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

Chapter 540 Jesus Christ

"hey-hey.."

Mephisto's eyes gleamed as he stared intently at the intense battle on the battlefield, his hands rubbing together excitedly.

"The Black Death Sword is indeed extraordinary."

His voice was full of praise, yet tinged with a hint of jealousy.

At this moment, David faced the vast army of Heaven alone.

Not only did he show no sign of backing down, but he also displayed astonishing fighting power, actually suppressing his opponent.

The Black Death Sword's unique characteristics were perfectly demonstrated in this battle. The more people it killed, the stronger the power it absorbed, like an insatiable glutton that constantly devoured life to grow stronger.

If this situation continues, even if David fails to completely destroy Heaven this time, Heaven will certainly suffer a severe blow and be greatly weakened.

Mephisto felt a pang of regret. So many angel souls, which he had long coveted, were now enslaved by the Black Death Sword and had not fallen into his hands. It was as if the fat meat that was about to be eaten had been snatched away by someone else.

His cunning mind quickly came up with another idea, because he knew that there were many other enviable things in heaven.

"Come with me."

Mephisto suddenly turned around, a mysterious smile on his face, and led the way in one direction.

Wes stood to the side, initially focused on the battle, but now he was starting to get tired of the intense fighting.

Although he didn't know what Mephisto was going to do, he still silently followed behind Mephisto.

They traveled onward, passing through battlefield ruins, and finally arrived at Paradise Mountain.

This is the heart of Heaven, the abode of God and the high angels, filled with a sacred and majestic atmosphere.

Mephisto wore a confident smile.

He knew everything about this place and cast his spells with practiced ease.

His hands moved rapidly in the air, making complex and mysterious gestures, as if drawing a dark magic diagram.

A series of black beams, like sharp arrows, shot from his fingertips, carrying a hint of coldness, and accurately struck the key nodes of the barrier.

With a slight ripple, he silently broke through the seemingly impenetrable barrier without alerting any of the guardians in Heaven.

Along the way, they traveled through the perilous Paradise Mountain, inevitably encountering some patrolling angels.

Mephisto skillfully used the surrounding environment and his own powerful magical abilities to lead Wes around the angels like ghosts.

Their movements were light and swift, without making a sound, as if they had never been in this area.

Only when they were far away from the angels' patrol area did Mephisto stop, slightly out of breath, and begin to explain to Wes.

"The way to get into Paradise Mountain was something I got from Satan at a high price."

Mephisto said smugly.

Satan, that fellow, was once God's most capable assistant and most powerful angel. Having spent so much time in Heaven, he's naturally extremely familiar with the layout, defenses, and secrets of Mount Heaven.

"Hehe, I wonder what Satan's expression will be if he knew I invaded here before him."

As Mephisto spoke, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, a laugh filled with provocation and smugness.

In the power structure of Hell, Satan's position is half a level higher than Mephisto's. Being able to beat Satan to the punch in this matter made Mephisto feel extremely pleased, as if it were a challenge and contempt for Satan's authority.

The two followed the winding path, expecting to encounter many obstacles, but to their surprise, they encountered no hindrance and smoothly entered the interior of Paradise Mountain.

The surrounding environment was eerily quiet, without a sound, as if even the air had frozen.

Mephisto's expression gradually turned serious; his keen intuition told him that something was amiss.

Something's not right.

Mephisto lowered his voice and muttered to himself.

He scanned his surroundings and keenly sensed something amiss.

This journey has been far too smooth, so smooth that it's unsettling. Even though most of Heaven's forces have been diverted to deal with David's attack, Heaven's Mountain, as the core of Heaven, is a sacred and inviolable place. Its defenses should be impregnable, and should not be as ineffective as they are now.

It's really illogical that they got so deep into this place with almost no effort.

Mephisto, using his own way of thinking, considered things from the other person's perspective. He realized that if he were in charge of setting up the defenses, he would never have allowed them to be so lax.

"It's a trap!"

He was suddenly startled, realizing in an instant that this was likely a carefully set trap.

Without hesitation, he immediately turned around, intending to make a quick getaway and escape this dangerous place.

However, it was all too late.

Just as he made a move, a dazzling, blinding light suddenly flashed, and where the light disappeared, Jesus Christ appeared before the two of them.

He wore a pristine white robe, radiating a soft glow. His face was calm and serene, giving off a sense of tranquility and holiness. Yet, his eyes held a wisdom that seemed to see through everything, as if he could read their minds.

"Welcome, both of you."

The voice of Jesus Christ was gentle yet powerful, resonating like a great bell in the silent space.

Mephisto's heart tightened instantly. He knew clearly that God was a triune being, and David was facing the Father, while the one before him was the Son, Jesus Christ.

The current situation was extremely unfavorable to him, so he dared not delay for a moment and immediately transformed back into his original form, revealing a ferocious and terrifying demonic appearance.

However, he knew in his heart that this was just an avatar of his own. Even if he abandoned this avatar, he would not feel too heartbroken. After all, as long as his original self was safe and sound, he would still have a chance to make a comeback and rise again.

"Hmph, I never expected that the Holy Son would set such a trap to deal with us."

Mephisto tried to remain calm and said with a cold smile, but a hint of panic inevitably flashed in his eyes.

He secretly pondered how to deal with the current situation and eagerly searched for an opportunity to escape.

Jesus slowly shifted his calm yet all-seeing gaze from Mephistopheles, like an invisible searchlight, and focused it on Wes.

"Isn't this friend going to reveal their true identity either?"

His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it carried an undeniable and irresistible authority.

"We've been discovered."

Wes' heart tightened suddenly, and he muttered to himself, a helpless expression involuntarily appearing on his face.

He had been clinging to a sliver of hope, thinking he could slip through the chaos and remain undetected, but to his surprise, the Holy Son's sharp eyes saw right through him.

(End of this chapter)