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

Chapter 457 Encounter

"Just because of this?"

Wes couldn't believe it.

To regard someone as an enemy simply because of a predicted future is too hasty.

"The only victorious future doesn't include you."

Stephen Strange's expression was solemn, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. He slowly opened his arms, and powerful magic surged forth from his body like a raging tide.

As he moved, a magic circle rushed toward Wes, its runes flashing and jumping.

The magic circle swept past Wes, and the surrounding scenery suddenly underwent a dramatic transformation.

The once warm and peaceful island beneath our feet has, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a frozen, icy world.

The biting wind, like a roaring beast, swept past, carrying sharp ice shards, whipping up snowflakes that relentlessly lashed at Wes's body.

"Arctic??".

"I'm sorry, but I'll stay here obediently."

Strange's voice echoed through the icy landscape, carrying a hint of helplessness and an undeniable firmness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ice field beneath his feet suddenly made a series of cracking sounds, as if the earth was groaning in pain.

Countless sharp, icy thorns, like a swarm of hungry venomous snakes, rapidly coiled around Wes from the cracked ice, their surfaces gleaming with a cold light, each one incredibly sharp.

In the blink of an eye, Wes's figure was submerged in a sea of ​​ice shards, the dense ice shards completely engulfing him.

A magnificent flame lotus quietly bloomed amidst the ice.

The flames were extremely hot, instantly melting the surrounding ice field.

The once incredibly hard ice layer quickly transformed into a shimmering lake under the scorching heat of the flames.

"Tch~"

As the water vapor evaporated, a large amount of white fog rose rapidly, like a huge white curtain, completely obscuring an area of ​​several kilometers around.

The fog was thick, obstructing visibility and making it feel like being in a mysterious white world, where one couldn't tell which way was which.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Wes used his exquisite control over magic to quietly conceal himself.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the mist, his movements light yet wary as he slowly approached Strange. When he was close enough, he suddenly sprang up, raising his scepter high and striking Strange's head with all his might.

The scepter drew a sharp arc in the air.

The magical cloak on Strange instantly and magically wrapped around Wes's scepter.

The cloak deflected the sudden attack.

Strange quickly changed his hand gestures and muttered incantations, uttering a string of ancient and mysterious spells.

Several crimson chains shot out from his hands like lightning, burning with eerie dark red flames, and hurtled towards Wes with tremendous force.

Wes remained calm under pressure, his eyes flashing with composure, and instantly created a clone of himself.

The clone was exactly the same as him, with no difference in appearance or aura.

The crimson chains only bound the clone, while he himself swiftly used a transformation spell to turn the scepter into an incredibly sharp sword.

The sword thrust straight at Strange.

Upon seeing this, Strange immediately activated the Shield of Seraphim, and a shield gleaming with golden light instantly appeared in front of him.

The shield was covered with intricate magical runes, like ancient and mysterious symbols, radiating a powerful protective force that blocked the sword strike.

The sword struck the shield with a crisp clang, sending sparks flying.

Without pausing, Wes rapidly gathered violent lightning power in his right palm.

During this time, he had been carefully observing Thor's use of the Thunder Law, and through countless studies and attempts, he had also grasped some of its basics.

However, this time he did not use the power of thunder to attack, but to blind.

A flash of light appeared in his palm, and a dazzling bolt of lightning erupted instantly.

The light was so intense that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if the sun's rays had converged at a single point, stinging one's eyes.

Strange was startled by the sudden burst of light and instinctively closed his eyes, leaning back slightly in an attempt to avoid the blinding glare.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wes quickly flew away.

He knew in his heart that fighting Strange would not only be time-consuming and exhausting, but also seemed hopeless at the moment.

He sped along, moving as fast as a shooting star across the sky, the surrounding scenery rushing past in his eyes.

Just then, a halo emitting a strange light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Strange slowly emerged from the circle of light: "You can't escape."

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

Without the slightest hesitation or slowing down, Wes charged towards Strange recklessly.

At the same time, he used the laws of light to condense light into arrows, which shimmered with a crystalline light as if they were forged from the essence of light.

The arrow flew toward Strange.

However, just as the arrow was about to strike, Strange swiftly opened the Mirror Dimension.

In an instant, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by an invisible hand, entering a world completely controlled by Strange.

Everything in the room becomes illusory and distorted; the light and the shapes of objects no longer follow the rules, as if entering a fantastical dream.

In this mirrored space distorted by strange magic, the surrounding scenery is as illusory and unstable as a dream bubble, with the shapes of objects sometimes elongated and sometimes twisted.

The light also refracts and scatters in strange ways.

This is an alternate dimension, separate from the real world. No matter what happens, the outside world will not be affected in the slightest.

Wes knew in his heart that if he wanted to get out of here today, there was absolutely no way he could do it without fighting Strange.

The magic power around him surged like a raging tsunami.

"Trial!"

Wes's voice boomed in the strange space, deafening like a great bell, carrying an unquestionable authority.

As he shouted, the surrounding light seemed to be summoned by some ancient and mysterious power, frantically converging from all directions.

These lights were originally soft and diffused.

But at this moment, guided by the rules, they quickly coalesced and intertwined, forming dazzling streams of light.

In the blink of an eye, these streams of light converged into a giant sword radiating a holy glow.

This greatsword has a long blade, covered with mysterious runes.

These runes are the physical manifestation of Wes's power.

The giant sword hovered in mid-air, and the pressure it emitted caused the surrounding space to tremble.

The air in the space seemed to be compressed by an invisible giant hand, making a "buzzing" sound.

(End of this chapter)