The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 289 Kowtow
On the King's Highlands, King Riku was leading his few subordinates, trying his best to resist wave after wave of attacks that came like a tide.

Although King Liku is old, at this moment, his eyes still reveal a sense of determination and resoluteness.

Every time the enemy charges, King Liku will lead the charge, wielding his weapons and fighting a desperate battle with the enemy.

His subordinates followed closely behind him. Although they were few in number, each of them was determined to die and fought to protect the last dignity of the country.

However, the gap in numbers between the two sides was too great.

The enemies came from all directions like dense swarms of locusts. As soon as one wave was repelled, another wave rushed up.

King Liku and his men gradually felt exhausted. They were all wounded to varying degrees, and their clothes were stained with blood, but they still gritted their teeth and held their positions.

This sudden chaos has ruthlessly destroyed many houses in the city, and those once warm homes are now only ruins.

Countless people were displaced. They lost their homes and the supplies they needed to survive. The entire city was shrouded in a miserable atmosphere.

In such a difficult situation, this batch of treasures became the light of hope to save the city and help people rebuild their homes.

King Liku knew very well that only by guarding these possible treasures could he have enough funds to resettle the homeless people and repair this war-torn city.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the enemy is, no matter how difficult the situation is, he will never give up and must fight for the future of Dressrosa.

"Charge! They can't hold on any longer!"

A pirate leader with a ferocious face brandished the bloodstained long sword in his hand and roared at the top of his lungs.

Under his instigation, the pirates and swordsmen, like a group of wild beasts driven by desire, once again launched a frenzied attack on the King's Highlands.

On the King's Highlands, King Liku and Cyrus were already exhausted.

After a long and fierce battle, the edges of the long swords in their hands had become curled, like two fallen leaves that had lost their sharpness.

Their physical strength was like a well about to run dry, almost exhausted by wave after wave of attacks.

Every time he swung his weapon, it was as if he was overdrawing his last bit of life force, and his movements became increasingly slow and heavy.

"Is this the end?" King Riku's voice trembled with despair.

There was a flicker of unwillingness in his eyes, but the exhaustion of his body made him feel deeply powerless.

At this moment, a pirate took advantage of King Riku's distraction, swung the weapon in his hand violently, and knocked King Riku's sword away.

The sword that had accompanied King Riku for many years drew an arc in the air, and finally fell to the ground not far away with a "clang", splashing a small cloud of dust.

"It's over!!" Seeing this, the pirate showed a ferocious smile on his face. He raised the long sword in his hand high, and the sharp blade flashed coldly in the sunlight, and slashed fiercely at King Riku's neck.

King Riku looked at the blade that was getting closer and closer, and a sense of sadness welled up in his heart.

He slowly closed his eyes, preparing to face his own death. In his mind emerged the prosperous scene of Dressrosa in the past, the laughing people, the bustling streets, and his own family.

He felt deeply guilty that he could no longer protect this land, but at this moment, everything seemed to be coming to an end.

1 second, 2 seconds... Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment, but King Keliku did not feel the expected pain.

He opened his eyes full of confusion, and in an instant, he was stunned by the scene before him.

Eyes full of red!!
It was a creepy blood red!!
The bodies of the pirates and sword fighters who attacked King's Hill were turning into powder bit by bit, as if they were being ruthlessly crushed by some invisible force.

From their bodies, blood-red "threads" emerged, seemingly possessing life, weaving and entwining freely in the air. Finally, like rivers flowing into the sea, these red "threads" converged into the hands of a single man.

As the "silk threads" converge.

In Weiss's hands, the life force of thousands of people was compressed and refined, and finally refined into a fist-sized philosopher's stone.

The Philosopher's Stone emitted a charming yet dangerous light. As the red light flowed, it seemed as if countless souls were struggling and crying out within it.

King Liku, Cyrus and their men all stared blankly at the sky, shocked speechless by the sudden and horrifying scene.

Their hearts were filled with fear of this mysterious power, but also with immense curiosity about the man who suddenly appeared.

"Who is he?" a subordinate asked in a trembling voice.

"It was he who defeated Doflamingo." There was a hint of awe in Cyrus' eyes.

"Is it him?" King Riku widened his eyes and looked at Weiss's seemingly thin figure. He really couldn't believe that this man who didn't look strong actually possessed such terrifying power.

He recalled Doflamingo's terrifying strength and found it hard to imagine how the man before him could defeat him.

After Wes finished all this, he was about to turn around and leave. He didn't care about the surprise and fear of these people.

However, he was stopped by Cyrus. Weiss frowned slightly and looked down at Cyrus.

"Please return Violet to us." Cyrus said anxiously. This upright man was usually as strong as iron, but at this moment, for Violet, he put aside all his pride.

He didn't know how to ask for help, so he simply and sincerely said, "Please."

"Violet was caught by him?" King Liku's heart suddenly tightened after hearing Cyrus' words.

His heart instantly rose and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

He had already lost his eldest daughter and could not bear the pain of losing another loved one.

To him, Violet is not only a relative, but also one of the hopes for the country's revival.

He looked at Weiss nervously, waiting for his answer, his hands unconsciously clenching, his nails digging deep into his palms.

"Violet??"

Weiss stopped walking, and the image of Violet suddenly appeared in his mind.

The woman with the violet eyes who had tried to spy on him.

"Your Excellency, please feel free to ask for anything you want, just let my daughter go."

King Riku's voice was a little hoarse, and he tried to make his tone sound sincere and humble.

At this moment, he put aside all his dignity as a king and knelt on one knee for the safety of his daughter.

He knew that in the face of absolute strength, dignity and pride were so vulnerable.

In this chaotic world, strength is the key to everything, and the mysterious and powerful man in front of him holds his daughter's life and death in his hands.

(End of this chapter)