24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

"I'm sorry... For various reasons, it is impossible for me to choose to join any force in this war."

On this point, Arash has always shaken his head.

Da Ying is a well-known shit stirrer who plays the dirtiest role in the history of human wars. How could he join such a country?

"Besides, your ideals and mine, Lord Mordred, are also at odds."

"You should have noticed that our compatibility is not very good."

"This is because we have different understandings of power. Sir Mordred, the reason you use power is for honor and military exploits, but my power exists for the sake of peace."

Arash smiled a little shyly, but he told the truth.

He doesn't care about his evaluation in the eyes of the world, and he has no desire to pursue fame and glory.

What the great hero wants is for this land to regain peace so that people will not be burned by the flames of war.

"Peace... that kind of thing is very good, but without war there is no peace."

"I use my power to gain my father's approval, whether it's to defeat the enemy, protect the people, or anything else."

"The existence of power is meant for fighting. I don't think there is anything to argue about."

Mordred's thoughts were also very pure.

Power that cannot be recognized is worthless, and the so-called peace means that the strong set rules so that the weak can survive.

The desire to realize peace ultimately depends on unrivaled force.

153. I, Iskandar, have a dream

On the edge of the Persian plains, the troops brought by Iskandar were fighting with a small army of undead.

Although it is said to be a small group, there are actually more than 80 undead creatures here, which is still a bit scary for the motley army of various countries in the Middle East with only more than [-] people.

"The fixed artillery group fires towards the seven o'clock direction in the southwest, where there are undead snipers with powerful attacks!"

"Asshole! The guns and ammunition in your hands were made with a huge amount of magic materials. Don't shoot before the enemy is within range!"

"The tank over there! You blocked the machine gun position's rays!"

Iskandar stood on his divine wheel, loudly directing the mixed troops from various countries under his command to fight.

Because this was their first time fighting undead creatures, and the teammates around them were all strangers, the scheduling of these modern armies was a bit confusing.

Fortunately, there was the King of Conqueror, a heroic spirit who was proficient in battlefield command, otherwise they would have collapsed the moment they were attacked by the undead army.

"Hey...Iskandar! Can you really command a modern army?"

Huddled inside the frame of the Conqueror, Webbert was so frightened that he almost fainted as he listened to the roaring cannons and continuous gunshots outside.

Why did things develop like this after he summoned a heroic spirit from more than 2000 years ago? From the beginning after fighting Mordred, he and Iskandar have been traveling around Eurasia, completely different. It's like preparing for a war, but it's like going on a honeymoon.

But what he couldn't understand was that during this leisurely travel, there were actually people who volunteered to join the Conqueror King's army, and the number was really not that small.

"Tiny, trivial!"

"Where are you going? Commanding thousands of people is completely easy for the Conqueror King. You can know the wind direction on the battlefield just by smelling it with this nose!"

"Things like strategy and tactics are always the same, and our opponents are all such brainless guys."

Grinning widely, Iskandar said confidently.

Just as he said, after a short running-in period, this army, composed of a series of complex personnel such as mercenaries, warlords from various countries, and separatist forces, quickly adapted to the rhythm of fighting undead creatures.

Under the command of the conquering king, the troops using the soul-enhanced weapons provided by Medea pushed aside the enemy army dozens of times their own, tore a hole in the Persian plain where the undead were, and got in.

"Firearms are really good things."

"I think back then my Macedonia even had very few archers. Now every soldier is a long-range unit. It's so cool."

"But without the momentum of the cavalry to break the formation, the armored troops are always missing something to clear the way."

After completing the annihilation of this small army of undead, Iskandar recalled the feeling of modern warfare and said.

"Real physical collision is a man's romance. Using a tank to crush the enemy is great, but without the excitement of dancing on the tip of a knife, the courage and consciousness of both parties cannot be seen at all."

Sighing, Iskandar figured out the difference between modern warfare and ancient warfare.

"In our day, the battlefield was a place of courage and glory."

"But now that we have guns and cannons, we can kill the enemy before he gets in front of us."

"This is not a war at all, just a pure massacre."

Glancing at the army behind him, after defeating hundreds of thousands of undead legions, the soldiers under his command were all in good condition except for a few unlucky guys. Iskandar didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Since the machine gun invented by Gatling was used on the battlefield, the form of war has changed from a battle of wits and courage between the enemy and ourselves to a simple exchange of numbers."

"Soldiers don't need to experience the guilt of breaking open the bodies of their own kind. As long as they pull the trigger, the enemy will fall down."

"As people's lives become more and more convenient, the technology for killing similar species is also advancing rapidly. It is efficient, economical and fast. This is the greatness of science."

Witnessing a modern army's crushing victory over the undead army, Webbert said with some emotion.

Originally, the undead had magical black clouds, a defensive method specifically designed to resist thermal weapons, but Medea, the witch of the gods, looked down upon the magical barrier that was naturally formed when a large number of monsters gathered together. Completely meaningless.

Medea just arranged a few simple magic arrays and asked the soldiers to put their weapons on them to strengthen them. In an instant, whether they were pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, or even armored vehicles, they all had a magic-breaking effect.

The undead who were supposed to be invulnerable were melted like butter when hit by magic-breaking bullets, like a hot knife.

"Well, whether it's bows, arrows or firearms, as long as they can help me, Iskandar, conquer the world, then they are good weapons."

Sensing that Webbert, a magician, was in a low mood, Iskandar patted his master's shoulder to reassure him.

"No...that's not what I care about..."

Truth be told, while Webbert was a magician, he was a modern man before that.

He is much clearer than Iskandar about the cruelty of modern war.

Don't look at the current army of the King of Conqueror using hot weapons to crush the undead army in the cold weapon era. If it is a battlefield where both armies are modernly armed, over-the-horizon strikes and drone combat will be the main theme of the war.

Modern warfare like today, in which many electronic devices have become useless due to the interference of the magic black cloud, can only be said to have set back the art of human slaughter by 50 years.

"Oh? Is that because Medea did something you couldn't do?"

Iskandar looks rough, but his mind is actually very sharp.

It only took a moment to think about the reason for Webbert's low mood. It was obviously because Medea, a witch, could add magic to technology, and as a magician, he could not understand this kind of ancient magic. Operating principle.

"That's... right."

Webbert was not surprised to be seen through.

During this period of getting along, he and the Conqueror had a tacit understanding, and it was common for him to feel each other's thoughts.

"Medea's magic formation is already an existence that is incomprehensible to modern magic, but what's even more frightening is that the product of the Gods can be seamlessly connected with the objects created by technology."

"It may be ridiculous for me to say this, but maybe the magic of the Age of Gods has something in common with modern technology. It may even be that the so-called Magic of the Age of Gods is a kind of extraordinary technology that humans cannot understand."

"This inference can completely deny what has been passed down from generation to generation by famous magic families. If we can continue to study in this field, we may be able to rely on logical reasoning to see through the essence of magic, disintegrate many mysteries that humans cannot understand, and construct a new and The ancient discipline of magic.”

"I call it, the modern magic department."

"By then, the boundaries between mystery and science will be broken down."

"The rule of the ancient family in the field of magic will also come to an end. This is the greatest discovery in human history..."

Webbert's expression became more and more excited as he spoke, but in the end his throat seemed to be stuck with something, and the smile on his face froze helplessly.

"That sounds interesting, why don't you finish it?"

Iskandar's eyes had revealed a clean look that was not contaminated by knowledge, but he could understand Webbert's excitement, so he still encouraged him to continue speaking.

"No... I might be too whimsical."

Webbert put down his waving hands and lowered his head.

"I am not an outstanding person in the field of magicians, and my research on magic is only at the superficial stage."

"Everyone thinks that I, who come from a shallow family, have neither talent nor accumulation. I once made similar inferences that could subvert the existing magic system, but it turns out that those were just the dreams of a fool."

"Maybe... the discovery this time is just the hallucination of this good-for-nothing like me..."

After falling back into the carriage, Webbert said with a sad smile.

I just witnessed the process of Medea establishing a magic workshop and sculpting the formations of the Age of Gods, and I hoped to reform the existing magic system based on the superficial mysterious knowledge I saw.

It cannot be said that it is absolutely impossible, it can also be called a fool's dream.

"...Webber, what is your dream?"

Looking at the lost Master, Iskandar did not solve everything with laughter like before, but seriously raised a question.

"dream……?"

"I once thought about breaking the theory of bloodline superiority and inferiority in the magic world and proving that the Velvet family's bloodline is not much worse than those ancient magic families."

"But the facts have proven that I was dreaming. The poor magic circuit that has only been passed down for three generations is not as good as the excellent bloodline that others inherited from famous families. In the final analysis, my grandmother is just the mistress of a certain magician... "

At this point, big tears fell from Webbert's eyes.

He also thought that he was a special being who could make a career in the field of magicians and become a genius magician praised by the world.

But after he spent all his wealth to find an opportunity to join the Magicians Association, the cruel reality faced him.

His classmates were all nobles with more than ten generations of magician blood, and his teacher repeatedly denied the thesis he had worked so hard to write.

All of this made Weber realize his incompetence and the fact that he was completely nailed to the lowest level of the magician field due to his innate inferior talent.

"Okay, okay, let's just say some depressing words."

"I don't know anything about magic, but I know that you are definitely not a loser. You are a guy with great vision and foresight."

"Put the past things behind you. Now I, Iskandar, want to make a bet with you."

Grabbing Webbert's hand, Iskandar forced him out of the car.

"You know my dream, right?"

Looking at the vast Persian plains, the conquering king asked his master.

"Do you want to conquer the world?"

Webbert wiped his tears with his other hand and said somewhat unconfidently.