I'm Really Strong

"This world can be reproduced because it is imprinted on our hearts." Iskandar said to himself, and then stood up slowly, "It's been a long time, my soldiers!"

"king--!"

"king--!"

"king--!"

The spear slapped the shield, and the [-]-strong army shouted in unison, in full force.

Webber, who was at the forefront of the military force, was already shocked by this scene. He just turned his head and looked at the boundless army. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

Iskandar looked at the front line of the army again: "You guys are still the same. Aridaus, Ptolemy, Lysimachus, Pesson, Leonardus, Perdi Cas...che, that guy Hephaistion isn't here."

Shadow warriors were not present.

This made Iskandar feel a little disappointed, but this loss was not shown on his face, but only in his heart.The king's words and deeds affect his followers, and he will not show any loss in front of his subordinates, let alone in front of the army.

"king!"

"..."

"king--"

The protagonists of the Battle of Successors had complicated expressions, but they greeted Wang's usual smile and a plain sentence: "You guys don't think too much, just prepare for the battle as before."

"""Yes--!!!"""

Iskandar cast his gaze back to the two of them on the other side.

"Have you seen it, Berserker, and its Master, have you seen this unparalleled army!

"Even if their bodies are destroyed, their heroic spirits are still summoned. They are my loyal warriors in the legend. The eternal friends who traveled through time and space responded to my call.

"They are my treasure, my king's way, my strongest Noble Phantasm—

"——The army of the king!!!"

Chapter 32 The Second King's Army

The hot sun scorched the rolling yellow sand, and the surface temperature was roughly [-] degrees. The air on the ground of the rolling desert was heated and expanded, and the light began to distort and refract, and everything reflected in everyone's vision was distorted.

"...So they still wear such thick armor, do they really not suffer from heat stroke? Or should it be said that humans from before the Western Era can maintain such a strict military formation even in such weather." Bai Ziqing looked into the distance The military force at the place not only expressed emotion.

"I must admit that even I am a little envious of such an army. But Master, it seems that now is not the time to think about this issue." Hei Wumao stood beside Bai Ziqing, already fully armed, "Is there a plan?"

"Two against [-], where do you need foresight? It's nothing more than your Noble Phantasm cover as a defender, and me as a pioneer to lead the charge."

Bai Ziqing raised the corner of his mouth, his pupils glared, and his loud voice resounded throughout the audience.

"Order—"

The other side, iron hoofs.

The army of yellow sand raises the billowing dust, turns its faith into a round shield, and turns its courage into a spear, and gallops on its horses.

"Dyeing the army of yellow sand to vermilion with a pitch-black sword—

"Dye everything the enemy has in vermilion—

"Kill the enemy, Search and Destroy, Search and Destroy!

"Massacre as much as possible, don't let them leave this island alive.

"The fantasy of conquering the world, the ambition to ignite the flames of war three times, let it dissipate like a bubble here."

The commander gave the order.

The soldier faithfully accepted the order.

Unlike an avenger who has turned his prodigal son back before committing a substantial mistake, the king on the other side is already drunk.

Iskandar was drunk before his death, drunk on the journey to Okeanos, drunk in the desire to conquer the world, drunk in the wine called war and conquest. .

The end result is a hopeless tyrant.

The dark king looked at the Macedonian phalanx that had advanced ahead, and the cavalry charging at the forefront. He bowed slightly, and the dark magic power converged on the straight sword: "As you wish, Master."

The chaotic and unknown magic power is boiling, the world of inherent enchantment becomes depressed, and three or two dark clouds are faintly visible from the other side of the sky.

"—Excalibur Morgan!!!"

"avoid!!!"

The general issued an order, but it seemed to be a step too late.

The pitch-black beam of light tore a ravine in the yellow sand, evaporating the unknown number of cavalry, and abruptly tore the legendary Marchton line of defense, like a piece of bread gently torn open by both hands, tore a crack.

When the black light came to an end, what caught the eyes of the Macedonian soldiers was an indomitable warrior.

The dark flames burned the earth, and before the peripheral light dissipated, a white streamer silently swept through the eyes of the Macedonian soldiers, and scarlet blood spurted down countless throats.

The flow of light, the brilliant blade.

Bai Ziqing quietly looked at the blood bead on his arm blade, as if he was thinking about some philosophical question, but the head that rolled in the moment and the pool of blood that melted into the yellow sand were filled by the soldiers on both sides. The charging general Qi Yuma held a long spear, and the tip of the spear aimed at Bai Ziqing's heart and stabbed fiercely.

White light reproduction.

The spear, which was not a Noble Phantasm but could only be called an armament, was fundamentally disarmed—the opponent's hand.