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

Chapter 245 The Final Charge

A strangely shaped aircraft was suddenly summoned.

That flying machine was Vimana, the throne held by Gilgamesh, a radiant vessel of light crafted from gold and emeralds that could soar through the sky.

Vimana floated silently in the air, like a brilliant star descending to earth.

Vimana is powered by solar crystals fueled by mercury, a magical energy conversion process shrouded in mystery.

When the solar crystal is activated, it can fly at unimaginable speeds, defying the laws of physics.

Vimalakirti is like a divine bird soaring freely, traversing the sky and transcending the constraints of time and space.

Vimana not only possesses amazing speed, but also powerful attack capabilities.

It is equipped with various Noble Phantasm systems.

Those Noble Phantasms are powerful enough to destroy any enemy.

It is even equipped with advanced weapons such as ancient nuclear warheads, which, once released, would trigger a cataclysmic disaster.

In the blink of an eye, Vimala caught up with Iskandar at lightning speed.

Iskandar's face showed a hint of surprise.

He broke out in a cold sweat, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

He muttered to himself, "Who exactly is the Rider?"

The two chased each other in the air like two shooting stars, their speed as fast as lightning, leaving the audience breathless.

The interplay of green light and purple lightning created a dazzling spectacle that made one feel as if they were in a dreamlike world.

The green light, like a green ribbon, danced in the sky.

The purple lightning bolt, like a giant purple dragon, roared through the air, unleashing terrifying power.

Their figures traced beautiful arcs in the sky, as if two gods were engaged in a fierce battle.

The entire sky was enveloped by their presence, and the wind howled in their ears.

"Boom!!" A loud bang, like a rolling thunderclap, suddenly exploded, and the powerful impact caused the surrounding air to be violently distorted in an instant.

This intense collision was as powerful as the violent impact of two stars, and the energy fluctuations it released caused faint ripples in the surrounding space.

"Moo~~" The divine ox let out a painful and indignant roar, its voice filled with endless resentment and despair.

The massive, powerful body of the divine bull was struck fiercely by the terrifying force of the sword, the sword of Ea. Under the incredibly sharp blade, the once majestic body of the divine bull trembled violently.

The powerful impact traveled through the divine bull's body, and even the divine wheels were split in two by this terrifying force.

The once glorious and sturdy structure of the Divine Wheel appeared so fragile and vulnerable under the invincible power of the Ea sword, as if it were nothing more than a toy that could be easily destroyed.

The shattered wheel fragments scattered and flew through the air.

Iskandar plummeted from the sky, his figure falling rapidly like a kite with a broken string, pulled down by the relentless pull of gravity.

He watched as his once powerful Noble Phantasm was destroyed in an instant, and an indescribable pain welled up in his heart.

Gilgamesh would not let go of this excellent opportunity to press his advantage. His cold eyes revealed murderous intent as he quickly approached Iskandar.

"shoot!!"

At this critical moment, countless arrows came like a torrential rain, carrying great power and precise targeting, intercepting Jin Shanshan.

These arrows intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net, each arrow gleaming with a sharp light.

They bought Iskandar valuable time, giving him the opportunity to regroup and reorganize the battle.

Iskandar landed smoothly on the ground, his heart filled with resentment and anger.

Having lost the powerful Noble Phantasms, the Divine Ox and the Divine Wheel, his combat strength was greatly reduced.

However, he was not afraid at all, because he still had trustworthy subordinates.

Arrows rained down like locusts.

However, these arrows did not harm Gilgamesh in the slightest.

The arrow was deflected by an invisible force the instant it approached him.

The arrows fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Scrap." Gold Flash spat out those two words with contempt.

Surrounded by tens of thousands of people, Gilgamesh still stood proudly, like an unshakeable mountain.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his posture exuding confidence and arrogance.

His eyes were full of disdain and contempt, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a sharp sword, as if he were scrutinizing a group of insignificant ants.

He slightly raised his chin: "Is this all you've got? You dare call yourself a king with this level of skill? That's laughable."

His voice was as cold as the wind in a freezing night.

"Indeed, I am not good at fighting," Iskandar slowly stood up. His posture was still upright, and although he had just experienced a fierce battle, his eyes were still full of determination and courage.

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

"But I still have subordinates."

He was filled with trust and pride in his subordinates.

"ha!!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, their voices like rolling thunder, shaking the entire world.

They struck their shields with their swords, producing a series of dull, powerful sounds.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound was like a battle horn, full of power and determination.

They stood close together, surrounding the golden glitter.

"Them?" Gilgamesh curled his lip in disdain, as if he were looking at a group of worthless beings.

A cold smile played on his lips, a smile full of disdain and arrogance.

Instead of using the powerful Ea, Gilgamesh casually swung his hand, and the Chains of Heaven swept out like a raging python.

Wherever it passed, countless soldiers were instantly blasted away like leaves swept up by a whirlwind.

Their bodies traced arcs through the air before crashing heavily to the ground, turning into specks of light and dissipating.

Gilgamesh sat leisurely on his throne, raising his chin slightly: "These ants can't even touch the hem of my robe."

"I've been underestimated."

Iskandar gritted his teeth, a surge of intense anger rising within him.

His pride was severely wounded by the blatant disregard shown to his proud legion.

His eyes burned with fury, a response to Gilgamesh's arrogance.

As if sensing its master's emotions, the horse Bousifaras gracefully approached Iskandar and gently nuzzled his arm with its face.

Iskandar mounted his horse without hesitation.

He gripped the reins tightly: "Charge!!" he roared, his voice booming like thunder across the battlefield.

Iskandar led the charge toward Gilgamesh, like an arrow released from a bow, full of unstoppable momentum.

Behind him, tens of thousands of soldiers followed closely, their footsteps echoing across the land like muffled thunder.

(End of this chapter)