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

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However, at the crucial moment when he was about to unleash his magic, a dazzling bolt of lightning struck him from the sky without warning.

The bolt of lightning was incredibly thick, resembling an angry dragon.

Thunder ripped through the sky, emitting a deafening roar, instantly ionizing the air in its path and leaving a scorching trail.

Strange felt the overwhelming threat coming at him, and his pupils instantly contracted.

In that critical moment, he suddenly turned to the side, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

But the lightning was too fast, and he still couldn't completely dodge it; the lightning grazed his shoulder.

A powerful electric current instantly coursed through his body, causing him to shudder violently, and the magic circle dissipated.

A sharp pain shot through his shoulder; his clothes were charred, revealing a patch of blackened skin, and faint electric currents still danced across his body.

Strange gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and looked up in the direction from which the lightning was coming.

Amidst the chaos of a battlefield ravaged by war, where magical light and mechanical lasers intertwined, Wes descended from the heavens like a meteor.

"I told you, I have plenty of time to play with you."

"Wes Irwin!"

Strange's eyes widened in fury and determination as he forced the name out through clenched teeth.

At this moment, any further explanation is meaningless, for Wes's atrocities have stained the land of Kamar-Taj with the blood of mages, the crimson stains standing out starkly against this sacred ground.

Strange knew the situation was critical and there was no time to hesitate.

He quickly formed hand seals, and dozens of clones identical to Strange rushed towards the various battlefields engulfed in flames.

They skillfully wielded their magical powers, either releasing healing auras to aid their injured companions or casting offensive spells to fight off the powerful enemies brought by Wes.

"Aren't you afraid of running out of magic power?"

Wes's lips curled up slightly.

"You don't need to worry about it."

Strange responded firmly, without the slightest hint of backing down.

Retreat at this moment would mean the destruction of Kamar-Taj; he must hold on to the end.

Before he finished speaking, Strange's true form held the sacred sword of Vishanti, which radiated a holy and dazzling light, with runes flashing on its blade.

Like a golden lightning bolt, it rushed towards Wes at an extremely fast speed, its fierce momentum seemingly about to instantly cut down the culprit before it.

However, harsh reality exposed Strange's weaknesses.

Although he was quite skilled in magic, he was not as good as Wes in physical combat.

Wes easily dodged Strange's seemingly fierce attack.

As he dodged, he didn't forget to continue his taunts: "I forgot that your magic comes from Vishanti."

His laughter was filled with contempt and disdain. "Using His power, aren't you afraid of being attacked back?"

Strange ignored him; he had only one belief in his mind—to defeat Wes and protect Kamar-Taj.

His sword danced like a whirlwind, and streaks of sword energy roared from the blade, sweeping towards Wes like sharp blades.

Wes remained calm and suddenly raised his right hand upwards.

A violent whirlwind rose from the ground, like a giant dragon awakened from the depths of hell, baring its fangs and claws as it madly pounced on Strange.

Wherever the whirlwind passed, the air emitted a sharp whistling sound.

Strange was unable to dodge in time and was sent flying by this unimaginably powerful force.

Moreover, this whirlwind shattered the magical web that Strange had secretly woven.

Strange attempted to use the magic net to silently trap Wes while attacking, delivering a fatal blow.

However, his little trick did not escape Wes's notice.

Strange rubbed his hands together rapidly and then thrust them forward abruptly.

As he moved, the raging hurricane gradually dissipated.

But before Strange could even catch his breath, an even more terrifying crisis was about to unfold.

The once clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, the black clouds rolling and surging like turbulent waves.

Within the clouds, countless bright spots twinkled like stars. These bright spots grew larger and clearer, revealing themselves to be enormous meteors, trailing long fiery tails, hurtling madly toward the ground.

"Celestial Magic Meteor!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Meteors rained down on the ground, creating a series of deafening explosions.

Each meteor that struck the ground caused a powerful explosion, sending flames soaring into the sky and scorching shockwaves spreading outwards like a shock wave, instantly leveling the surrounding buildings.

The entire Kamar-Taj was trembling violently, as if it could be completely destroyed by this terrible force at any moment.

"Don't panic, use the slingshot to open the portal."

Wang calmly and collectedly directed the operation from the sidelines.

Unfortunately, this space had already been sealed off by Wes.

The sling ring lost its original function; no matter how the mages tried, they could not open the portal to the safe zone.

This was undoubtedly a serious decision-making error. At this moment, more meteors, like an endless rain of disaster, fell from the sky, as if to bury Kamar-Taj completely in this sea of ​​fire. Kamar-Taj was plunged into an unprecedented life-or-death crisis.

Wes was filled with resentment; he was simply retaliating. Strange's sneak attack had caused him immense pain and humiliation, and now he came with the rage of revenge. In his eyes, everything he did was a response to the enemy's evil deeds.

"Run, run fast!"

Wang finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

Ordinary mages are as fragile as ants in the face of the powerful Wes, and are no match for him at all.

However, it was all too late.

The angels, leading a group of pacifists, sealed off Kamar-Taj with an invincible force.

The mages inside Kamar-Taj looked at the impenetrable encirclement, their faces filled with despair and fear.

"Stephen, what should we do?"

The king's voice carried a hint of anxiety as he looked at Strange, his eyes filled with expectation and reliance on this key figure in Kamar-Taj.

"rest assured."

Despite his inner turmoil over the dire situation before him, as the leader of Kamar-Taj, he absolutely could not show weakness at this moment.

Strange knew that his every move and word affected the morale and hope of the group.

If he shows the slightest sign of panic or cowardice, the entire defenses of Kamar-Taj could collapse instantly.

Strange's mind was racing, considering every possible strategy.

(End of this chapter)