Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

As Geralt explained the spatial levels,

his hands never stopped, quickly and accurately drawing mysterious and complex lines on the ground under his feet.

After a while, a magic circle emitting subtle magical fluctuations took shape.

Geralt calmly stood in the center of the magic circle, turned his head and told Coulson:

"I will go in alone, you wait outside. Remember not to trust anyone here, except me of course."

Colson was about to respond, and in an instant, the magic circle suddenly burst into a brilliant purple light,

the light instantly submerged Geralt's figure like a surging tide.

As the light flashed, accompanied by a slight energy fluctuation, Geralt's figure disappeared,

leaving only the gradually dimming traces of the magic circle and Coulson standing alone in front of this gloomy hospital,

the surrounding dead silence became thicker, as if every breath of air was whispering unknown fear.

Meanwhile, deep in the edge of hell, Natasha was caught in a thrilling life-and-death escape.

Her figure was flying through a desolate area filled with a foul smell,

and a metal triangular-headed monster was chasing her closely.

This monster, with a metal triangular head on his head, was 3 meters tall and held a giant machete covered in blood in his hand.

Natasha's agent uniform had long been torn in the fierce escape,

and was torn in many places, revealing her fair skin with scratches and bruises.

"Am I going to die in this hell? I should have attended a few classes of Geralt earlier, at least I wouldn't be clueless."

Natasha's heart was full of regret and despair.

Although her legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead,

she still relied on her tenacious will and the agility cultivated by years of agent training,

and used all available terrain and obstacles to try to distance herself from the triangular head and fight for a glimmer of life.

Just when Natasha felt unprecedented despair, her road ahead was blocked by a group of strange faceless nurses.

Those faceless nurses stood there quietly, their white nurse uniforms were particularly dazzling in this gloomy environment,

They held the scalpels with cold light in their hands, as if waiting for some signal,

ready to launch a fatal attack on Natasha at any time.

Behind her, the triangular head monster was getting closer and closer, with heavy footsteps accompanied by creepy gasps,

like a countdown to death, pressing forward step by step.

"There are ghost nurses blocking the way in front, and triangular heads chasing behind. Is this where I, Natasha Romanov, have to explain today?"

Although there was a hint of despair in Natasha's voice, there was more reluctance and determination.

She tightly grasped the only remaining dagger in her hand, posing a posture of fighting to the death,

As an elite agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., she would never sit and wait for death.

At this critical moment,

"Holy Nova!"

A voice came loudly in the air.

Then, a dazzling ball of light, like the scorching sun, broke through the dark sky and fell from the sky with a sacred glow.

As the ball of light fell rapidly, the air around it seemed to be distorted by its powerful energy.

When the ball of light touched the ground in front of Natasha, an extremely violent golden light burst out.

The golden light spread rapidly around like a surging tide.

Wherever it went, everything was swept by its powerful energy.

Those faceless nurses and triangular-headed monsters that were originally frightening and terrifying,

were instantly shattered like fragile paper paste under the impact of the golden light.

Their bodies turned into dust in the golden light and dissipated in the air, as if they had never existed.

Natasha was enveloped by this powerful energy.

She only felt a warm and vital force enveloping her.

Her exhausted and nearly collapsed body gradually regained some vitality under the nourishment of this force.

The wounds on her body also recovered under the golden light.

She widened her eyes and looked at everything in front of her in shock.

As the bright golden light slowly dissipated, Geralt's figure slowly fell from the sky,

and then landed steadily on the ground, trying to pose a classic superhero landing posture.

However, the result was contrary to his wishes, and he could only hear him secretly complaining in his heart:

"Damn, my knee hurts."

The sudden impact caused a sharp pain in his knee, almost making him unable to maintain his handsome look.

But he still endured the discomfort and quickly adjusted his state.

"Natasha, I'm here to save you."

JeraltLot stood up with a confident and charming smile on his face.

Natasha's originally desperate eyes instantly ignited with the flame of surprise and excitement.

She rushed towards Geralt without thinking.

With the joy of surviving the disaster and gratitude to her savior.

She suddenly hugged Geralt tightly.

Then, she raised her head slightly and gave Geralt a long kiss enthusiastically.

"Thank you, I thought I was going to die here."

Natasha's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of crying,

That was the excitement of being reborn after extreme fear and despair.

Geralt was still savoring the hot kiss just now.

"This mission is really worth it!"

He shouted in his heart.

"I'll take you away."

Geralt's voice instantly calmed Natasha's originally panicked heart.

After speaking, he gently embraced Natasha's slender waist, and with a little force in his arms, he pressed her tightly against him.

At this moment, the surrounding environment was instantly caught in a crazy distortion and change.

Those originally gloomy buildings were like soft mud being kneaded by a pair of invisible giant hands.

The walls began to twist and deform in a way that defied common sense, making a creepy creaking sound.

Reinforced concrete rushed from all directions like surging waves.

They intertwined and entangled with each other, climbing towards the sky at an astonishing speed.

In a flash, they covered the originally dim sky, forming a huge airtight barrier.

It seemed that the dark power on the edge of hell noticed Geralt's intention,

trying to use this to prevent him from escaping with Natasha.

However, facing this doomsday-like horror, Geralt remained calm.

He only saw the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and then snapped his fingers in a chic manner.

In an instant, the purple light spread rapidly, tightly wrapping him and Natasha's figures.

Then, the two figures finally disappeared completely in this dim world.

In the outside world, Coulson was pacing and waiting with worry.

Time passed by minute by minute, and every second seemed to slowly pass through his heart, making his heart more and more tormented.

Suddenly, the magic circle that had been silent for a long time glowed again.

Coulson's eyes were instantly attracted to it.

As the light gradually dissipated, the figures of Geralt and Natasha slowly emerged.

Seeing this scene, Coulson's originally tense face finally showed a smile,

and a big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Success! They finally returned safely from the terrifying edge of hell.