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

Chapter 460 Reality, Time

His hands moved in a series of complex and dazzling hand seals, and bursts of brilliant magical light emanated from them.

The light of magic shimmered in the dark depths of the sea, intertwining with the enormous bodies of the sea monsters.

The sea monsters opened their gaping maws, their sharp fangs gleaming coldly, and pounced on Strange.

Their thick tentacles tried to tightly bind Strange.

However, Strange was agile enough to weave through the gaps in the sea monsters' attacks with ease.

He skillfully used magic, sometimes conjuring up sturdy magical shields to withstand the fierce impacts of the sea monsters;

It occasionally unleashes powerful magical energy, inflicting heavy damage on the sea monsters.

Minutes later, a dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire deep sea, as if the sun had burst forth from the seabed.

It was accompanied by a deep, loud roar.

Strange's body darted through the water at high speed, leaving trails of white splashes behind him.

Finally, he shot out of the sea like a cannonball breaking through the water.

As soon as he emerged from the sea, Strange's chest heaved violently.

On the sea, the enormous, mountain-like corpses of several sea monsters floated silently, their bodies swaying gently as the waves rhythmically lapped against them, as if performing a bizarre funeral dance.

The surrounding seawater was already stained crimson with their blood, and a thick, pungent stench permeated the air. The entire sea surface resembled a chilling sea of ​​blood, reflecting an eerie and dazzling light under the sunlight.

"Gurgle~ gurgle~"

A deep and strange sound came from the deep sea, like the low groan of a sleeping giant.

The entire ocean seemed to have been ignited by a blazing fire, and began to boil violently. The rolling waves were tens of meters high, surging and spreading in all directions.

The corpses of the sea monsters gradually dissolved in the boiling seawater, their once clear outlines becoming blurred and turning into clumps of thick liquid emitting an eerie glow.

These liquids rapidly coalesced and reshaped in the chaos, eventually forming a gruesome monster.

It was three meters tall, with a huge octopus head and eight thick arms as hard as steel, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

The monster's blood-red eyes, like two burning flames, radiated endless killing intent and locked onto Strange.

Just as Strange was watching the monster warily, its form suddenly vanished, as if it had merged into the air.

Strange was startled. Relying on his years of combat experience, he reacted quickly, but before he could cast a spell, the monster appeared before him like a ghost. With a deafening roar, the monster unleashed a powerful punch.

The air was instantly compressed by the punch, producing a sharp explosion and forming a visible shockwave.

Strange hurriedly raised a magical shield, trying to withstand the fatal blow.

But faced with the monster's terrifying power, the magic shield crumbled like fragile glass, instantly dissipating into countless shimmering points of light in the air.

Immediately afterward, the monster delivered another swift punch. Strange couldn't dodge in time, and in the critical moment, his magic cloak quickly wrapped around the monster's arm.

However, the octopus monster has eight arms, so this obstacle is insignificant to it.

Strange acted decisively, removing his cloak without hesitation, and took advantage of the brief moment when the monster's arm was entangled to escape at top speed.

During his escape, he moved his hands rapidly, chanting incantations, and instantly created countless clones.

These clones surrounded the octopus monster like phantoms, each unleashing the "Crimson Chains".

Crimson beams of light shot out from the clone's hands, like nimble pythons, quickly coiling around the octopus monster and locking it in place.

Meanwhile, Strange's main body did not stop moving. He knew that the octopus monster in front of him was just one of the troubles Wes had created using the Reality Stone, and the real threat was Wes himself.

So, while directing his clones to restrain the octopus monster, he focused his mind on constantly searching for Wiz's whereabouts, trying to find his hiding place and resolve the crisis at its root.

"Wes, we need to talk."

Strange was desperately dodging the octopus monster's frenzied attacks while shouting at the top of his lungs.

His voice echoed over the turbulent sea, but the roar of the waves and the hiss of the octopus monster quickly drowned out his words, and he received no response.

Wes was now immersed in the unparalleled power bestowed by the Reality Stone, which emitted an eerie and intense light that was intimately intertwined with his mind.

Since Strange had chosen to attack him first, he had already made up his mind that he would not show any mercy.

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

The moment his spirit fully merged with the Reality Gem, an unprecedented and wondrous feeling enveloped him, as if he had established a direct connection with the fundamental rules of the entire universe, and deeply experienced a supreme status akin to that of a creator.

Enveloped by this power, he clearly realized that with just a thought, he could change the essential attributes of all things in the world at will and reshape the appearance of the entire world. The shock and temptation brought by this power made him completely addicted to it.

A strong desire for control surged within Wes; his will was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

These fluctuations spread rapidly outwards from the Reality Gem.

In the blink of an eye, a giant octopus monster appeared out of thin air without warning.

Then, a second one, a third one... In just a few seconds, hundreds of octopus monsters densely covered the entire sea surface.

Strange's clone fought back fiercely, his magical light flashing as he tried to withstand the overwhelming attack. But in the face of the surging octopus monster, it crumbled instantly, turning into countless shimmering lights and disappearing into the air.

Strange was all alone, being watched closely by hundreds of octopus monsters. Every murderous gaze felt like a tangible blade, sending chills down his spine.

The situation had reached a critical juncture of life and death, but he did not hesitate in the slightest.

At this critical moment, he quickly activated the Eye of Agamotto.

In an instant, a mysterious and dazzling light burst forth, containing the secrets of time, ancient and profound.

He focused his mind, manipulating the Time Stone to create a time barrier radiating a deep blue light centered on himself.

This time barrier was like an indestructible bulwark, isolating Strange from the outside world.

Within this barrier, the rules of time are redefined, the flow becomes extremely slow, and everything seems to be in slow motion.

Outside the barrier, the octopus monsters continued their frenzied attacks. They relentlessly rammed into the time barrier, their tentacles striking it with dull thuds and sending up strange ripples, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not cross this defensive line built of time.

No matter how many octopus monsters there are or how powerful they are, they are powerless in the face of the rules of the Time Stone.

(End of this chapter)