The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

Surtur's towering body, like a mountain, cast a huge shadow over Asgard, like a giant volcano that could move.

Every move he made was full of the power to destroy the world.

The huge palm, wrapped in the surging power of fire, slapped Hela violently in an almost violent manner.

"Pah!"

A deafening roar, like a thunder blasting in the ear.

Directly slapped Hela back to the ground like an insignificant ant.

The moment Hela's body touched the ground, it fell like a heavy bomb, smashing a huge deep pit with a diameter of several meters. The surrounding ground seemed to be torn by an invisible giant hand, cracking into dense cracks.

After Surtur succeeded in his attack, without any pause, he raised his hands high up the great sword that seemed to be born from the abyss of fire.

The blade of this great sword is completely condensed by blazing flames. The flames violently tumble and jump, telling the ancient spell of destruction, as if to drag the entire universe into this endless flame purgatory.

"The terrible law of fire."

Weiss stood not far away and couldn't help muttering to himself.

He could clearly feel that Surtur's existence was simply the perfect aggregation of the law of fire.

Every inch of his body was flowing with pure and powerful fire power, and every wave of power was like a volcanic eruption that was about to erupt.

No wonder he had such a terrifying and terrifying strength.

Hela was a little dizzy by this sudden and fierce attack.

She was the famous goddess of death. She had experienced countless cruel battles in the long years, and she had a stubborn and tenacious spirit in her bones.

Her teeth were clattering, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes full of hatred still stared firmly at Surtur in front of her.

She used up all her strength, mobilized every bit of the law of death in her body, and held the sword blade that was pressing down like a mountain.

Her legs trembled violently under this terrible pressure, and she could not support it at any time, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted.

Finally, she knelt on one knee involuntarily. Under her heavy pressure, cracks appeared on the ground again. Those cracks were like hideous scars, spreading around.

Asgard cannot be destroyed. She cried out in despair in her heart. She had just broken through the seal and regained her freedom. This land was not only the source of her power, but also the place where she longed to rule and establish supreme authority. She would never allow it to be destroyed like this.

"Thor, this is also your hometown. Can you bear to see it destroyed?"

Hela raised her head, her eyes passed over the diffused smoke and the chaotic battlefield, and looked at Thor not far away.

Her voice was filled with a hint of unwillingness, a hint of despair, and a hint of expectation to impress Thor.

There was a hint of fragility in her eyes at this moment. Although it was only a brief moment, Thor caught it.

Thor was also covered with scars at this time. His armor was broken, revealing the skin covered with wounds underneath. Blood kept oozing out of the wounds, staining his clothes red.

He staggered to his feet and shook his body a few times.

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, which was the attachment and reluctance to his hometown, and the struggle with the decision to be made.

But after hearing Hela's words, the hesitation was gradually replaced by determination.

Hela was too powerful. Even if he and Weiss joined forces, they only caused her some superficial injuries and could not pose a substantial threat to her.

If they wanted to completely defeat her and end this terrible disaster, they had to destroy Asgard.

If Hela wasn't so bloodthirsty and ambitious, Thor might be happy to have a sister. They could protect Asgard together, enjoy the peace and tranquility of this land together, and inherit the glory and splendor of Asgard.

But now, everything is impossible. The gears of fate have begun to turn, heading towards an irreversible direction.

Under the continuous pressure of Surtur's terrifying power, Hela burst out with her last strength.

Her eyes flashed with a strange light in an instant, and the light was like a ghost fire from the dark abyss.

The breath of death around her was like a surging black tide, surging and rolling wildly, as if to devour everything around her.

She howled to the sky, and the sound was like the cry of a night owl.

Then, her arms suddenly pushed upward, and a suffocating dark magic power burst out from her body.

This power was like the explosion of a dark star, impacting everything around.

Surtur was shocked by the force and took a few steps back. His huge body left deep footprints on the ground, and the surrounding ground collapsed due to the impact.

The whole Asgard was shaking, and the earth groaned in pain.

Hela took advantage of the moment when Surtur retreated and pushed the ground with both feet. The ground instantly collapsed under her feet.

She was like a black meteor, flying in the air with an unstoppable momentum.

The dagger in her hand flashed with cold light, and the cold light seemed to be able to cut through the space. Her target was directly aimed at Surtur's huge eyes.

This was Surtur's weakness. As long as she could hit there, she might be able to turn the tide of the battle and change the extremely unfavorable situation for Hela.

Just when Hela's dagger was about to pierce Surtur's eyes, a dazzling light shield suddenly appeared in front of her.

Weiss had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield. At this critical moment, he quickly mobilized the law of light and compiled a light shield.

The shield blocked for less than 1 second, but this short second played a crucial role.

This second allowed Surtur to react. He quickly adjusted his posture, and the sword in his hand drew an arc in the air, carrying powerful power and blazing flames, and slashed horizontally with thunderous force.

The sword cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and chopped Hela away.

Hela's body was like a kite with a broken string, rolling in the air, drawing a long arc, and heavily smashing into the distant mountain.

The mountain had a huge dent under Hela's impact.

Surtur looked at everything in front of him, his whole body shining with bright red light, in that light, there is not only a crazy fighting spirit, to burn everything in Asgard.

It also means relief. He has been waiting for this moment for too long. Destroying Asgard is his innate mission, and now it is finally completed.

"I'm coming, Asgard!!"

He roared again, and this roar shook the sky as if it was about to break, and the clouds were shaken and scattered.

Then, he pierced the ground of Asgard with the flaming giant sword in his hand.