The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

"Just because of this?"

Wes was incredulous.

It is so hasty to regard him as an enemy just because of a predicted future.

“The only victorious future doesn’t have you.”

Stephen Strange looked solemn, his brows tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character. He slowly opened his hands, and powerful magic power surged out of his body like a surging tide.

As he moved, a magic circle rushed towards Weiss, and the runes on the magic circle flickered and jumped.

The magic circle passed over Weiss, and the scene around him suddenly changed drastically.

The warm and peaceful island beneath your feet turned into a glacial world of ice and snow in the blink of an eye.

The biting cold wind was like a roaring beast, carrying sharp ice chips, whistling past, rolling up snowflakes all over the sky, and hitting Wes's body wantonly.

"Arctic??".

"I'm sorry, but you should just stay here."

Strange's voice echoed in the snow and ice, carrying a hint of helplessness and unquestionable firmness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ice field under his feet suddenly made a "cracking" sound, as if the earth was groaning in pain.

Countless sharp ice thorns, like a group of hungry poisonous snakes, quickly coiled towards Weiss from the cracks in the ice. Their surfaces flashed with cold light, and each one was extremely sharp.

In the blink of an eye, Weiss's figure was submerged in a sea of ​​​​ice spikes, and the dense icy spikes completely submerged him.

A gorgeous flaming lotus quietly bloomed among the ice.

The temperature of the flames was extremely high, instantly melting the surrounding ice.

The originally extremely hard ice layer quickly turned into a sparkling lake under the burning flames.

"Snort~"

Along with the evaporation of water vapor, a large amount of white fog quickly rose up, like a huge white curtain, completely covering the area of ​​several kilometers nearby.

The thick fog obstructs the vision, as if one is in a mysterious white world, unable to tell east, west, or north.

Weiss took advantage of this chaotic opportunity and used his exquisite control over magic power to quietly hide himself.

His figure was looming in the mist, and he approached Strange slowly with light and alert movements. When he was close enough, he suddenly jumped up, raised the scepter in his hand high, and hit Strange's head with all his strength.

The scepter drew a sharp arc in the air.

The magical cloak on Strange's body instantly wrapped around Weiss's scepter.

The cloak neutralized the sudden attack.

Strange quickly changed his gestures and muttered something. A string of ancient and mysterious spells came out of his mouth.

Several crimson chains shot out from his hands like lightning, with strange dark red flames burning on the chains, and shot towards Weiss with a powerful impact.

Weiss remained calm in the face of danger, his eyes flashing with calmness, and he instantly created a clone.

The clone was exactly the same as him, with no difference in appearance or aura.

The crimson chains only tied up the clone, while he himself quickly used the Transfiguration Spell to transform the scepter into an extremely sharp sword.

The sword thrust straight at Strange.

Seeing this, Strange immediately opened the Seraphim Shield, and a shield shining with golden light instantly appeared in front of him.

The shield was engraved with complex magical patterns, like ancient mysterious symbols, emitting a powerful protective force that blocked the sword.

The sword pierced the shield, making a crisp sound and sparks flying.

Weiss didn't pause at all, and his right palm quickly gathered violent thunder power.

During this period, he carefully observed Thor's use of the Law of Thunder. After countless studies and attempts, he also mastered some of the basics.

However, this time he did not use the power of thunder to attack, but to blind.

I saw a flash of light in his palm, and a dazzling flash of thunder suddenly burst out.

The light was so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if the sun's light was gathered at one point at this moment, stinging people's eyes and causing pain.

Strange was stimulated by the sudden strong light. He subconsciously closed his eyes and leaned back slightly, trying to avoid the dazzling light.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Weiss pulled away and flew away quickly.

He knew in his heart that fighting Strange would not only be time-consuming and laborious, but also seemed to have no chance of winning.

He sped all the way, as fast as a meteor across the sky, and the surrounding scenery quickly receded in his eyes.

At this moment, a circle of light emitting strange light suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the circle of light, Strange slowly walked out: "You can't run away."

Wes didn't hesitate or slow down at all, but rushed towards Strange regardless of everything.

At the same time, he used the law of light to condense the light into arrows. Those arrows sparkled with crystal light, as if they were made of the essence of light.

The arrow shot towards Strange.

However, when the arrow was about to hit, Strange quickly opened the mirror dimension.

Instantly, the surrounding space seemed to be twisted by an invisible giant hand, entering a world completely controlled by Strange.

Everything in the world becomes unreal and distorted. The light and the shapes of objects no longer follow common sense. It is as if one has entered a fantastic dream.

In this mirrored space distorted by strange magic, the surrounding scenes are as illusory and unstable as a dream bubble, and the shapes of objects are sometimes elongated and sometimes distorted.

Light also refracts and scatters in strange ways.

This is a different dimension independent of the real world. No matter what happens, the outside world will not be affected in the slightest.

Wes knew that if he wanted to get out of here today, it would be impossible without a fight with Strange.

The magic power around him surged like a raging tsunami.

"Judgment!"

Weiss's voice boomed in this strange space, as deafening as a bell, with an unquestionable majesty.

As he shouted, the surrounding light seemed to be summoned by some ancient and mysterious power, and it gathered madly from all directions.

These lights were originally soft and diffuse.

But at this moment, under the guidance of the rules, they quickly condensed and intertwined together, forming dazzling streams of light.

In the blink of an eye, these streams of light converged into a giant sword emitting holy light.

This giant sword has a slender blade and is engraved with mysterious runes.

These runes are the embodiment of Weiss's power.

The giant sword was suspended in the air, and the pressure it exuded made the surrounding space tremble.

The air in the space seemed to be squeezed by an invisible giant hand, making a buzzing sound.