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

Chapter 458 Counterattack

Wes swung his right arm, and the greatsword, which gathered endless light and power, was like an enraged star that broke free from the shackles of the universe. With an almost tyrannical posture, it plummeted from the sky with boundless power and might.

The giant sword fell at a speed that exceeded people's perception of speed. The surrounding air was as if it were being frantically kneaded by an invisible giant hand, producing a muffled and deafening explosion, the sound as dense as ten thousand cannons firing at once on a battlefield.

Centered on the giant sword, visible ripples spread outwards in concentric circles, much like the turbulent waves that arise when a giant meteorite strikes a calm surface of water. The ripples spread wildly in all directions, and wherever they reached, the space itself seemed to be slightly distorted by the force.

The air, which was originally invisible, colorless, and freely flowing, was forcibly compressed into a solid state, presenting an extremely strange condition.

The light refracted strangely and fantastically in the extremely compressed air, distorting and blurring the surrounding scenery. The originally clear outlines of objects became fragmented, as if the whole world had lost its original order under the terrifying power of this giant sword and fallen into a state of chaos.

At this moment, the greatsword seemed to bear the weight of the entire universe, carrying a majestic momentum capable of destroying stars, and charged straight toward Strange, as if to crush him and everything he held dear.

Strange's hands moved rapidly, and a string of ancient and mysterious incantations came from his mouth.

In an instant, a shield of Seraphin, radiating a dazzling golden light, appeared in front of him.

However, the seemingly powerful defensive force of the Seraphim Shield only lasted for a few seconds in the face of this terrifying impact, before it was mercilessly crushed into countless shimmering points of light like fragile glass.

These specks of light, like shattered stars, drifted slowly through the air.

But the title of Sorcerer Supreme is well-deserved; Strange's strength and background far exceed what ordinary people can imagine.

He showed no intention of dodging, standing firmly on his feet in this space ravaged by magic, his expression solemn and focused.

He quickly raised his hands and charged towards the giant sword without hesitation.

The moment his hands touched the greatsword, a powerful and mysterious magical force surged forth from his palms like a raging tide.

The blade of the giant sword began to rapidly disintegrate, transforming into countless colorful butterflies.

These butterflies fluttered their beautiful wings and danced gracefully in the air.

It was as if the breathtaking, world-destroying scene that had just occurred had never happened, leaving only this dreamlike and beautiful scene.

Before Strange could recover from the near-death experience, a tiger made of hellfire suddenly pounced on him amidst the swirling light and chaotic magical fluctuations.

The tiger was engulfed in raging hellfire, and its deafening roar could tear a person's soul apart, filling their heart with fear and despair.

Strange's reaction was incredibly fast. His brain made a decision in an instant, and his hands instinctively began to gather magic power, preparing to create a shield for defense.

The tiger, made of hellfire, was incredibly fast. Before he could even prepare his defenses, it pounced on him like lightning.

Sharp claws, wreathed in flames, slashed at his arm like red-hot blades, while sharp fangs bit mercilessly at his body.

The searing heat of hellfire caused Strange excruciating pain, like countless red-hot steel needles piercing deep into his soul. This not only caused unbearable physical suffering but also plunged his mind into extreme chaos, making it impossible for him to concentrate and gather his magic.

In the critical moment, the Eye of Agamotto on Strange's chest began to emit a dazzling green light.

This light contains a mysterious and ancient power of time, a concrete manifestation of the laws of time in the universe.

As the light shone, time seemed to be controlled by an invisible yet incredibly powerful hand.

The flow of time began to become chaotic, and the boundaries between the past, present, and future became blurred at this moment.

The tiger that was frantically tearing at Strange gradually became ethereal, its outline fading until it was finally completely erased from the timeline.

It was as if it had never existed in this world, leaving no trace.

Meanwhile, the wound on Strange's arm began to heal at a visible speed, and his torn clothes and charred skin gradually returned to normal.

"That's cheating."

Wes couldn't help but mutter a curse as he watched this scene.

"Wes, you just need to stay in the mirror space."

Strange tried to persuade Wes to give up resistance, believing that this was the only way to avoid greater losses and chaos.

Wes couldn't be bothered to listen to Strange's nonsense.

I'm not a caged beast to be slaughtered; how could I possibly obediently listen to others just because they say I should be locked up?

They had originally planned to fight Thanos together.

But now, Strange's actions have ignited a burning rage within him.

Wes's magical power surged like a raging storm as he slammed his scepter into the ground.

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

The hard ground was instantly smashed open with several jagged cracks, which spread outwards like a spider web.

Fiery magma surged and seeped from the cracks, emitting a pungent sulfurous smell and carrying an aura of destruction, instantly distorting and deforming the surrounding air.

Under the powerful transformation spell of Wess, the magma began to undergo strange and terrifying changes.

They first churned and surged violently, as if they were alive, and then gradually coalesced into fierce beasts.

These ferocious beasts are all different in shape and lifelike, each exuding a chilling aura.

Some were as huge as mountains, with bulging muscles, as if they could easily crush anything in their way;

Some were agile, moving like lightning, with a bloodthirsty glint in their eyes.

As Wes's magic continued to flow, more and more beasts appeared, and soon they gathered into a huge army.

In the sky, there are giant pterosaurs and fiery phoenixes.

Running underground were massive mammoths, their heavy steps causing the ground to tremble with each stride; and there were also incredibly fast saber-toothed tigers.

"superior!"

Wes used his scepter to point at Strange, giving commands to the beasts.

In an instant, the army of beasts surged toward Strange like a tidal wave.

They run and fly, tearing the air apart wherever they go, producing a sharp whistling sound.

The goal is to overwhelm Strange with this endless horde of beasts, leaving him nowhere to escape.

(End of this chapter)