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

Chapter 257 Taking Action

Wes was on edge, and he cautiously cast several protective shields around himself.

These shields shimmered and enveloped him, layer upon layer.

"No need to be so careful, I'm just a frail old man." The voice rang out again, with a faint smile.

However, Weiss certainly wouldn't believe a stranger.

In this dangerous and unknown universe, blindly trusting others often means deadly danger.

He turned around cautiously, his movements slow and careful, as if facing a ferocious beast that might pounce at any moment.

When he turned around, he saw an old man with white hair.

The old man's hair was as white as snow, and his face was marked by the passage of time.

"A collector?" A hint of surprise welled up in Wes's mind.

In the void, the only person in Wes's perception capable of evading his own senses is the Collector.

He looks like an ancient human, but in reality, he is an alien with great power.

It is said that he possesses the abilities of immortality, time travel, and foresight.

The collector is immortal because he lost a bet with the goddess of death and is forbidden from ever setting foot in the realm of death.

For millions of years, the collector and his wife and children lived on the planet Cygnus X-1, living and contemplating life.

His wife, tired of longevity, gave up her immortality.

The collector was deeply saddened, his heart filled with pain and loss. Afterwards, he felt he needed a hobby to keep his sanity.

So he began collecting interesting artifacts and life forms from all over the universe.

Finally, his obsession with collecting reached a certain level, and he began to collect things he considered rare or precious for the sake of pure collecting.

The collector scrutinized Wess with great interest, his eyes scanning as if trying to see through every single detail of him.

I see you in countless futures.

Weiss remained on guard, his body tense, watching the collector warily.

He didn't know what the collector's purpose was.

"You are special. Since you appeared, the future has become uncertain." The collector pondered for a moment. "If only I could collect you."

His words revealed a hint of greed and desire.

With a flick of his finger, a black light shot out instantly, striking the collector like a bolt of lightning.

However, the beam of light was deflected before it could even get close to the collector.

The black light struck the building next to it, instantly melting it into a pool of scalding liquid.

[As expected, this guy's strength should not be underestimated.]

Wes was secretly amazed, and he stared at the collector with even greater vigilance.

The collector remained nonchalant: "I have no ill intentions; I'm just here to see what's so special about the person who's changing the future."

His voice was calm and gentle, without a trace of hostility.

"But it seems you don't welcome me."

After saying this, the collector disappeared as if he had never been there.

This left Wes completely baffled.

He stood there, his brow furrowed.

What exactly did this guy see in the future? These old folks are always so secretive.

Weiss pondered to himself, the collector's enigmatic words echoing in his mind.

Weiss could sense that the collector was somewhat wary of him.

This made him even more puzzled, and after repeated thinking, he could not find any reason that would make the collector afraid.

"Let's ignore him for now." Wes shook his head, deciding to put the collector's matter aside for the time being.

Wes has made a firm decision to take the Power Stone.

He already possesses both the Mind and Reality gems, which has made him the focus of attention for many powerful forces.

Sooner or later, it will be targeted by other powerful forces, and that will be an unavoidable storm.

Rather than sitting idly by and waiting for those greedy eyes to focus on you, only to fall into endless trouble and danger, it's better to collect more gems and continuously strengthen your own power before that happens.

Having made his decision, Wes didn't hesitate any longer and immediately joined the battle.

"Rain of Light Magic"

Wes waved his wand and whispered a spell.

In an instant, countless points of light shot towards the spaceship in mid-air like dazzling meteors.

Those points of light carried immense energy, tracing beautiful yet deadly paths through the air.

"boom!"

"boom!"

A series of explosions rang out, and bursts of fireworks bloomed in the sky, like dazzling fireworks.

"An invisible enemy is detected. Activate the detector."

The Cree lieutenant keenly sensed the anomaly and immediately issued orders.

The instrument activated rapidly, and the cloaked Wes was detected by the Kree's advanced technology.

"Everyone is free to fire."

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

The commander's voice was cold and decisive.

In an instant, countless artillery shells rained down on Wes like a storm.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Violent explosions rang out one after another, and the area within a kilometer of Weiss seemed to have shrunk several stories.

The earth trembled under the impact of the artillery fire, smoke and dust filled the air, and the scene was one of utter devastation.

The Kree then ceased their attacks.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Wes was completely unharmed.

Wes waved his wand downwards, and the spaceships in the sky fell down like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"The enemy possesses the ability to manipulate gravity. Activate the anti-gravity device!"

The Kree's supercomputer immediately sprang into operation.

Most of the spaceships stopped falling and floated in the air again.

Only some spaceships that flew too low crashed before the anti-gravity device could be activated.

"The Slaughterers, move out!" the adjutant ordered.

Holes appeared at the bottom of the main ship, and hundreds of Kree jumped out from them.

They withstood the impact with their strong bodies and landed steadily on the ground.

The Slaughterers are the elite of the Kree, each one a one-in-a-million elite.

However, Weiss was unwilling to get entangled with them.

"Blizzard." Wes whispered, his voice low but seemingly containing boundless magic.

In an instant, a cold wind howled up, and the biting wind swept in like an angry dragon.

Where the gale passed, sand and stones flew, and the world was in chaos, instantly obscuring the killer's vision.

However, these killers do not rely solely on sight to fight.

They have undergone rigorous training and possess keen energy perception abilities, allowing them to "see" Wes's location even when their vision is obscured by the cold wind.

They charged toward Weiss without hesitation, their steps firm and powerful, each step seemingly on the beat of death.

However, the cold wind grew stronger and stronger, and the biting cold seemed to penetrate the soul.

The gale was like countless sharp blades, cutting through everything around it.

Before they even got close to Wes, the extreme cold had already exerted its terrifying power.

In the raging, frigid wind, the killers' movements gradually slowed down, their bodies covered in a layer of frost, as if they were wearing a crystal-clear ice armor.

As time went on, the frost grew thicker and thicker, until finally, these powerful killers were frozen into ice sculptures.

They remained in their charging stance, their faces still filled with cold indifference.

(End of this chapter)