Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

"What's going on? What is that?"

Colson's voice was filled with obvious panic and confusion.

His eyes followed Geralt's gaze and looked at the nightmare-like scene in the distance of the town.

The strange darkness was like a surging black ocean, sweeping in with a devastating force.

Wherever it passed, the world seemed to have pressed a button to accelerate decay, and everything was rapidly collapsing.

He keenly caught the solemn expression on Geralt's face, and a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart.

"The fourth layer of hell consciousness doesn't want us to leave easily, and wants to drag us in. Looking at the speed of erosion, even if we reach the entrance, it will be difficult to get out."

Geralt's words were low, and the speed of the spread of darkness made him feel pressured.

Hearing Geralt's words, Coulson and Natasha's bodies instantly tensed up.

"What should we do?"

Colson could only put his hope on Geralt.

"I'm fine, I can go out anytime I want. But I can't take you with me."

Geralt's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a seemingly relaxed smile.

After hearing Geralt's words, Colson and Natasha both grabbed his arms tightly.

"Hey, hey, according to the normal plot, shouldn't you say 'you go quickly, don't worry about us'?"

Geralt looked at the two people's actions, shook his head helplessly, and said jokingly.

Natasha's whole body was tightly pressed against Geralt's body, her cheek tightly pressed against Geralt's shoulder,

You can clearly feel her rapid and warm breathing.

"I don't care. Don't think of abandoning us."

"Do I look like that kind of person? Don't worry."

As Geralt spoke, he quickly took out a soul stone fragment that was emitting a faint purple light from his arms,

and handed it to Coulson, while explaining the follow-up steps:

"You two run to the exit. When you get there, you will see a reinforced teleportation array I left on the cliff at the entrance. Throw this magic stone into it. When the teleportation array glows, walk in and you can go out."

Colson carefully took the soul stone fragment. The cold touch spread in his palm, and he held it tightly.

Looking up at Geralt, there was still a trace of worry in his eyes, but more of trust and gratitude for him.

Nodding heavily, indicating that he had kept it in mind.

"What about you? You won't go with us?"

Natasha's voice was filled with obvious worry and reluctance, and her beautiful eyes stared at Geralt tightly.

"I'll go to hell and help you block it. Don't worry, I'm fine. It's not the first time I've been there. I've been to worse places."

Geralt looked at the worried faces of the two people, and his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a confident and calm smile.

Hearing Geralt's words, Natasha was still full of worries, but reason told her that if she insisted on staying at this moment,

not only would she not be able to give Geralt any substantial help, but she would most likely become a burden to him.

So, she took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, turned around with Coulson, and ran towards the entrance of the town at full speed.

Geralt watched the two people leave until they disappeared at the corner of the street.

Then, he slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on the darkness that was spreading and expanding like the mouth of a devil.

"Then let me see who is so reluctant to let us leave."

After speaking, he slightly raised his right foot and stepped lightly on the ground.

"Devotion"

Instantly, a holy light spread out under his feet.

It was a dazzling holy flame, emitting a sacred and blazing light.

Wherever it went, it seemed to light up a corner of this dark world.

At the moment when the holy flame came into contact with the darkness,

the darkness that had been spreading rapidly like a surging tide actually slowed down significantly.

Geralt walked step by step into the depths of the darkness, and every step was accompanied by the expansion of the holy flame.

When Geralt's figure completely stepped into the territory of hell.

The twisted creatures that were originally hidden in various corners and in various shapes, as if driven by a mysterious and evil instinct,

like sharks that smelled the breath of blood, slowly surrounded from all directions.

Their appearance was simply a blasphemy and distortion of all the beauty and normal forms in the world.

Some were huge, with countless twisted limbs, which twisted and struggled in the darkness, as if they had their own consciousness;

Some looked like humans, with bodies twisted into strange shapes, their skin covered with pus and scales, and every step they took was accompanied by the dripping of mucus andThe bones creaked.

However, facing this group of nightmare-like hell creatures, Geralt's eyes showed no fear.

"These little things can't be considered complete demons, they are just some twisted souls that have fallen into hell."

When those twisted creatures saw Geralt, their eyes flashed with madness and excitement,

They made all kinds of weird roars and roars, and rushed towards him desperately.

But just as they approached Geralt, the holy light that naturally emanated from Geralt suddenly lit up,

Like the scorching sun in the sky, the hot and pure light was like a sacred blade,

It ruthlessly penetrated the bodies of these twisted creatures.

In an instant, the hell creatures that rushed over were enveloped by the holy light,

Their bodies burned quickly in the flames like fragile paper, and they screamed miserably,

and turned into ashes in an instant.

In this hell space that looks like a doomsday ruin, there are long-decayed and abandoned vehicles piled up in all directions.

The whole space is filled with a strong smell of death and destruction, as if it is being baptized by a nuclear bomb.

Everything is destroyed to pieces, leaving only endless desolation and silence.

Geralt stood in the ruins, frowning slightly, with a hint of boredom in his eyes.

He looked at the hell creatures that continued to surround him from all directions like a tide.

These ugly and evil guys made a series of creepy roars and roars,

as if they were going to drown him in this dark ocean.

"Just like mosquitoes, so annoying."

He cursed in a low voice, his tone full of disdain for these hell creatures that kept harassing him.

At this moment, something strange happened.

The group of hell creatures that had been rushing towards Geralt frantically seemed to be suddenly controlled by an invisible powerful force.

They stopped attacking instantly, and then quickly dispersed like the ebb tide, disappearing without a trace.

"Hey, hey, hey."

A hoarse and old laugh suddenly sounded in the silent hell space.

The laugh contained an indescribable weirdness, as if it came from the endless dark abyss.

Geralt looked in the distance where the laughter came from, and saw a figure slowly walking in the darkness.

It was an old man with a cane.

As he approached, Geralt's heart was like a storm, and he shouted wildly in his heart:

"No way, I won't be so unlucky to meet this big guy here!"