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

Chapter 246 The Holy Grail

"Boring." Gilgamesh frowned slightly. The same attack seemed unoriginal to him and couldn't arouse his interest at all.

"Things are starting to get boring." He slightly raised his chin and surveyed his surroundings.

Gilgamesh looked at Wes standing in the distance, a hint of provocation in his eyes. "Aren't you going to make a move, Caster?"

Wes's goal is not to fight, but to obtain the Holy Grail.

In his view, as long as Gilgamesh defeats Iskandar, the conditions for summoning the Holy Grail will be met.

"Take care of Rider first." Gilgamesh stood up from his throne.

He raised the sword of ecstasy high.

"Heaven and Earth are separated, star of creation!" he roared, and a powerful force surged from the sword, sweeping out like a destructive torrent.

The incredibly powerful attack instantly engulfed the army of tens of thousands of heroic spirits, who appeared so insignificant in the face of this mighty force.

They were like fallen leaves swept away by a raging wind, instantly annihilated.

The Reality Barrier began to collapse under this powerful impact.

Back in the real world, Iskandar's towering body was split in two, yet his eyes still held an indomitable light.

His body fell to the ground, and his blood stained the surrounding land.

That once majestic king has now fallen in this brutal battle.

"Rider!" Waver cried out in anguish, throwing himself frantically at Iskandar, his eyes filled with panic and grief.

With trembling hands, he hurriedly cast a spell in an attempt to heal Iskandar, the shimmering magic wrapping around his body like threads.

"No need." Iskandar weakly raised his hand, stopping Weber's actions.

His eyes revealed a sense of calm and relief. He could clearly feel that this body, composed of magic, had reached its limit and could no longer withstand any more power.

"It really can't compare to a real body." He sighed softly, and slowly closed his eyes with regret.

His figure gradually blurred, and finally returned to Valhalla, his Caribbean world, with the grandeur and freedom of a king.

Gilgamesh held the sword Ea, its tip pointing directly at Wes, the blade radiating a chilling light.

"You're the only one left." His voice was cold and authoritative, as if proclaiming the fate of his opponent.

Wes simply smiled, a smile brimming with confidence and mystery.

"You're the only one left."

"Are you provoking me, you piece of trash?" Gilgamesh's eyes widened in anger.

His aura erupted instantly, pressing down on Wes like a storm.

Wes ignored him and slowly opened his right hand.

A shrunken Berserker appeared in his palm.

"That's a Heroic Spirit??" Gilgamesh was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Wes clenched his right hand, and Berserker vanished in specks of light.

In the enormous hollow beneath Ryudouji Temple in Fuyuki City, at the spot marked with a massive magic circle, the Greater Grail began to emit a brilliant light.

The light was as dazzling as the sun, instantly penetrating the rocks and soil underground.

Then, the image of a golden cup radiating a mysterious light gradually emerged in the light; this was the Holy Grail itself.

It seemed to have descended from another world, carrying endless magic and mysterious power.

However, Gilgamesh's attention wasn't on the Holy Grail at all; he was staring intently at Wes. "This is really interesting. Who exactly are you?"

His heart was filled with curiosity and doubt; this mysterious person had caught his attention from the very beginning.

This guy isn't a Heroic Spirit, yet he fooled everyone; his goal is the Holy Grail.

After Gilgamesh was summoned, the second interesting person he encountered was Wes.

The first interesting person she encountered was Kirei Kotomine, that twisted man.

Not only Gilgamesh, but the Holy Grail War's overseeing church was also in a state of chaos.

"Who on earth is this guy??"

"This is a major mistake!!"

This sudden change caught them off guard.

But it's too late now; the Holy Grail has already arrived.

However, the Holy Grail at this time has been tainted by "all the evil of this world (Angola Mainyu)".

Endless black mud surged from the Holy Grail, rolling and churning as if it were alive.

It soon engulfed the shrine and spread throughout the city.

"Disgusting!" Jin Shanshan angrily floated into the air to avoid getting covered in the black mud.

These black muds are a manifestation of all kinds of negative human emotions, such as greed, jealousy, and hatred, and they exude a nauseating stench.

"The time has come to verify my guess." Wes took out the Mind Scepter.

The Mind Stone kept flashing, its light flickering as if urgently urging Wes on.

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

Each flash of light seemed to express an impatient longing.

"Don't rush," Wes said softly.

"Thump!" Wes slammed the Mind Scepter heavily on the ground.

Instantly, a powerful force surged from the Mind Scepter, spreading outwards like waves.

The force quickly dispersed the surrounding black mud, which vanished instantly like dark clouds swept by a gale.

However, the black mud did not give up easily; it immediately surrounded them again.

The surging black mud, like black venomous snakes, bared its fangs and claws as it approached Wes.

"Then you should have a good meal." Wes's lips curled up slightly.

The Mind Gem burst forth with dazzling light, and a powerful suction force emanated from it, continuously drawing the black mud into the gem.

Angolan Manuel can be seen as a combination of negative human emotions and the human spirit.

It represents the various negative emotions deep within the human heart, such as greed, jealousy, and hatred; it is a purely malicious existence.

Ordinary people can easily become corrupted and consumed by the darkness within themselves if they get even a little bit of black mud on them.

They will lose their minds, be controlled by negative emotions, and become slaves to darkness.

Even the Heroic Spirits could not fight against him, because Angra Mainyu's power was too great; it could erode the Heroic Spirits' minds and cause them to lose themselves.

However, the Mind Stone is one of the origins of the universe, containing boundless power.

The malice of humankind on Earth is but an appetizer before the Mind Stone.

The Mind Stone can easily absorb this malice and transform it into its own power.

It's like a bottomless pit.

"What is that?" Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed on the Mind Stone that was radiating dazzling light.

He tilted his head slightly, his golden hair shimmering like gold in the light.

Gilgamesh has always loved glamorous things; it's an innate aesthetic pursuit of him as a king.

In his eyes, only the most exquisite and magnificent things in the world deserve his respect.

The dazzling light of the Mind Gem, like the most radiant star in the night sky, exudes a mesmerizing charm.

The light flowing inside the gemstone seems to be surging with countless mysterious forces. Each facet of it refracts brilliant colors, like a dreamlike painting that captivates the viewer.

Without a doubt, the Mind Stone perfectly matched his discerning aesthetic sense regarding ornate objects.

"Give the things back to me." Gilgamesh had already decided that the Mind Stone belonged to him.

Throughout his long reign, all the world's treasures should belong to him, and this mysterious and magnificent gem of the soul was no exception.

(End of this chapter)