Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

- But there is a lot of water in it.

According to Rope's understanding, although all the members of the legion present are genuine heroic spirits, due to their limited ability to conquer the king, all the heroic spirits in the legion have no Noble Phantasm, and at the same time all members have no rank and related skills, let alone no The reinforcement of the Master can only rely on his own magic power.

what does this mean?

This means that these heroic spirits, who used to be famous, perhaps even stronger than Iskandar themselves, now only have the ability value of 'D' or 'E' at best. Except for their own martial arts, the others are basically the same as girls who are all A's. There is no comparison at all, and we can only rely on the advantage of the number of people to win the war with quantity over quality.

That is, a war of attrition.

"With Saber of Avalon, any damage can be continuously repaired. And the magic power of my system is also a bottomless pit, who consumes who..."

With a sneer, Rope simply sat on the sand dunes, admiring the magnificent scene that could only be seen in ancient times.

The spears and swords and halberds intertwined, the sound of steel colliding, and the battle cry of the soldiers, all mixed together, seemed to shake the clouds in the sky.

Rope expected it well, and the biggest drawback of the king's army soon became problematic under Saber's tight defense.

Generally speaking, if the enemy number is too large, there is only one of us.The enemy will present the problem of attacking interval.After all, Saber is only surrounded by such a large area, and it is impossible for 360 people to rush up. Therefore, the number of people in the real attack of the king's army will not exceed [-] people each time. It is probably no problem to make a [-]-degree defense without dead ends.

...No, even if you get hurt, it doesn't matter as long as it's not the key to hindering your movement.

Rope watched Saber accidentally get a deep wound on his face by a soldier's spear, but under the effect of Avalon, he fully recovered in less than a second, even the injured himself. Didn't find it, and continued to attack the legion.

Sounds fantastic, doesn't it?

I'm sorry, this is the real heroic spirit, overcoming unimaginable obstacles, becoming a real hero, and unparalleled after the reinforcement of the world.

This is so beautiful.

Rope now completely agrees with the 'flower of the battlefield', watching the blond girl fight and her calm face, this is simply a supreme enjoyment.

...Oops, seems to have awakened something amazing.

Just when Rope was obsessed with Saber's unparalleled figure, the King of Conqueror used the army to drag Saber after he failed, and took his Master to the outer periphery of the battlefield.

"Rider?"

Webber looked at the big red-haired man who put him down, and seemed to understand something.

"The enemy this time is tricky."

Iskandar glanced at Saber, who was not tired, and said calmly. "The King of Knights seems to have a Noble Phantasm or skill of 'immortality', and her Master's magic power is bottomless, so it must be me who will fail in this way."

"What are you talking about! The King of Conquerors has no reason to fail!" Weber said anxiously.

"Ah, so I'm going to change my strategy now, implement an elite attack, and win by quality."

Answering Weber's words casually, the King of Conqueror kept his eyes on the palm of his hand.

It was a azure blue scar in the shape of a lightning 'Z', throbbing in Iskandar's palm.

Webb seemed to sense something supreme from it and lowered his voice.

"what is that?"

"A boring thing, and a Noble Phantasm that was originally planned to no longer be used." Iskandar sighed and said helplessly.

"In the legends of later generations, it seems that many people regard me as the son of Zeus, and this Noble Phantasm was created in response to this legend."

The King of Conquerors hated this rumor. His father was King Philip II of Macedon. Although he didn't like him very much, it was an indisputable fact.In order to add 'godsend' and 'mystery' to his legend, later generations wrote a lie that he was actually the son of Zeus.

Borrowing from Lu Xun's words, "There is no way in this world, the more people walk, it becomes a way." Iskander's divinity is also derived from this legend.

And his former Noble Phantasm - God's Blessing (ZeusThunder), is to improve the King of Conqueror's awareness of the identity of 'Son of Zeus', so as to obtain the power of his virtual father 'Thor' Zeus.

"Will it win?" Weber had no interest in these legends, he only cared about the safety of the king in front of him.

"I do not know……"

The King of Conqueror looked at Saber, who was fighting more and more bravely in the battlefield, and touched his beard in his heart.

At this time, he seemed to remember something, turned his head, and asked solemnly to his pale Master.

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet..."

"Ugh?"

"Weber Velvet, are you willing to serve me as a servant?"

Webber was shaking with excitement.Afterwards, the tears poured out again like a flood that burst the embankment.

Although he knew that it was absolutely impossible to achieve, he still secretly looked forward to this problem.There is no need to think about the answer at all.It is like a treasure hidden deep in my heart.

"You are—"

The boy who was called by his name for the first time ignored the tears on his cheeks, and answered without wavering with his chest out.

"—You are my king. I swear to use it for you and end for you. Please guide me forward and let me see the same dream."

Hearing the other party swear like this, the domineering Wang Wei smiled.This smile is the supreme compliment and reward to the servants.

"Well, very good, satisfied."

He held the reins and threw it down fiercely, and Busiphalas got the signal, raised his limbs and continued to run.

"My servant Weber Velvet, your mission is not to participate in this war, so - live, pass on the way of life as a king, and pass on the galloping heroic appearance of Iskandar."

Hearing the king's words, the young man knelt down on the ground and put his head deep in the ground, not knowing whether he was approving it or grieved for not being able to win the battle.