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

Chapter 241 Complete Collection

"Did the teacher really go back?" Weber looked up at the plane flying overhead, its silver fuselage leaving a long contrail in the blue sky.

His eyes were filled with doubt and uncertainty, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Of course, I can't be wrong." Iskandar crossed his arms, his eyes firm and confident.

His tall stature resembled an unshakeable mountain, giving people a strong sense of security.

"Lancer has been defeated." His tone was very certain.

"I see."

Weber hadn't expected Kenneth to fail; in the Clock Tower, Kenneth was a star.

His talent and ability have attracted much attention, and he has always been an object of admiration.

Weber fell into deep thought, feeling uneasy about the cruelty and uncertainty of this Holy Grail War.

"Will I really survive this war?" A sudden surge of intense regret welled up in Weber's heart.

He began to doubt whether his initial decision to participate in this dangerous and unknown war was truly the right one.

"Don't worry!" Iskandar reached out his large hand and patted Webber's shoulder forcefully.

Those powerful hands seemed to convey boundless strength, filling Weber's heart with warmth.

"Victory will surely be ours." Iskandar's voice was loud and firm, full of confidence and dominance.

"Rider!" Weber was so moved that his eyes welled up with tears.

He looked at Iskandar, his heart filled with gratitude and admiration.

Iskandar was summoned as Rider, and is an extremely powerful Heroic Spirit.

Weber was deeply impressed by his courage, wisdom, and leadership.

"They're a really good pair."

Wes's voice rang out in the air without warning.

He appeared before them so quietly, as if he had stepped out of the void.

Iskandar reacted almost instantly, his tall frame forming a solid barrier, quickly shielding Webber behind him.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Wes, his entire body tense.

After eliminating several Heroic Spirits in succession, Wes has fully demonstrated his terrifying strength.

Iskandar knew that he could not afford to be careless in the slightest when facing such a powerful opponent.

Every subtle movement, every change in breath, could conceal a deadly danger.

"Are you going to make your move here?" Iskandar's voice was deep and powerful.

His gaze was fixed intently on Wes.

This is a busy airport, bustling with people and noise. If a fight breaks out here, the consequences would be unimaginable.

That could cause enormous chaos, threatening countless innocent lives.

"Of course not." Wes shook his head gently, his movements elegant and composed, his smile as warm as a spring breeze.

"Want to grab a drink?" His tone was relaxed and casual, as if he were inviting an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

Iskandar narrowed his eyes slightly, his hand unconsciously touching his beard.

He fell into a brief moment of contemplation, his mind rapidly weighing the various possibilities.

He wanted to see what Wes was up to, and what this mysterious opponent's true purpose was.

But at the same time, he was also well aware that this could be a trap.

However, his bold personality and fearless courage ultimately led him to make a decision.

"Can."

A shrine in Fuyuki City has been abandoned for a long time due to disrepair.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, and the withered yellow grass blades swayed gently in the breeze, telling tales of the vicissitudes of time.

The dilapidated buildings and mottled walls exude a desolate feeling of being forgotten by time.

Wes stood in this desolate place, and with a gentle flick of his sleeve, powerful magic surged forth like a raging tide.

In an instant, the messy weeds were cleared away, revealing a flat clearing.

Then, with a slight twitch of his fingers, as if plucking invisible strings, tables, chairs, and benches appeared in the open space as if by magic.

"Magic is really convenient," Iskandar exclaimed, looking at everything before him.

He sat down with an air of grandeur, his imposing posture resembling that of a king sitting on his throne.

His body was relaxed, but his eyes remained alert, showing no concern about any traps.

In his view, he has enough courage and strength to deal with any situation.

Weber also became much bolder, no longer as apprehensive as before.

He stood behind Iskandar, filled with curiosity, glancing at Wes from time to time, his mind brimming with questions.

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

He didn't know why Wes had invited them, nor did he know what would happen next.

But being near Iskandar gave him a strange sense of security, which calmed him down a little.

"As expected of the 'Conqueror King'." Wes's voice was full of sincere praise.

His gaze lingered on Iskandar for a moment.

"It's not something an ordinary person can do to get Master Weber to relinquish control and obey orders just by virtue of his personal charisma."

Weiss continued, his tone filled with admiration for Iskandar.

Indeed, in the Holy Grail War, the relationship between Servants and Masters is often complex and subtle, but Iskandar was able to use his unique personal charm to make the young Waver willingly follow his orders, which is undoubtedly an extraordinary ability.

[Perhaps Webber is too young and inexperienced to suppress Iskandar.]

Wes nodded slightly, analyzing the situation thoughtfully.

Weber's youth and lack of experience made it difficult for him to take the lead when facing the powerful and charismatic Iskandar.

Iskandar, with his wisdom, courage, and kingly demeanor, easily took control of the situation.

Iskandar simply smiled and said nothing.

His smile was full of confidence and composure, as if he didn't care about Weiss's evaluation.

In his view, his behavior was simply a matter of nature, not an attempt to deliberately conquer or control others.

Weiss filled three glasses with fine wine.

The wine was golden, shimmering in the sunlight like a dazzling gem.

The aroma of fine wine permeated the air, making people feel refreshed and relaxed.

"Good wine!" Iskandar exclaimed.

As a tyrant who conquered most of Europe, he had tasted all the finest wines in the world.

However, wines of this caliber are still a rare find.

"snort!"

A dazzling golden light suddenly flashed by.

Within this light, a golden light suddenly appeared, as if a god had descended.

He stood tall and proud in the void, looking down at the three of them with disdain.

His eyes were full of arrogance and contempt; in his eyes, these three were nothing more than insignificant ants.

His aura was powerful and oppressive, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

(End of this chapter)