The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 220 Gilgamesh

"Ha~ha~ha~" Lancer's spear danced like a nimble dragon, leaving sharp trails in the air as it relentlessly pierced towards Artoria.

His movements were swift and powerful, each attack carrying a strong momentum.

"What's wrong, Saber? Are you underestimating me because you're not paying attention?!" Lancer's voice was full of anger as he stared intently at Artoria, questioning her disdain.

"I'm sorry." Artoria could sense that Lancer was a true knight, and her absent-mindedness just now was indeed an insult to Lancer.

She composed herself 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 spears in their hands clashed repeatedly, producing a crisp sound.

Each collision generated a powerful shockwave, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

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

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

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

Their movements were lightning fast, dazzling to the eye.

Those hiding in the shadows quietly observed the battle, their eyes filled with anticipation and vigilance.

They hoped to discover the two men's weaknesses so they could strike at the right time.

Ideally, both sides would suffer heavy losses, allowing them to reap the benefits.

"Lancer, retreat immediately." Master's command suddenly echoed in Lancer's mind.

A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes, but his blood was boiling, and his heart was filled with a thirst for battle.

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

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

"She is a worthy opponent."

His heart was filled with respect for Artoria, and he did not want to give up this battle so easily.

"This is an order!" The Master's voice was full of authority and unyielding force.

Loyalty was ingrained in Lancer's bones; whether in life or now, he would never disobey orders.

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

"Saber, let's save our battle for next time..."

A deafening rumble of thunder echoed through the sky, a sound as powerful as a stampede of horses, awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

Thunderclouds obscured the sky above the port, like a black curtain shrouding the entire battlefield.

A powerful divine bull pulled a chariot slowly down from the sky. The chariot exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it had stepped out of mythology.

On the chariot, a tall, red-haired man held the reins. He was very strong, with bulging muscles all over his body.

He had short, fiery red hair and a thick, fiery red beard that connected to his sideburns. His thick, short, fiery red eyebrows and red pupils exuded an aura of authority and dominance.

He wore a red cotton overcoat, brown wrist guards, brown armor underneath, and a battle skirt.

"My name is Iskandar! The Conqueror!" His voice was powerful and resonant, like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the entire port.

His eyes were filled with confidence and pride, 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, presumably a boy, hurriedly stopped him: "Stop talking! You've leaked all your information!"

His voice was filled with anxiety and worry.

However, Iskandar ignored his Master.

"Hey, after seeing this exciting battle between Saber and Lancer, do you still want to hide?" Iskandar's voice boomed like a bell, deafeningly loud.

His eyes were filled with provocation and anticipation, challenging those hiding in the shadows.

"You are all people who have left your mark on history. Do you really want to act like a rat hiding in the shadows, spying on other people's battles? It's such a disgrace to the name of heroes."

His voice was filled with contempt for those cowards.

His bold and unrestrained demeanor makes him impossible to dislike.

Weber's face was as pale as the first snow of winter, completely devoid of color.

His body trembled slightly, as helpless as a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

"Rider, stop talking, it's going to cause public outrage."

His voice was filled with urgent pleading.

However, Iskandar remained unconcerned.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a bold smile, a smile full of fearlessness in the face of everything.

"Is that so?" His voice boomed like a bell, reverberating through the air, filled with unwavering confidence and pride: "To get angry over something like this shows they're nothing special."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Just then, a golden-haired, red-eyed, and slender heroic spirit appeared on the street lamp. He was like a god who had stepped out of mythology, exuding a sacred and inviolable aura.

He was clad in golden armor, which shimmered brilliantly in the moonlight, as dazzling as the sun.

He looked down at the crowd from his high position, his eyes filled with majesty and arrogance, as if he were the master of all things in the world, and everyone had to submit at his feet.

"That's a bold statement. There can only be one king in this world."

His voice was deep and powerful, each word carrying boundless majesty and domineering presence.

Gilgamesh's arrogant demeanor and words shocked everyone.

His golden armor exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, as if forged from countless legends and glories. Every detail showcased his nobility and power, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

"You scum, who gave you permission to look me in the eye?"

His voice was filled with anger and arrogance, as if everyone else was nothing more than insignificant ants in his presence.

Countless golden magical artifacts appeared behind him, each radiating a powerful aura that exerted an irresistible pressure on those behind them.

"How could this be??" The sheer number of Noble Phantasms shocked everyone.

"Hmph," Gilgamesh proudly raised his head, his posture like that of a haughty lion: "You scum, let me show you the treasures of the king."

With those words, he launched his attack.

"Whoosh~" "Whoosh~" "Whoosh~"

The Noble Phantasms were fired at everyone as if they were free.

These treasures possess immense power.

However, the group did not surrender easily; they all used their skills to block the attack.

Wes, who was hiding in the shadows, was also forced out.

"Caster!" Artoria spotted Wes and immediately charged over with her sword.

Her eyes burned with furious rage, as if she wanted to incinerate Wes.

"Hey, Saber, I'm your opponent!" Lancer tried to stop her, his voice filled with anxiety.

"Lancer, get out of there." Master's voice echoed in his mind.

Lancer had no choice but to leave, unable to refuse the order.

Lancer was incredibly loyal, but he had a master who didn't understand him.

(End of this chapter)