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

Chapter 233 Exit

The giant eagle's talons, like sharp blades, sliced ​​through the air, seemingly about to crush Kiritsugu Emiya's head.

Just at this critical moment, a sword sheath, like a dazzling light, appeared right in front of him.

The scabbard exuded a mysterious aura, and was covered with ancient runes, which was none other than Artoria's "Distant Ideal Land".

Artoria threw the precious scabbard, shielding Kiritsugu Emiya from a fatal blow.

However, Artoria herself lost her protection as a result.

Now is the time.

Wes was secretly delighted and teleported in front of Artoria.

He held a spear that gleamed with a cold light, its tip pointed directly at Artoria's chest.

"Caster!!" Artoria's eyes widened in anger, and she completely abandoned her defense.

She concentrated all her magic on the blade, and the holy sword instantly shone brightly.

She was determined to cut off Wes's head to avenge herself and Kiritsugu Emiya.

The holy sword, with unstoppable momentum, severed Wes's head without any obstruction.

However, before the head could even hit the ground, it turned into bubbles and disappeared.

"A clone!" Artoria thought to herself, her intuition telling her that Wes was right behind her, but it was too late.

Wes's spear pierced her body like lightning in an instant.

Heroic spirits do not have flesh and blood; they are composed of magic.

Wes's spear possessed powerful magic-dispelling abilities, which completely restrained Artoriac.

"You should know that 'The Distant Ideal Land' can only stop one attack; Kiritsugu Emiya will eventually die."

Wes looked at Artoria without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"As a knight, I will not let my master die before me."

Artoria's gaze was firm, without the slightest fear.

"The so-called code of chivalry?"

Wes frowned slightly. He didn't understand Artoria's behavior, but he respected her choice.

"Then farewell, Saber."

Wes drew his spear, and Artoria's body, like shattered glass, dissipated into starlight.

On the other side, "The Distant Ideal World" blocked an attack for Kiritsugu Emiya, and then disappeared along with Artoria's departure.

Kiritsugu Emiya held Alice in his arms, and the two lay quietly on the ground, looking up at the starry sky.

The starry sky is dazzling and beautiful.

"Kiritsugu." Alice's voice was gentle and affectionate.

"Mm," Kiritsugu Emiya responded softly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"I love you." Alice's eyes glistened with tears, and her voice was filled with sincere emotion.

"I know."

Kiritsugu Emiya embraced Alice tightly.

As the effects of the Origin Bullet gradually dissipated, Alice used healing magic to heal her limbs.

She sat up and embraced Kiritsugu Emiya.

Their figures looked especially warm and inviting under the starry sky, as if time had stood still at that moment.

"Swoosh!" Wes pierced through the two men's bodies with his spear, his expressionless face blank.

The tip of the spear gleamed with a cold, icy light, as if proclaiming the fragility and impermanence of life.

Kiritsugu Emiya and Alice embraced tightly, their faces still showing lingering affection and love for each other.

However, at this moment, their bodies were mercilessly pierced by spears, and blood gushed from the wounds, staining the ground beneath them red.

Kiritsugu Emiya opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

His eyes gradually lost their light, and the breath of life was slowly fading away.

Alice clung tightly to Kiritsugu Emiya's clothes, as if trying to grasp the last bit of warmth.

Her tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Kiritsugu Emiya's face.

Thus ended their tragic lives.

They endured countless pains and hardships.

They fought for their beliefs and struggled for love, but ultimately could not escape the cruel tricks of fate.

Perhaps, it was their good fortune to die together.

In these final moments, they are no longer alone, no longer in pain; they can walk together toward eternal peace.

The night wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if they were sighing for their departure.

The stars twinkled in the night sky, witnessing their love and tragedy.

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

Thus, Saber, Caster, Assassin, and Berserker were all defeated and withdrew from this fierce and brutal Holy Grail War.

"Next, we need to figure out how to deal with Gilgamesh."

Gilgamesh, that proud and powerful hero-king, is not as easy to deal with as Artoria.

His strength lies not only in his unparalleled treasures and magical power, but also in his arrogant personality and disdain for everything.

That guy doesn't care about his Master's life or death; he only acts according to his own will, making him unpredictable.

Wes initially wanted to team up with Rider.

Rider's bold personality and formidable strength made Wes feel that he was a good partner.

However, that guy didn't trust himself.

In the previous battle, some of Wes's actions made Rider suspicious and wary of him.

"Hmph, you're untrustworthy." Rider's words echoed in Wes's mind, making him feel helpless.

As for Lancer.

Forget it, that unlucky guy with an E-rank luck rating, working with him would probably just bring me bad luck.

Wes muttered to himself.

Lancer's strength should not be underestimated, but his tragic luck is really not something to be complimented.

In battle, he always inexplicably falls into various predicaments, making people hold their breath for him.

After much thought, I realized that going it alone was the only option.

Wes sighed helplessly. He knew that fighting alone against such a powerful enemy as Gilgamesh would be extremely dangerous.

But he had no other choice but to rely on his own strength to challenge this hero king.

The church's overseers collected the three bodies and erased all traces of the battle.

Their movements were swift and practiced, as if they had done this countless times before.

Their faces were expressionless; they simply performed their duties silently.

When the sun rises, the residents of Fuyuki City can only hear news of the old factory burning down.

"It's strange, aren't there too many fires lately?" a resident said, frowning as he watched the news on TV.

"Why bother with all that? Has it burned down to your house?" another resident said nonchalantly.

"That makes sense." The first resident nodded and stopped thinking about it.

Another ordinary day begins in Fuyuki City.

People bustle about the streets, going to work, school, and shopping, as if nothing has happened.

However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, an even fiercer battle is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)