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

Chapter 470 begins

It started as a tiny crack, but it quickly expanded and formed a huge spatial passage.

Tall, pacifist figures with a cold, metallic sheen emerged slowly from the spatial passage with orderly, heavy steps.

These pacifists are not ordinary mechanical creations; they are meticulously crafted combat weapons by Vegapunk.

Its outer shell is a blend of vibranium, uranium, and other precious materials.

Vibranium possesses unparalleled toughness and energy absorption properties, easily withstanding powerful attacks and neutralizing the enemy's power.

Uru metal contains ancient and mysterious magical power, granting pacifists stronger magical resistance and special attack capabilities.

Each pacifist statue is engraved with intricate and precise runes and lines.

These runes shimmer with a faint light; they are not merely decorations, but also a source of immense power.

The runes and lines intertwine to form a complex and efficient energy circulation system, enabling pacifists to continuously acquire and convert energy, providing a solid guarantee for their powerful combat capabilities.

Their eyes gleamed red, like two burning flames.

As the pacifists emerged from the space tunnel, they quickly formed neat battle formations around Wes.

"Set off!"

Flames shot from the propulsion devices beneath the feet of the pacifists.

The powerful thrust lifts their massive bodies into the air.

With a series of whooshing sounds, the pacifists flew swiftly towards Kamar-Taj, leaving behind a series of dazzling contrails in the sky.

"They're here."

The mages of Kamar-Taj spotted the pacifists flying in the air from afar.

"What is that?"

A young mage couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling slightly.

"A clone, or a robot?"

The other monk frowned.

But whatever they were, the mages knew in their hearts that they were not friendly and must be enemies.

"boom!"

A loud bang shattered the tranquility of the mountains as the magic cannon roared first.

The thick cannon muzzle spewed out a dazzling beam of magical light, shooting towards the leading pacifist.

However, to the monk's astonishment, the pacifist actually withstood the blow.

The magical beam struck its body, which was made of vibranium and uru metal, sending up a dazzling burst of sparks, but it only made its body pause slightly.

Immediately afterwards, it used the force of the impact to slam into the barrier of Kamar-Taj.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The moment the pacifist came into contact with the barrier, it was like being electrocuted, producing a piercing sound.

A powerful electric current raged through its body, yet it still struggled stubbornly, trying to break through the barrier.

Meanwhile, the other pacifists were not to be outdone, and laser beams shot out from their hands, slicing through the air.

However, all of these powerful lasers were blocked by the barrier.

The laser collided with the barrier, producing a series of booming sounds and stirring up ripples of energy.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a giant, pitch-black hand descended from the sky.

This enormous hand blotted out the sky, as if it came from an endless abyss of darkness, casting its shadow over the entire Kamar-Taj.

The large hand slammed down hard on the barrier.

Hang in there!

Strange encouraged them loudly.

The mages gritted their teeth and poured their magic into the barrier without reservation.

Sweat dripped from their foreheads, but no one backed down.

The large hand seemed to sense the barrier's stubborn resistance and suddenly yanked it.

A powerful force erupted instantly.

With a "crack" sound, a large hole was torn open in the barrier.

The pacifists poured in like a tide through the torn opening.

The pacifists launched a fierce offensive, their mechanical hands constantly shooting out blinding lasers. Straight beams of light crisscrossed the area, sending bricks and stones flying and explosions erupting one after another, deafeningly loud.

In the blink of an eye, the unsuspecting Kamar-Taj descended into chaos. Several mages who couldn't escape in time fell into pools of blood, their limbs and torsos scattered everywhere, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood.

"Step back!"

An elderly and powerful mage stepped forward, his body surging with magical energy, his robes fluttering wildly in the wind.

He waved his hand and shouted loudly, signaling the younger generation of monks to evacuate immediately.

"You retreat, leave these things to us."

His voice was firm and powerful, filled with a reassuring authority.

These experienced high-ranking mages quickly gathered together, skillfully wielding spells and chanting incantations as various dazzling magical lights bloomed in their hands.

Some mages wielded magical weapons that emitted a mysterious light, runes flashing on their longswords and magic flowing on their shields. Their perfect coordination temporarily hindered the pacifists' attack.

However, Weiss was not about to give up so easily.

Just as the pacifists reached a stalemate, an even more powerful force—the Seraphim—made their appearance.

A flash of light appeared in the sky, and several figures descended from the heavens, their arrival causing the air to tremble.

Seraphim are more powerful than pacifists, and each possesses unique special abilities.

Seraph Luffy's body instantly swelled, transforming into a gigantic white ape in the blink of an eye, his muscles bulging and brimming with explosive power.

It wielded a pair of thick iron fists, each swing generating a powerful gust of wind that caused buildings to collapse and bricks to be smashed to pieces wherever it went.

The magic cast by the mages struck it like a mosquito bite, causing no pain or itch.

Seraph Hawkeye's eyes were icy cold, as if all things in the world were like ants in his eyes.

He gently swung his sword; the seemingly casual strike contained the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Each swing of the sword unleashed a massive burst of sword energy, cleaving buildings in two wherever it went.

Each seraph is like a killing machine from hell; their arrival instantly reverses the course of the battlefield.

The mages of Kamar-Taj were under increasing pressure from their powerful offensive, and their defenses were on the verge of collapse.

Strange stood atop the highest tower of Kamar-Taj, overlooking the chaotic and horrific battlefield below, his heart filled with anxiety and anger.

Seeing his former fellow disciples and friends fall one after another under the attack of the powerful machines and monsters summoned by Wes, he could no longer stand idly by.

The screams of the sorcerers and the sounds of collapsing buildings pierced his heart. As the guardian of Kamar-Taj, his duty was to protect everything here.

He quickly raised his hands, palms facing each other, and magic gathered in his hands, forming a magic circle.

Prepare to unleash powerful magic to rescue the mages struggling between life and death.

(End of this chapter)