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

Chapter 205 Spicy Shredded Chicken

He gripped a golden spear tightly in his hand, the spear gleaming with a dazzling light, like a golden lightning bolt.

The spearhead was incredibly sharp, radiating a chilling gleam, seemingly capable of easily piercing through any obstacle.

He stood there silently, like an unshakeable mountain, his black figure contrasting sharply with the golden spear, exuding an aura that was both evil and majestic.

Beneath the helmet, a pair of cold eyes gleamed with an eerie light, as if they could pierce through one's heart.

He is Malekith, the leader of the Dark Elves and the ruler of the dark world of Vart Alheim.

Malekith, an enemy that even Odin couldn't kill, has now descended upon this battlefield, bringing endless fear and oppression.

He slowly landed on the rooftop, his gaze first falling on the imposing Destruction Armor, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Then, his gaze shifted to Frigga, his eyes filled with coldness and arrogance.

"You can't unleash its full power." Malekith's voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

He seemed confident of victory, his tone filled with self-assurance and arrogance.

"Hand over the Aether particles."

His words were concise and direct, leaving no room for negotiation.

As for Wes, he didn't exist in his eyes at all; he completely ignored him.

"You've learned to take advantage of others' misfortunes too," Frigga said without the slightest fear. Her eyes were firm and composed, and she did not back down in the face of Malekith's threat.

"You only dared to attack Asgard when Odin was in slumber; where is your courage from back then?"

Frigga's words carried a hint of sarcasm.

Malekith's face flashed with anger. Without saying a word, he thrust his spear directly at Frigga.

The golden spear, like a bolt of lightning, sliced ​​through the air, carrying a deadly threat.

At this critical moment, accompanied by the sound of thunder, Thor arrived just in time with Mjolnir, deflecting the spear.

Without hesitation, the Mind Scepter appeared in his hand instantly.

"Dizziness!"

"pain!"

"weak!"

A string of curses uttered from his mouth, transforming into an invisible force that surged toward Malekith.

However, Malekith, with Thor's power, swept his spear across the ground and easily destroyed Wes's curse.

"Be careful, his spear has anti-magic properties!" Thor shouted a warning.

Malekith was certainly not using any ordinary weapon; that golden spear was a treasure of the dark elves, possessing powerful magic-breaking and attack capabilities.

"Birds swarm!" A magical light flickered at Wes's fingertips.

In an instant, tens of thousands of firebirds appeared out of thin air, flapping their wings and carrying blazing flames, flying towards Malekith like a surging torrent of fire.

Each bird radiates an astonishing heat, its fiery flames capable of melting steel.

As the firebird appeared, the surrounding temperature rose sharply, and the air seemed to be distorted by the heat.

Upon seeing this, Malekith's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly took out several bombs from his person.

These bombs are not ordinary weapons; they are the Dark Elves' anti-gravity weapons.

Malekith did not hesitate to throw the bomb at the flock of birds.

The bomb traced an arc through the air before exploding instantly.

A powerful anti-gravity force erupted, and a small black hole appeared in the air.

The black hole had an immense suction force, sucking the firebirds in one by one.

Under the influence of the anti-gravity weapon, the firebirds were powerless to resist and were instantly sucked into the black hole, disappearing without a trace.

Malekith dealt with the firebirds with apparent ease, a smug smile playing on his lips as he mocked Wes's feeble attack.

While Wes's magic distracted Malekith, Thor seized the fleeting opportunity and pounced like lightning.

His face was contorted with rage, and he raised Thor's hammer high, preparing to smash it down with overwhelming force towards Malekith's chest.

Malekith reacted swiftly, showing no fear, and grabbed Thor's wrist with one hand.

He was incredibly strong; with a forceful squeeze, Thor's bones creaked and cracked.

At the same time, black flames surged from behind him, like demonic flames from hell, emanating a suffocatingly terrifying aura.

Malekith stretched out his other hand, and the fiery flames seemed to be summoned, quickly gathering in his palm.

"Wizard, you are too weak." Malekith's voice was cold and contemptuous.

The usually invincible Fiendfire was completely ineffective against Malekith, who had a natural resistance to this magic.

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

"nightmare!"

Seeing this, Wes did not hesitate to use the Mind Stone to unleash mental magic.

This is an extremely powerful spell that can directly attack the enemy's mind, plunging them into terrifying illusions.

Malekith smiled dismissively, about to say "No..."

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Odin, clad in his destructive armor and wielding the Spear of Eternity, rode his eight-legged steed, his body crackling with lightning. His majestic figure resembled an insurmountable mountain, radiating a chillingly powerful aura.

"Odin!!!" Malekith cried out in terror, involuntarily taking two steps back.

In the instant he lost his focus, Thor delivered a solid blow to his chest.

The immense force caused his body to shudder violently, and he spat out black blood.

The heavy blow also pulled him out of his hallucination, and his eyes were filled with anger and resentment.

Wes was not even a fraction of his age. In Malekith's long life, he had experienced countless battles and vicissitudes, and witnessed all kinds of powerful forces and magic.

He simply couldn't believe that such a young Wes could possess such profound magical skills.

His gaze was fixed on the scepter in Wes's hand.

Especially the blue gemstone, which shimmered with a deep and captivating light.

The faint energy fluctuations within the gemstone stirred something within Malekith.

"Hahaha!" Malekith burst into wild, excited laughter. The laughter echoed through the air, filled with madness and greed.

"The Jewel of the Soul!"

He recognized the origin of the gem at a glance.

The Mind Stone, one of the most powerful gems in the universe, possesses the mysterious power to manipulate minds.

He had heard countless tales of the Mind Stone, but had never had the chance to witness it with his own eyes.

Now that this gem has appeared before his very eyes, how could he not be excited?

He stood up from the ground and calmly dusted himself off.

(End of this chapter)