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

"But... can you tell me clearly who the so-called old enemy is? With a target, we can better prepare."

The Holy Grail that can grant all wishes, Webbert, as a magician, of course wants it.

And what Iskandar said was that being able to mature on the battlefield was something he was vaguely looking forward to.

The reason why he is so depressed now that he hides in a stranger's house is probably because he is too young.

"I don't know if the Holy Grail has appeared, but I believe that in order to collect the souls of the dead heroes and fill the Holy Grail with holy blood, Mordred will definitely go there. Let's snatch the Holy Grail from her then!"

Iskandar could not feel the aura of the Holy Grail, but Mordred did have the Holy Grail in his body, although it was not fully mature yet because it was taken out of the leyline in advance.

"As for the old enemy we have to face...you will know when the time comes."

"That man, either he stands in front of me, or I stand in front of him."

"And this time, I will definitely bury him with my own hands."

Looking up out of the window, Iskandar's eyes flashed with burning light.

During their lifetime, they missed the decisive battle, but this time... that guy must have fought to the death.

While they were discussing in low voices, the doorbell of the small manor suddenly rang.

Along with it, there was the crisp voice of a little girl.

"Mom, are you in there?"

120.Dark Fog City

In the night that was about to enter the early hours of the morning, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by the voice of a little girl speaking, which really startled Webbert.

He quickly walked to the window and peeked his head out from under the curtains, but could only see the endless white fog outside.

"Strange...is she the daughter of this family? Coming home so late?"

Webbert said with some guilt. They still had the lights on. It was probably because they thought the owner had not rested yet, so he knocked on the door without using the key, right?

"What should I do... what should I do..."

When he thought of this, his mind suddenly became confused. If he was discovered by accident, he didn't know whether the Daying officials would take coercive measures.

"Hey, calm down."

A big hand pressed down on Webbert's shoulder, and Iskandar's powerful face came closer. This strong body finally gave this masterless master some sense of security.

"Judging from the voice, the other person should be a little girl around ten years old."

"The old couple upstairs are already 70 or [-] years old. How could they have such a young daughter?"

The King of Conquerors is indeed an old man who has experienced many battlefields, and his ability to judge situations cannot be compared to that of a young magician like Webbert.

"Yes...yes."

"And if you feel it carefully, there seems to be a subtle flow of magic power outside."

"Is this... is this... the Magicians Association's pursuers coming to hunt us down?"

After calming down, Webbert became even more panicked.

If you are accidentally discovered, you can take the opportunity to escape, but if you are surrounded in advance, it will be difficult to break through the blockade.

"No, he's not a magician, right?"

At this time, Iskandar directly opened the window and looked at the increasingly thick fog outside with a solemn expression.

"This kind of thing seems to be an inherent barrier, or even a Noble Phantasm released by heroic spirits."

"I'm afraid we are being targeted. There are strong evil spirits wandering outside."

As he spoke, a dagger flew out of the fog, aiming directly at Webbert who was hiding under Iskandar.

"what!"

Webbert was still shocked by Iskandar's discovery. He was completely unprepared for the surprise attack and was about to be hit.

But fortunately, Iskandar's fighting consciousness is not a vegetarian. At this critical moment, a short sword appeared in his hand, and he deflected the flying dagger with a dexterity that a two-meter-tall strong man should not have. .

"Hey! Attacking the Master without even saying hello is not what a hero would do!"

It could be seen that Iskandar was really angry about this attack.

There was a faint red lightning coming out of his body, and he shouted angrily, and then he turned over and jumped out of the window.

"Mom... Mom... Mom..."

In the surrounding thick fog, the little girl's voice kept ringing. This was really a weird and scary sight.

He was as timid as Webbert, and his legs simply kept shaking and he couldn't even stand up.

"It's... it's really a resentful spirit!"

This kind of scene, which is no different from the scene in a horror movie, is simply not something that a young man like him can bear.

"Even a heroic spirit is also a resentful spirit."

"There are not only heroes but also anti-heroes like this."

"Tell me your true name, Assassin, my sword will not kill nameless ghosts!"

As Iskandar explained, he raised his dagger to guard against any attack that might come at any time.

His chariot was temporarily unable to be used because it was directly hit by Mordred's Noble Phantasm.

Moreover, in such a narrow terrain, the sacred bull cannot be used at all, and the opponent does not seem to follow him to the sky to fight.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee……"

"Hey, little Jack is the nameless ghost...the nameless ghost..."

"That's it...that's it..."

There was a chaotic noise in the fog, making it unclear how many terrifying things were hidden in it.

"Me! I'm going to appease the owner of this family first!"

Webbert suddenly remembered that this seemed a bit similar to the magician killer that had been circulating in the foggy city recently.

Rumor has it that there is a monster wandering in the darkness of the foggy city that feeds on the heart of a magician. It can blend into the fog, come and go without a trace, and any magic has no effect on it.

One of the reasons why he stole the materials for summoning heroic spirits from his mentor and desperately tried to obtain the power of heroic spirits was that he had a premonition that he would be targeted by the magician killer.

"Sure enough... he's really targeting me..."

While he was thinking this, he rushed up to the second floor, cast deep sleep magic on the two old men who were still sleeping, and then began to set up defensive barriers.

"Damn...Damn...Damn..."

Webbert thought with some collapse. He had already run to the outskirts of the foggy city, but he was still caught up by the magician killer.

But fortunately, he at least still has Iskandar, the conquering king is still very reliable...

What Webbert didn't expect was that it was just an illusion that he was being targeted. The reason why Little Jack attacked him was because he summoned Iskandar.

If the Conquering King had not appeared by his side, he would not have become Little Jack's target.

"Hey, this is..."

When setting up the magic position, Webbert turned over a mobile phone. He didn't know whether it belonged to an old woman or an old man. Anyway, the screen of the mobile phone was on now.

There is only one line of notification shown above.

The anchor you are following [War Reporter BB Sauce] has started broadcasting.

"Could it be that...the Magician Killer is really a heroic spirit?"

Although it was a bit unbelievable, Webbert still opened the screen of his mobile phone, clicked on the BB live broadcast room and started watching.

He couldn't run out and cause trouble for Iskandar, so he could only watch the battle in this way.

As soon as the screen flashed, countless barrages appeared on the screen, and the scene in the live broadcast room could not be seen at all.

Webbert quickly turned off all the barrage functions. He was at the live broadcast and had no time to make trouble with the spectators who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"be careful!"

As soon as the complete picture appeared, several daggers flew towards Iskandar's back.

Webbert was startled and couldn't help but remind him.

"Hmph, are you doing this again?"

Iskandar remained calm in the face of this sneak attack. A thick red cloak appeared behind him and was decorated with gorgeous gold threads. It looked very luxurious.

As soon as the cloak rotated, all three daggers were wrapped in it, and there was no chance of harming the Conqueror King's body at all.

"Three times. You took action three times without naming me."

"Even someone as open-minded as I, the Conquering King Iskandar, will still be angry."

"Next, if you, Assassin, still use this little trick, I will have no choice but to let my army crush you and Xiaoxiao completely."

The majestic sword stood at the entrance of the manor, and Iskandar's figure was like a thick city wall.

With this kind of momentum, it seemed that the people behind him were not old people, young women and children, but a million-strong army fully armed.

"Where's the name... Where's the name..."

"What's it called? What's it called? What's our name?"

In the fog, there was that kind of vague noise again, like ignorant children arguing with each other.

Webbert opened the barrage, and piles of question marks flew across the screen.

It seems that even the knowledgeable water friends cannot tell who this Assassin hidden in the fog is.

"It was hell from here on out."

"us."

"It's fire."

"It's rain."

"It's force."

The little girl's clear call rang out from the fog, just like the singing of a robin who didn't understand the world.