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

Chapter 452 Destruction

In an instant, the entire land of Asgard began to tremble violently, emitting painful roars.

Immediately afterwards, countless magma, like a primordial beast breaking free of its shackles, surged forth from the ground with overwhelming force.

They resembled furious fire dragons engulfed in raging flames, each one enormous, twisting and turning, baring its fangs and claws as it frantically lunged towards the sky.

The raging flames scorched and distorted the surrounding air, announcing the arrival of destruction to the world.

These magma columns shot skyward, reaching thicknesses of tens of meters. They intertwined and collided, spewing countless scalding sparks that turned the originally azure sky a fiery red. The intense flames seemed to ignite the entire firmament, plunging the whole world into this sea of ​​fire.

One volcano after another seemed to be stirred by this violent force and began to erupt.

The crater is like a giant, ferocious mouth of a demon, constantly spewing out thick smoke.

The thick smoke rose rapidly and spread like a group of black phantoms, spreading wildly in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, they blotted out the sky, shrouding the entire Asgard in a dark shadow.

The pungent smell of sulfur filled the air, a spicy and acrid odor that seemed like a curse from the depths of hell.

"boom!"

"boom!"

One deafening roar after another followed, sounding like the roar of millions of ancient beasts, the howl of demons from the depths of hell, or the death knell of the world being tolled again and again.

Each loud bang was accompanied by a violent tremor of the earth, causing everything on the ground to sway precariously in the powerful shockwave.

The entire Asgard was instantly plunged into an endless abyss of chaos and destruction.

The earth seemed to be violently shaken by an invisible giant hand, and huge cracks spread rapidly across the ground like hideous scars. They devoured everything around them, including roads, bridges, and squares, leaving nothing unscathed.

The scorching magma, like a surging tide, swept in with immense force and unstoppable momentum.

Wherever it went, countless houses and palaces collapsed under the double blow of the high temperature and violent tremors.

Those once towering, magnificent buildings that symbolized Asgard's glory and honor were now like fragile building blocks, turning into ruins in just a few minutes.

The ruins loomed in and out of view amidst the firelight and thick smoke, like silent guardians, witnessing the rise and fall of Asgard, telling tales of its past glory and present desolation.

Once a bustling and vibrant land, Asgard is now a desolate wasteland, permeated with despair and death.

Flames filled the sky, and darkness, like a huge and heavy curtain, shrouded the land, as if the end of the world had truly arrived. The past glory and honor were gradually disappearing in the raging flames, leaving no trace.

"Ha~ Ha~"

Surtur gazed at all this, then roared to the sky, letting out a deafening laugh. His enormous body appeared even more ferocious and terrifying in the firelight.

His laughter was filled with madness and satisfaction. After a long wait, he finally fulfilled his destiny, pushing Asgard into the abyss of destruction.

The laughter echoed through the ruins, as if it were a merciless mockery of this once-powerful nation.

Just then, Heimdall, Valkyrie, and others rushed over, looking flustered.

Their originally firm and confident steps became heavy and slow the moment they saw the hellish scene before them.

Their expressions gradually shifted from initial shock to deep desolation, their eyes filled with sadness and helplessness, shrouded in a gloom.

Asgard, the home they had protected for generations, the place that held their dreams, glory, and memories, was about to be utterly destroyed before their very eyes.

You can imagine how they felt; it was a deep-seated pain and despair.

"It's alright. As long as people are still alive, we can rebuild Asgard."

Thor stepped forward, looked at his former comrades-in-arms, and said, trying to appear calm.

His voice trembled slightly, with a barely perceptible sob.

It's unclear whether this was meant to comfort oneself, others, or both.

He tried to straighten his back, his eyes showing determination, but deep down there was a trace of confusion and sadness that was hard to hide.

Rebuilding homes is no easy task, but at this moment, he must give everyone, and himself, a glimmer of hope.

"Let's go."

Wes stepped forward and said calmly.

A space tunnel has opened, connecting to Earth.

The crowd remained silent, their faces filled with endless sorrow and reluctance, as they passed through the passage one by one and returned to Earth.

In the end, only Wes, Thor, and Loki remained, standing silently on the ruins, watching the destruction of Asgard.

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

The demise of a world contains a vast amount of information, and the leaked power of laws is a rare and wondrous sight.

Wes closed his eyes, immersing himself in the powerful and mysterious energy fluctuations, trying to understand their mysteries.

His face showed a focused and absorbed expression, as if he were conversing with the most mysterious power in the world.

Every flow of laws, every fluctuation of energy, seemed to be telling him the mysteries of the universe.

Thor and Loki, on the other hand, were simply reminiscing.

Their gazes slowly swept over this once-familiar land, and the majestic yet kind face of their father Odin involuntarily surfaced in their minds, reminding them of the joyful times of the past.

As children, they chased and played in the palace corridors, their laughter echoing in every corner;

As they grew up, they followed Odin in his campaigns, fighting side by side on the battlefield to protect the peace and tranquility of Asgard.

Now, all of this will become the past, and their hearts are filled with reluctance and nostalgia.

Those past memories are like gentle knives, lightly cutting across their hearts, leaving wounds that are difficult to heal.

Finally, Asgard burst forth with a dazzling white light.

The light was so intense, it seemed to gather the light of the entire universe, or perhaps it was the most dazzling brilliance that Asgard displayed in the last moment of its life.

It pierced through layers of thick smoke and fire, illuminating the entire world.

The three of them, aboard their spaceship, watched from afar as Asgard gradually disappeared into the white light, leaving not a trace of dust behind.

This land, which carries countless memories and glories, has become history, existing only in the depths of their memories.

Wes felt he had gained a lot, but he didn't show it to Thor and Loki, who had just lost their home.

What they need now is time and quiet to soothe the unhealable wound in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)