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

Chapter 538

"Annihilation!"

The four monarchs, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel, roared in unison.

Their voices merged together, resounding like a great bell throughout every corner of heaven.

With this shout, the power of the four elements—fire, water, wind, and earth—surged and intertwined wildly within the barrier, like a fiercely dancing dragon, releasing boundless energy.

This power continued to merge, eventually forming an extremely terrifying chaotic force, carrying an aura of destruction.

This chaotic power was like a greedy devourer, instantly destroying everything in its path.

The entire space within the barrier turned to dust.

Under the impact of this overwhelming force, David was torn to pieces like a fragile leaf in the gale, leaving not even a trace behind.

"Dead?"

One of the angels spoke with an undisguised sense of relief.

"As expected of the four great monarchs."

Another angel quickly echoed, his eyes filled with admiration and worship.

The other angels also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the terrifying enemy that had been giving them so much trouble had finally disappeared.

Just as this brief period of peace arrived, the weather suddenly changed. The once clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds, followed by a torrential downpour.

This scene stunned all the angels.

Heaven is a sacred and inviolable pure land, a symbol of purity and beauty. How could it possibly rain, especially such eerie black rain?

"Be careful!"

The seraph keenly sensed something was wrong and shouted a warning.

But it was all too late; the black raindrops, like arrows carrying evil curses, rained down on the angels.

The angels, assaulted by the black raindrops, underwent a terrifying transformation. Their skin turned a glossy black, like rocks eroded by darkness, and their eyes lost their original divine luster, becoming hollow black.

Their bodies began to twist and deform, transforming into hideous black monsters.

The black monster let out a chilling roar, a desperate cry that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

They brandished their twisted limbs like mad beasts, lunging at the surrounding angels.

The angels, who had initially breathed a sigh of relief at David's disappearance, were now plunged into panic and chaos once again.

They grabbed their weapons and frantically tried to fight off the monsters that had been transformed from their own comrades, but the monsters seemed to be stronger than they had imagined, and their numbers continued to increase as the black raindrops fell.

In the distance, God watched all this silently, his expression unfathomable, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.

The four monarchs also frowned, their eyes revealing a hint of worry and confusion.

The black rain seemed to be controlled by an invisible, mysterious giant hand, gathering at an astonishing speed in mid-air.

They churned and churned continuously, like boiling black magma, carrying a chilling aura.

In just a moment, a gigantic David appeared before everyone.

His towering figure, almost as tall as the surrounding magnificent buildings and rolling mountains, gives people a strong sense of oppression.

At the same time, the Black Death Sword underwent an astonishing change, becoming enormous, and the black light emanating from its blade grew increasingly intense, resembling an endless abyss of darkness that seemed capable of devouring everything in the world.

David's eyes gleamed with a mad and resolute light, a light like burning black flames, filled with a destructive desire.

He gripped the Black Death Sword tightly with both hands, wielding the massive sword and slashing fiercely at God.

The enormous blade sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a whistling sound.

Without hesitation, the seraph stepped forward and stood in front of God, attempting to block the deadly attack with his own body.

Under the terrifying impact of the Black Death Sword, the Seraph was sent flying without any resistance.

His once enormous, snow-white wings, symbolizing holiness and majesty, were rendered useless in the face of this overwhelming and despairing impact, like a fragile veil.

His body uncontrollably traced a long arc in the air, like a meteor falling from the sky and hurtling towards the distant sky island.

The Seraph crashed heavily onto the distant sky island, the immense impact causing the entire island to tremble violently, as if struck by a powerful earthquake.

Rocks tumbled down the island, and vegetation was uprooted and scattered by the powerful force.

The Seraph's body was like an extremely sharp wedge, forcefully piercing through the Sky Island.

A massive, astonishing crater appeared on the surface of the sky island, and jagged cracks appeared on the surrounding ground, as if it had been torn apart by an invisible hand, making it look extremely terrifying.

At this moment, the seraph lay quietly in the deep pit, his once pristine white robe now tattered and covered in cracks and tears.

He was burned in many places by the evil power of the Black Death Sword, and blood kept gushing from the wounds. Golden blood flowed down his body.

Outside the Sky Island, David held the enormous Black Death Sword.

The black torrent, like a loyal guardian, surrounded him, churning endlessly.

And God still stood there quietly, a divine light shimmering on him.

Upon witnessing this scene, the four monarchs reacted swiftly.

They moved in perfect unison, quickly surrounding David, ready to unleash once again that powerful force that could return all things to chaos.

But David had anticipated their actions.

His body suddenly transformed into a black torrent, moving with lightning speed, breaking through the blockade of the four monarchs with astonishing force.

The black torrent, like a ferocious dragon, bared its fangs and claws, sweeping towards God with overwhelming force.

God stood quietly in place, witnessing all of this unfold, without the slightest sign of panic on his face.

Just as the black torrent that David had transformed into was about to sweep over God like a raging wave, a critical moment had arrived.

A fireball so dazzling it was almost impossible to look directly at appeared abruptly before God without warning.

The fireball was dazzlingly bright, like a small sun that suddenly burst forth, radiating an extremely hot aura. The surrounding air was ignited by this heat wave, making a sizzling sound and distorting.

The fireball revealed a Seraphim.

Seraphim, from the moment of their birth in Heaven, have been symbols of light.

(End of this chapter)