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

Chapter 469 Revenge

He felt no fear at the sudden appearance of Mephisto's clone.

"Ha~ Ha~"

Mephisto's eyes, burning with eerie green flames, were fixed on Wes, a cunning glint in them. He spoke, "Interested in cooperating with me?"

"Cooperation? With a devil?"

Wes narrowed his eyes slightly, a strong sense of vigilance flashing in them.

Dealing with the devil can lead to utter ruin if one is not careful, and one will eventually be devoured until not even a bone remains.

In legends and stories from all over the world, the devil has always been infamous for his cunning, treachery, and deceit.

In particular, their usual trick of signing so-called "fair contracts" has led countless people into an abyss of no return.

Those souls bound by the contract suffered endless torment and unbearable pain under the control of the devil.

Even in some ancient legends, the high and mighty gods, who possess great power, have fallen into traps and been deceived by the devil's sweet words, ending up in a sorry state.

"Don't be so cold. We all have a common enemy—the Sorcerer Supreme."

Mephisto narrowed his eyes, which burned with ghostly flames, attempting to use this common enemy as bait to pique Wes's interest.

His voice carried a bewitching magic, gently tugging at the string deep within Wes's heart that might harbor resentment towards the Sorcerer Supreme.

Upon hearing this, Wes raised an eyebrow slightly, a subtle hint of contemplation flashing in his eyes.

Seeing that Wes seemed to have a slight interest, Mephisto immediately seized the opportunity, like a shark smelling blood.

His words were seductive, and he eloquently described the many "benefits" of cooperating with him.

However, Wess was as unyielding as a rock, and he didn't believe a word Mephisto said.

The more enthusiastic Mephisto appears, the more terrifying the conspiracy hidden behind him becomes.

Behind every enthusiastic word may lie a deadly trap.

Beneath Mephisto's seemingly sincere gaze lay a greedy covetousness.

That bastard's got his eye on me.

Wes pondered to himself, and he was almost certain of his guess.

Even the soul of a demigod is a rare collectible for a devil like Mephisto who is obsessed with collecting powerful souls.

Moreover, Wess successfully ascended to demigod in such a short time. In Mephisto's view, Wess must be hiding some earth-shattering secret, which may allow Mephisto's power to be enhanced like never before.

Weiss had a clear understanding of his own limitations; he knew perfectly well that in terms of cunning and scheming, he was worlds apart from Mephisto.

Over the long years, Mephisto has experienced countless conspiracies and schemes, accumulating numerous cunning methods.

If I were to contend with him, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

Without the slightest hesitation, she said firmly and decisively, "No interest."

Without hesitation, he rejected Mephisto's seemingly tempting but actually dangerous invitation.

Mephisto wasn't angry; he had countless hours, and this was just one of his tens of thousands of attempts.

After resolutely rejecting Mephisto's invitation to cooperate, the scene of Strange's sneak attack on him kept replaying in Wes's mind.

As time went by, his demigod power became more and more stable. This power not only gave him greater strength, but also allowed his desire for revenge to grow wildly like weeds.

It's time to confront this hatred and make Strange pay for what he's done.

In the remote and mysterious Himalayas, snow covers the continuous peaks, and clouds and mist swirl in the valleys, creating a scene like a fairyland.

Deep within this remote, snow-covered region, an ancient and magnificent building stands silently—Karmar-Taj.

It is a sacred place in the magical world, carrying countless magical knowledge and heritages, and gathering the most powerful magical forces and the wisest mages in the world.

At this moment, in the tranquil and solemn meditation chamber of Kamar-Taj, Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange, is immersed in deep meditation.

He was dressed in his signature red magic robe, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Deep within his consciousness, he was deeply merging with mysterious magical forces.

Strange's body suddenly jolted, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

His keen intuition, honed by years of training and powerful magical perception, detected a surging undercurrent of malice rapidly approaching Kamar-Taj.

"king."

Strange's voice was deep and urgent, echoing in the meditation room.

"What's wrong?"

Wang appeared in front of Strange almost instantly.

"Have the mages strengthen their defenses. I have a feeling big trouble is coming."

Strange frowned.

The enemy that could evoke such a strong sense of crisis must be an extremely powerful one with ill intentions.

Based on his understanding of the magical world, Kamar-Taj would face an unprecedented test should a threat of this magnitude descend.

Wang dared not delay in the slightest, as he was well aware of the seriousness of the situation.

He quickly stretched out his hands, his palms glowing with a mysterious blue light, and muttered incantations.

Using teleportation magic, he relayed Strange's orders to every mage as quickly as possible.

In an instant, Kamar-Taj was a scene of bustling activity.

The mages who were originally practicing and studying magic in various corners stopped what they were doing, quickly organized their magical equipment, and rushed to their respective posts to carry out their defensive tasks in an orderly manner.

Mysterious runes lit up around Kamar-Taj, radiating ancient and powerful energy.

As the runes flickered, a huge, hemispherical barrier slowly rose up.

This barrier, formed from the wisdom and power of generations of sorcerers, is the strongest defense of Kamar-Taj.

It shimmered with a deep blue light, like an unbreakable shield, protecting Kamar-Taj.

At the same time, massive magical cannons were slowly pushed out and placed at various strategic points in the castle.

The cannons are engraved with intricate magical runes, and each cannon exudes a powerful magical aura.

The cannons were pointed into the distance, ready to meet the approaching storm.

These magical cannons are one of Kamar-Taj's ultimate weapons against powerful enemies; once fired, they are capable of inflicting devastating damage.

The mages busied themselves around the magic cannons, making final adjustments and preparations to ensure they could unleash their maximum power at the crucial moment.

On the other side, Wes slowly raised his hands, palms facing each other, closed his eyes, and muttered something under his breath.

As he moved, the space was gently torn apart by an invisible hand.

(End of this chapter)