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

Chapter 451 Ragnarok

Surtur's towering, mountain-like form cast a massive shadow over Asgard, resembling a giant, moving volcano.

Every move he made carried a devastating force.

The enormous hand, wreathed in surging flames, lashed out at Hela with near-frenzied force.

"Snapped!"

A deafening roar erupted, like a thunderclap exploding in one's ears.

Hela was slammed back to the ground like an insignificant ant.

The moment Hela's body hit the ground, it was like a bomb exploding, creating a huge crater several meters in diameter. The surrounding ground seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, cracking open with countless tiny fissures.

After his successful strike, Surtur did not pause for a moment, raising the greatsword, which seemed to have been born from a fiery abyss, high in both hands.

The blade of this greatsword is entirely formed from raging flames, which surge and leap violently, chanting ancient incantations of destruction, as if to drag the entire universe into this endless infernal purgatory.

"The terrifying law of fire."

Wes stood not far away, muttering to himself.

He could clearly sense that Surtur's existence was simply a perfect embodiment of the laws of fire.

Every inch of his body flowed with pure and powerful fire energy, and every fluctuation of power was like a volcanic eruption about to erupt.

No wonder he possesses such terrifying strength.

Hela was somewhat disoriented by the sudden and fierce attack.

She is the infamous Goddess of Death, who has experienced countless brutal battles over the long years, and possesses an indomitable stubbornness and resilience in her bones.

Her teeth were grinding together, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, but her hateful eyes remained fixed firmly on Surtur before her.

She used all her strength, mobilizing every trace of the law of death within her body, to desperately resist the sword blade that pressed down like Mount Tai.

Her legs trembled violently under the terrifying pressure, on the verge of giving way, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Finally, she involuntarily knelt on one knee, and under her weight, cracks appeared on the ground again, spreading outwards like hideous scars.

Asgard cannot be destroyed. She cried out in despair in her heart. She had just broken free from the seal and regained her freedom. This land was not only the source of her power, but also the place where she longed to rule and establish supreme authority. She would never allow it to be destroyed like this.

"Thor, this is your homeland too. How can you bear to watch it be destroyed?"

Hela raised her head, her gaze passing over the billowing smoke and chaotic battlefield, and looking at Thor not far away.

Her voice carried a hint of resentment, a hint of despair, and a hint of hope in trying to move Thor.

A hint of vulnerability flashed in her eyes, though it was only for a fleeting moment, but Thor caught it.

Thor was also covered in wounds. His armor was tattered, revealing his skin covered in wounds, from which blood seeped out and stained his clothes red.

He staggered to his feet, his body swaying a few times.

There was still a hint of hesitation in his eyes, a longing and reluctance to leave his hometown, and a struggle with the decision he was about to make.

But after hearing Hela's words, that hesitation was gradually replaced by determination.

Hela was too powerful. Even with Wes joining forces, they could only inflict some superficial injuries on her, posing no real threat whatsoever.

The only way to completely defeat her and end this terrible disaster is to destroy Asgard.

If Hela weren't so bloodthirsty and ambitious, Thor might have been happy to have a sister. They could have protected Asgard together, shared the peace and tranquility of the land, and passed on Asgard's glory and splendor.

But now, everything is impossible; the gears of fate have begun to turn, heading in an irreversible direction.

Under the relentless pressure of Surtur's terrifying power, Hela unleashed her final strength.

Her eyes flashed with an eerie light, like will-o'-the-wisps from the abyss of darkness.

The aura of death surrounding him was like a surging black tide, surging and churning wildly, as if it wanted to devour everything around him.

She looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, the sound like the hooting of an owl.

Immediately afterwards, she pushed her arms upwards sharply, and a powerful, suffocating dark magic erupted from her body.

This force was like the eruption of a dark star, impacting everything around it.

Surtur was jolted back a few steps by the force, his massive body leaving deep footprints in the ground, and the surrounding ground collapsed due to the impact.

The whole of Asgard trembled, and the earth groaned in agony.

Taking advantage of Surtur's retreat, Hela stomped her feet hard on the ground, causing it to crack instantly beneath her feet.

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

She was like a black shooting star, soaring through the air with an indomitable spirit.

The short sword in her hand gleamed with a cold light that seemed capable of tearing through space, her target aimed directly at Surtur's enormous eye.

This is Surtur's weakness. If we can hit that spot, we might be able to turn the tide of the battle and change the extremely unfavorable situation for Hela.

Just as Hela's short sword was about to pierce Surtur's eye, a dazzling shield of light suddenly appeared in front of her.

Wes had been keeping a close eye on the situation on the battlefield, and at this critical moment, he quickly mobilized the laws of light to create a light shield.

The shield blocked for less than a second, but that brief second played a crucial role.

In that instant, Surtur reacted, quickly adjusting his posture. His greatsword drew an arc in the air, carrying immense power and blazing flames, and slashed horizontally with overwhelming force.

The greatsword sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, sending Hela flying.

Hela's body tumbled through the air like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc before crashing heavily into the distant mountains.

The mountain was dented by Hela's impact.

Surtur looked at everything before him, his entire body radiating a dazzling, fiery red light. Within that light was a frenzied fighting spirit, a desire to burn everything in Asgard to ashes.

It also carries a sense of relief; he has waited for this moment for far too long. Destroying Asgard was his innate mission, and now it is finally about to be accomplished.

"I've arrived, Asgard!!"

He roared again, a roar that seemed to shatter the sky and scatter the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, he forcefully pierced the earth of Asgard with the greatsword in his hand.

(End of this chapter)