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

Looking in the other direction, endless undead have already taken action. They are natural disasters awakened by Darius III's Noble Phantasm. At this moment, Darius III rushes out a long distance, and these undead can't help but follow the footsteps of the monarch. .

"Tsk! You actually said that!"

Mordred clicked his tongue and looked back at the undead army behind him.

No matter how much she used her anti-army weapon to wreak havoc, the number of these undead souls didn't seem to decrease at all, and they were still a blur extending from one side of the field of view to the other.

And at the same time that Iskandar's army was defeated, Medea Caster, who was left behind in the frontline camp, seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up from the magic array diagram drawn in her hand.

High above the battlefield, a crow's eyes were shining with purple magic light.

"King of Conqueror, are you going to lose..."

Medea's expression changed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

163. Medea’s betrayal

On the desert plain, the black undead cavalry chased the Macedonian infantry and fought.

The retreating infantry formation had no ability to resist the cavalry, and Iskandar could only retreat to the human frontline camp in embarrassment.

Darius III, on the other hand, pursued relentlessly, commanding tens of thousands of immortal cavalry to rush and shuttle in an orderly manner, cutting a piece of flesh and blood from the ancient Macedonian soldiers every time.

"Iskandar... actually failed?"

"He was actually being chased by his former defeated general. Is this heroic spirit really Alexander the Great?"

"In history, the King of Conquerors has indeed been frustrated by Darius III several times, but he has been able to fight back every time, and I believe this time will be no exception!"

"Please, can you stop dreaming? Darius III has a troop of [-] heavy cavalry. These are all elite cavalry. In any dynasty, they are enough to subvert the imperial power."

"Indeed, there is a saying. If you could have such a force of tens of thousands of heavy-duty elite cavalry without supplies in ancient times, someone would wrap a yellow robe around you even if you didn't want to be an emperor."

Under the command of Darius III, the power of the black undead cavalry was brought to its limit.

Each of these powerful soldiers has strength comparable to that of heroic spirits. The only shortcomings are their mediocre basic attributes and the lack of heroic evidence such as Noble Phantasms.

If faced with light cannons that destroy the world and destroy the earth, the numerical advantage of swarms of soldiers is meaningless, it will just cost people their lives.

But in this kind of large-scale legion combat, the quality of the soldiers and the advantages of the arms are insurmountable gaps.

"The entire army retreats in an orderly manner! Head towards the hills where the frontline camp is located!"

Iskandar was at the rear of the Macedonian army formation. His expression did not change due to the unfavorable outcome of the battle. He calmly directed the soldiers to intercept the enemy's pursuit and pointed out the direction and path for evacuation.

"Is... Kandar!"

"Stop...running away!"

Darius III opened his mouth and roared, and the demon elephant under his crotch also looked up to the sky and roared.

He wanted to have an endless war with the Conquering King, but he never expected that the Iskandar he saw after his resurrection looked different from what he imagined.

The opponent who had defeated him many times had become much weaker, and the soldiers under his command had lost their high fighting spirit. Even the strategy of commanding the army seemed quite clumsy.

"Heh... I'll give you the same sentence."

Iskandar grabbed the BMW on his crotch and ran away at a higher speed.

In front of the Macedonian military formation, a high hill has appeared not far away.

That is the base camp of the human side, the frontline camp jointly established by Dayan and Daying.

The terrain of this camp is extremely special. It was originally a rocky hill standing in the desert. After Mordred used his Noble Phantasm to remove the yellow sand around the hill, a height difference appeared here. It is not significant, but it does exist. huge trench.

"The camp is right in front! We enter it to defend! Darius III's cavalry has nothing to do with us!"

Holding the dagger in his hand high, Iskandar made an inspiring sound.

Upon hearing this, the Macedonian soldiers mustered up their remaining strength and responded to the monarch's words with excited roars, and their running speed increased again.

"Roar!!!"

Darius III was furious when he saw this situation. He roared and commanded his undead cavalry to speed up. Now was not the time to expand the results of the battle. The most important thing was to prevent the infantry from entering the camp first.

As Iskandar said, there is no way for the cavalry to take over the city unless they can fly over the outer defenses.

Seeing that the Macedonian infantry are about to enter the frontline camp built by the human side, relying on the fortresses and trenches built in advance for defense, the black undead cavalry will lose their use.

But at this moment, a shocking change occurred.

Purple magic arrays rose in the center of the frontline camp, followed by the shooting of magic beams.

"Medea! It's Medea who stayed in the camp!"

"So that's it. Caster needs time to build a magic workshop to exert his strength, and there is no such gap on the battlefield for Medea, so Iskandar chose to lure the enemy here to fight!"

"What you said seems to make sense, but something seems a little wrong..."

In the BB live broadcast room, the audience suddenly became excited after seeing the changes in the frontline camp.

There is no doubt about the strength of Medea, the witch. The heaven-destroying divine magic she showed last time in Great Yan is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. If she takes action, there is hope for the Macedonian Legion under Iskandar to make a comeback.

But just when everyone was hoping that Medea's addition could turn the tide of the battle around, a scene that stunned them appeared.

I saw the magic arrays rising from the frontline camps releasing beams of light, but the targets were not Darius III's black undead cavalry troops.

instead--

"Damn it! You missed it! The beam is covering the Conqueror King's army!"

"Damn it, Iskandar was shot by his own crystal!"

"It doesn't look like an accident. I think Medea shot specifically at the places where the Macedonian soldiers were most densely packed..."

In a shocking turn of events, the appearance of Medea not only failed to bring about a turn of events for the Conqueror, but instead added insult to injury.

The Macedonian soldiers were attacked from both front and rear, and their retreat was completely blocked. The atmosphere of the entire legion became corrupted, and everyone fled in all directions at a loss.

But on this battlefield, where can they escape to?

"I'm sorry, His Majesty Iskandar..."

When the conquering king's army was completely dispersed and showed signs of defeat, Medea's figure finally flew out of the frontline camp.

"I joined your camp because I longed for the Holy Grail, and Darius III's wish was to defeat you. Now that he has fulfilled his wish, he no longer needs the Holy Grail, so you should be able to understand my choice, right?"

The witch's voice captivated Tiancheng, resounding on the battlefield as if it was the declaration of a god.

However, the words Medea said and the things she did were so evil that they completely consumed people's weak impression of her.

"Damn! I originally thought that this witch joined the human camp to fulfill her duties as a heroic spirit!"

"I've said it before... This Medea cannot be trusted at all. Her actions have always been for the Holy Grail. When she first appeared, she was planning the Black Gate where the Holy Grail existed in Great Yan, and after that failure I fell into dormancy for a long time, and I really want the Holy Grail again this time."

"If her goal is only the Holy Grail, then Medea's choice is actually understandable. If she follows the King of Conquerors, she may not be able to get the Holy Grail even if she wins, but if she chooses to help Darius III, she can steadily get the Holy Grail as long as she captures it. Yeah, it’s obviously a no-brainer choice.”

"The King of Conqueror's wish is to conquer the world, and Darius III's wish is to defeat Iskandar... The situation is too small, hey..."

"Although what you say makes sense, Medea's betrayal will make the already bad situation on the human side worse. Can't our coalition government find a way?"

"Should I say she is a traitorous witch? I am not surprised at all that Medea behaved like this."

Seeing Medea backstab the Conqueror, the audience in the BB live broadcast room was filled with emotions.

In fact, some people felt something was wrong when Medea first appeared next to Iskandar, but the idea of ​​a group of heroes gathering to fight against Darius III was the mainstream idea at the time, so the strange voices of these people were suppressed. That’s all.

At this time, the backstabbing incident broke out, and people's discussions were as noisy as boiling.

Some people scolded Medea for her treachery, some regretted that the conquering king did not understand people well, some laughed at the fact that the heroic spirits' efforts had been in vain, and some were worried about where the fate of mankind would go after the victory of Darius III.

But reality will not change due to anyone's subjective will. The situation on the battlefield has completely shifted towards the undead camp.

"It's up to me to put an end to this war."

"After following His Majesty Iskandar for many days, Medea did more than just do superficial things."

"This is a necessity for your cursed doll."

Her words are soft, but she shows the essence of a poisonous woman.

Medea raised the corners of her mouth slightly and took out a small stuffed doll from her arms.

Judging from the thick red hair and strong figure, he looks very different from the conquering king Iskandar.

A strange-shaped dagger, winding like a snake and as sharp as lightning, appeared in her hand.

As long as this figure of the Conqueror is pierced, everyone knows what will happen next.

164. Put an end to this war

Just above the human base camp, Medea jumped back and caught everyone off guard.

When she took out the doll made of Iskandar's hair and clothes, the outcome of the war was determined.

With such a private personal item in the hands of a witch from the age of gods, the Conqueror's life was tantamount to being held in Medea's hands.

Without much hesitation, Medea did not even wait for Iskandar to make any remarks. She stabbed the dagger in her hand into the chest of the doll without mercy.

"Although I don't really want to use this, but against the famous King of Conquerors... there's nothing we can do about it."

"This is the sword of betrayal and denial that can invalidate all magic in the world. No matter how many noble phantoms you hold as a Rider, it will be useless in front of it."

"Death! Iskandar!"

"Every talisman must break the precept"!

In order to ensure that Iskandar would be executed, Medea decisively used the Noble Phantasm.

There is no magic that can work in front of this sword. Even if Iskandar as a Rider can keep a variety of Noble Phantasms, those things have no chance of saving Iskandar's life.

"The cursed sword that invalidates all magic in the world... is indeed the treacherous witch, Medea, the divine magician..."

Sitting on Lafabres, Iskandar looked down at his chest with a calm expression.

There, a strange short sword had penetrated deeply into it.

There is no doubt that this is a surefire move.

Medea had already grasped the fate of the Conquering King, and was only waiting for an opportunity to securely win the Holy Grail.

"Humph, now that you understand, let's leave immediately."

"His Majesty Darius promised me that he will withdraw as soon as I defeat you."