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

Chapter 434 Darkness

While Wes was immersed in his spiritual practice, a momentous event occurred in the Marvel universe, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake—the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, died.

This news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching every corner and stirring up countless hidden forces.

Of all the anxious ones, Dormammu was the most impatient.

His desire to expand the Dark Dimension was like an inextinguishable flame. Upon hearing the news of the Ancient One's death, he could hardly contain his impulse and couldn't wait to take advantage of the situation.

However, while other forces also harbored ill intentions, they also had reservations, fearing that this was a trap carefully set by the Ancient One.

So he encouraged Dormammu to go first and test the waters, making Him the vanguard to "test the waters".

In fact, the Ancient One did have a backup plan.

Her new disciple, Stephen Strange.

A rising star shining in the magical world, with exceptional talent.

No matter what kind of magic it is, he can execute it effortlessly; those complex incantations and gestures were born for him to use.

What's most astonishing is that he has an innate and extraordinary affinity for the laws of time.

Upon first encountering the Eye of Agamotto, he was able to use it without any obstacles, as if he had some innate connection with the laws of time.

It's practically the favored child of the laws of time.

With his profound understanding of the laws of time, he could master magic that ordinary people could only learn in a lifetime in an instant.

Such talent left the wizards of Kamar-Taj speechless with astonishment, and they all regarded him as the only candidate to become the next Sorcerer Supreme.

It was precisely because of this talent that Strange successfully repelled Dormammu's first wave of attacks.

Despite the arduous process, they ultimately held the line thanks to their unwavering will and exceptional magical abilities.

After confirming that the Ancient One was truly dead, Dormammu finally stopped hiding his ambition and began a large-scale invasion of Earth.

His first step was to destroy the barrier set up by the Ancient One.

New York, Hong Kong, and London became Dormammu's primary targets.

The wizards of Kamar-Taj rose up in resistance, but their struggle against the overwhelming dark power of Dormammu proved incredibly difficult.

Countless brave wizards perished in this brutal battle, and the sanctuaries in New York and London ultimately could not withstand Dormammu's frenzied attacks and fell one after another.

At this moment, only the Hong Kong Sanctuary remains, struggling to stay afloat.

However, as the battle continued, the shortage of manpower within the sanctuary became increasingly serious.

In this critical moment, Strange suddenly remembered the Ancient One's instructions. He hurriedly took out a piece of paper and burned it without hesitation.

The moment all the papers were burned, Wes slowly stepped out of the void.

Wes stared intently at Strange as soon as he appeared, instantly grasping the situation: "It seems the Ancient One is dead."

A flicker of barely concealed reluctance and sorrow crossed Strange's eyes, but he quickly regained his resolve: "I hope you can keep your promise."

"I never break my promises."

Wes's voice was firm and powerful.

"Great, I need you to hold off Dormammu's men."

"Strange said urgently."

Weiss slowly raised his head and looked up at the Hong Kong sky. The once azure sky now looked like a tattered canvas, with a huge hole torn in it.

From this terrifying rift, countless horrific creatures from the dark dimension surged down like a tidal wave.

These creatures come in various shapes and sizes, some resembling twisted human figures, and exuding a nauseating stench.

Some are shaped like giant worms, crawling and wriggling on the ground, leaving the land blackened and corroded in their wake.

As soon as they appeared, they pounced on everything in sight like hungry wolves.

Whether it was pedestrians on the street, residents in high-rise buildings, or even pets, no one was spared.

Anyone touched by these dark dimensional creatures will be instantly corrupted by dark power, their life will quickly vanish, and they will be transformed into new dark dimensional creatures, further strengthening this dark torrent.

In the Dark Dimension, Dormammu is the only being with independent consciousness.

The remaining creatures, corrupted by the dark forces, lost their self-awareness and became puppets who only knew how to blindly obey Dormammu's commands.

Dormammu's power is eroding space at an alarming rate. Once he successfully descends upon Earth, this vibrant blue planet will be completely assimilated by the Dark Dimension, becoming just another one of Dormammu's many treasures, turning into a desolate, dark world.

Looking at the chaotic and terrifying scene before him, Strange's expression grew increasingly serious.

Time is running out for Earth. We must act quickly to stop Dormammu's insane plan, or the entire planet will be plunged into endless darkness.

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

"They're all yours now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Strange resolutely flew alone towards the Dark Dimension.

He knew in his heart that this "negotiation" was likely to end badly, but for the sake of the Earth and all mankind, he had to try.

Wes and Wang were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"or."

Just as Wang Gang was about to suggest a plan to deal with the overwhelming dark creatures, Wes vanished like a ghost.

"They're all so capricious."

Wang sighed helplessly, feeling utterly exhausted.

He prayed silently that Wess would be more reliable, since the fate of Earth now largely rested on the shoulders of these two.

Meanwhile, Wes had already appeared on the rooftop of a tall building.

His expression was cold and stern as he calmly took a step forward. In an instant, the space around him seemed to be ignited, instantly turning into a sea of ​​fire.

The raging flames, like angry beasts, roared and relentlessly engulfed the dark creatures.

The dark creatures were engulfed by flames, letting out screams that rose and fell.

However, these dark creatures seem to possess some kind of bizarre regeneration ability.

The next second, they miraculously regenerated from the flames and continued to frantically rush around, as if the flames had only caused them pain and discomfort.

As Wes watched these constantly regenerating dark creatures, he understood that as long as the energy flow between the dark dimension and them continued, these monsters would be virtually immortal.

In a sense, they did achieve immortality, but this immortality came at a heavy price—they were forever Dormammu's puppets, completely losing their self-awareness.

With each rebirth, these dark creatures' eyes are empty and numb. They mechanically follow Dormammu's commands, wreaking havoc on everything around them.

(End of this chapter)