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

Chapter 449 Joining Forces

"A little trick."

Hela stood amidst the billowing black mist and let out a cold sneer.

Her gaze swept back and forth among the countless clones of Wes, her eyes filled with disdain and arrogance.

Although it was difficult to tell which one was the real Wes at first glance, to her, these were nothing more than trivial illusions.

As the goddess of death, she controls the most powerful laws of death in the world. How could she be stumped by such a mere illusion?

There is a simpler and more direct way that can instantly eliminate all obstacles in front of you.

In an instant, the laws of death surrounding Hela surged wildly like a raging black tide.

The originally invisible power of law quickly materialized, transforming into thick, ink-like black mist.

These black mists, like surging waves from the dark universe, swept outwards in all directions with overwhelming force, centered on Hela.

Each wisp of black mist exuded a decaying aura that sent shivers down one's spine. Wherever it went, space seemed to be distorted, and everything was shrouded in endless darkness and the shadow of death, as if time itself had stopped under the corrosive influence of this power.

Damn it.

Loki couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath, his voice filled with frustration and anxiety.

The clones he created with his exquisite illusions were as fragile as bubbles in the sunlight, collapsing at the slightest touch under the impact of the apocalyptic black mist of death.

In the blink of an eye, all the clones vanished without a trace. Worse still, the thick black mist quickly spread out, like a huge black curtain, completely enveloping the entire battlefield.

Wes, Loki, and Thor were instantly plunged into complete darkness, their vision completely obscured, and they could barely see each other.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Hela, like a deadly black panther lurking in the darkness, silently hid deep within the thick black fog, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

Loki reacted quickly. Knowing the situation was critical, he did not hesitate and immediately mobilized all the magic power in his body.

A magical barrier emitting a ghostly green light rapidly formed in front of him and Wes.

This barrier, like a sturdy shield protected by ancient runes, tightly held them in the middle, temporarily blocking the demonic encroachment of the deathly black mist.

However, this seemingly solid barrier began to sizzle under the corrosive influence of the powerful and malevolent laws of death.

It was as if a life on the verge of death was groaning in pain.

Tiny cracks began to appear on the surface of the barrier, spreading rapidly like a fine spider web, threatening to shatter completely at any moment.

"Damn it, isn't it ready yet?"

Loki was extremely anxious, and his voice trembled slightly with tension and worry.

At this moment, the magical barrier was already teetering on the brink of collapse, and could completely crumble at any second. Yet, Wes still gripped the longbow that emitted a soft glow tightly, the arrow nocked, but he hesitated to release it.

"It's not the right time yet."

Wes's voice was calm and firm.

His gaze pierced through the thick layers of black fog.

His breathing was steady and deep. Although the situation around him was critical and extremely tense, his heart was as calm as a still lake, without the slightest ripple.

He was still waiting for a better opportunity, a chance to truly deliver a fatal blow to Hela, a crucial moment that would allow them to completely turn the tide of the battle.

Just then, a dazzling bolt of lightning, like a sword that splits the heavens and earth, suddenly tore through the thick black fog.

It was Thor. Ignoring the corrosive effects of the black mist, which was like sulfuric acid, he charged toward Hela, fueled by his hatred for her and his unwavering faith.

His armor hissed under the corrosive influence of the laws of death, and mottled rust appeared on its surface.

His flesh and blood, corroded by this evil force, emitted a pungent, burnt smell, and his skin began to ulcerate, revealing his bare bones.

But he gritted his teeth, his face contorted with pain, yet he still relied on his tenacious will and indomitable spirit to approach Hela step by step.

Finally, he caught Hela's faint presence in the darkness. He rushed forward, grabbed her around the waist with all his might, and pushed forward desperately, trying to control her and create the best opportunity for Wes to attack.

"madness."

Hela snorted coldly.

Thor's behavior was like a moth drawn to a flame, courting death.

Under the onslaught of this death law, powerful enough to destroy the world, Thor's body was already overwhelmed, enduring immense pain every second.

"Whoosh~"

Just as Thor was about to be driven to the brink of death, Wes finally fired that arrow.

This arrow, composed of the laws of light, carried a dazzling light and immense power, shooting towards Hela like a shooting star piercing the darkness of the universe.

However, Hela's reaction speed was beyond imagination. Like a nimble wildcat, she subtly shifted her body just as the arrow was about to hit her, easily dodging the seemingly fatal blow.

Loki stared at Wes in shock, his eyes wide and filled with disbelief.

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

He originally thought this arrow would be the key move to turn the tide of the battle and their hope of turning defeat into victory, but Hela dodged it so easily.

A deep sense of disappointment and anger welled up inside me.

Just as Hela was about to make a sarcastic remark and mock their overestimation of their abilities, something unexpected happened.

The arrow of light, originally aimed at Hela, suddenly changed direction mid-air and struck Thor in the chest.

"FUXXK!! What did you do??"

Loki completely lost his mind; his eyes turned bloodshot with anger and shock, as if they were about to spit fire.

He grabbed Wes by the collar, lifted him up, and roared.

Wes simply looked at Loki with a calm, slightly idiotic gaze, offering no explanation.

The arrow of light pierced Thor's body and instantly transformed into a gentle stream, flowing through Thor's blood.

Wherever these streams flow, Thor's body, corrupted by the laws of death, is rapidly healed.

The armor, which was originally tattered and covered in rust, began to regain its luster and radiate a golden light again;

The charred, festering flesh, exposing the white bones, gradually healed, and the new skin became as smooth and delicate as a newborn baby's.

Moreover, the lightning Thor unleashed actually carried a trace of the power of the Law of Light.

These two powerful forces merged and intertwined, making Thor's attacks even more powerful, as if he had become the embodiment of light and thunder.

Hela immediately felt Thor's arms were like red-hot iron clamps, scalding hot and full of power. The intense heat made her skin start to smoke, making it difficult to break free.

"How is that possible?"

For the first time, shock and fear appeared in Hela's eyes. Her confident expression vanished instantly, replaced by disbelief.

While Hela was momentarily stunned, Thor seized the opportunity to exert his strength, gathering all his power in his legs and arms, and with a sudden burst of force, threw Hela to the ground.

Then he quickly straddled her, raised his hands high, and punched Hela again and again.

Each punch carried the power of thunder and light, producing a dull sound, like the beating of war drums.

With Thor's attack, a deep crater was smashed into the otherwise solid floor of the palace.

(End of this chapter)