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

Chapter 445 War Begins

In the makeshift camp in Asgard, the roaring campfires illuminated the surroundings as bright as day.

The warriors of Asgard, clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp weapons, formed a large circle, with an elite squad at the center ready to embark on their journey to face Hela.

"roar!"

"roar!"

The warriors roared in unison, their voices seemingly able to pierce the clouds, carrying the inherent boldness and fearlessness of the Asgardians.

They raised their glasses high, the wine inside shimmering with an amber luster in the firelight.

This is an ancient ritual that has been passed down in Asgard for generations. Every battle cry and every cup of wine is filled with the most sincere blessings for the warriors going into battle, praying for their safe return and for them to reclaim the glory of Asgard.

Thor stood in the center of the circle, his gaze firm and fervent, radiating a powerful and reassuring aura.

He tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, before smashing the glass to the ground.

"Asgard!"

His voice was like a booming bell, echoing in the night sky.

"Bang!"

The sound of the glass shattering was crisp and loud, followed immediately by the warriors' unified response: "Asgard!"

Their voices merged together, forming a powerful sound wave that seemed capable of intimidating any enemy.

"Asgard!"

Thor shouted again, his face radiating unwavering determination and pride in fighting for his homeland and honor. The warriors responded once more in unison, their roar shaking the very heavens, a sound that seemed to tremble the very earth.

At this moment, the unity and courage of the Asgardians were on full display. They were fearless for their beliefs and for the future of Asgard.

The Rainbow Bridge, once a source of pride for Asgard, has now become a tool for Hela's wanton control.

Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, a symbol of power and majesty, was destroyed in a fierce battle with Hela.

They cannot cross the Rainbow Bridge to Asgard.

However, Loki knew of some little-known secret spatial passages through which they might be able to sneak into Asgard and surprise Hela.

But problems arose one after another. With Loki's own magic, it was undoubtedly a pipe dream to bring so many people through the spatial passage.

Just as everyone was lost in thought and feeling helpless.

Wes calmly replied, "I can help."

Wes harbored a complex mix of emotions; he longed to witness Asgard's final, breathtaking display of light in this dramatic struggle, a mixture of awe and curiosity about legend and destiny.

Thor looked at Wes, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He knew the weight of this help, but he simply couldn't bring himself to refuse.

He nodded slightly, silently keeping this kindness in his heart, his eyes revealing determination and gratitude.

With the help of Wes's magic, the group successfully passed through the spatial passage and quietly arrived on the land of Asgard.

The air around them was filled with a suffocating and eerie atmosphere, as if countless eyes were hiding in the darkness, watching them.

"Be careful, we have to..."

Loki lowered his voice, preparing to give everyone some instructions, but before he could finish speaking, a long and mournful wolf howl suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap across the night sky, instantly shattering the deathly silence.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a huge demonic wolf suddenly appear before them.

Fenrir the wolf has now become Hela's mount.

Its body was as large as a small mountain, and it exuded a chilling aura. Its blood-red eyes were like two burning flames, flashing with a bloodthirsty light in the darkness.

With its keen sense of smell, it detected the arrival of these uninvited guests the moment Thor and his companions stepped into Asgard.

Now that their whereabouts have been exposed, there is no need for any further scruples.

"Charge!" Thor roared, like a brave and fearless lion, charging ahead towards Fenrir the wolf and the enemies behind it.

His eyes burned with a firm fighting spirit. Although he did not wield Thor's hammer, his innate kingly aura and passion for battle remained undiminished.

As Thor charged, a dense army of death surged out from behind the dire wolf.

They came in all shapes and sizes, some ferocious and terrifying, others exuding a chilling aura. Their sheer number was like a tidal wave, inspiring awe and fear.

With a vast disparity in troop strength, the battle was fraught with difficulties and dangers from the very beginning.

Wes calmly snapped his fingers.

The Seraphim descended.

"Cover them."

Weiss issued the command, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

Without hesitation, the seraphim followed Wes's orders and charged toward the army of death.

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

The two sides clashed instantly, their shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the flashes of magical light intertwining to create a tragic symphony of combat.

Thor, like a sharp arrow, led the warriors of Asgard, bravely piercing through the army of the dead.

Their figures moved through the enemy ranks, each swing of their weapons accompanied by the screams of the enemy.

What's troublesome is that the fallen army of the dead suddenly came back to life, their wounds healed instantly, as if they possessed endless vitality.

If things continue like this, even if everyone tries their best and gets exhausted, there will be no result.

Thor knew that the wisest course of action to change the course of the war was to strike at the heart of the enemy and eliminate Hela directly.

Only by defeating Hela can this terrifying army of death be truly dismantled.

"It's up to you now!"

Thor shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice breaking through the deafening battle noise and clearly reaching the ears of every comrade.

His gaze swept firmly over his comrades-in-arms, his eyes filled with trust and entrustment. Then he turned around abruptly, his aura suddenly changing. He transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the palace with the force of thunder.

Wes and Loki also left the battlefield and followed Thor to the palace.

As soon as the three left the battlefield, they were blocked by the demon wolf Fenrir.

Fenrir's enormous body, like a small mountain, stood before them, radiating a chilling aura.

It opened its blood-red maw, instantly creating a powerful suction force that distorted and deformed the surrounding air, threatening to suck the three of them directly into its belly.

"Roar!" Fenrir let out a deafening roar, the sound wave rolling towards the three of them like a tangible shockwave.

A green figure shot out from the side like a cannonball.

Hulk's muscles bulged high, and veins stood out beneath his green skin; every muscle seemed to contain boundless power.

Hulk roared, a roar no less powerful than Fenrir's. He leaped high into the air, gathering all his strength in his right fist, and then smashed it solidly into Fenrir's chin.

"Bang!"

Fenrir's gaping maw was instantly forced shut, and its massive body staggered backward a few steps due to the impact.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Thor, Wes, and Loki did not linger and continued rushing towards the palace.

(End of this chapter)