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

Chapter 230 The Holy Sword

Saber swung her sword with increasing speed and ferocity, the sword strikes raining down on Wes like a storm.

Each sword strike carries immense power and a fierce aura, capable of cleaving everything in two.

Wes struggled to defend himself; fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and his hands trembled slightly from the immense impact.

He knew that his physical skills were only at level 2 in the system, while Artoria, as the King of Knights, had at least level 6 in physical skills, so he was completely outmatched in physical combat.

However, Wes is not a pure warrior; he is a mage with his own unique fighting style.

"Lightning!" Wes shouted, and a powerful burst of lightning erupted from him.

The lightning danced wildly in the air like countless silver snakes, crackling and popping.

The powerful electric current made the surrounding air seem scorched.

Artoria did not choose to back down; her eyes revealed determination and fearlessness.

She charged toward Wes with all her might, seemingly unafraid of the powerful lightning.

[Trying to take me down in one fell swoop just because you have high magic resistance?]

Wes pondered to himself.

Just then, a streak of light flashed from Wes' sleeve.

The streak of light was incredibly fast, shooting towards Artoria like a shooting star.

The beam of light was aimed at Artoria's eyes, an extremely dangerous point of attack.

Artoria reacted quickly, tilting her head to dodge at the last second.

Despite her movements being extremely fast, a scratch was still left on her face.

Although the scratch wasn't deep, it slowed her movements down for a moment.

Wes took the opportunity to create some distance, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Windwing," he whispered.

A pair of transparent blue wings slowly unfolded from his back, the wings appearing to be formed from the purest wind element, radiating a mysterious light.

With a slight flap of his hand, Wes burst through the roof and soared into the sky.

His figure soared through the sky like a bird, quickly disappearing from the dangerous battlefield.

Artoria stood atop the ruins, a hint of frustration in her eyes.

She gazed at Wes in the sky, her heart filled with helplessness.

Her opponent had taken to the skies, and she was not good at aerial combat, which made things very difficult for her.

Just how many kinds of magic does this guy know?

Her heart was filled with doubt and unease, and she was utterly astonished by the endless stream of magic that Wes possessed.

She felt anxious, unsure how to deal with this powerful enemy. She gripped her sword tightly.

"Saber, calm down." Kiritsugu Emiya's calm voice came through the earpiece clearly. His voice acted like a tranquilizer, calming Artoria's somewhat flustered heart a little.

Kiritsugu Emiya's voice was steady and powerful.

"Master, what should we do now?" Artoria's voice was urgent. She was completely at a loss and could only turn to Kiritsugu Emiya for help.

What she didn't realize was that she was becoming increasingly dependent on Kiritsugu Emiya.

"Don't worry," Kiritsugu Emiya's voice remained calm and confident. "Everything is proceeding according to plan."

"Change the magazine," Kiritsugu Emiya ordered.

Hisayu Maiya acted swiftly, skillfully switching to ordinary armor-piercing rounds, then aiming at Wes in the sky and firing at him without hesitation.

A series of gunshots rang out, and bullets flew towards Wes like raindrops.

Wes didn't move at all; before the bullets even got close to him, the wings on his back fluttered slightly.

The wings were formed from pure wind elements, and with a slight flap of the wings, a powerful airflow was generated.

This gust of air, like a gale, instantly blew the bullets away.

The bullets flew wildly in all directions due to the impact of the airflow, some even embedding themselves in the surrounding walls and ground.

"Wind Blade!"

The wings on Wes's back flapped rapidly, at a speed that was dazzling.

With the flapping of the wings, countless sharp air blades poured down like a torrential rain, covering the entire factory as if it were raining.

Those air blades were incredibly sharp.

The tree snapped instantly under the air blades, leaving a clean, mirror-like cut.

The factory walls were cut into pieces, and fragments flew everywhere.

The utility pole was also cut in half and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Everything was cut in half, and the entire factory was reduced to ruins.

"boom!"

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

Smoke filled the air.

The smoke quickly spread, enveloping the entire battlefield in a hazy mist.

But Wes didn't stop; he put his hands on his chest.

A miniature tornado appeared in his palm, a miniature storm radiating immense power.

The tornado spun in his palm, making a whooshing sound.

Wes released his grip, and the tornado grew larger and larger, spinning and howling until it landed on the ground hundreds of meters high.

The powerful suction generated by the tornado pulled everything around it in, including rubble, debris, and broken machinery, all of which were lifted into the air by the tornado.

The scene was like the end of the world, terrifying to behold.

"Saber!!" Kiritsugu Emiya roared, his voice seeming to erupt from the depths of his soul.

His eyes were filled with anxiety and worry, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Stop him!!"

Upon hearing Kiritsugu Emiya's call, Artoria's eyes instantly hardened.

She raised the holy sword high with both hands: "Excalibur!!"

She shouted the sword's name as if declaring her resolve to the whole world.

The holy sword transformed her magic into light, a radiance like dazzling stars illuminating the entire battlefield.

A beam of light shot into the sky, as if to pierce the heavens.

Then, a beam of light, like a laser beam, shot out from the tip of the downward-swinging sword, carrying unparalleled power.

The tornado was instantly sliced ​​open by this powerful attack.

Its momentum didn't stop; it continued forward, destroying the barrier and flying several kilometers away. The powerful impact made the earth tremble before the attack slowly dissipated.

The earth could not withstand such an attack, and huge cracks appeared in its surface.

The attack was incredibly powerful, but Wes anticipated the danger and quickly dodged it.

After this move, Artoria knelt on one knee, leaning on her sword with her right hand, panting heavily.

Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat, clearly indicating that she had exhausted her magic power.

"Have you run out of magic?" Artoria looked up and saw Wes already beside her.

Startled, she rolled away to avoid it.

"Don't worry, I won't lay a hand on you. You have the protection of your distant ideal world, so I can't hurt you."

Wes had no intention of wasting his magic.

(End of this chapter)