The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

On the King's Highlands, King Liku was leading his few subordinates, trying his best to resist the waves of attacks that came like a tide.

Although King Liku was old, at this moment, his eyes still showed a sense of determination and resoluteness.

Every time the enemy charged, King Liku would lead the way, waving his weapons in his hands, and fighting the enemy to the death.

His subordinates also followed closely behind him. Although they were few in number, everyone was determined to die and fight to protect the last dignity of this country.

However, the difference in the number of people on both sides was too big.

The enemy came from all directions like dense locusts. As soon as one wave was repelled, another wave rushed up.

King Liku and his subordinates gradually felt exhausted. They were more or less wounded, and their clothes were stained red with blood, but they still gritted their teeth and held their positions.

This sudden chaos has ruthlessly destroyed many houses in the city, and the once warm homes are now only ruins.

Countless people have been displaced, they have lost their homes and the materials they rely on for survival, and the whole city is shrouded in a miserable atmosphere.

In such a predicament, this batch of treasures has become the light of hope to save the city and help people rebuild their homes.

King Riku knows that only by keeping these possible treasures can there be enough funds to resettle the homeless people and repair this war-torn city.

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

"Go! They can't hold on anymore!"

A pirate leader with a hideous face waved the bloodstained long sword in his hand and roared hoarsely.

Under his instigation, the pirates and sword fighters, like a group of beasts driven by desire, once again launched a crazy attack on the King's Highlands.

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

After a long and fierce battle, the blades of the long swords in their hands had become curled, like two broken leaves that had lost their sharpness.

Their physical strength was like the well water that was about to dry up, and they were almost exhausted by waves of attacks.

Every time they swung their weapons, it seemed as if they were overdrawing their last life force, and their movements became slower and heavier.

"Is it over?" King Riku's voice trembled with a hint of despair.

There was a flash of unwillingness in his eyes, but the fatigue of his body made him feel deeply powerless.

At this moment, a pirate took advantage of King Riku's distraction and swung his weapon violently, hitting King Riku's sword hard.

The sword that had accompanied King Riku for many years drew an arc in the air, and finally fell to the ground not far away with a "clang", splashing a small piece of dust.

"It's over!!" The pirate saw this and showed a ferocious smile on his face. He raised the long sword in his hand high, and the sharp blade flashed coldly in the sun, and slashed towards King Riku's neck fiercely.

King Riku looked at the blade that was getting closer and closer, and a sense of sadness surged in his heart.

He slowly closed his eyes and prepared to welcome his death. In his mind, the prosperous scene of Dressrosa in the past emerged, the laughing people, the bustling streets, and his relatives.

He felt deeply guilty for not being able to protect this land anymore, but at this moment, everything seemed to come to an end.

1 second, 2 seconds... Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment, but King Riku did not feel the expected pain.

He opened his eyes full of doubts, and in an instant, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

All eyes were red! !

It was a creepy blood red! !

The bodies of the pirates and sword fighters who attacked the King's Highlands were turning into powder bit by bit, as if they were being ruthlessly crushed by some invisible force.

On their bodies, red "threads" like blood appeared one by one. These "threads" seemed to have life, interweaving and entwining in the air.

Finally, these red "threads" gathered in the hands of a man like rivers returning to the sea.

As the "threads" gathered.

In Weiss's hands, the life force of thousands of people was compressed and refined, and finally refined into a fist-sized Philosopher's Stone.

The Philosopher's Stone exuded a charming and dangerous light. As the red light flowed, it seemed that countless souls were struggling and calling in it.

King Liku, Cyrus and their subordinates stared at the sky in a daze, shocked by the sudden horror scene and speechless.

Their hearts were filled with fear of this mysterious power, and they were extremely curious about the man who suddenly appeared.

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

"It was him who defeated Doflamingo." Cyrus' eyes were filled with awe.

"It was him?" King Riku widened his eyes and looked at Weiss's seemingly thin figure. He couldn't believe that this person who didn't look strong in front of him actually had such terrifying power.

He recalled Doflamingo's terrifying strength and it was hard to imagine how this person in front of him defeated him.

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After completing all this, Weiss was about to turn around and leave. He didn't care about the surprise and fear of these people.

However, he was stopped by Cyrus. Weiss frowned slightly and lowered his head to look at Cyrus.

"Please give Violet back to us." Cyrus said anxiously. This upright man was usually as strong as iron, but at this moment, for Violet, he put down all his pride.

He didn't know how to beg people, but just said simply and sincerely: "Please."

"Violet was caught by him?" King Liku's heart tightened suddenly after hearing Cyrus' words.

His heart was lifted up instantly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

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

Violet was not only a relative to him, but also one of the hopes for the revival of this country.

He looked at Weiss nervously, waiting for his answer, his hands unconsciously clenched, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.

"Violet?"

Wes stopped and Violet's image instantly appeared in his mind.

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

"Your Excellency, please ask for anything you want, just let my daughter go."

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

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

He knew that in the face of absolute strength, dignity and pride were so vulnerable.

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