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

He does have a Noble Phantasm for area-of-effect destruction, but who the hell would use it to blow up minions until the last moment?

Am I right, Masters?

Mordred looked at Medea again. This witch had released natural disaster-level magic.

"Caster needs to build a magic position to be able to exert his strength, and you two will go to war with Darius III's army tomorrow. I simply can't make preparations for a large-scale God-era magic in such a short period of time."

"And the soldiers' weapons also need to be strengthened by my magic. You can't expect those muskets to cause harm to the undead, right?"

"That's the thing. I won't go to the battlefield myself. I can only try my best to provide you with support."

Medea's voice was very formulaic. This was something she had said once before, but Mordred, an idiot, got distracted after the meeting started.

"That……"

Mordred was speechless and looked at Yu Ji at the end.

"I am Assassin, I don't have the frontal combat capabilities of knights like you."

Yu Ji turned away and calmly refused.

"Aren't you going to the battlefield too?"

Mordred felt very speechless. How come these teammates all look so unreliable?

"Well... I will play as Arash's escort. He is an important long-range firepower unit."

Yu Ji said helplessly, she had been sent to this meeting site, and Iskandar naturally wanted to make good use of this heroic spirit.

Even though Poppy claimed to be a weak woman, she still held the rank of assassin. The King of Conqueror put her next to Arash, presumably to prevent possible assassins from the enemy from attacking this precious long-range unit. .

"Actually, I don't need a guard..."

Arash scratched his head. He also felt that there was no need for Yu Ji to be with him.

"Arash, you need to look for traces of high-level monsters and undead on the battlefield, and kill them before these hard bones cause harm to our soldiers."

"This is a very dangerous and challenging mission, and you may need to go deep into enemy lines to find the target."

"Just in case, let this Assassin protect you."

Iskandar glanced at the red bow on Arash's back, shook his head and insisted.

The archers who use bows look very fragile at first glance. Don't be accidentally killed by the enemy.

157.The King’s Military Power

Although some Knights of the Round Table were still dissatisfied with the outcome of the meeting, seeing that there was not much time left for rest, Iskandar finally announced the breakup of the meeting.

The final tactical lineup decided by humans is:

Pioneer of the formation: Lu Bu Berserker

Enemy Destroyer General: Mordred (Saber) Rider

Sniper team: Archer + Assassin

Commander-in-Chief of the Chinese Army: Iskandar Rider

Logistics: Medea Caster

A book is long, no book is short.

That night, the temporary camp was not attacked again.

Darius III seems to have realized that the decisive battle is coming, and is gathering his undead army and monster group, ready to face the challenge of his old enemy.

Under the clear starry sky, some people fell asleep deeply, while others had difficulty falling asleep.

On the eve of this war that determines the superiority between humans and the undead, countless conspiracies and calculations are hidden in the darkness.

They are waiting for a new day to come.

The next day, the scorching sun shone brightly, and the venomous sunshine from the desert in the Middle East swept in, showing an incomparable sense of presence in this land without any shelter.

"Good morning! My fellow soldiers!"

Iskandar stood at the forefront of the temporary camp, facing all the available soldiers of the human army.

There were not many people, only about five thousand people.

But what they have to face is an army composed of tens of millions of undead and monsters.

"Today is a beautiful day and the sun is shining brightly. It is a perfect day for a decisive battle."

"With this bright dawn shining on you, it seems that God will not allow the undead to spread in this land. All human hopes are pinned on you."

"Gentlemen! Are you willing to follow me, the conquering king Iskandar, to regain victory!?"

The voice of the conquering king resounded in all directions, allowing the solemn-looking soldiers to hear clearly.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

At first, it was only the soldiers from the Middle East countries brought by Iskandar who shouted, but soon the troops sent by other countries were also infected and started shouting.

As soldiers fighting on the front line, they are under great pressure, and given the charm of the King of Conquerors, it is the best choice to place their hopes on the greatest strategist and king in history.

"Hahaha! Very good, they are all great guys!"

"I promise you that this battle will be won! Your glory will be with me!"

"Then! Come with me to the battle!"

Reining his horse and turning around, Iskandar grinned and led the soldiers behind him towards the battlefield.

In front of them, on the other side of an endless desert, dark clouds were covering it. Even the scorching sun could not penetrate the evil energy emitted by these undead creatures.

Five thousand versus 5000 million, this is a crazy comparison in combat power, but the Conqueror King is confident that he can reverse the situation.

"Hey, King of Conquerors."

Riding the surfboard, Mordred kept up with Iskandar's horse.

She looked up at the man wearing a large cloak, with bulging muscles and lush red hair on his head.

"Didn't you bring Master with you? I saw that you two were inseparable all day yesterday?"

Mordred asked curiously. She felt that Iskandar today seemed different from yesterday, but she couldn't explain why.

"My master is just a half-baked magician. Taking him to the battlefield is the same as sending him to death."

Iskandar shook his head, with some strange emotion in his tone.

"What about your divine wheel? Why don't you fly in the sky on that thundering ox cart, but instead ride on a war horse?"

Mordred touched her cheek and said that she was also a master, but she was also a heroic spirit. She was both a master and a servant.

"Bucephalus is my favorite horse. Whenever a major battle occurs, I will ride it to the battlefield."

"What's more, in this war where the strength of the enemy and ourselves is vastly different, as a monarch, I naturally have to be with the soldiers."

“It’s great to drive a chariot pulled by a sacred bull and ride through the sky, but to lead an army to charge is even more romantic for a man.”

Iskandar stroked the mane of the BMW under his crotch, with a rare gentle smile on his face.

"The soldiers are all brave men who believe in me. How can I not stand with them?"

He looked at the undead army in the distance, and then at the troops advancing steadily behind him.

"Stand...together."

Mordred recited something and looked at Iskandar, who had left the military formation and was leading the soldiers forward. He didn't know whether he should retort.

But saying something like this seemed to be a bit of a slut, so I simply changed the subject and asked.

"By the way, I had a question before."

"How are you sure that there is only one King of Skeletons, a giant from the Age of Gods, left in the army of Darius III? If Lu Bu liberates his precious phantom and kills a King of Skeletons, another big skeleton appears and takes my treasure. If the tool is cracked, this battlefield will become a pure meat grinder, right?"

The undead cavalry of Darius III can be resurrected through the effect of his Noble Phantasm, but the Giant Skeleton King of the Age of Gods is not an entity transformed by his Noble Phantasm.

It has an entity and will drop monster materials, so it is certain that Spartacus's sacrifice was worth it.

"The reason is simple. I have also been to Babylonia."

Glancing at Mordred with a smile, Iskandar explained.

"When I arrived at the Gate of Babylon, I saw two giants holding magic spears as guards."

"The reason why Darius III was able to summon them was because he had received the approval of the two guardians and entered the Gate of Babylon."

After listening to Iskandar's explanation, Mordred breathed a sigh of relief.

She had faced the King of Giant Skeletons from the Age of Gods head-on. The strength of that monster was comparable to that of a first-class heroic spirit. If Darius III really had many subordinates of that level, this battle would really be unwinnable.

"Alright, vanguard general Lu Bu should be about to encounter the enemy."

"General Lu will open a hole in the enemy's line like a sharp knife, and your duty, Sir Mordred, is to tear this hole open."

"And I will lead a large army into the enemy's formation and rush in front of Darius III in one go."

Iskandar smiled and drew his dagger from his waist.

"This time, Yu Lai will personally take off his head."

Historically, Darius III did not die on the battlefield, but was murdered by the local governor of the Persian Empire.

Although after swallowing up the Persian Empire, Iskandar married the daughter of Darius III and killed the local governor who murdered Darius III, this regret still remained deeply in the heart of the conquering king. .

"Darius III...don't run away this time. My king's wish is to fight you to the death on the battlefield."

After muttering something that only he could hear, Iskandar raised the dagger in his hand high.

"Conquering King Iskandar! Use this sword to claim hegemony!"

"Glory lies ahead!"

"Let's go!"

Behind him, amid the billowing smoke and dust, the king's army slowly spread out.

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