I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

El-Melloi II came to Hartres with his head held high and his chest held high. This was the second meeting between the two since the farewell on the magic eye collection train.

Compared with the stranger at the first time, now El-Melloi II is very familiar with the man in front of him, and he knows his life experience by heart.

To be honest, if the huge difference in magic talent is excluded, they can be said to be very similar people, just like a real person and a shadow.

But it is also the difference caused by talents that led them to different endings, and each gained trust and betrayal.

"Ideals are so far away that they are meaningless if you don't realize them with your own hands."

El-Melloi II didn't thank Hartres, and everything the other party did was not for him.

"This is the meaning of my life, and I don't need you to intervene, Hateres."

"You're right. Ideals are like sweet fruits. You can only feel satisfied if you pick them up and eat them."

Hatteras agreed with El-Melloi II's point of view, otherwise he would not have spent ten years just for this moment.

"However, you are still a little late... Although you released the treasure decisively, the deification has been completed."

As the voice fell, the cyan beam of light broke through the torrent of magic power of the holy spear, rose against the wind, and exuded the coercion of the ancient times.

The world was eroded, and the environment of the cave was gradually transformed into an endless hot desert. The rough sand blown up by the hot wind hurt people's faces.

Crowds of soldiers from different nationalities began to emerge. They were wearing armors and costumes from different cultures, standing with swords, or riding horses and raising guns...

The number is so large that it is frightening, and the huge team spreads all the way to the distant horizon, and there are countless existences exuding a powerful aura like servants.

"The army of the king..."

El-Melloi II muttered, his eyes dazed.

No matter how many times I watch it, it is still so shocking and frightening.

In Weber's mind, perhaps only the undead natural disaster summoned by the Lich King can compare with it.

Once, Weber was excited by the appearance of the army of the king, but now he seems to be standing on the opposite side of this army.

And in the center of the army, a stalwart figure riding on a steed is emitting sparkling light, like a descended god.

But his height and physique don't seem to be exactly the same as that of the King of Conquerors. It makes people feel like Faker and that Iskandar.

"Ah, this is the coming of the gods!!"

Hartrace's voice was full of joy that his plan had actually come true.

"Now, even if you kill me, the master, it's useless. The gods have already begun to collect beliefs on their own."

This is another arrangement of Hateres. After all, his plan was launched through the Holy Grail War, so he naturally had to find a way to avoid disadvantages.

The god Iskandar pulled out the long sword at his waist, his majestic face was as cold as iron, his eyes were indifferent and ruthless, completely occupied by divinity.

From the rear, Canozaki Orange and Cu Chulainn rushed over, and after seeing the scene in front of them, they immediately realized that the blocking operation had failed.

"Is there an inherent enchantment?"

Aozaki Orange rushed to El-Melloi II's side, picked up the back collar of his suit and dragged it out.

"Hey, the two little girls over there! Now is not the time to be in a daze, if you don't run quickly, it will be too late!"

Gray and Luvia woke up from a dream, rushed over to help carry a certain sports loser monarch, and fled out of the unformed inherent barrier.

"Order him with a command spell, and Cu Chulainn will stay behind and do his best to cut off the heir."

"Order it with a command spell, Cu Chulainn must not stop until death returns."

Chapter 766 The Sorcerer King: Rest in Peace, Cu Chulainn 5K

Aozaki Chengzi used up the remaining Command Seals without hesitation, and left her servant behind to delay time.

However, Cu Chulainn did not feel the slightest anger at being abandoned and betrayed, because he took the initiative to stay before that.

This does not require the master's order, because apart from his mad king, there are no warriors here who dare to face thousands of troops alone.

In the desert, a lonely figure stands between the king's army and the old and weak, women and children, and there is a posture of killing whoever dares to take a step forward.

"Hahahaha, I can finally let go of my hands and feet and do a big job!"

So far, except for the short fight with Xiang Yu, Cu Chulainn has never encountered any smooth and smooth battles.

And the appearance of the king's army made him excited to the climax, invincible among all armies, this is the ultimate romance of a hero.

The god Iskandar remained silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a long time, He slightly raised his head and looked up at the sky, his sight seemed to penetrate the spiritual tomb, and he saw the vast, boundless and colorful world.

Deification has indeed changed Iskandar's character, but in any case it cannot erase the conquest and domineering imprinted in his heart.

So, He decided it was time to start a new conquest.

At the same time, on the No. 30th floor of the Vein Corridor, Ainz Urgon, who was hiding in the dark, was waiting to watch the upcoming servant melee.

Just watching, even if his side loses in the end, he will never take action, and will only think of ways to turn the tide afterwards.

But when the god Iskandar descended, Ainz-Wurgon immediately felt it, which was the instinct of a godslayer.

"Huh? Is this feeling like a god? An unknown god has descended in the deep area of ​​the spiritual tomb?"

Ainz Ooal Gown looked down at the ground beneath his feet. His gaze seemed to have penetrated hundreds of corridors, and he was looking at the same place as the god Iskandar.

"This breath is the King of Conquerors? It's a bit specious...Is it the third party? It seems that El-Melloi II and his actions have failed."

The connection between the two sides was instantaneous. Ainz Ooal Gown looked up at the figures of Gilgamesh, Heroic Spirit Emiya and others, then turned and left.

As he walked, Ainz Ooal Gown took out magic items from the Great Tomb of Nazarick and put them on his body. It could be said that he was armed to the teeth.

Iskandar is undoubtedly a formidable opponent, and after becoming a deity, his spirit foundation has further expanded, becoming stronger than a heroic spirit.

If the old man of the mountain was here, it would be a matter of ringing the bell and striking the sword, but the Sorcerer King, who is a clone, couldn't do it.

"In terms of attributes, the opponent is stronger, but if I use all my means, I should win in the end."

Ainz Ooal Gown carefully considered his family background, looking for a way to deal with and break the king's army.

"Hey, what a hassle."

In the depths of the tomb, the god Iskandar looked into the distance, but his eyes passed Cu Chulainn, ignoring the existence of the other as a matter of course.

Although Cu Chulainn is also the son of God, his current state is still in the category of mortals, and he is not worthy of being looked down upon by the God Conqueror King.

Anzi Urgon was completely different. The god Iskandar felt a strong threat from the opponent, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

Although there was a powerful enemy blocking the way ahead, the god Iskandar did not hesitate too much. Defeating the opponent was also a part of conquest.

No need for the king to swear an order, the warriors and generals surrounding the king took action. They wanted to clear all obstacles for the king's conquest.

Any existence that dares to block the king's advance route will be regarded as an enemy that needs to be eradicated, and the only way is to be destroyed or voluntarily surrender.

Since the king looked into the distance, the king's army was about to move forward. They didn't need to know what was ahead, they just had to follow the king.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Woo--! Woo--! Woo--!"

The drums of attack sounded, followed by the sound of high-pitched horns, and the military order was instantly conveyed to every soldier in the legion.

Giant guns that were several meters long were held and raised by the soldiers, forming a dense jungle of guns. The Macedonian phalanx advanced smoothly. The soldiers' steps were uniform, and the marching phalanx was like a rushing army. Waves, and torrents pouring out like mountains collapsing.

The wind was blowing, and the smoke and dust raised by the horses trampling the ground were swept higher by the rising air currents. Several cavalrymen rushed out from the two wings of the phalanx, and took the lead in the charge. All of them were wearing exquisite and luxurious armors. The heroes who have left their names are all generals or kings.

The array of archers raised their longbows according to the order, and the sharp arrows shone in the harsh sunlight, looking like a sea of ​​stars.

Perhaps due to the influence of the god Iskandar, the king's army did not shout as high as before, but exuded a cold sense of killing.

"It's really an amazing army. Even if it is pulled on the battlefield of gods and giants, it can do something, right?"

Cu Chulainn also came from the army, but the Red Branch Knights were far from the scale of the King's Army, with only a few hundred to a thousand members.

Compared with the three continents of Asia, Europe and Africa, the Celtic territory is still too small to support an invincible army that can contend for hegemony and swallow up several countries.

But Cu Chulainn still felt his heart surge. He knew that he would definitely die, but he was curious about what kind of damage he could cause before he died.

Facing the encirclement and suppression of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of troops, Cu Chulainn did not adopt any tactics, but directly charged up from the front.

This place is a battlefield of flesh and blood, and there is no room for outsiders to intervene.

Regardless of lovers, comrades-in-arms, children, and even kings, everything is unnecessary.

To deal with all armies, to face all things, to expel ten thousand people, to always stand alone, always to be the strongest, and always to win.

When Cu Chulainn stepped into the range, the tense bowstrings in the array rebounded strongly, and the arrows ready to go shot out through the air, flying like locusts in an instant.

However, Cu Chulainn has already covered his whole body with black and red bone armor. Most of the giant monsters in the sea are extremely high-level fantasy species, and the armor made of their exoskeletons naturally has extraordinary hardness. How could he be afraid of the rain of arrows like mosquito bites, even if he could catch the overlord gun.

"Well done! Then it's time for me to give you my own greeting gift!!"

Cu Chulainn jumped into the air like a runaway dog, shouted angrily and threw the magic spear at the spear phalanx.

"Go! Piercing, killing gun!!"

The spear full of magic power was glowing scarlet, and black lightning was wrapped around it, smashing into the army formation at high speed like an intercontinental ballistic missile.

In an instant, a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose from the desert, and the shock wave of the magic explosion radiated outward, disrupting the army's formation.

Under the storm, all living beings are equal, the phalanx of long spears suffered heavy losses before reaching the enemy, and the soldiers had no bones left, demonstrating the power of the treasured treasures of the army.

Even though Iskandar returned as a god, the servants who were summoned here still couldn't carry their Noble Phantasms and could not display their full strength.

"No one stood up to block this blow?"

Cu Chulainn was very surprised, he clearly sensed many powerful existences.

"The light man came, but the treasure didn't come? It's a bit of a disappointment. It turns out that we only win by numbers."

The strength of the king's army is undeniable, but the strength gap between heroic spirits is sometimes like a natural barrier, and it cannot be made up by numbers alone.

Several well-known servants surrounded and killed him. They had already seen Cu Chulainn's strength, and they didn't want to give him another chance to kill him.

Cu Chulainn raised his hand to recall the magic spear, turned sideways to avoid Parmenio's slash, and then dodged Philotas' spear. His huge body possessed incredible dexterity.

Although he has become a berserker, he is best at spearman tactics, sometimes combined with superb rune magic.

The advancing army stopped for the time being, waiting for the result of the battle, and the few servants who made the move cooperated tacitly and hunted Kuran's bulldog.

Cu Chulainn entangled with the five servants by walking, and the tip of the spear and the soles of his feet swiped on the sand from time to time, engraving the Rune of the Age of Gods.

"Ansuz!"

Cu Chulainn whispered the mysterious words, and jumped out of the encirclement, engulfing all his opponents in the torrential flames.

Although the pronunciation of the text is the same, Cu Chulainn's rune magic is far more powerful than Aozaki Touko, and instantly burned the four servants to ashes.

The wary Pamino was the only survivor of his comrades, but he was sent back to Valhalla less than two seconds late.

"Your heart, I will accept it!"

The spear piercing the death thorn protruded from the chest, picking Parmenio on the tip of the spear, the mad king will never give the enemy any chance to breathe.

Parminio is Iskandar's most powerful general and a great hero in the entire army, possessing unparalleled prestige.

His death in battle naturally aroused the restlessness and anger of the king's army, but the god Iskandar reacted indifferently and didn't care much.

Cu Chulainn withdrew his magic spear and set his sights on the god Iskandar who was guarded in the center, and that was the real opponent in this battle.

"Can I break this barrier only by killing you? Then, let's give it a try...see if I can kill you!"

Cu Chulainn had already seen what kind of servant the King of Conquerors was. The opponent's martial arts level was far inferior to him, and he would surely die if he got close.

"Full curse release!"

The ferocious aura rose more and more, the red lines on Cu Chulainn's body shone brightly, and the ferocity of the sea beast bound by Rune ushered in the release.

An ominous black mist permeated the Mad King's body, his face was completely wrapped in bone armor, and his whole body was transformed into an inhuman monster.

Two scarlet dots lit up in the darkness, they were Cu Chulainn's eyes, and the bloodthirsty desire had already taken over this machine made for battle.

"Hey, listen up! I don't think about proportions when I strike, let's challenge this despair... the beast that devours the dead teeth!!"

Cu Chulainn crashed into the rolling army alone, his beast-like sharp claws pierced through several soldiers, causing a bloody storm.

The thick and barbed tail flicked like a long whip, smashing the enemy's bones and tendons, and clearing the surrounding area at once.

The mad king who twisted heads, tore limbs, and disemboweled himself into a pure killing machine was cruel and inhumane.

Spears and knives fell towards Cu Chulainn one after another, but they were broken by his backhand. He was brave and crazy, and there was almost no one-on-one enemy.

But the enemy is still coming up continuously, how can the king's army retreat under the watchful eyes of the king, only to move forward bravely.