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

Chapter 204 Offense and Defense

That was the infamous Destroyer Armor.

The armor's lines are smooth yet rigid, giving it an indestructible feel.

Its surface shimmers with mysterious runes, telling tales of its past glorious achievements.

The Destroyer Armor is one of Asgard's greatest masterpieces.

When Frigga put on this armor, she seemed to transform into a female war goddess, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Everyone was intently focused on the situation on the battlefield, but they inadvertently overlooked Frigga.

They seemed to have forgotten that Frigg was the most powerful sorceress among the gods.

Her magical skills were unfathomable, and she possessed astonishing power.

Even Loki's unpredictable and ever-changing magic was the result of her careful teaching.

At this moment, the Destroyer's armor shimmered with golden flames, driven by her powerful divine strength. The flames burned fiercely, as if to incinerate all evil. Golden light danced within the flames, radiating powerful energy fluctuations.

With a "whoosh," a golden light shot out like lightning.

The light was dazzling and the speed was extremely fast.

The golden light clashed violently with the red energy emitted by the dark elf mothership in mid-air.

The two powerful energies collided, unleashing astonishing power.

Golden and red light intertwined and swirled in the air, making it difficult to determine a winner for a moment.

Frigga and Thor exchanged a glance, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

Thor raised his hammer high, the Mjolnir radiating powerful lightning.

He roared, "Asgard!!"

This roar seemed to proclaim Asgard's glory and indomitable spirit to the entire universe.

After saying that, Thor swung his hammer and flew towards the Dark Elf's mothership like a shooting star.

His body was crackling with lightning, radiating a chilling power.

Any dark elf that approached him was instantly electrocuted into charred remains by the powerful lightning.

They didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were reduced to ashes by the power of the lightning.

Thor, like an invincible war god, charged bravely toward the dark elves' mothership, determined to defend Asgard with his own power.

The gods followed Thor without hesitation, clearing obstacles in his path.

They each unleashed powerful forces, their light dazzling and their presence magnificent.

Some brandished longswords, severing the dark elves' flying machines;

Some unleash powerful magic to repel enemies.

With the combined efforts of the gods, Thor's charge became much smoother.

Only Wes and Frigga remained on the platform.

After Frigga unleashed that attack, her divine power was greatly depleted, and the Destroyer Armor slowly fell off her body.

The imposing armor stood quietly beside her like a loyal bodyguard.

Wes looked at the Destroyer Armor with curiosity, filled with amazement and wonder.

[If only I could study this.] Wes thought to himself.

He was fascinated by this powerful weapon and longed to learn more about its structure and principles.

However, he also knew perfectly well that this was impossible.

This is Odin's weapon, the culmination of Asgardian wisdom. How could he possibly allow an outsider like Wes to study it?

The Asgardian palace's defensive shield was breached, and the dark elves launched a fierce attack from the air.

Although Asgard's firepower filled the entire sky like a giant net of fire, the technology mastered by the Dark Elves should not be underestimated.

Their aircraft skillfully weaved through the barrage of fire, dodging the attacks.

After a fierce battle, the dark elves successfully destroyed several turrets.

With the turret destroyed, gaps appeared in the fire network.

Hundreds of dark elves seized the opportunity, broke through the barrage of fire, and charged through the air toward the Asgardian palace.

"Word magic imprisonment!"

The dark elves suddenly found themselves trapped in a circle of light, which tightened until they could no longer move.

They struggled in terror, but to no avail.

Bound by the aperture, they all fell from the aircraft.

Weiss wrote a rune in the air with his index finger.

The character emitted a red glow, signifying fire.

Instantly, a powerful fiery force surged from the text, sweeping towards the falling dark elves.

The flames burned fiercely, illuminating the entire sky.

"You have a great talent for magic."

Frigga spoke slowly, her voice soft and elegant, yet carrying a convincing power.

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

Her gaze fell on Wes, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"You've mastered runes so quickly, that's truly astonishing. But your magic..."

Frigga paused slightly, seemingly considering her words.

She looked at Wess with a scrutinizing and thoughtful expression in her eyes.

"While your magic possesses considerable power, your application of it is still somewhat immature. Rune's power extends far beyond what you have currently demonstrated."

Frigga began to give Wess detailed instructions on how to use runes.

Her words were clear and logical, explaining complex magical principles in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Although Wes didn't know why she did it, he was filled with gratitude.

Wes listened very attentively.

This opportunity was truly rare for him; to receive personal guidance from the goddess Frigg was an extremely precious thing.

Moreover, he could use the dark elves for experiments, which allowed him to better understand and master the use of runes.

The dark elves fell from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot, completely helpless against Wes's magical attacks.

Thanks to their "contributions," Wes became increasingly adept at using Rune.

He was able to combine different runes more skillfully, unleashing more powerful magical energy.

"Boom!!" A loud noise came from the sky.

Thor was thrown backward from the Dark Elf mothership, his figure like a cannonball, smashing down a group of people in his path.

The other gods also fell from the sky, their bodies covered with hideous wounds.

These horrific wounds demonstrate that their decapitation operation failed.

Seeing this, Wes quickly cast a levitation spell.

A soft light emanated from his hand, slowing the gods' descent and preventing further damage.

However, judging from the gods' injuries, it is impossible for them to participate in the battle again.

Frigga's expression turned grave, and she immediately ordered the physicians to carry the gods away for treatment.

The physicians acted swiftly and carefully carried the gods away.

A tall, black figure descended slowly from the mothership like a ghost.

The figure seemed to emerge from a dark abyss, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

He was wearing black armor, the armor of which had a ferocious design.

Each armor plate seemed to be formed from dark power, covered with mysterious patterns and runes.

(End of this chapter)