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

Chapter 221 A Strong Start but a Weak End

Wes didn't focus his attention on Saber; his eyes were fixed on Gilgamesh as he pondered a solution.

Saber's actions angered Gilgamesh.

"Who gave you permission to act, you piece of trash!" His voice was filled with anger and arrogance. Various Noble Phantasms shot towards Saber like arrows.

Saber parried with her sword, her movements swift and decisive, each swing carrying immense power.

"That's enough!" The Conqueror King drew his sword to help Saber out of the predicament.

"Two pieces of trash," Gilgamesh said disdainfully, his eyes filled with contempt. "You think you can defeat me just by numbers?"

More magical artifacts appeared behind him.

"This is a real headache."

The Conqueror King scratched the back of his head helplessly. He hadn't expected Gilgamesh to be so arrogant, completely disregarding them.

"Saber, retreat." Kiritsugu Emiya's command came clearly through the earpiece.

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Saber's tone carried a hint of resentment, her eyes fixed on Wes in front of her, her hand still gripping the sword tightly.

"The situation is too complicated right now. If we clash with Caster, someone else will benefit from it."

Kiritsugu Emiya's voice rang out again, as he calmly analyzed the current situation.

Saber knew that Kiritsugu Emiya was right; on this chaotic battlefield, a slight misstep could put them at a disadvantage.

"Caster will always be alone sometimes, and I already have a plan."

Kiritsugu Emiya's words revealed a hint of confidence, which reassured Saber somewhat.

Saber sheathed her sword and prepared to retreat.

Although she wanted to win Alice back, now was not a good time.

"Scum." Gilgamesh's arrogant voice suddenly rang out, and he launched an attack without warning.

His eyes were filled with contempt, as if everyone in front of him were insignificant ants.

The attack came like a storm, and all three were his targets.

A spatial rift opened in front of Wes, and another spatial rift quietly appeared behind Gilgamesh.

Wes cleverly transferred the golden attack back to him intact.

"Hmm~" Gilgamesh finally made another sound, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"An interesting trick, but how could the king possibly be injured by his own weapon?"

He had barely finished speaking when the Noble Phantasm stopped just three inches away from him.

His powerful magic controlled the Noble Phantasms, preventing them from harming him.

[Take shortcuts or cheats; we have to go all out.] Wes thought to himself.

His entire body was crackling with lightning, which danced around him like silver snakes.

Under his control, the lightning coalesced into the shape of an eagle. The eagle was incredibly lifelike.

The generated magnetic field caused all the surrounding electrical equipment to malfunction, emitting a buzzing sound.

The eagle soared into the sky and swooped down towards the golden glitter like a predator hunting its prey.

"Tch, trash!" Gilgamesh said disdainfully.

A golden spear shot out instantly, flying towards the eagle.

The spear pierced the eagle, but the eagle was not made of flesh and blood; lightning intertwined and reformed the eagle.

It doubled its speed and charged toward Jin Shanshan again.

A shield stood above Jin Shanshan's head, radiating a golden light as dazzling as the sun.

The two collided, producing a loud "Boom!!" sound.

The resulting airflow tore the surrounding containers away, leaving them helpless like fallen leaves in a storm.

Jin Shanshan was unharmed, except for a scorch mark on his shield.

"Oh, you're quite capable. Your performance as a clown is satisfactory."

"Golden Flash commented, his tone full of arrogance and disdain."

What a nasty character.

Wes, Saber, and the Conqueror King all shared the same thought at that moment.

The four people each stood in one corner, creating a delicate balance.

Saber stared intently at Wes, ready to charge at him and fight at any opportunity.

Gilgamesh, on the other hand, looked down on everyone with disdain, his eyes filled with a sense of superiority.

The Conqueror King had not anticipated this outcome.

"Rider, let's go," Webber whispered, his voice filled with fear.

"You're such a coward," the Conqueror King said dismissively of his master. "Retreating now is tantamount to admitting defeat. We must overwhelm the enemy in terms of momentum."

He remained as bold and confident as ever.

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

"A bunch of scum!" Gilgamesh paused just as he was about to make a move, and then suddenly left.

The group looked at each other, bewildered, wondering what had happened.

"It must have been his Master who gave the order," Waver guessed.

"It's hard to believe that such an arrogant guy would actually obey orders."

At that moment, Weber only wanted to leave this dangerous place and didn't think about anything else.

"Enough talk, Rider, let's go."

Weber urged the Conqueror King on, his voice filled with anxiety.

"But it looks like Saber and Caster are about to fight."

The Conqueror King looked on with anticipation, his eyes filled with excitement.

He didn't want to miss this exciting battle and wanted to stay and watch.

"If you want to make a move here, I'm ready anytime." Wes slightly raised his chin, hooked his finger, and his expression was full of provocation and confidence.

Saber gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with fury.

She gripped her sword tightly, as if she were about to rush forward and fight Wes to the death at any moment.

Her heart was filled with hatred for Wes.

"Hmph, they seem to have some old grudges." The Conqueror stroked his beard, his eyes lighting up as if he had discovered something interesting.

He watched Wes and Saber with great interest, secretly speculating about their story.

"Hey!!" he suddenly roared, his voice as loud as thunder, startling not only Webber but also attracting the attention of Wes and Saber.

Webber shuddered at the sudden roar and looked at the Conqueror King in horror, wondering what he was up to now.

"I won't interfere in your battle," the Conqueror King's voice was full of pride and nonchalance.

Wes sighed speechlessly; he had never had the desire to fight in the first place.

Three gunshots rang out in the distance; it was Kiritsugu Emiya urging Saber to retreat.

Kiritsugu Emiya was a calm and rational man; he knew that fighting Caster at this time was not a wise choice. He hoped that Saber would obey his orders and avoid unnecessary risks.

"Your master is sending you home," Wes said defiantly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Even the King of Knights has become someone else's loyal dog."

"You bastard!" Artoria's eyes blazed with fury, filled with anger and resentment.

She is a proud knight, with her own dignity and beliefs.

However, she also knew that as a servant, she had to obey her master's orders.

He gripped the sword tightly, his heart filled with contradictions and struggles.

But in the end, she chose to obey her master's orders, keeping her knightly oath, and turned away from the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)