The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 143 Shattering

Only Lustiros, one of the Seven Kin of Purgatory, led a group of henchmen to confront Fairy Tail.

As a core member of the Demon Heart, his presence should have brought confidence to his side, but the current situation is not as he wished.

Despite being injured, the Fairy Tail members remained in high spirits, and not one of them dropped out of the battle.

In contrast, the Demon Heart side seemed somewhat powerless and even showed signs of collapse.

"Did Hades have too high expectations of you, or did you underestimate your opponent?"

In the tense atmosphere of the battlefield, Wes's taunt was like a cold wind, making Lastiros's heart tighten.

Despite his eccentric personality, he could only remain silent in the face of absolute power.

When faced with an opponent stronger than himself, Lustiros's arrogance was completely suppressed. He could only curse inwardly, but dared not respond outwardly.

"I'll deal with Gildarts; you guys take care of the others."

Wes's words were like a reassuring pill, allowing the members of Demon Heart to breathe a sigh of relief.

They lured away the other Fairy Tail mages, leaving the battlefield to Wes and Gildarts.

The Fairy Tail members were unwilling to leave like this; they wanted to stay and help Gildarts.

However, Gildarts' magic is powerful and brutal, making him unsuitable for teamwork with other members.

Wendy bit her lip tightly, her little hands nervously tugging at Gildarts's clothes. Although she had only known this uncle for a short time, she had already been touched by Gildarts's gentleness.

Gildarts noticed Wendy's unease, bent down, gently patted Wendy's head, and gave her a warm smile.

"Don't worry, I'm pretty strong."

Wendy nodded obediently, but she was still uneasy. So she left with her other companions, leaving Wes and Gildarts to face off.

Once his teammates were out of sight, Kilda's relaxed smile vanished, replaced by an unusually serious expression.

"If it's possible, I'd like to sit down and have a proper discussion about magic with you," Wes said.

"I have nothing to say to the guy who hurt his comrades."

"I have no interest in bullying disabled people."

Weiss scanned Gildarts' left side and noticed something amiss. Gildarts' left hand and left foot were noticeably stiff when moving.

"You don't need to worry about that."

Gildarts answered crisply and decisively, bending slightly forward to assume a fighting stance.

Wes was also ready for battle, silently calculating his tactics: [Avoid close combat.]

Gildarts used the Superior Destruction Magic - Shatter, whose destructive power was so great that even he himself could not fully control it.

After careful analysis, Weiss formulated an initial strategy.

【Then let's keep him occupied for now.】

At this moment, countless golden chains emerged from all directions, forming a dense, enormous net that rapidly enveloped Gildarts.

Every chain of this net has been enhanced by Wes's magic, making it incredibly strong.

Gildarts, however, remained standing in place, showing no intention of dodging.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the incredibly strong chains shattered into powder, scattering in the air.

Whether for offense or defense, the Shattering Magic is extremely powerful.

[No, this isn't defense; it's directly shattering my magic.]

Weiss quickly realized the gap between the two.

The best defense is a good offense; what terrifying magic.

In Wes's eyes, Gildarts's body left a series of afterimages as he rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed.

If it weren't for the enhancement his body received from the Philosopher's Stone, he probably wouldn't have been able to keep up with Gildarts' movements at all.

Faced with this sudden approach, Wes flicked his wand upwards.

The ground was like a carpet that had been suddenly shaken, and Gildarts lost his balance and was flung into the air.

What awaited Gildarts in the air was a thunderbolt poised to strike.

Wes had already prepared for this move, and the Thunder headed straight for Gildarts.

A bolt of lightning struck, accompanied by a deafening roar, and Gildarts plummeted from the sky.

"Bang"

Gravity stirred up dust, causing a slight tremor in the ground.

When everything returned to calm, Gildarts slowly stood up, his clothes were somewhat torn, but he was completely unharmed.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

[He can even shatter lightning; it'll be troublesome if he gets close.]

Wes's gaze turned serious; Gildarts's power was not to be underestimated.

To prevent Gildarts from getting close, Wes raised his hands, and a huge labyrinth rose from the ground, trapping Gildarts inside.

The maze's walls soared into the clouds, intricate and complex, offering no way out.

Gildarts gazed at the high walls surrounding them. "Does this kid have inexhaustible magical power?"

Just as the maze was taking shape, the weather suddenly changed, and hail began to fall.

These were no ordinary hailstones; they were incredibly fast and enormous, falling from the sky like cannonballs.

Wherever it went, trees were snapped in half, and the entire forest was ravaged beyond recognition.

Gildarts stood unharmed in the center of the maze, his posture still steady.

A cold wind began to howl around him, the temperature dropped sharply, and heavy snow began to fall from the sky, quickly covering the devastated land and adding to the somber atmosphere.

Gildarts frowned slightly, and soon a thick layer of snow covered the ground, burying Gildarts' ankles.

Snowflakes danced wildly as Wes descended slowly from the sky, landing steadily in front of Gildarts on the snow-covered ground.

"How about it? A blizzard on this hot summer day, wouldn't that have a unique charm?"

"This snow is nothing compared to the blizzards I experienced in the northern mountains."

Gildarts has been in all sorts of extreme environments, and the places he's been to to complete his missions are far harsher than the current environment.

"Of course, when you are still healthy, this low temperature will not harm you."

"But look at your prosthetic leg, it's a cheap one. Can it withstand such low temperatures? Not to mention your still-healing wound, right?"

Weiss astutely pointed out Gildarts' current predicament.

"This is nothing, don't trouble yourself."

Gildarts appeared calm and collected on the surface, but a growing anxiety was creeping into his heart.

Damn it! Not only is the wound hurting, but my internal organs are also starting to feel uncomfortable from inhaling the cold air.

This piercing sensation raged wildly inside Gildarts' body. He endured the pain, determined not to let Wes notice anything amiss.

(End of this chapter)