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

Looking at Iskandar who was almost covered in bruises, Webbert forced himself to smile with a grimace on his face.

"It's all because as the master, I can't provide enough magic power. If it weren't for the blessing of the three command spells, the legion you summoned would probably be even less."

"In order to fill the loopholes in various fronts, you also need to lead the personal guards to put out fires everywhere..."

Webbert blamed himself. He had been following Iskandar and clearly saw the king's responsibility.

The King of Conquerors not only possesses strong commanding skills, but also has an extremely keen sense of strategy on the battlefield. He can always catch up to problems on other fronts as soon as possible.

And the reason why the Macedonian Legion has repeatedly shown signs of decline is because Webbert's magic power can no longer support the full deployment of the EX-level Noble Phantasm.

The supporter behind Darius III is Goyanskaya. In fact, it is surprising that Webbert can achieve this.

"What's the use of apologizing?"

Iskandar pushed his master angrily and said in a bad tone.

This made Webbert lower his head again, and then he picked up a cotton ball soaked in disinfectant alcohol and pressed it on the Conqueror's wound.

"Ahhhh! You kid! I am a heroic spirit! There is no need to apply such unnecessary things!"

Feeling the burning pain coming from the wound, Iskandar's whole body began to twitch uncontrollably.

In order to avoid further retaliation, the Conqueror did not continue to say anything to Webbert.

He sat quietly on a boulder, his eyes reflecting the vast and broken earth.

That was the battlefield shattered by King Arthur's holy spear, and it was also the place where Darius III's most proud army of the undead perished.

"The power of the gods is really great."

Even a proud man like Iskandar must feel sorry for the Lion King's Holy Judgment.

The power of God is still too majestic compared to the power of man.

"Don't you want to try to see if you can defeat the gods again? It was already difficult to defeat a newly born beast just now."

Hearing Iskandar's intentional or unintentional sigh, Webbert raised his head warily and said.

They are now in the ruins of the battlefield. If they follow King Arthur's footsteps, they might really be able to find the god holding the holy spear.

"No...even I will not provoke a strong enemy when the army is exhausted."

"At least, wait until my military strength is reintegrated."

"When the time comes, not even the gods can stop me!"

Iskandar opened his arms to the morning breeze, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by severe pain from the wound.

"Stop talking nonsense here..."

After muttering a few words like a resentful woman, Webbert finally finished treating Iskandar's wounds.

The pair of master and servant stayed where they were, and neither of them continued to speak.

Silence lasted for a long time.

"Where are you going next?"

Finally, it was Iskandar who spoke.

He retracted his gaze from the distance and placed it on the face of the immature boy next to him.

"...I want to go to Oceanus with you."

Grasping the overly thick fingers of the Conqueror, Webbert carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on the edge of the bandage.

His voice was soft and soft, like the cry of a baby bird containing endless emotions.

"Actually?"

Iskandar's eyes lit up, but his expression didn't change much.

"I want to go to Great Yan, where...there are things that can make me grow."

Weber turned away from Iskandar.

He has already contacted the person in charge of Dayan. Dayan has a complete magic foundation left by Medea. It is when technical talents are urgently needed and they will not refuse to join the partners who have fought side by side.

In order to grow into a qualified magician, at least a magician who would not hold back the conquering queen, Webbert must create a new path, a path that combines the magic of the Gods with modern magic.

"Isn't this very courageous? Why do you keep your head down all day?"

Holding Webbert's waist, Iskandar forced him to stand upright.

"I also feel that the path you want to take is different from mine. You won't be able to grow by staying with me."

"After all, magic...well, I'm not even a fool."

The conquering king grinned, his words without any hint of darkness.

In fact, as early as when Webbert used up all three command spells, he knew that the relationship between the master and the servant was coming to an end.

Both of them are people with great ambitions and will not let emotions stop them from moving forward.

"From now on...you will no longer be my servant."

After glancing at the empty back of his right hand and confirming this fact again, Webbert said softly.

Iskandar didn't answer.

"Will there be another chance for us to meet in the future?"

Webbert asked with difficulty as his body trembled a little.

On this trip, he is going to a strange country.

And Iskandar wants to continue his journey.

Without the master's supply of magic power, heroic spirits must find another source of magic power if they want to survive in the world.

It can be provided with monster materials in the short term, but it will definitely be a loss in the long run.

"Definitely, in the near future."

"When the time comes, I will ask for your advice."

Patting Webbert's shoulder, Iskandar said with some profound meaning.

"Okay, okay, it's daybreak, it's time to start a new chapter in your life."

"Go ahead, don't keep them waiting."

The sky was whitening, and under the golden sun, Webbert's thin body left the back of the Conquering King.

He was walking on the rugged plain, and in the distance was the Great Yan army that was packed up and ready to leave.

He endured it and did not look back.

On this trip, everyone went their separate ways.

186. Everything in the past is a prologue

"Chief Xia Jin, the master of Alexander the Great has returned to the team."

In a medical vehicle, a pale Xia Jin was lying on the operating table, with several military doctors on standby beside him.

The person speaking was an operator from the tactical control team.

"I see...that boy is a talent."

Thinking of the young man who talked about the theory of combining magic from the Age of Gods with modern magic, the tense expression on Xia Jin's face relaxed a little.

Dayan has always been committed to attracting outstanding talents from all over the world, and Webbert's combination of character and talent is exactly what they want.

However, this look of relief did not last long. I don't know if it was because of the serious injuries in various parts of his body, or because he thought of something sad again.

"Xia Xun...is there any news about the child?"

His voice was slightly heavy, filled with a heroic desolation.

This is all because of Xia Xun, that descendant of the Xia family.

"Sorry... Chief."

"Since Yu Ji left the history of pan-humanity, her master Xia Xun disappeared in the military camp."

"No matter how we checked all the surveillance equipment, we couldn't find out when Xia Xun disappeared."

The operator of the tactical control team said helplessly that in this case, extraordinary power must have intervened.

As for the only person that Dayan could use at the moment was Lu Bu, it was a bit fanciful to expect the Berserker to help find someone.

"Well, you go down."

"The operation continues."

After saying yes and ordering the operators to leave, Xia Jin closed his eyes and let the doctors continue the operation.

His injuries were actually quite serious. For ordinary people, even ten deaths would not be enough.

But because of his special constitution, he can still be saved as long as he is not dead.

When the doctors heard this, they gathered around, picked up the knives and sutures at hand, and started the operation again while marveling.

"This muscle activity, this tendon toughness, and this bone are too hard, right?"

"Yes, and the cells are not afraid of bacteria and viruses at all. What kind of perfect human being is this?"

"By the way, Chief, do you really not need anesthetic?"

Xia Jin didn't pay attention to the doctors' discussion.

This body was a gift to him from the First Emperor, and it contained powerful technology that could only be found in another world.

This is what he relies on to walk in the world, and it is also one of the wealth of the Great Yan Empire.

Research on his body has actually been ongoing, but it is difficult to achieve results at Dayan's current level.

"Xia Xun...where have you been?"

Putting his own situation behind him, Xia Jin thought with a heavy heart.

The worst possibility is that Xia Xun was wiped out by the will of the First Emperor who came over because of his status as the Master of Yu Ji.

But this idea was dismissed immediately. He felt that the First Emperor should not care so much about a junior like Xia Xun.