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

Chapter 207 The End

But how could Wes and Thor let Malekith escape so easily?

They knew that this opportunity was so rare, and that it had been created with great difficulty through hard work, and that they could not let it go to waste.

Thor's eyes gleamed with determination as he swiftly extended his left hand and gripped Malekith's right wrist tightly.

"Don't even think about escaping!" Thor roared, his voice booming like thunder through the air.

His right hand gripped Mjolnir tightly, pressing down relentlessly, the immense force flowing through the hammer into Malekith's arm. Thor exerted every ounce of strength to control Malekith's arms, giving him no chance to break free.

At the same time, Wes also acted quickly.

He used shadow magic to infuse his own magic into the shadows.

The shadows seemed to come alive, spreading rapidly and tightly binding Malekith's body, rendering him unable to move an inch.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wes's forehead as he focused intently on maintaining the power of the magic, not daring to relax for a moment.

Just as the Spear of Eternity was about to pierce Malekith, at the critical moment, Malekith transformed into a cloud of black mist.

The black mist instantly spread out, obscuring what was inside.

The Spear of Eternity pierced through the black mist, continuing its powerful flight forward, seemingly about to strike Thor.

At this critical moment, Thor suddenly felt a hand on his body.

The next instant, he appeared outside the celestial palace.

It turned out that Wes teleported to Thor's side in less than a second, and then teleported again to take Thor to a safe place.

Without a sound, most of the celestial palace quietly turned into dust.

Those once magnificent buildings collapsed instantly under the lingering power of the Eternal Spear, turning into fine dust.

With a gentle breeze, the powder completely dissipated into the air, as if it had never existed.

"Mother!! Father!!" Thor roared, his voice filled with anxiety and worry.

His heart was filled with fear, afraid that his loved ones would be harmed in this disaster.

He rushed toward Odin's palace with hurried and frantic steps, disregarding everything else.

However, he was clearly overthinking it. How could the Eternal Spear possibly harm its master?

Odin's palace remains intact, still standing there, exuding an aura of majesty.

Frigga had no injuries. She stood quietly in front of the palace, her eyes filled with determination and composure.

"Mother!!" Thor asked worriedly, "Are you alright??"

Frigga gently shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine. Let's not talk about that now. Malekith isn't dead!"

Her gaze was fixed on what was ahead, where wisps of black energy were slowly gathering together.

The black mist seemed to be alive, constantly writhing and gradually condensing into Malekith's body.

However, his current situation is not good at all; it can be said to be extremely bad.

The move he used to dodge the Eternal Spear turning into black mist was something he had researched for over a thousand years.

However, this move is too costly, and even he can only use it once.

"Light magic shines everywhere!"

Wes cast his magic again, and countless light orbs instantly appeared in the sky.

The light projectiles fell from the sky like meteors, trailing long tails and radiating dazzling light.

However, these light projectiles had a clear target: Malekith.

Light bullets rained down like a storm, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Each light bullet contains powerful magic.

Malekith brandished his spear, desperately trying to deflect the light projectiles.

His movements were swift and powerful, his spear flashing through the air, sending the light projectiles flying one by one.

However, there were simply too many light bullets, and he gradually became overwhelmed.

Some of the light bullets pierced through the palace, leaving deep holes in the palace walls and floor.

"Ice Magic Beasts!"

Wes didn't stop there; he immediately unleashed another powerful spell.

In an instant, ferocious ice beasts materialized in the air.

The icy beasts were of various shapes and sizes, some like lions, some like tigers, and some like wolves. They all growled softly at Malekith.

The icy beast emanated a bone-chilling cold that seemed capable of freezing everything.

They moved with heavy steps, slowly approaching Malekith.

Wes then continued to use ranged magic, trying to wear down Malekith's stamina.

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

His hands moved incessantly, and magical light shimmered at his fingertips.

One powerful spell after another was released from his hands and flew toward Malekith.

The magic of various elements, such as fire, lightning, and gales, intertwined to form a magnificent yet dangerous magical storm.

Malekith struggled to withstand the magical storm, the surging magical power crashing against him like a tidal wave.

He wielded his spear with incredible speed and precision, attempting to deflect the barrage of magic that came crashing down upon him like a storm.

However, each defense took a huge toll on his strength, his breathing gradually became heavy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But while resisting the magic, Malekith was also constantly looking for opportunities to get closer to Wes.

"Thor, come help!!" Wes shouted urgently.

Upon hearing the shouts, Thor immediately rushed over and blocked Malekith's path.

The two immediately engaged in close combat, which was extremely dangerous.

Every movement they made was filled with power and killing intent, and every attack was aimed at the opponent's vital points.

Thor wielded Mjolnir, bringing it crashing down on Malekith with the force of thunder;

Malekith skillfully parried with his spear while simultaneously searching for Thor's openings to launch a counterattack.

The battle intensified, and gradually Malekith found himself at a disadvantage.

His stamina had been greatly depleted while resisting the magic, while Thor, with his superior physical abilities and the power of Mjolnir, gradually gained the upper hand.

Malekith's movements began to slow down, and a hint of anxiety and exhaustion appeared in his eyes.

But he did not give up, and continued to resist Thor's attacks tenaciously, looking for an opportunity to turn the tide.

Wes wasn't idle either; he knew the key to this battle lay in whether he could deliver a fatal blow to Malekith.

He was focused intently on preparing a great gift for Malekith.

The air was thick with tension as Thor and Malekith clashed again.

The two forces collided, producing a dull thud.

At this critical moment, Wes activated his magic.

(End of this chapter)