The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 220 Golden Shining

"Ha~ha~ha~" The spear in Lancer's hand was like a nimble dragon, dancing in the air, leaving sharp trajectories and continuously stabbing at Artoria.

His movements were swift and powerful, and each attack was carried with great momentum.

"What's wrong, Saber? You're not concentrating. Are you looking down on me?" Lancer's voice was filled with anger, his eyes fixed on Altria, questioning her contempt.

"Sorry." Altria could feel that Lancer was a true knight, and her absent-minded attitude just now was indeed an insult to Lancer.

She gathered her thoughts and focused all her attention on the battle. She knew that only in this way could she give Lancer the respect he deserved.

The swords and guns in the hands of the two men kept colliding with each other, making crisp sounds.

Every collision created a powerful air wave, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble.

"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!"

Sparks flew everywhere, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky.

The two were evenly matched in physical skills, and neither could gain the upper hand.

Their movements were as fast as lightning and dazzling.

Those hiding in the dark watched the battle quietly, their eyes full of anticipation and vigilance.

They hope to discover the weaknesses of the two so that they can strike at the right time.

It would be best if both sides suffered losses, so that they can reap the benefits.

"Lancer, retreat immediately." The Master's order suddenly rang in Lancer's mind.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. His blood was boiling at this moment, and his heart was filled with desire to fight.

"Please let me and Saber fight to the end."

Lancer's voice was filled with determination and persistence, his eyes fixed on Altria.

"She's a respectable opponent."

His heart was filled with respect for Artoria, and he didn't want to give up the battle so easily.

"This is an order!" The Master's voice was full of majesty and irresistibility.

Loyalty is ingrained in Lancer's bones. Whether in his lifetime or now, he will never disobey orders.

Lancer looked unwilling, his eyes filled with helplessness and regret.

"Saber, we'll leave our battle for next time..."

There was a rumbling sound of thunder in the sky, and the sound was like thousands of horses galloping, shaking people's hearts.

Thunderclouds covered the sky above the port, like a black curtain covering the entire battlefield.

A strong divine bull pulled a chariot slowly descended from the sky. The chariot exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if it came out of a myth.

On the chariot, a big red-haired man was pulling the reins. He was tall, with muscles all over his body, and was extremely strong.

He had short fiery red hair, a fiery red beard on his chin that connected to his temples, thick and short fiery red eyebrows, and red pupils, exuding majesty and dominance.

He was wearing a red cotton windbreaker, brown wrist guards on his arms, brown armor inside, and a battle skirt on his lower body.

"My name is Iskandar! The King of Conquerors!" His voice was powerful and resounding like thunder, echoing throughout the port.

His eyes were full of confidence and heroism, as if the whole world was at his feet.

"This time I will participate in the Holy Grail War as a Rider."

A thin man, probably a boy, hurriedly stopped him: "Stop talking, all your information has been leaked."

His voice was filled with anxiety and worry.

However, Iskandar ignored his Master.

"Hey, after watching this thrilling battle between Saber and Lancer, are you still planning to hide?" Iskandar's voice was like a resounding bell, deafening. His eyes were filled with provocation and anticipation, challenging those hiding in the shadows.

"You are all people whose names have been etched in history. Do you really want to be like a rat hiding in the shadows, spying on other people's battles? It would be detrimental to your reputation as heroes."

His voice was filled with contempt for those cowards.

His heroic attitude makes it impossible to dislike him.

Weber's face was as pale as the first snow in winter, without a trace of blood.

His body couldn't stop shaking slightly, as helpless as a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

"Rider, stop talking. This will cause public outrage."

His voice was filled with urgent pleading.

However, Iskandar remained unconcerned.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a heroic smile, which was full of fearlessness towards everything.

"Is that so?" His voice was as resounding as a bell, resonating through the air, filled with unshakable confidence and arrogance. "Getting angry over something like this shows they're nothing special."

At this moment, a tall and slender heroic spirit with blond hair and red eyes appeared on the street lamp. He was like a god from mythology, emitting a sacred and inviolable aura.

He was wearing golden armor, which shone brightly under the moonlight, as dazzling as the sun.

He looked down at everyone condescendingly, his eyes full of majesty and arrogance, as if he was the master of all things in the world and everyone must submit at his feet.

"What a bold statement! There is only one king in this world."

His voice was deep and powerful, and every word he said was filled with endless majesty and dominance.

Gilgamesh's arrogant attitude and words shocked everyone.

The golden armor he wore exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, as if forged from countless legends and glories. Every detail highlighted his nobility and power, leaving people in awe.

"Who allowed you to look directly at this king, you bastards?"

His voice was filled with anger and arrogance, as if everyone in front of him was just an insignificant ant.

Countless golden treasures appeared behind him, each of which exuded a powerful aura, making people feel an irresistible pressure.

“How could this be?” Such a large number of treasures shocked everyone.

"Hmph," Gilgamesh raised his head proudly, his posture like a proud lion. "You bastards, let me show you the king's treasure house."

As he spoke, he launched his attack.

"Swoosh~" "Swoosh~" "Swoosh~"

The Noble Phantasm shot towards everyone as if it were free.

These treasures carry great power.

However, everyone did not surrender, they all fought back to block this wave of attacks.

Weiss, who was in the dark, was also forced out.

"Caster!" After discovering Weiss, Artoria immediately rushed over with a sword in hand.

There was a fire of anger burning in her eyes, as if she wanted to burn Weiss to ashes.

"Hey, Saber, your opponent is me!" Lancer was about to stop her, his voice filled with anxiety.

"Lancer, get out of there." The Master's voice came from his mind.

Lancer couldn't refuse the order and had to leave reluctantly.

[Lancer is extremely loyal, but he met a master who doesn't understand him.]

(End of this chapter)