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

Chapter 556

Wes lightly twirled the invitation from Wakanda between his fingers, his brows furrowing slightly as he stared intently at the words "Heart-shaped Grass for Sale" on the invitation, his mind filled with doubt.

When dealing with Black Panther before, the other party firmly refused any of his requests regarding the Heart-Shaped Grass, with an attitude as tough as an impenetrable wall, leaving no room for negotiation.

But right now, this invitation that came out of nowhere is too strange and completely illogical.

"Heh~ Interesting. Let's see what you're up to."

Wes's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile as he muttered to himself.

There must be some unknown secrets hidden behind this, but with his own outstanding strength, he is not afraid of any challenge at all. On the contrary, he is filled with a sense of anticipation for the unknown that is about to come.

Meanwhile, in the distant Wakanda palace, the atmosphere was heavy and almost oppressive.

Black Panther paced back and forth with heavy steps, his expression serious and cautious. He once again confirmed with his trusted confidant beside him, "Is everything ready?"

"Everything is ready and there is no chance of anything going wrong."

Black Panther, however, showed no sign of relaxing his tense nerves; instead, his brows furrowed even more, as if he was still weighing the options and hesitating in his mind.

"Are we really going to do this?"

His voice carried a hint of hesitation that was hard for others to detect. After all, once this plan was put into action, it would be like embarking on a road of no return, with no possibility of turning back.

Moreover, their opponent this time, Wes, is a notoriously troublesome figure, ruthless and highly skilled.

Seeing Black Panther's state, Doctor Strange quickly stepped forward and gently reassured him, "Don't worry, this time he won't be able to escape. We've prepared for so long, meticulously setting up numerous traps and arranging many backup plans; we're sure to capture him in one fell swoop."

Black Panther nodded slightly, gazing into the distance beyond the palace. A complex and unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes as he murmured, "I hope so."

He was fully aware of the immense dangers involved in this operation. The slightest mishap could not only prevent the achievement of the intended goals but also potentially bring immeasurable disaster to the nation of Wakanda.

"The arrow is on the string and must be released."

Black Panther sighed.

Doctor Strange is right; now there's only one path left to take.

The next day, he composed himself when he met with Wes.

Welcome!

Black Panther stood at the palace entrance, a perfunctory, polite smile on his face, and greeted Wes with a call. Wes slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, locking directly onto Black Panther.

His ambiguous smile seemed to possess a magical power to see into people's hearts, as if he could see through every thought deep within Black Panther's mind. This made Black Panther feel uneasy and his heart was filled with unease.

Time ticked by, and a suffocating silence filled the air, a silence that, like an invisible net, tightly enveloped the two of them.

Finally, Black Panther could no longer bear the eerie atmosphere. "Ahem~" He coughed twice awkwardly, trying to break the awkward silence, and then said, "Let's go."

Wes observed every subtle reaction of the Black Panther and became even more certain that the Black Panther's invitation was not as simple as "selling heart-shaped grass" on the surface, but must have a hidden purpose.

However, he did not rush to expose him, but remained as composed as ever, following behind the black panther without making a sound, and walked steadily into the palace.

The moment Wes stepped into the palace, a mysterious and powerful force suddenly erupted like a surging tide, and the surrounding space seemed to be instantly sealed by an invisible giant hand, tightly sealed by an indestructible invisible barrier.

Wes remained calm, showing no sign of panic. With a slight smile, he said leisurely, "Long time no see, Doctor Strange."

His voice echoed in the enclosed space, steady and confident, as if everything was within his expectations, without a trace of surprise.

Doctor Strange, dressed in his iconic magical robes, with the Eye of Agamotto on his chest gleaming with an enigmatic light, slowly emerged from the shadows.

"You guys have absolutely no creativity."

Weiss continued, his tone slightly sarcastic, as if he had been mentally prepared for the scene before him.

Doctor Strange remained calm and resolute, his eyes unmoved by Wes's words, and replied, "Methods don't have to be old, as long as they work."

As soon as he finished speaking, several sorcerers appeared from all sides of the palace, standing side by side with Doctor Strange.

These sorcerers were all guardian mages from the three great temples, each possessing formidable magical power. At this moment, their expressions were solemn, and their eyes revealed their wariness of Wes.

In order to deal with Wes, a powerful and dangerous enemy, they were urgently summoned here by Doctor Strange.

They quickly formed complex hand seals, chanted incantations, and together unleashed a powerful spell.

In an instant, the surrounding space began to twist and deform violently, and the boundary between reality and illusion became blurred. In the blink of an eye, everyone entered the mirror space.

The moment Wes stepped into the mirror space, the sight before him made him pause slightly in surprise.

This strange space was filled with people. The superheroes who were famous on Earth and even in the vast universe had all gathered here as if by prior arrangement.

Iron Man, Captain America, Hulk, Hawkeye, Black Widow.

Moreover, the Guardians of the Galaxy could also be seen among the crowd.

Moreover, the warriors of the Supernova Legion wore uniform armor that shone with a strange light, clearly containing powerful energy.

They stood in neat rows, their postures ramrod straight, exuding an awe-inspiring and chilling aura. Every soldier's eyes were firm and cold, fixed intently on Wes.

The Wakanda army was equally impressive, with soldiers wielding spears and vibranium weapons that gleamed with a unique luster, showcasing Wakanda's advanced technology and powerful craftsmanship.

The raiders stood to one side, dressed in different styles of slightly worn but wild clothing, with unruly smiles on their faces, but beneath those smiles, their eyes revealed a hint of ferocity and greed.

There are also countless cosmic armies.

They come from different planets and have all sorts of strange appearances; some are as tall as giants, while others are small and agile.

The equipment was incredibly diverse, with all sorts of strange weapons gleaming, some radiating energy fluctuations, while others exuded a mysterious aura.

These cosmic armies, though from different places, have all gathered here for the same goal—to fight Wes.

Wes thought to himself, "They're treating me like Thanos."

How did these forces, which usually fight their own battles and have vastly different ideologies, manage to reach a consensus and unite as one?

But one thing Wes knew for sure was that they clearly considered him their mortal enemy.

(End of this chapter)