King's Dimensional Journey

"Saber, please! Face me to conquer King Iskandar's mightiest treasure! This is the embodiment of my dominance, if you can overcome obstacles! What use is it for you to take the Holy Grail?"

He barks merrily from his horse, clamoring for his proudest possession.

Huge magic rolled up the hurricane and swallowed it.

The hot sandstorm answered the king's call, and the mist from the river swept across the bridge.

The elves have the same dream as the king, and their minds are gathering under the sword of Kell.

The endless sky, the hazy horizon in the sweltering heat.Looking around, anyone can capture its soul.

The hearts of the warriors who long for the battlefield seem to travel through time and space, eroding reality, and turning the silent forest into a great plain ravaged by strong winds.

Then, a hero on a horse came to the battlefield.

Golden Riders - Once masters and servants conquered the king's yoke, even seclusion and isolation from the world.

Their battlefields are sublimated into eternity, and there is no need to choose a place for performance.As long as the triumphant king raises the banner of supremacy once more, his subjects will follow him to the ends of the earth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, here."

Wang Mu rubbed his butt and stood on the tree. After he was pulled into the boundary, he sat on the yellow sand.

"Is this the right line?" This is the first time I've seen it. ' He looked around curiously.

"The 'king's army' in the knight world is a mental picture formed by him and his subordinates. His ability is to 'summon the souls he once followed'." Compared with Wang Mu's inattentiveness, Saber looked into the distance The rising figure explained it solemnly.

Wang Mu grabbed a handful of sand, the temperature and touch were so real, people couldn't believe that he was the scenery he liked in other people's hearts.A spell within a spell, indeed, that erodes reality through phantoms in a way that is simply not something humans can do.

"What are my real boundaries...Wang Mu doesn't doubt that he can do it.

With his current practice, coupled with the opportunity to inherit the artifact and the world, if he can't even draw a small inherent boundary, then he will become some kind of god and go home to raise pigs.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the saber interrupted him.

"Wang Mu, the opponent is going to attack. You'd better find a place to hide." The saber put down the point of the sword, did not move forward, and took a step back towards the waiting army.

She seems to be planning to meet Ryder's army.

"Huh? You don't use jewelry?"

Wang Mu was taken aback, and asked subconsciously. "Magic has no problem on my side. No need to scrimmage, is there?"

"It has to. You can't live without it."

The saber explained briefly, then took a step, and rushed to the enemy's front line with the power of the wind king.

Seeing the performance of the saber, the rider smiled ferociously.

"The enemy is a wise knight-king, just right as a ravaging opponent!" Guys, let her see our strength!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!""

Iskandar roared, and the soldiers present shouted loudly.

Led by the victorious king, the elf army rushed forward in wedge formation.

The lead rider roared, and the riders responded.Even Webb reluctantly joins the roaring chorus.

“!!!!!!”

Only Sabu didn't say a word, just ran silently and resolutely.Compared with the army, its thin body shone like a sword, which made Wang Mu unable to open his eyes.

"This is……"

One against one! Maybe because of the gift that the Queen Mother promised not to shoot Webb, Wang Yingling's troops did not attack the Queen Mother. It was the Queen Mother who was preparing to call the "God Borrow" to resist her own magic. Looking at the battlefield .

One person cannot call a group of people, which is the best portrayal of the strength of the king's army.

But that's a lot of water.

According to Wang Mu, although all legion members are now real heroes, because of the limited ability to conquer the king, all hero legions have no treasures, and all members have no level and related skills, let alone master reinforcements, and can only rely on their own magic power .

What does it mean?

This means that once famous, maybe more than the soul of Ikan Darfur itself, in the best case, now only '' worth $39 or ability, except for her own martial arts, basically incomparable to all other girls , can only rely on numerical superiority to win the promised amount and win the war.

war of attrition.

"With the Sword of Avalon, any damage can be continuously repaired. And the magic of the artifact inheritance on my side is a bottomless pit. Who consumes whom..."

Wang sneered, sitting on the sand dune, admiring the magnificent scenery that can only be seen in ancient times.

The collision of spears and swords, the collision of steel, the roar of soldiers, the power of all these seemed to shake the clouds in the sky.

Wang Mu's prediction was good. Wang Mu's biggest weakness soon became a problem under Jianfeng's strict defense.

Generally speaking, if the enemy is too big, we only have one person.Enemies will have issues with attack intervals.After all, sabers are so much land, it's impossible to get 10000 men, so the king's army can't attack more than 15 men, even with a good shot, but with sword skills and stat bonuses, probably can do 360 degrees without head defense.

…No, it doesn't matter if you get hurt, as long as it doesn't get in the way.

Wang Mu accidentally looked at the saber, and was hit on the face by a soldier's spear. The wound was deep, but under the influence of Avalon, he didn't fully recover for even a second, and he couldn't even find himself injured. Continue to attack the Legion.

Sounds absurd, right?

Sorry, but this is a true hero who has overcome unimaginable obstacles, made a true hero, and made a unparalleled gesture in the world.

it is beautiful.

Wang Mu now agrees with "Battlefield Flower" very much, watching the fighting blonde and her calm face is simply a supreme enjoyment.

…Oh no.It's like waking up.

Just when Wang Mu was fascinated by the saber's incomparable figure, the victorious king blocked the saber with his army and took his master to the periphery of the distant battlefield.

"knight?

Weber looked at the red-haired man, who put his horse down, and seemed to understand something.

"This time the enemy is very powerful."

Iskandar said calmly, looking at the saber, he was not tired. "The King of Knights seems to have the treasure or skills of the character 'Undead', and her master's magic is also a bottomless pit, so I will definitely fail."

"What are you talking about? There's no reason for failure to conquer a king!" Weber said anxiously.

"Ah, so now I'm going to change my tactics and the quality of my offense."

The Conqueror answered Weber's question casually, keeping his eyes on his palm.

It was a dark blue scar, dancing on Iskandar's palm like a "" in lightning.

Weber seemed to sense something supreme in it, and he lowered his voice.

"what is this?"

It's a boring thing, and I don't plan to use treasure anymore.Iskandar sighed and said helplessly.

"In the later legends, it seems that many people think that I am the son of Zeus, and this treasure was created according to this legend."

The conquerors hated the story.His father was King Philip II of Macedon.Later, in order to add "gift from heaven" and "mystery" to his legend, he fabricated a lie that he was actually the son of Zeus.

To borrow a saying from Lu Xun, there is no road in the world, if you go too far, you will become a road. "The divinity of Iskandar also comes from this legend.

His previous treasure "The Thunder of Zeus" was to make the king realize that he was the son of Zeus, so as to gain the power of his virtual father Thor.

"Will he win? Webb isn't interested in the legends, he's only concerned with the king's safety in front of him.

"I don't know..." The victorious king looked at the saber on the battlefield and stroked his beard.

Then, as if he remembered something, he turned his head and asked the teacher seriously.

"Well, I haven't asked you yet..."

"Um?"

"Would you like to be my servant, Weber?"

Weber was shaking with excitement.Then, the tears came again like a flood.

Although I knew in my heart that it would never be possible, I was still secretly looking forward to this question.There is no need to think about the answer.It is buried in one's heart like a treasure.

"you--"

The boy whose name was called for the first time, ignored the tears on his cheeks, puffed up his chest, and answered without hesitation.

"You are my king. I swear to serve you till death. Please guide me so that I can see the same dream.

Hearing the other party's swearing, the domineering Wang Wei laughed.This smile is a great reward to his subjects.

"Okay, that's enough."

He dropped the reins with a bang, and Busilla got the signal to keep running.

"My subject, Webb Vetter, it is not your task to join this war, so - live, and pass on the ways of being king, in Skander's galloping form."

Hearing the king's words, the boy knelt down and buried his head on the ground.

Iskandar was not in the mood to look at them, he raised his right arm in the air, and there was a thunderbolt in his palm, connecting heaven and earth.

Shout your name out loud and unleash the treasures of divine power

"!!!"

Under the strengthening of Zeus's thunder and lightning, Iskandar's muscle and agility were temporarily increased to level 4.3, which could hardly match the sword.

He is clothed in thunder and lightning, holding up the sword of Cyprus like the god of thunder.

Soldiers along the way made way for him, giving him space to face the enemy.

The horse jumped up, and Iskandar aimed the lightning sword at the saber in the same gesture.

The saber has come a long way, too, as the rider, with his sword swinging at his lance, but still bleeding from his arms, is ready to fight the Overlord.

This is also an inevitable battle of fate.Ding!

In his hand was the sword of the Cypriot and the sacrificial sword, for they were now evenly matched, and with the help of the rider and the damage of the saber, the blonde was momentarily subdued.

There was lightning and thunder in the sword, and the blood on the sword made his body numb, realizing that he could not be closely connected with the outside world, Jian bent down, and with his small body, he kicked away Triumph with his little foot in a combat boot the king.

Chapter 60

"Call... I want to know when you will be able to fight in person. I didn't expect to conquer the king so soon."

Words of provocation came from the mouth of the saber, and the rider laughed.

If you think Artoria is a noble knight-king, don't be so serious.She also held a grudge on the battlefield, but she didn't forget the fact that the knight laughed at her for betraying just now.

"Stop taking countermeasures, this royal army will be killed by you alone."

Iskandar held the sword, his hair stood on end, fluttering electric snakes, and his muscles were more terrifying than ever, like a rock, like a deformed Isaiah.

"If you have not used your treasure so far, I am afraid you are trying to prove that my kingdom is fragile. How can you get it!"

As a rider, Iskandar's speed at this moment is even comparable to that of Dilu Mudo.

"Ah."

Saber snorted.Her wounds have fully healed, and she plans to face 06's attack.

But the soldiers of the king's army did not notice.

In an instant, under the influence of his perception, Saber held his sword against Iskandar with his right hand, and his left hand, wrapped in his armor, grasped a spear from an unfathomable angle.

"Oh, oh, what a nasty girl, so can you?"

A cynical voice came from behind, presumably the owner of the gun.

Sabel glanced and saw the man behind him, with blond hair, wearing a fashionable vest, and the face of a punk - it was undoubtedly the Macedonian general Ptolemy.

"Although Ptolemy is on the battlefield, it is inappropriate to treat the knight king like this."

Iskandar smiled like a lion, and although he said something critical, he did not lower his sword.With his blessing he freed the treasure and suppressed the saber.

"I'm sorry, king, because this is a battlefield..."

Ptolemy held the spear in both hands and bent slightly.

"...that's why it's possible!"

With his superb technique, he is an impossible opponent.Using his mechanics to balance the lithe body, he suddenly lifted her into the air.

"Now!! Paulus!

"Oh!"

"clear."

Two very different voices came through, completely attuned to what was happening below him.