The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

The Slayers, which the Kree people are proud of, will certainly not be solved so easily.

These Slayers are the elite forces carefully cultivated by the Kree people. They have experienced countless brutal battles and have tenacious vitality and strong combat capabilities.

Give them a little time, and they can get out of trouble with their own strength and tenacious will.

However, Weiss certainly won't give them this opportunity.

There is a trace of cold murderous intent in his eyes, as if he is looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

He stretched out his index finger and thumb, gently pinched in the air, and a thin "silk thread" appeared between the two fingers.

This silk thread seems insignificant.

Weiss pulled back, and the "silk thread" was tightened, like a bowstring about to be fired.

The subtle tension spread in the air, making people feel a dangerous atmosphere that is about to erupt.

Once loosened, "Swish!" A sharp whistle sounded, like a sharp blade cutting through the air.

The sound was sharp and piercing, making people's eardrums hurt.

The Slayers didn't take this tiny thread seriously.

In their opinion, their armor could withstand the attack of the main gun of the spacecraft, so what threat could this tiny thread pose?

However, they soon paid a heavy price for their underestimation of the enemy.

The 'thread' cut the front Slayer neatly into two halves without any hindrance.

Blood instantly sprayed on the ice, dyeing the white ice and snow red, forming a shocking picture.

The adjutant sensed the danger, but it was too late.

With a horrified expression on his face, he watched his subordinates being cut in half by this inconspicuous 'thread' in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Slayers were cut in half by this inconspicuous 'thread'.

Their bodies fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The once majestic Slayer troops have now turned into a bloody ruin.

The air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

"No!!" The adjutant let out a desperate and shrill roar.

He widened his eyes, full of disbelief and unacceptable pain.

Those Slayer troops that once made the Kree proud and awe-inspiring were completely annihilated in such a short time. This was like a catastrophe for him.

He stood there blankly, his face as pale as paper, his body trembling slightly, and his eyes were full of anger and deep unwillingness.

"Fire!" The adjutant shouted hoarsely, with endless anger and determination in his voice.

However, Weiss had disappeared at this time.

In another battlefield, Ronan was having a thrilling and fierce entanglement with Star-Lord and his five men.

"What did you say?"

Ronan suddenly roared in the battle, his voice was as deafening as thunder, and the powerful sound waves made the surrounding air tremble slightly.

He didn't believe what the adjutant said in the communicator.

The adjutant mustered up the courage and told Ronan the tragic news of the annihilation of the Slayer again.

Ronan's face became even uglier, like the sky before a storm, so gloomy that it was suffocating.

He hung up the call directly and focused all his attention on the enemy in front of him. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill these five people and then go to settle accounts with Weiss.

"Ah!!" Ronan roared angrily.

The huge hammer in his hand swept out, with overwhelming force, and hit Drax's strong chest hard.

Drax's tower-like body was blown away like a cannonball, drew an arc in the air, and hit Groot heavily.

The two rolled on the ground, smashing huge deep pits and raising dust all over the sky.

It's not over yet, Ronan's right hand sent out energy beams at Star-Lord.

Star-Lord was like a flexible monkey, dodging left and right on the battlefield, moving around like a snake, and cleverly avoiding Ronan's attacks.

His movements were agile and fast, dazzling.

Rocket was filled with anger when he saw Groot being knocked away.

"You blue bastard!!" he yelled.

At the same time, he quickly threw out several bombs, which drew arcs in the air and flew towards Ronan.

"Bang!!" The bombs exploded with a loud noise, flames shot up into the sky, and smoke filled the air.

Unfortunately, these bombs could not break through Ronan's solid energy shield.

"Get rid of you rat first." Ronan sneered, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.

"Asshole, I'm a raccoon!!" Rocket retreated and shot, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, without Drax as a meat shield, Ronan caught up with Rocket in a few steps.

He raised his foot and kicked Rocket out like a giant hammer.

Fortunately, Rocket's body had been modified, otherwise this kick would have killed him.

Ronan's foot had not been put down yet, and his heart was full of anger and murderous intent.

At this time, he had fallen into a state of rage.

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The furious Ronan finally revealed his flaws.

Gamora had been waiting for this opportunity.

The dagger in her hand stabbed Ronan's eyes like a venomous snake, and Ronan had no time to dodge.

The special dagger cut through Ronan's energy shield without any hindrance and stabbed towards his eyes.

Just when Gamora was about to succeed, a crisp sound of "Ding!!" came, and a dagger blocked Gamora's dagger.

"Nebula!" Gamora shouted angrily, her voice full of surprise and anger.

The one who shot was Nebula, her sister.

Nebula was also Thanos's adopted daughter, but she was not as valued as Gamora, nor as good as her.

The two grew up together, and Nebula knew Gamora well.

She knew she was not Gamora's opponent, so she had been waiting for an opportunity.

Gamora was waiting for the opportunity to assassinate Ronan, and Nebula was also waiting for an opportunity.

From the result, Nebula won this time.

The rare opportunity was destroyed, and Gamora was full of anger and unwillingness.

Ronan, who had walked around the edge of death, was even more angry and punched Gamora.

Gamora blocked with both arms, but was still knocked out.

Her bones had been cracked, and she felt a sharp pain.

The pain made her face pale.

Ronan showed no mercy to the woman who almost killed him. His eyes were full of coldness and murderous intent.

He wanted to continue to attack and completely destroy Gamora.

However, he was stopped by Nebula at this time.

"She is mine!" Nebula turned the dagger and walked towards Gamora.

Her eyes were full of jealousy and hatred.

If it weren't for Gamora, she would not have become the half-machine, half-biological appearance she is now.

Moreover, Nebula's heart was always burning with strong hatred.

She hated Thanos, the cold-blooded overlord.

Growing up under the shadow of Thanos, she had never received real care and attention, while Gamora had always been Thanos' most proud daughter.

This unfair treatment filled Nebula's heart with jealousy and resentment.

She longed to make Thanos feel pain, even if it was just a little bit.

And killing Gamora, Thanos' most proud daughter, might make Thanos feel distressed.

This idea kept circling in Nebula's mind like a spell. She seemed to see Thanos's expression of shock and pain, which made her feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.