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

End of Chapter 208

Malekith was forced to retreat repeatedly by Thor's immense strength, his steps faltering and his body unsteady.

Finally, his body slammed heavily against a solid wall, and he came to a stop.

The wall trembled slightly at the moment of impact.

"Get out of the way!" Malekith roared, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

However, Wes had already activated the magic he had prepared long ago.

"Gulp~"

"Gulp~"

The ground beneath Malekith's feet began to boil violently, like a giant volcano about to erupt.

The ground trembled incessantly, as if a powerful force was about to burst forth from the earth.

Upon seeing this, Thor immediately moved away from the dangerous area.

Malekith's golden spear pierced the ground like lightning, attempting to break Wes's magic.

However, he soon discovered that it was all too late.

Wes had been preparing this magic for a long time.

In an instant, magma erupted from underground, carrying intense heat and a powerful impact, striking Malekith squarely.

The scalding lava, like flames from hell, instantly engulfed Malekith.

Malekith struggled painfully in the magma, but could not escape its powerful force.

After the lava erupted hundreds of meters high, it exploded in the air, creating a dazzling display like fireworks.

However, a great danger lurks behind this beautiful scene.

Malekith knelt on one knee, his body severely burned, his skin charred black, emitting a pungent odor.

The remaining lava continued to scorch his body, causing him excruciating pain.

His eyes were filled with pain and despair, but also with a hint of stubbornness and resilience.

However, Thor will not give him any more chances.

Thor pushed off with both legs and leaped into the air, raising Mjolnir high.

As he moved, dark clouds gathered in the sky, as if rapidly being gathered by an invisible hand.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared incessantly, with streaks of lightning weaving through the dark clouds like silver snakes.

Thor's hammer was like a powerful magnetic field, frantically absorbing the power of lightning. The light flashing on the hammer became increasingly dazzling, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Thor focused all his divine power into Mjolnir, his eyes resolute and determined, with only one belief in his heart: to end this battle completely.

Immediately afterwards, Thor descended from the sky like a shooting star, and Mjolnir, with its earth-shattering power, slammed heavily onto Malekith's head.

In that instant, it was as if time stood still.

With a loud "bang," Malekith exploded like a watermelon.

His body collapsed limply to the ground, and he was no longer moving.

Thor raised his right hand and shouted, "Asgard!!"

His voice echoed in the air, full of authority and pride.

"Asgard!!!"

All the Asgardians roared, their voices like surging waves that shook the heavens and the earth.

Their faces beamed with the joy and pride of victory, as they fought for their homeland and glory.

The dark elves were thrown into panic when they saw their king killed.

They wanted to escape Asgard and find a new life.

However, the Asgardians would not let them go.

Asgard's cannons roared, streaks of fire tearing through the sky as they hurtled towards the dark elves' flying machines.

The aircraft exploded under the artillery fire, and debris rained down.

The battle was extremely fierce, with the Asgardians relentlessly pursuing the dark elves and giving them no chance to escape.

The battle finally came to an end when no more dark elf aircraft could be seen in the sky.

Wes slowly approached Malekith's corpse, a bold idea suddenly surging in his mind.

If we could turn him into a puppet, he would become a powerful ally.

At that moment, Wes's greed quietly rose.

Frigga astutely sensed Wes's thoughts. "We'll handle Malekith's body."

Her voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable firmness.

Wes frowned slightly. He had indeed contributed to the fight, and he couldn't help feeling a little resentful.

"His weapon is yours now." Frigga seemed to sense Wes's displeasure, and she handed the golden spear to Wes.

Wes reached out and took the spear, instantly feeling a heavy pressure.

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

[So heavy!]

This was Wes's first impression. With his current physical condition, he wouldn't feel anything even if he held something weighing several hundred pounds. However, this spear made him feel an unprecedented weight.

[As expected of a divine weapon capable of going toe-to-toe with Mjolnir.]

Wes didn't know what the golden spear was made of, but he was certain it was made of the most advanced material in the universe.

With this magical artifact, Wes no longer worried about Malekith's corpse.

Frigga personally collected Malekith's body for burial.

Although Malekith was an enemy, Frigga still gave him her final respect.

In her view, even enemies should receive the dignity they deserve after death.

This sudden war came to an end, but its impact was far from over.

Thor ordered his men to clean up the battlefield; the Asgardians had suffered heavy losses in this raid.

The casualties were heavy, and many brave soldiers left their families and friends forever.

Various houses and palaces were destroyed in the battle, and the once magnificent Asgard was left in ruins.

However, the most serious problem is that Odin has not appeared.

Everyone guessed that he had a health problem, which made the future of Asgard uncertain.

The ambitious figures in the Nine Realms are probably already stirring, and Asgard is about to face a turbulent Nine Realms.

However, all of this is something to consider later.

That evening, a grand ceremony was held in Asgard.

It is both a tribute to fallen comrades and a celebration of victory.

Asgardians are not easily sentimental; dying in battle is an honor for them.

During the ceremony, they raised their glasses to pay the highest tribute to the brave soldiers who sacrificed their lives.

Flames burned in the night sky, illuminating everyone's faces.

Their eyes were filled with determination and courage, as if telling the world that Asgard would never be defeated.

While everyone else was celebrating, Wes was basking in the joy of victory, a bright smile on his face.

He raised a glass with the Asgardians around him, celebrating this hard-won victory.

However, at that moment, Frigga quietly came to Wes's side.

With a hint of mystery in her eyes, she gently patted Wes on the shoulder.

Wes was slightly taken aback. Before he could react, Frigga gestured for him to follow her out of the banquet.

(End of this chapter)