Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

On the battlefield where the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, shattered building debris lay scattered on the ground, and black venomous remains slowly dissolved on the ground, leaving only a sticky, foul-smelling dark stain.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of an energy explosion, the stench of blood, and the chilling spatial tremors caused by the forced disruption of the Spider Web Law.

The fierce battle with Venom had long since ended, and the villains were completely defeated, but the joy of victory did not descend upon this ravaged land.

"Waaah... Harley, don't die... Please, don't leave me..."

Garfield staggered and crawled among the rubble, his once-clean battle clothes now soaked in dust and blood, looking utterly disheveled.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his wounds, he mustered all his strength to rush to Harley and, with trembling arms, pulled her tightly into his embrace.

The girl's soft body was now cold and heavy, and a hideous, gruesome piercing wound in her chest was gushing blood. Warm liquid flowed continuously between her fingers, staining his hands red and soaking through their tightly pressed clothes.

Garfield pressed his hand tightly against the fatal wound, desperately trying to gather the remaining spider silk in his palm to stop the gushing blood, but no matter how hard he tried, the blood continued to seep out like a flood bursting its banks.

He could clearly feel the life force of the person in his arms rapidly fading away, as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.

Harley leaned against him, her face as pale as paper, her once bright eyes now half-open, her vision somewhat blurred.

Even as her life came to an end, she looked at the distraught boy before her and managed a weak, gentle smile.

Gwen risked her life for you, and so did I...

Peter...

With her last ounce of strength, Harley slowly raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing away the tears that had slid down Garfield's cheek, wanting to wipe away his sorrow...

Looking at that face that clearly didn't have long to live, yet was still trying to comfort itself, Garfield felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart tightly, the pain almost making it hard to breathe.

He suddenly looked up and let out a heart-wrenching roar towards the empty, desolate battlefield: "Whoever it is... someone save her! Anyone will do, please!"

He never imagined that changing his girlfriend's fate would come at the cost of sacrificing the life of his most cherished best friend...

Only now did he realize that Harley had long become an indispensable part of his life...

Damn it!

Does every Spider-Man web-related incident have to end with the sacrifice of someone important to them?

Are those tragedies, so firmly bound to fate, truly beyond escape?!

Who is behind this damned, cold and cruel fate of the spider web?

Who exactly is pulling the strings behind the scenes, wantonly toying with their lives?

……

Harley lay in Garfield's warm embrace and gently shook her head.

She knew her physical condition better than anyone else. Her heart meridian had already been completely severed. The fact that she could still have a trace of life was merely a last gasp of energy sustained by her extraordinary physical strength.

Unless a deity intervenes and reverses her fate, she has absolutely no chance of survival.

The next second, her arm completely lost all strength, hanging down heavily like a puppet with its strings cut, and there was no more movement.

"No...Harley! Don't die! Wake up, look at me!"

No...you can't just leave me like this!

Garfield held the gradually cooling body tightly in his arms, letting out a heart-wrenching cry. His hoarse voice pierced through the deathly silence of the battlefield, echoing above the ruins, and making people's hearts ache.

Even Morgan was moved by the scene, a complex pity flashing in his eyes.

A soft sigh:

They were truly a pair of star-crossed lovers.

Without hesitation, Morgan raised her hand and activated her power to open a portal in the mirror space. On the other side was Wanda, who was suppressing the other villains. Seeing Morgan open the portal, she did not hesitate. A flash of red light appeared around her, and she landed next to Morgan.

"Wanda, with your chaos magic, are you confident you can revive her?"

Morgan looked up at Wanda beside her. Wanda's chaos magic had the power to distort reality and interfere with life and death. Perhaps her chaos magic could save Harley.

Wanda paused for a moment, a hint of seriousness flashing in her crimson eyes, and slowly spoke:

"...I'll give it my best."

Interfering with life is a forbidden art in the universe. Moreover, Harley's death was not accidental, but rather she invisibly replaced Gwen's destined death, becoming a new victim in the Spider Web incident.

To save her life is not as simple as healing a wound; it requires forcibly severing a preordained thread of fate and altering a "destined death" acknowledged by the Spider Web Universe. The magical power required far exceeds that of ordinary healing magic.

Ordinary demons would have no right to interfere in such matters.

Fortunately, Wanda had previously come into contact with this kind of magic that interferes with life and death, and with her dedicated training during this period, as well as the energy boost given by Morgan, her strength had already far surpassed what it used to be.

Even in the face of such a difficult situation, she still had a 30% chance of success.

Wanda signaled Morgan to first remove the emotionally distraught Garfield from beside Harley to avoid interference during the spellcasting.

After Garfield was temporarily taken away, Wanda took a deep breath, and a strong crimson aura instantly erupted around her as she began to fully activate her chaos magic.

In an instant, the sky over the entire battlefield was dyed a deep and eerie crimson, with clouds churning and energy surging.

Countless sharp blades formed from pure chaotic magic appeared out of thin air and hovered around Harley, their blades swirling with a powerful force capable of distorting reality.

Wanda wielded these magical blades, precisely slashing at the invisible yet real spiderweb-like patterns surrounding Harley, cutting towards the threads of fate...

"Click—"

The moment the tangible magical blade collided with the intangible threads of fate, a piercing shattering sound rang out.

However, it was not the seemingly ethereal threads of fate that were damaged, but rather the chaotic magic blade that Wanda had condensed. The blade was instantly covered with countless gaps, and its light dimmed.

Wanda frowned slightly, stopped what she was doing, and turned to look at Morgan.

Her eyes conveyed a message: her own magical power was insufficient to completely sever the thread of fate that carried the spiderweb universe.

Chaos magic is powerful, but its consumption is also extremely terrifying!

The two had practiced tactics countless times in private back in the underground world, and now they were already in perfect sync.

With just one glance, they instantly understood each other's thoughts.

The next moment, Morgan radiated a brilliant light, blocking the prying eyes of those around him, and then came to Wanda's side.

Begin replenishing the other party's magic power.

In a flash of electricity, Morgan's virtually limitless backup power instantly came online...