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

Chapter 453 Dwarfs

"What are your plans for the future?"

The lights inside the spaceship were dim. Thor sat in a chair in the rest area, holding a glass of beer tightly in his hand, and tilted his head back to drink it all in one gulp.

"Gurgle gurgle"

Beer foam slid down his resolute lips, which he casually wiped away with the back of his calloused hand.

"Find a place to rebuild Asgard."

Thor gazed through the spaceship window at the deep, boundless universe, his eyes filled with determination and resolve.

Earth, though it offered Asgard temporary refuge when Asgard faced annihilation, was ultimately not a permanent home for the Asgardians.

Among the countless stars in this vast universe, Thor firmly believed that there must exist a planet whose environment, resources, and other conditions could perfectly support Asgard's glorious history and future hopes, becoming a new home for the Asgardians.

"There's still one more thing: I lack a suitable weapon."

Thor frowned slightly and unconsciously stretched his strong arms. The feeling of helplessness from having his hands empty during the previous battle still lingered in his mind, making him feel uneasy.

He knew better than anyone that the road ahead would be fraught with thorns, filled with countless challenges and battles.

Asgard has just suffered a devastating blow and is now in dire need of rebuilding. It desperately needs a powerful guardian deity to protect its people.

A good weapon is crucial to improving his strength.

"Etri can help me."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Thor's eyes.

Aetre, the renowned king of the dwarves, possessed unparalleled skill in forging, as if the gods themselves had bestowed upon him the magic to create divine artifacts.

Many of the most famous artifacts in Asgard's history were created by his skillful hands, which were full of wisdom and power.

Thinking of his old friend whom he hadn't seen in a long time, Thor's mood unconsciously improved.

Thor strode to the spaceship's control panel and entered a coordinate.

With a slight, low energy fluctuation, the spaceship's engines emitted a buzzing roar.

The space around the spaceship began to distort, and the starlight became blurry and illusory.

A few seconds later, accompanied by a slight tremor, the spaceship successfully arrived in Nidavellir.

"What happened?"

Thor's face froze in confusion; the scene before him was completely different from the vibrant and energetic Nidavellus he remembered.

In his memory, Nidavellir was always a bustling and vibrant scene.

That enormous furnace, almost as big as the planet itself, was like an ever-burning star, with raging flames burning within it, illuminating the entire planet and providing a continuous source of energy for the dwarves' forging work.

The dwarves worked tirelessly like industrious worker ants, their hammers striking various metals with crisp, rhythmic sounds that mingled together and echoed day and night over Nidavellir.

"Can't you smell it?" Luo

With his keen senses, Ji noticed the unusual aura in the air. His eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle's, and he swiftly and decisively drew his twin swords.

"The smell of blood?"

Thor felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and an ominous premonition spread through his body like an electric current.

Unable to contain his anxiety any longer, he rushed to the spaceship's hatch and opened it.

Fortunately, none of the three of them were ordinary mortals; otherwise, the terrifying rays of space could easily penetrate any fragile life.

And the extremely low temperatures could kill them instantly.

Thor, like an arrow released from a bow, was the first to step out of the spaceship.

Wess calmly maneuvered the spaceship to a smooth stop on this desolate land.

He then walked out of the spaceship with Loki.

The scene before me was like a painting of hell.

Countless dwarf corpses lay scattered on the ground, resembling a silent stone forest.

These dwarfs were extremely tall, each exceeding 5 meters in height.

Although they look somewhat stocky due to their body proportions, they must have been incredibly strong and powerful in life.

The horrific traces at the scene clearly show that the dwarves put up a tenacious and heroic resistance. Scattered around them were many enemy corpses, each in a different pose, telling the story of the cruelty and tragedy of that fierce battle.

"This is?"

Loki's face instantly darkened, and his heart began to race.

"Thanos's army."

Loki's vigilance instantly spiked.

He had a profound understanding of the power of this cosmic overlord.

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

Thanos, whose name is like a terrifying curse in the universe, is often accompanied by the shadow of destruction and death wherever he goes.

The horrific tragedy that has befallen Nidavellar is likely inextricably linked to Thanos.

Wes also secretly became more vigilant, his eyes sharp as a hawk's as he warily scanned his surroundings.

As we traveled along, a deathly silence enveloped the land; not a single survivor was seen.

Various rare items were scattered haphazardly on the ground, along with some unfinished weapons. These weapons, which originally embodied the wisdom and skills of the dwarves, now lay alone in the dust, witnessing this tragic disaster.

Suddenly, Thor helped Etri to emerge from the ruins with difficulty.

Etri was extremely weak, his clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in wounds from which blood was still seeping.

Wes, save Etri.

Thor's voice was filled with anxiety and pleading, and his eyes were full of worry for his old friend.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wes raised his hand and a beam of light enveloped Etri.

The light, like a nimble sprite, gently caressed Etri's wounds, beginning to heal his external injuries.

As the light touched the wound, the skin and flesh began to heal at a visible speed, and the bleeding gradually stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a set of reagents, as if guided by an invisible hand, flew swiftly to Ettrium's mouth.

"Open your mouth." Wes's voice was firm and powerful.

Trusting Thor, Etri opened his mouth with difficulty.

Weiss manipulated more than a dozen reagents and poured them all into his mouth at once.

As the reagent slid down his throat, Ai Cui felt a warm sensation from his throat to his stomach, and a powerful force surged within him.

His previously scattered spirits began to recover, and his eyes regained their luster.

"Thank you," Ettri said gratefully, her voice still a little weak.

After expressing his gratitude, he slowly raised his head and looked at his destroyed home. The tall, giant man could no longer suppress his grief and burst into tears.

His cries echoed across this desolate land, filled with endless sorrow and despair, as if he were releasing all the pain in his heart.

(End of this chapter)