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

Chapter 289 groveling

On the King's Highlands, King Riku was leading his few remaining troops, desperately trying to defend against wave after wave of attacks.

Although King Riku was old, his eyes still revealed a resolute and determined look.

Every time the enemy charged, King Riku would take the lead, wielding his weapon and engaging in a fierce battle with the enemy.

His men followed closely behind him, and although they were few in number, each of them was determined to die to fight for the last vestige of dignity of the nation.

However, the difference in numbers between the two sides was simply too great.

The enemy swarmed in from all directions like a dense swarm of locusts; as soon as one wave was repelled, another wave rushed in.

King Riku and his men gradually felt their strength failing. They were all wounded to varying degrees, and their clothes were stained with blood. But they still gritted their teeth and held their ground.

This sudden chaos has ruthlessly destroyed many houses in the city, leaving behind only ruins of those once warm and cozy homes.

Countless people were displaced, losing their homes and the necessities for survival, and the entire city was shrouded in a tragic atmosphere.

In this predicament, the treasure became a beacon of hope for saving the city and helping its people rebuild their homes.

King Riku knew that only by protecting these potential treasures could he have enough funds to resettle the homeless people and repair the city ravaged by war.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the enemy or how difficult the situation, he will never give up and will fight for the future of Dressrosa.

"Charge!! They can't hold on any longer!!"

A pirate captain with a ferocious expression brandished his bloodstained longsword and roared hoarsely.

Incited by him, the pirates and gladiators, like a pack of beasts driven by desire, launched another frenzied attack on King's Highlands.

On the King's Heights, King Riku and Cyrus were already exhausted.

After a long and fierce battle, the blades of their longswords had become curled, like two withered leaves that had lost their sharpness.

Their stamina, like well water about to dry up, was almost exhausted by wave after wave of attacks.

Each swing of his weapon felt like he was draining his last bit of life force, and his movements became increasingly slow and heavy.

"Is this the end?" King Riku's voice trembled with a hint of despair.

A hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, but the exhaustion of his body made him feel deeply powerless.

Just then, taking advantage of Riku's distraction, a pirate suddenly swung his weapon and knocked Riku's sword away.

The sword that had been with King Riku for many years drew an arc in the air before finally landing on the ground not far away with a "clang," kicking up a small cloud of dust.

"It's over!!" Upon seeing this, the pirate revealed a ferocious smile. He raised his long sword high, the sharp blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and slashed fiercely towards King Riku's neck.

As King Riku watched the blade draw ever closer, a wave of sorrow washed over him.

He slowly closed his eyes, preparing to face his death. Images of Dressrosa's former prosperity flashed through his mind: the laughing citizens, the bustling streets, and his loved ones.

He felt a deep sense of guilt for no longer being able to protect this land, but at this moment, everything seemed to be coming to an end.

One second, two seconds... Time seemed to stretch on endlessly at that moment, but King Riku did not feel the expected pain.

He opened his eyes, full of doubt, and was instantly stunned by what he saw.

Everything I see is red!!

It was a chilling, blood-red color!

The bodies of the pirates and gladiators attacking the King's Heights are turning into powder bit by bit, as if they are being mercilessly crushed by some invisible force.

On their bodies, red "threads" like blood vessels emerged, and these "threads" seemed to have a life of their own, freely intertwining and entwining in the air.

Finally, these red "threads," like rivers flowing into the sea, converged in a man's hand.

As the "silk threads" come together.

In Wes's hands, the life force of thousands of people was compressed and refined, eventually forging a Philosopher's Stone the size of a fist.

The Philosopher's Stone emitted a captivating yet dangerous light, and within its swirling crimson glow, it seemed as if countless souls were struggling and crying out.

King Riku, Cyrus, and their men stared blankly at the sky, speechless with shock at the sudden and terrifying scene.

Their hearts were filled with both fear of this mysterious power and immense curiosity about the man who had suddenly appeared.

"Who is he?" a subordinate asked in a trembling voice.

"He's the one who defeated Doflamingo." Cyrus's eyes held a hint of awe.

"It's him??" King Riku's eyes widened as he looked at Wes's seemingly frail physique. He couldn't believe that this man, who didn't look strong, possessed such terrifying power.

He recalled Doflamingo's terrifying strength and found it hard to imagine how this person had defeated him.

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

After Weiss finished, he was about to turn and leave, completely unconcerned about the people's surprise and fear.

However, Cyrus called him back. Wes frowned slightly and looked down at Cyrus.

"Please give Violet back to us," Cyrus said anxiously. This upright man, usually as resolute as iron, had set aside all his pride for Violet's sake.

He didn't know how to ask for a favor, so he simply and sincerely said, "Please."

"Violet has been captured by him??" King Riku's heart tightened upon hearing Cyrus's words.

His heart jumped, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

He had already lost his eldest daughter and could no longer bear the pain of losing a loved one.

Violet was not just a family member to him, but one of the hopes for the country's revival.

He looked at Wes nervously, waiting for his answer, his hands unconsciously clenching so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

"Violet??"

Wes stopped in his tracks, and Violet's image instantly flashed into his mind.

The woman with violet eyes who once tried to spy on him.

"Make any demands you may have, just spare my daughter."

King Riku's voice was somewhat hoarse, and he tried his best to make his tone sound sincere and humble.

At this moment, he set aside all the dignity he once held as a king and knelt on one knee for the safety of his daughter.

He knew that in the face of absolute power, dignity and pride were utterly vulnerable.

In this chaotic world, power is the key to everything, and this mysterious and powerful man holds the life and death of his daughter in his hands.

(End of this chapter)