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

Chapter 543 The Cicada Sheds Its Shell

A massive amount of faith power, like a surging torrent, converged continuously into the magic circle with unstoppable force.

The magic circle seemed like a greedy container, absorbing all this powerful energy. Its light shone brightly, and the runes shimmered even more dazzlingly.

Amidst the dazzling light, a blurry shadow slowly emerged.

As the power of faith was continuously poured in, the shadow gradually became clearer and more complete, and began to take on a concrete form.

This scene astonished Wes and Mephisto, who were wide-eyed with surprise. It turned out to be a Seraph!

His once tattered, pristine white wings now unfurled anew, like enormous white sails, gently swaying in the air.

He exuded a sacred and majestic aura, as if he were the embodiment of light, inspiring awe in all who beheld him, as if his demise had been nothing more than a dream, never having truly occurred.

Immediately afterwards, countless angels were resurrected in the magic circle, emerging one after another from the light.

"They have already left their original mark, and they can be resurrected as long as the power of faith does not run dry."

Jesus explained calmly, his voice carrying an air of matter-of-fact composure, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

However, this method of resurrecting angels requires a massive amount of faith power. Only a Heaven with a profound foundation and a large number of believers has the strength to do such a thing.

After the Seraphim was resurrected, he bowed gracefully and respectfully to Jesus, and then led the angels away.

After that, the angels' actions seemed more like "packing their bags," as if they were preparing for an upcoming long journey.

But Wes didn't have time to think about the reasons carefully. Soon, the four monarchs were also resurrected in the magic circle one after another.

At this moment, Wes finally realized that Paradise was carrying out a scheme to escape unscathed.

The appearance of the Black Death Sword will inevitably trigger a tremendous upheaval, drawing all pantheons into it, making it difficult for any to remain uninvolved.

Heaven, taking advantage of David's incomplete growth and diminished power, cleverly used him to fulfill its predetermined "destiny." Although...

However, in the confrontation with David, Heaven did suffer heavy losses, with many angels tragically falling, and the situation became extremely tense and dangerous.

But compared to waiting for Gnar to storm into Heaven with the Black Death Sword, these losses are within Heaven's tolerance.

Heaven cleverly took advantage of the crisis, employing a strategy of killing two birds with one stone.

On the one hand, by fighting David, they could deplete David's strength and weaken his threat;

On the other hand, they achieve their goal of transferring and preserving their core strength by sacrificing some forces and personnel.

The resurrected angels and the four monarchs are likely preparing for Heaven's next move.

Mephisto watched all this unfold before him, his anger rising within him. He knew perfectly well that he and Wes had been completely fooled by Heaven.

Now is not the time to act impulsively. He needs to calmly reassess the situation, carefully analyze its pros and cons, and look for opportunities that are in his favor.

Old ginger is spicier.

Wes couldn't help but sigh inwardly, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

He eagerly planned to take advantage of the chaos as David stormed into Heaven wielding the Black Death Sword, hoping to gain some benefits and make a profit.

Looking back on my recent experiences, it has indeed gone by absurdly smoothly.

That feeling of smooth sailing gradually caused him to lose the awe he should have had for such a powerful force as Heaven.

He once thought he could skillfully control the situation and reap rich benefits from the chaos, but he was completely unaware that he had already fallen into a trap set by heaven, like a moth that thought itself clever and flew into a seemingly tempting but actually deadly flame.

Now, the truth has finally come to light, and Heaven has taught Wess a profound and unforgettable lesson through this series of meticulously planned events.

Although he lost one of his clones and paid a price, the lessons he learned from this experience were invaluable.

In this intricate world of gods, one must not be misled by superficial success, nor be blinded by immediate gains.

Behind every seemingly easy opportunity may lie unfathomable traps, waiting for adventurers like him to stumble and fall.

Losing a clone was undoubtedly a significant loss for him, but compared to this lesson, it seemed less important.

This lesson made him much more aware and prompted him to think more cautiously and thoroughly about his future actions.

He clearly realized that he could no longer be careless in the face of anything in the future, and had to always be highly vigilant, consider the problem from multiple perspectives, and weigh the pros and cons.

Thinking of this, Wes raised his head slightly, his gaze falling on the angels who were busy making preparations in the distance, and on Jesus, who looked calm and composed, as if he had everything under control.

"What do you plan to do with us?"

Wes struggled to suppress the pounding nervousness in his heart and forced himself to ask.

Jesus did not respond immediately, but simply raised his hand and waved it.

Mephisto's clone didn't even have time to make any instinctive defensive reaction before it turned into ashes in an instant, as if it had been blown away by an invisible gust of wind and disappeared into the air.

The speed was so fast that Wes had no time to react before Mephisto, who was standing right next to him, vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed.

Wes's heart clenched. Before Mephisto turned to ashes, he hadn't noticed any movement from Jesus, not a single fluctuation of his aura, nor any surge of energy.

This made him realize that the difference in strength between himself and Jesus was like heaven and earth, so vast that it was despairing.

"The devil is not to be trusted."

Jesus said it casually.

Wes wholeheartedly agreed with this statement.

After all, during his time with Mephisto, he had come to deeply understand the devil's cunning, greed, and unreliability; every word and action of his was full of calculation and conspiracy.

"You are special." Jesus slowly shifted his gaze from the spot where Mephisto had just disappeared to Wes, his eyes revealing a hint of scrutiny and interest.

"There haven't been any new dimensional demons for many years."

Weiss didn't answer immediately; he simply stood there quietly, remaining silent.

"We can cooperate."

Wes raised an eyebrow slightly, a fleeting look of surprise crossing his face, but he quickly regained his composure and tentatively asked:

"Return to Earth?"

Jesus nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)