The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 245 The final charge
A strangely shaped aircraft was suddenly summoned.

That flying machine was none other than the Vimana, the throne of the king held by Gilgamesh, a shining ship of light crafted from gold and emeralds that could soar through the sky.

Vimana is suspended quietly in the air, like a bright star descending to the earth.

The driving energy of Vimana comes from the sun crystal fueled by mercury. This magical energy conversion process is full of mystery.

When the Sun Crystal is activated, it can defy the laws of physics and fly at speeds so high that it is unimaginable.

Vimanā is like a divine bird flying freely across the sky, transcending the constraints of time and space.

Vimana not only possesses amazing speed, but also has powerful offensive power.

It is equipped with various Noble Phantasms systems.

The power of those treasures is enough to destroy all enemies.

It is even equipped with excellent weapons such as ancient nuclear warheads. Once these weapons are released, they will trigger a devastating disaster.

In just a blink of an eye, Vimana caught up with Iskandar at lightning speed.

Iskandar showed a hint of surprise on his face.

He left a drop of cold sweat, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

He muttered to himself, "Who is Rider?"

The two of them chased each other in the air like two meteors. Their speed was as fast as lightning, which was dazzling.

The green light and purple lightning intertwine with each other, and the gorgeous scene makes people feel as if they are in a dream world.

The green light dances in the sky like a green ribbon.

The purple lightning was like a giant purple dragon, roaring in the air and releasing terrifying power.

Their figures drew beautiful arcs in the sky, as if two gods were engaged in a fierce battle.

The entire sky was filled with their breath, and the wind whistled in their ears.

"Boom!!" A loud noise suddenly exploded like rolling thunder, and the strong impact force made the surrounding air seem to be shaken and distorted extremely in an instant.

This fierce collision was once again as powerful as the collision of two stars. The energy fluctuations released caused faint ripples to appear in the surrounding space.

"Moo~~" The sacred bull let out a painful and angry roar, and the sound was filled with endless unwillingness and despair.

The massive and powerful body of the Divine Bull was struck fiercely by the terrifyingly powerful force of the Sword of Disobedience. Under the incomparably sharp blade, the once majestic body of the Divine Bull trembled violently.

The powerful impact force spread along the body of the divine bull, and even the divine wheel was split in half by this terrifying force.

The once glorious and solid structure of the Divine Wheel now seemed so fragile under the invincible power of the Sword of Separation, as if it were just a vulnerable toy.

The broken wheel fragments flew in the air.

Iskandar fell rapidly from the sky, his figure like a kite with a broken string, rapidly descending under the relentless pull of gravity.

He watched as his once powerful Noble Phantasm was destroyed in an instant, and an indescribable pain welled up in his heart.

How could Jin Shanshan miss this great opportunity to pursue the victory? His cold eyes revealed murderous intent, and he quickly approached Iskandar.

"shoot!!"

At this critical moment, countless arrows came whistling like a rainstorm, intercepting Jin Shanshan with powerful force and precise aim.

These arrows intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net, and each arrow flashed with a sharp light.

They bought Iskandar precious time, giving him the opportunity to adjust his condition and reorganize the battle.

Iskandar landed steadily on the ground, his heart filled with resentment and anger.

Without the two powerful treasures, the Divine Bull and the Divine Wheel, his combat power was greatly reduced.

However, he was not afraid at all because he still had trustworthy subordinates.

Arrows swarmed down like locusts, yet none of them harmed Jin Shanshan at all.

The arrow was bounced away by an invisible force the moment it approached him.

The arrows fell to the ground one after another, making crisp sounds.

"Bastards." Jin Shanshan spat out these two words contemptuously.

Surrounded by tens of thousands of people, Jin Shanshan still stood proudly, like an unshakable mountain.

He folded his arms across his chest, his posture full of confidence and arrogance.

His eyes were filled with disdain and contempt, and his gaze swept across the people around him like a sharp sword, as if he was examining a group of insignificant ants.

He raised his chin slightly. "Is this all you can do? You dare to call yourself a king at this level? This is ridiculous."

His voice was as cold as the wind on a cold night.

"It's true that I'm not good at fighting," Iskandar slowly stood up, his posture still upright. Although he had just experienced a fierce battle, his eyes were still full of determination and courage.

"But I still have subordinates."

Full of trust and pride in his subordinates.

"what!!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, and the sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the entire world.

They slammed their swords against their shields, making dull and powerful sounds.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The sound was like a battle horn, full of strength and determination.

They lined up closely together, surrounding the golden glitter.

"Just them?" Jin Shanshan curled his lips in disdain, as if he was looking at a group of worthless beings.

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and that smile was full of disdain and arrogance.

Jin Shanshan did not use the powerful sword of Guai Li, but waved his hand casually, and the Heavenly Chain swept out like a violent giant python.

Wherever he passed, countless soldiers were blown away in an instant like fallen leaves blown by the wind.

Their bodies drew arcs in the air, then fell heavily to the ground, turning into points of light and dissipating.

Jin Shanshan sat leisurely on the throne, his chin slightly raised: "These ants can't even touch the corner of my clothes."

"You were underestimated."

Iskandar clenched his teeth, a strong anger rising in his heart.

His pride was severely damaged by the blatant disregard for the legion he was so proud of.

There was anger burning in his eyes, a response to Gilgamesh's arrogance.

As if sensing his master's emotions, his beloved horse, Bucephalus, walked gracefully to Iskandar's side and rubbed his arm gently with his face.

Iskandar jumped on the horse without hesitation.

He gripped the reins tightly: "Charge!" he roared loudly, and the sound resounded like thunder on the battlefield.

Iskandar took the lead and rushed towards Gilgamesh, like an arrow shot from a bow, full of indomitable momentum.

Behind him, tens of thousands of troops followed closely, and their footsteps echoed on the earth like thunder.

(End of this chapter)