Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

While Geralt was driving away with Rose, the SHIELD agents were following them silently.

Their vehicles kept a perfect distance, unnoticed but closely following.

Geralt actually knew that the SHIELD people were following him, but he didn't care too much about it.

In his opinion, as long as these people didn't interfere with him dealing with the tricky curse in front of him, their existence was irrelevant.

Moreover, this duel with the cursed demon was a great opportunity for him to show his strength to SHIELD.

If he could fully demonstrate his extraordinary power in the process of solving this demon, he might be able to deter them to a certain extent and win more freedom and trust for his future actions.

The car sped along the rugged road, raising dust all the way.

Not long after, they arrived at their destination.

The scene in front of them was just as Rose described, a desolate place, terribly silent all around, with only the whistling wind passing through this abandoned land.

There is no sign of human activity here. It is empty and lonely. It is indeed an ideal place to start a battle.

After Geralt parked the car, he opened the trunk and took out something wrapped tightly in cloth.

He carefully untied the cloth strips to reveal the object inside - a long sword.

This sword was specially made by someone with a lot of effort by Geralt.

Tonight, Geralt has switched to the Punishment Knight talent.

"Now, what should we do?"

Rose stood in front of the abandoned old house, her voice trembling with nervousness.

"You don't have to do anything, you just stay in this house."

Geralt's voice was calm and steady, like a shot of tranquilizer injected into the tense atmosphere,

"I will wait outside, and when the time is right, it will show up by itself."

His eyes were firm, and his eyes were always fixed on the old house.

Rose took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She mustered up the remaining courage in her heart and slowly walked towards the old house. She stepped over the shaky threshold and stepped into this place full of memories and fears.

Geralt waited patiently outside the house.

Time passed by minute by minute, the sun gradually set, and the night slowly fell like a black curtain, shrouding this abandoned land in darkness.

The temperature around also dropped with the arrival of night, and the chill became stronger.

There was a dead silence all around, with only the occasional cry of a night owl breaking the silent night sky.

Just then, Geralt heard Rose's terrified scream from the house.

The scream was heartbreaking, full of despair and fear, echoing in this empty wilderness, and it was creepy.

Geralt knew that Rose was now trapped in that terrible hallucination, and was completely occupied by fear.

"Wait a little longer, it will be done soon."

Geralt said silently in his heart, he hardened his heart, clenched his fists, and continued to wait in place.

He knew that it was not the time to take action now, and he had to wait until the curse's body was fully revealed before he could give it a fatal blow.

Although Rose's screams made him feel sorry for her, in order to completely eliminate this demonic curse, he could only resist the impulse in his heart.

Time passed bit by bit.

As the night deepened, the sounds in the abandoned old house gradually calmed down.

Rose's terrified shouts were no longer heard, and the surroundings were shrouded in an unsettling silence.

Geralt understood that the time had come.

He approached the house with a stern look in his eyes, and when he approached the door, he raised his foot high and kicked the dilapidated door.

With a "bang", the door was kicked open, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Geralt rushed in and quickly scanned the situation in the house.

In the dim light, he saw Rose with her back to him, motionless like a lifeless statue. The scene was filled with an indescribable weirdness.

"Rose!" Geralt shouted.

Rose turned around slowly after hearing the shout.

Her face was no longer as gentle and lively as before, but was replaced by an extremely cold expression.

Her eyes were empty, but seemed to hide endless malice.

"Has it been completely controlled?" Geralt thought to himself, frowning slightly.

"Then smile for me."

Geralt said to Rose.

However, Rose did not show the weird smile like the cursed ones before.

She just stood there quietly.

"It seems that you are not as courageous as I thought, so show yourself, it's time to end it.. "

Geralt took a step forward with a long sword in hand, staring at Rose closely.

Geralt exuded a powerful aura.

Rose seemed to be deeply enraged after hearing Geralt's provocative words.

Her body shook violently, and a low and hoarse roar came from her throat.

The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, full of resentment and anger, echoing in this small and dim space, chilling.

Then, she slowly raised her head and opened her mouth, and the originally normal mouth now seemed like a passage to the dark abyss.

A hand as dry as dry wood stretched out from inside, with slender and curved fingers and sharp nails like hooks.

With the appearance of this hand, a more terrifying A terrifying figure gradually appeared.

A monster with strange and slender limbs was slowly drilling out of Rose's mouth.

Its limbs were like twisted branches, with abrupt bulges at the joints, and every movement was accompanied by a tooth-grinding creaking sound.

Its whole body seemed to be tightly wrapped in countless gray bandages, which were dirty and had dark red liquid oozing out of some places.

Its body was tall and burly, almost reaching the roof, and its whole body exuded a rotten and evil smell, making the surrounding air pungent and unpleasant.

Geralt just glanced at Rose who was lying on the ground, and saw that she still had a faint breath, so he was relieved.

The cost and restrictions of resurrection were too high, and it was difficult to succeed.

Then, without any hesitation, he Yuhe said nothing, and rushed towards the monster like a cheetah with his legs exerting force.

When he approached the monster, he raised the long sword in his hand high and stabbed the monster with all his strength.

The monster saw this, but was not in a hurry. Its two huge and slender hands quickly stretched out and accurately grasped the tip of the sword.

Its hands were extremely powerful, tightly holding the sword, and it was deadlocked with Geralt.

Geralt showed a trace of disdain in his eyes. He snorted coldly, and in an instant, the sword burst out with strong holy light.

Under the powerful impact of the bright holy light, the monster was shocked and flew backwards.

Its huge and twisted body hit the wall like a cannonball. In an instant, the wall collapsed under the violent impact, raising dust all over the sky. .

Accompanied by a loud noise of bricks and stones breaking, the monster fell to the open space outside in a mess, making a dull crash.

It struggled painfully on the ground, trying to stand up.

The hands burned by the holy light, the skin seemed to be burned by fire, sizzling, and emitting wisps of black smoke.

The gray bandages that were originally tightly wrapped around its limbs were also partially burned black, emitting a pungent smell.

It seemed to be in great pain, but the malice in its eyes did not diminish at all, and it still stared at Geralt.

Geralt did not stop, and followed the monster to the outside of the house like a shadow.

At this time, a faint white holy light began to emerge from his body. The holy light was particularly conspicuous in the dark night.