Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

Geralt led Coulson, Barton and other members of the mysterious team into the central area of ​​Elm Town.

At this time, the town was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of death.

The vitality of the past had long gone, replaced by a terrifying atmosphere that penetrated into the bone marrow.

After the evil summoning array was completed, all the dark forces were like being pulled by a powerful magic,

like a surging black torrent, frantically converging towards the ground in the center of the town and drilling into the ground.

Then, the ground began to tremble violently, and the trembling amplitude became larger and larger.

Accompanied by a terrifying roar, the ground began to collapse continuously,

In a blink of an eye, the scope of the collapse quickly spread, forming a huge, bottomless black abyss.

The abyss was like a big mouth that chose people to eat, exuding a desperate dark breath.

From the endless darkness, there were faint screams and roars.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like thousands of sharp blades piercing everyone's eardrums,

and it was like the evil ghosts from the abyss of hell howling in pain and roaring crazily.

The members of the mysterious team looked at each other, and saw solemnity and determination in each other's eyes,

all ready for battle.

Amid the earthquake, a demonic hand as big as a house and covered with rough scales,

suddenly emerged and tightly grasped the edge of the bottomless pit.

Every scale on the palm flashed with a chilling dark light,

The fingertips were like sharp hooks, deeply embedded in the ground, crushing the surrounding soil and rocks.

Then, a second equally huge and terrifying palm slowly appeared,

The two palms were like two giant pillars, firmly supporting the edge of the cave,

as if opening a path to the human world for some larger existence.

A huge head with a face as haggard as a mummy, eyes flashing blood-red light and two horns on its head,

slowly emerged in the cave.

As soon as the head appeared, it opened its bloody mouth and roared to the sky.

The roar was like a raging tsunami, carrying endless evil and violent power, sweeping out with overwhelming force.

The powerful sound waves hit everything around like a substance,

Geralt and the others only felt an invisible force rushing towards them, and their bodies shook involuntarily,

and their feet were also a little unstable, as if they would be knocked to the ground by the sound waves at any time.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Coulson and the others reacted quickly without hesitation,

and immediately aimed their guns at the demon head and launched a fierce attack.

For a while, gunshots rang out, and the flames ejected from the muzzles were like angry venomous snakes.

Various types of grenades were thrown at the demon head like raindrops.

Then, RPG rockets roared out with long tail flames and hit the target fiercely.

In an instant, all kinds of gorgeous and thrilling sparks burst out from the demon head, and smoke and dust filled the air,

completely covering the area.

However, under this round of violent attacks, the demon head was completely unscathed.

Its blood-red eyes flashed strangely in the smoke and dust,

It seemed to finally notice the source of the attack here and slowly turned its head.

"You want to enter the world with your true body, have you asked me?"

Geroto held his head high and his eyes wide open.

After speaking, he took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell violently, and then he shouted:

"Exile!"

In an instant, purple light appeared on his hands,

jumping and flashing in his palms, gradually gathering and spreading until his entire arm was covered.

At the same time, a layer of the same purple magic appeared out of thin air on the demon's head,

tightly attached to its head.

Then, a huge force surged on the demon's head.

The demon's huge body began to tremble slightly, and its head was slowly pressed down by this force,

receding to the endless dark abyss, as if it was about to be thrown back into the depths of hell.

However, the demon sensed this powerful force.

Its huge body began to struggle violently, every muscle was as tight as a string,

its horns shook desperately, and it roared angrily.

Its hands were like two huge iron pliers, tightly grasping the edge of the cave, and its sharp fingertips sank deeply into the soil and rocks.

The demon desperately climbed out, trying to break free from this exiled force.

Geralt could also clearly feel that his banishment had encountered an unprecedented strong obstacle.

He clenched his teeth, veins popped on his forehead,

The magic power in his body gushed out like a flood, pouring intointo the Banishment.

A man and a demon were in a stalemate in the center of the Elm Town.

The air around them seemed to be twisted and trembling due to the collision of this powerful magic.

As time passed slowly, Geralt gradually felt the magic in his body slipping away bit by bit,

his body became heavier, and casting the Banishment was like dragging a heavy mountain.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat,

a trace of imperceptible fatigue and weakness flashed in his eyes.

"I can't beat it."

Geralt sighed in his heart, helplessly realizing the disparity in power between himself and the demon.

The purple light on his hand began to flicker, and the originally surging magic output gradually became weaker.

The powerful force that suppressed the demon was like the receding sea water, dissipating little by little.

The demon keenly sensed Geralt's inability to do anything, and a wild smile appeared on its ugly and ferocious face.

It opened its bloody mouth and let out a creepy laugh.

As it laughed, its muscles tightened and it burst out with even more powerful strength.

It dug its claws into the ground frantically and climbed out desperately.

Geralt knew that the situation was extremely unfavorable to him, and continuing the stalemate would only put him in a more dangerous situation.

He cast a meaningful look at Coulson, signaling everyone to prepare to retreat.

At this time, most of the demon's huge and terrifying body had already climbed out of the dark abyss.

The evil breath emanating from it spread like a substance,

The whole town was shrouded in a shadow of death and despair.

At this critical moment, the space around the demon suddenly twisted without warning.

Then, the space began to crack like a fragile mirror.

The whole town was like a huge gear device, slowly turning under the control of some mysterious force.

The ground tilted, the houses shook, and the world seemed to be turned upside down.

In this chaotic and strange scene, a figure in a yellow cloak quietly appeared.

Her figure was covered by the cloak, and her face could not be seen clearly, but from her agile posture, it could be seen that she was a woman.

Behind her, a circular portal with strange sparks was slowly rotating.