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

Chapter 258 Sisters

The Kree's prized Slaughterers would not be so easily dealt with.

These killers are an elite force carefully trained by the Kree, who have endured countless brutal battles and possess tenacious vitality and formidable combat abilities.

Give them some time, and they will be able to break free through their own strength and unwavering will.

However, Wes certainly wouldn't give them that chance.

A cold, murderous glint flashed in his eyes, as if he were looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

He extended his index finger and thumb, and gently pinched them together in the air, creating a thin 'thread' between his fingers.

This thread may seem insignificant.

Weiss pulled back, and the 'thread' taut, like a bowstring about to be released.

That subtle tension permeated the air, giving one a sense of impending danger.

As soon as the pressure was released, a sharp whistling sound rang out, like a blade slicing through the air.

The sound was sharp and piercing, making one's eardrums ache.

The killer didn't take this tiny thread seriously.

In their view, their armor could withstand a hit from the ship's main cannon, so what threat could this tiny thread pose?

However, they soon paid a heavy price for their underestimation of their opponent.

The 'thread' sliced ​​the foremost killer in two clean halves without any obstruction.

Blood splattered instantly onto the ice, staining the pristine white snow red and creating a shocking scene.

The adjutant sensed the danger, but it was too late.

A look of horror crossed his face as he watched helplessly as his subordinate was instantly severed at the waist by this inconspicuous 'thread'.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of killers were cut in half at the waist by this inconspicuous 'thread'.

Their bodies fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The once mighty and fearsome slaughtering force has now become a bloody wasteland.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

"No!!" the adjutant roared in despair and rage.

His eyes widened, filled with disbelief and unbearable pain.

The fact that the once formidable and proud Slaughterer forces, which the Kree were so proud of, had been completely annihilated in such a short time was a devastating blow to him.

He stood there blankly, his face as pale as paper, his body trembling slightly, his eyes filled with not only anger but also deep resentment.

"Fire!" the adjutant shouted hoarsely, his voice filled with boundless rage and determination.

However, Wes had already disappeared by then.

On another battlefield, Ronan was engaged in a thrilling and intense battle with Star-Lord and his four companions.

"What did you say??"

In the midst of the battle, Ronan suddenly roared, his voice as deafening as thunder, the powerful sound waves causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

He didn't believe what the adjutant said over the communicator.

The adjutant mustered his courage and once again told Ronan the tragic news that the massacre had been completely wiped out.

Ronan's face grew even uglier, like the sky before a storm, so gloomy it was suffocating.

He immediately hung up the communication, focusing all his attention on the enemy in front of him. He had only one thought in his mind: to kill these five people and then settle accounts with Wes.

"Ah!!" Ronan roared angrily.

He swung his massive iron hammer out with overwhelming force, striking Drax's strong chest hard.

Drax's towering body was sent flying like a cannonball, arcing through the air before crashing heavily into Groot.

The two rolled on the ground, creating huge craters and raising clouds of dust.

It wasn't over yet; Ronan's right hand emitted beams of energy that shot towards Star-Lord.

Star-Lord moved like a nimble monkey, dodging left and right on the battlefield with a serpentine gait, skillfully avoiding Ronan's attacks.

His movements were agile and swift, dazzling the eye.

Rocket was filled with rage when he saw Groot being knocked away.

"You blue-skinned bastard!!" he shouted.

At the same time, he quickly threw several bombs, which flew through the air in arcs toward Ronan.

"Boom!!" The bomb exploded with a loud bang, flames shot into the sky, and smoke billowed everywhere.

Unfortunately, these bombs were unable to penetrate Ronan's solid energy shield.

"I'll deal with you first, you rat," Ronan sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

"Damn it, I'm a raccoon!!" Rocket retreated while firing, trying to find an opportunity to retaliate.

However, without Drax as a human shield, Ronan caught up with the Rockets in just a few steps.

He raised his foot and kicked the rocket away like a giant hammer.

Fortunately, Rocket's body had been modified, otherwise that kick would have killed him.

Ronan's foot was still on his heels, his heart filled with anger and murderous intent.

At this point, he was in a state of rage.

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

Ronan, enraged, finally revealed a weakness.

Gamora had been waiting for this opportunity.

The dagger in her hand stabbed towards Ronan's eyes like a venomous snake, moving so fast that Ronan had no time to dodge.

The specially made dagger sliced ​​through Ronan's energy shield without any resistance and stabbed towards his eyes.

Just as Gamora was about to succeed, a crisp "clang!!" rang out, and a dagger blocked Gamora's attack.

"Nebula!" Gamora shouted angrily, her voice filled with surprise and rage.

The one who made the move was Nebula, her sister.

Nebula was also Thanos's adopted daughter, but she wasn't as valued as Gamora, nor was she as outstanding.

The two grew up together, and Nebula knows Gamora inside and out.

She knew she was no match for Gamora, so she waited for her opportunity.

Gamora awaits her chance to assassinate Ronan, and Nebula is also waiting for her opportunity.

Judging from the results, Nebula won this time.

Gamora was filled with anger and resentment at having her rare opportunity ruined.

Having narrowly escaped death, Ronan became even more enraged and punched Gamora.

Gamora tried to block with her arms, but was still knocked away.

Her bones were cracked, and she felt a sharp pain.

The pain turned her face pale.

Ronan showed no mercy to the woman who had nearly killed him; his eyes were filled with coldness and murderous intent.

He wanted to continue his attack and completely destroy Gamora.

However, Nebula stopped them at that moment.

"She's mine!" Nebula twirled her dagger and walked toward Gamora.

Her eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred.

If it weren't for Gamora, she wouldn't have become the half-machine, half-biological creature she is now.

Moreover, a deep-seated hatred burned within Nebula's heart.

She hated Thanos, that ruthless and cold-blooded overlord.

Growing up in Thanos's shadow, she never received true love and attention, while Gamora was always Thanos's most beloved daughter.

This unfair treatment filled Nebula's heart with jealousy and resentment.

She longed to make Thanos feel pain, even just the slightest bit.

But if Thanos kills Gamora, his most beloved daughter, perhaps Thanos will feel a pang of regret.

The thought swirled in Nebula's mind like a spell. She could almost see Thanos's shocked and pained expression, which filled her with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)