotions, and power, were slowly taken away by Wess. They were powerless to stop it and could only watch as the gears of fate turned toward the darkest direction.

As their souls were continuously extracted, the superheroes grew increasingly weak, their life force gradually fading. Their skin lost its color, becoming as pale as paper, and their eyes became empty and lifeless.

The battlefield was now shrouded in a suffocating silence.

Doctor Strange, severely injured and lying on the ground, trembled slightly, his life force as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

Mephisto remained standing to the side, emitting intermittent bursts of maniacal laughter, a laughter that seemed to mock the victory.
And the bodies of those soulless superheroes lay scattered on the cold snow, like lifeless sculptures.

This brutal battle ended in Wes' complete victory, and darkness was about to completely engulf the world.

"The Complete Book"

(End of this chapter)