It is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and the crowd tactics have never been out of date.
When a person is surrounded by ten people, he will feel alone and alone.
What would it feel like if he were surrounded by a hundred people, a thousand people, or even tens of thousands of people?
Of course, a scene that is enough to make ordinary people collapse is not necessarily a hopeless situation for heroic spirits full of legends and miracles.
Slaying evil dragons, sweeping thousands of armies, defeating the devil, and rivaling gods...the existence of heroic spirits is a kind of "romance" in itself.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh──!"
Rows of cavalry galloped forward. The cavalrymen raised their swords and guns, and shouted like a tsunami from their mouths, which was mixed with the exciting sound of horse hooves like drums.
The emperor did not directly use the entire army, but sent four thousands-man armies to launch a charge from the front.
Even so, four thousand cavalry charging together is a very shocking sight. The horses' hoofs stir up waves of yellow sand, and the cold light of the blades embellishes it.
Just the dense flow of war horses like a tide and the roaring momentum of the cavalry gave people a suffocating sense of oppression.
Ren's eyes were very cold. He faced the majestic army like a surging tide alone, but he didn't show a trace of fear.
He is like a lonely mountain, standing in the waves. He is just one person, and the overwhelming sense of oppression he exudes is no less than that of thousands of troops on the opposite side.
"Hephaestion, who is that guy opposite?"
Among the cavalry who launched the attack, a white-haired general who looked strong and strong asked a question to his companion next to him.
The veteran general's name was Parminio. He was once the most capable general of Philip II (the father of the Emperor) and a hero of the Emperor. He could be regarded as a veteran of the Second Dynasty.
Hephaestion, who had a thin face and long black hair, looked at the young man opposite with white hair and a red coat, and shook his head.
"I don't know. Wang said he calls himself a nobody."
"Don't be ridiculous. Look at the scene across the way. There are piles of corpses and swords everywhere... This kind of battlefield butcher covered in bloody evil. Are you telling me that he is a nobody?"
Parmenio held the reins, his white eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't help but glare at Hephaestion next to him.
"But the king really doesn't know who he is, and this person doesn't seem to be one of the famous heroes in history." Hephaestion said with a puzzled look.
Hephaestion is the emperor's best friend and lover. His relationship with the emperor is just like that between Enkidu and Jinglei.
He is good at command and diplomacy. Of course, he is most famous for his romantic relationship with the emperor.
When the emperor's army passed by the old site of the ancient city of Troy, the emperor went to worship at the tomb of his idol Achilles, while Hephaestion worshiped at the tomb of Achilles' friend Patroclus.
Achilles and Patroclus were famous homosexuals in ancient Greece. This move by the Emperor and Hephaestion was tantamount to revealing their friendship to the world.
Among this wave of cavalry with a total of 4,000 men, Parmenio was responsible for leading the charge, and Hephaestion was responsible for commanding.
It is worth mentioning that Hephaestion looks a bit like Weber, especially Weber ten years later.
Both of them have long black hair, thin faces, height and long legs, and are quite similar in temperament and appearance. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the Emperor likes Weber very much.
The cavalry was extremely fast, and the army quickly covered hundreds of meters.
The red wilderness is close at hand, corpses are piled on the rock, soil and weeds, and countless swords, guns, swords and halberds are stuck on the ground.
Flames were burning in the air, and the stars were dazzling. Before they even got close, a strong smell of blood hit their faces, and all the cavalrymen looked solemn.
We are all warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles, and are very sensitive to the perception of danger and the smell of death.
In the middle of the wilderness, Ren glanced at the cavalry and showed a cold smile. He gently raised his hand.
The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, swords, halberds, spears, scimitars... countless cold blades suddenly rose from the ground, piercing the void like thunder.
Densely packed weapons were arranged in the sky one by one, covering the entire sky like a flock of black crows!
A large shadow shrouded down, and the spear heads, sword tips, blades, etc. shone with cold light in the air, stirring up the airflow, and aimed at the swarming army.
The cavalrymen who were galloping all looked shocked.
"Are you kidding me? These are not ordinary weapons. These are all Noble Phantasms! They are all Noble Phantasms!"
Parmenio couldn't help but open his eyes wide, looking in disbelief at the cold light flowing in the night sky and the weapons filled with magical energy.
When he observed them from a distance before, he thought they were ordinary weapons, at most similar to mass-produced magic rituals.
Even if they guessed that the opponent might use them in combat, with their almost unparalleled army, they might not be able to withstand the attack and strangle the white-haired heroic spirit.
But if they are all Noble Phantasms, then it’s a completely different situation!
The power of the Noble Phantasm alone is comparable to that of a bombardment, but cannot be compared with ordinary arrows.
Hephaestion's expression also changed. He looked at Ren, who was standing a few hundred meters away like a god of death in the middle of the red wilderness. He couldn't help but sigh:
"It's really scary, a powerful enemy that I've never seen before."
"Yeah, what the hell, what is the origin of that guy? The red rose that breaks the devil, the spiral sword, the indestructible lake light... so many famous treasures.
Regardless of whether they are real or fake, at least their aura is very intimidating and they don’t look like inferior imitations. I even saw the Noble Phantasms of some of us in the sky!”
Parminio's white beard moved, and he felt like a dog.
They were summoned by the king's ability, and none of the members of the legion had any Noble Phantasms.
They are also not assigned to specific classes according to the rules of the Holy Grail War, so all members do not have classes or class-related skills.
"Parmenio, it seems that our entire army is going to be annihilated." Hephaestion glanced at the group of Noble Phantasms in the sky and said in a deep voice, "There are at least 20,000 of them. They were all projected together and we didn't even try to avoid them.
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"This is too exaggerated. This kind of power is like a myth. Which heroic spirit in history is that person..."
Parminio looked very shocked. Can this heroic spirit copy the Noble Phantasm from human history? Otherwise, how could there be so many.
The words have not yet fallen.
The overwhelming treasures were like heavy rain, pouring down from the sky, forming a dense black mass.
The noble phantoms tore through the atmosphere and were projected down mercilessly, creating a suffocating sense of oppression. The sight was filled with the cold light of sharp blades, leaving no room for escape!
Boom boom boom boom──!!
The roaring sound like a violent storm was non-stop, like a dozen artillery battalions bombing, and like thousands of strong bows and crossbows firing continuously!
The dust and sand are rolling, and people are turning their backs on their horses.
The horses neighed, blood spattered, and groups of knights fell like dominoes.
The sword pierced the armor, and splashes of blood bloomed!
The corpses of horses and knights fell one after another. In the explosion fire, blood and dust mixed together, forming a tragic picture of death!
"Damn it, it's still a little worse!"
Parminio roared unwillingly, and was stabbed by a spear in the end, falling from his horse.
He glared angrily at Renn, who was a hundred meters away, pulled out the spear pierced into his shoulder, and threw it aside.
Enduring the pain, he continued to charge with his spear in hand. The distance was not far. At the speed of the servant, he could only reach a hundred meters in a blink of an eye.
But even this distance is as unreachable as a chasm.
Parmenio glanced around Zhou Zhou with his peripheral vision and found that almost everyone had fallen off their horses. Among the four thousand cavalry, less than two hundred were alive at this time.
Renn didn't give them any chance to breathe at all, and his cold eyes swept over the defeated group of remnants.
With a thought, thousands of chilly Noble Phantasms rose from the ground and shot at them again like a rain of arrows!
Pfft~
The cold light flashed across and the sharp blade entered his body.
Parminio rushed forward at great speed and fell to his knees on the wilderness. A total of three swords pierced his chest, and the coquettish blood continued to spill along with the wounds.
There are too many and there is no way to avoid them.
As for Hephaestion, he was not a general who charged into battle. His skills were not very good and he died long ago.
When he was dying, Parminio looked around and found that everyone had fallen and no one survived.
He finally raised his head and looked at the heroic spirit of unknown origin who was wearing a black and red coat not far away, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth:
"Who is your Excellency?"
Ren glanced at the veteran. He didn't recognize which heroic spirit he was, but he was the one closest to him.
The opponent dodged dozens of Noble Phantasms and rushed to a place less than 50 meters away from him before collapsing. He was probably also a number one person.
"Wu Ming." Ren said simply.
The general in front of me actually has good martial arts and skills.
It's a pity that he has no Noble Phantasm, no rank and no skills. No matter how good his skills are, he can't withstand the coverage of thousands of Noble Phantasms.
Most of the Servants in this world rely heavily on Noble Phantasms.
Without any Noble Phantasms, he is basically useless. Even the King of Heroes is useless without all the Noble Phantasms.
Imagine that Jin Shining doesn't have the King's Treasure, the Heavenly Lock, or the Guili Sword... and only has an ordinary sword in his hand. Who can he beat?
There are exceptions, such as Sasaki Kojiro, who does not have a single Noble Phantasm in his hand, but still possesses considerable strength.
The sword in the caretaker's hand is not a treasure, it is just an ordinary knife, and he was able to use "Yan Hui" during his lifetime, which is not an ability acquired after becoming a heroic spirit.
"An unknown person?" Parmenio coughed out a mouthful of blood and glanced at the corpses and swords in the wilderness. "I think you can call yourself the Lord of All Arms."
After saying that, the blood-stained general fell to the ground.
Before he died, Parminio suddenly had a thought in his mind - what kind of spectacular sight would it be if these thousands of precious phantoms were equipped to a group of these brave knights?
