Iskandar laughed loudly and stared at Arash with bright eyes. His burly body was trembling slightly, not out of fear but full of joy and excitement.
"But that's fine. If we find the one in front of us, it will save us the trouble of looking for it. But it's not that guy who came here in person. Are you looking down on my conqueror, Iskandar?!"
He drew his sword and raised it high into the sky.
"If that's the case, let's teach that guy who likes to look down on others a lesson. Come out, Bucephalus!"
Following his call, a horned BMW jumped out of the torn space. This was the legendary mount that followed the conquering king Iskandar to ravage the East. Now it has come to its owner in this world, preparing for a new one.
campaign.
"Come up, boy, but it's not as comfortable as the driver's seat of a chariot, and it's more bumpy."
Iskandar moved back, leaving Weber's position in front of him, and stretched out his palm towards Weber.
Weber looked at Iskandar blankly, then shook his head with a wry smile and took a step back.
"Why, boy, are you scared?"
Seeing Weber's behavior, Iskandar raised his eyebrows.
"No, just, just...can I really sit there?"
Weber continued to shake his head. With his mediocre nature, what qualifications did he have to sit on the back of a unique horse and fight with the king who had swept the world? In the end, he would only be in the way. He couldn't do this final battle.
Continue to hold him back.
"Hahaha, kid, what are you talking about? Aren't you my master? Shouldn't the master go to the battlefield with his servants?"
"I……"
"Okay, don't say those depressing words. After defeating the guy in front of us, we still have to have dinner. How about a victory pancake dinner?"
At some point, the vision in front of him became blurry, and tears fell silently, falling to the ground along his cheeks, breaking into dots of crystals. Weber twitched his nose hard, and then wiped away his tears to make it look like he had no tears.
So embarrassed.
He took Iskandar's extended hand and was pulled onto the horse, facing the powerful enemy together.
The cold night wind became hot, the air became dry, the darkness was driven away by the sun, and the woods around him had long since disappeared, replaced by endless yellow sand and the endless sky.
"Is this the mystery called [Inherent Barrier]? It's really a wonderful existence."
Kirshtalia looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but marvel. Although he had learned about the [Inherent Barrier] from magic books, seeing it with his own eyes was a different scene.
The mystery closest to magic can change the laws of the world.
A group of cavalry servants traveled through time and space, responded to the call of the conquering king and came to his side, gathering together to form an invincible military formation.
"Gather again! Show your dominance! Let's sing the conquest! Warriors who long for the end together! As long as I still have ambitions for the distance in my heart, the expedition will not end!"
"Oh oh oh oh--!!!"
Iskandar raised his arms and roared, and the soldiers present immediately shouted loudly, and their voices echoed over the desert, like thunder rumbling through the clouds.
"ie!!"
Iskandar took the lead and rushed to the front of the military formation, moving forward like a sharp arrow. The heroic troops rushed forward in a wedge-shaped formation. Viewed from a high altitude, the entire military formation seemed to be flying high.
of eagle.
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"Ah, it's a bit tricky."
Arash put his hand on the bowstring and stared at the vast military formation in front of him. There was a trace of distress on his face. It was obvious that in the competition of numbers, he and Kirshtalia were at an absolute disadvantage.
"Is it just a little tricky?"
Kirshtalia's face also showed a solemn expression. No matter what, the military formation in front of them was too grand. Anything in front of them would be ruthlessly crushed, even mountains and seas would be trampled on.
below.
"My Noble Phantasm should be able to deal with the military formation in front of me, but the rest of the battle will depend on you, Master."
Arash is ready to release the Noble Phantasm again.
"There is no need to release the Noble Phantasm first, I have other ways."
Kirshtalia shook his head and rejected Arash's proposal. If he was really forced into a desperate situation, he would naturally let Arash free his Noble Phantasm, but it was obvious that he had not reached that level yet.
"Then let me try out the power of this military formation first!"
Arash drew his bow and shot an arrow. In just a blink of an eye, he shot out countless arrows. The trembling of the bow string formed a harmonious movement, and it did not lose its own rhythm even under the impact of the military formation.
The sky was covered by the rain of arrows, and it suddenly became dark, and then it fell like a storm on the advancing military formation, causing a huge wave.
"He is indeed a very strong guy!"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Iskandar couldn't help but praise, and at the same time waved his sharp arrow to cut off the incoming arrows.
"Speed up and move towards the other side, thousands of miles away, ie——!!!"
He roared loudly. Although the military formation that was hit by the arrow rain reduced a bit, its speed increased instead of decreasing, shortening the distance between them faster and faster, eliminating Arash's idea of consuming him from a long distance.
break in.
"It seems that the king is not in vain."
Arash smiled bitterly and shook his head, but the movements of his hands did not stop. It was obvious that Iskandar had seen through his strategy. As long as the military formation rushed to their side, in addition to liberating his Noble Phantasm, he would
There is no other way.
Even the great hero of Persia could not withstand an army of tens of thousands of people by himself.
He looked at Kirshtalia, curious about what methods he could use.
"This is a magic gift given to me by my teacher. He told me that I can be liberated when I encounter danger, but I have to be careful not to hurt myself."
Kirshtalia opened the imaginary number pocket and took out an exquisite Western one-handed sword. Although it did not have the attribute of imaginary numbers, basic imaginary number magic could still be used.
"This is... a precious phantom?"
Arash felt the powerful mystery from this one-handed sword, which was completely comparable to the noble phantom of the heroic spirit, and even more powerful.
"I'm not too sure either."
Kirshtalia held the one-handed sword tightly and stared at the military formation that was getting closer and closer in front of her. The one-handed sword was only the basic form of this magic gift, and the final form needed to be unlocked by yourself.
[The ultimate form is released, please enter the real name of the holder.]