The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

"Teacher, he really goes back?" Weber looked up at the plane that passed by his head, and the silver body left a long track in the blue sky.

His eyes were full of doubts and uncertainty, and his voice trembled.

"Of course, I won't see it wrong." Iskadal holds his chest with his hands, his eyes are firm and confident.

His tall body seemed to be an unshakable mountain, giving a strong sense of security.

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

"So."

Weber did not expect that Kennes would fail. In the clock tower, Kennes was like a star.

His talents and strength have attracted much attention, and have always been the object of admiration.

Weber couldn't help but be in contemplation. The cruelty and uncertainty of the Holy Grail war made him feel a little uneasy.

"Can I really survive in this war?" Weber suddenly regretted a sudden.

He began to doubt whether his original decision was really a correct choice to participate in this dangerous and unknown war.

"Anxin!" Iskadar stretched out his hand and patted Weber's shoulder hard.

The powerful palm seemed to pass the endless power, making Weber's heart a warm current.

"Victory must belong to us." Iskadar's voice is loud and firm, full of confidence and domineering.

"Rider!" Weber moved his tears.

He looked at Iska, and his heart was full of gratitude and admiration.

Iskadar was summoned as Rider and was a very powerful hero.

His bravery, wisdom and leadership all convinced Weber deeply.

"Really a good partner."

Wase's voice sounded in the air without warning.

He quietly appeared in front of the two, as if stepped out of the void.

Iskadar almost reacted in an instant. His tall body quickly blocked Weber behind him like a solid barrier.

His eyes were as sharp as eagle, staring tightly at Wes, and his muscles were tight.

After Was eliminated several heroes in a row, he fully proved his cowardly strength.

Iskadar knows that in the face of such a powerful opponent, he must not have the slightest career.

Each subtle movement and changes in each atmosphere may hide the danger of fatal.

"Do you want to do it here?" Iskadal's voice is low and majestic.

His gaze locks Weis tightly.

Here is the airport where people come and go, bustling crowd, noisy sound, once fighting here, the consequences will be unimaginable.

That may cause huge chaos, and countless innocent lives will face threats.

"Of course not." Wes shook his head gently, his movements were elegant and calm, and the smile on his face was still like a spring breeze.

"Do you want to drink a drink?" His tone was easy and casual, as if inviting an old friend who hadn't met for a long time.

Iskada narrowed his eyes slightly and touched his beard unconsciously.

He was caught in a brief contemplation and quickly weighs various possibilities in his heart.

He wants to see what Wes is selling, what the purpose of this mysterious opponent has.

But at the same time, he also knew clearly that this may be a trap.

However, his heroic character and fearless courage finally made him decide.

"Can."

A shrine in Dongmu City has been abandoned for a long time.

Weeds around, and those yellow grass leaves swayed gently in the breeze, telling the vicissitudes of years.

The ruined buildings, mottled walls, revealed a kind of desolation that was forgotten by time everywhere.

Weis stood in this barren, gently waved his sleeves, and his powerful magic surged out like a turbulent tide.

Instantly, those cluttered weeds were cleaned up clean, exposing a flat open space.

Then, his fingers moved slightly, as if playing intangible strings, tables and chairs and benches appeared on the open space like magic.

"This kind of magic is really convenient." Iskadar looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

He sat down generously, and the heroic attitude was as if a king was sitting on his throne.

His body was relaxed, but his eyes were always vigilant, and he didn't worry about any traps.

In his opinion, no matter what the situation, he has enough courage and strength to deal with it.

Weber's courage also became much larger, not as sincere as before.

He stood behind Iskadar, and he was full of curiosity, looking at Wes from time to time, full of doubts.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

He didn't know why Wes invited them, and he didn't know what would happen next.

But beside Iskadar, he felt an inexplicable sense of security, which made his heart a little more settled.

"Sure enough, it is indeed 'conquest king'." Wes's voice was full of sincere praise.

His gaze stayed for a while.

"With the charm of personality, the Master of Weber is willing to give up the initiative to obey the arrangement. This is not what ordinary people can do."

Wes continued to say that he had appreciation for Iskadar in his tone.

Indeed, in the Holy Grail War, the relationship between the Servant and the Master is often complex and subtle, but Iskandar can make the young Weber willingly follow his arrangements with his unique personality charm, which is undoubtedly an extraordinary ability.

[Maybe because Weber is still young and has little experience, he can't suppress Iskandar. ]

Weiss nodded slightly and analyzed thoughtfully.

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

And Iskandar easily controlled the situation with his wisdom, courage and kingly demeanor.

Iskandar just smiled and didn't speak.

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

In his opinion, his behavior was just out of nature, not for deliberately conquering or controlling others.

Weiss filled three cups with fine wine.

The fine wine was golden, and under the sunlight, it flashed a layer of golden light, like a dazzling gem.

The aroma of fine wine filled the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

"Good wine!" Iskandar exclaimed.

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

However, fine wines of this level are still rare.

"Humph!"

A dazzling golden light suddenly flashed.

In this light, Jin Shanshan suddenly appeared, like a god descending.

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

His eyes were full of arrogance and contempt. In his eyes, these three people were just insignificant ants.

His aura was strong and oppressive, making the air around him solidify.