I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

Cu Chulainn found the right direction and drove through the Conqueror King, but the warriors defending the King naturally would not allow it.

"Hahahaha, that's right! That's it! Kill me, or be killed by me! Try to please me!!"

Kill, kill, keep killing.

There is a river of blood at the foot, and at the end of the road, there is a mountain of corpses piled up.

Be proud of being the strongest, sing praises for the strongest, and make the strongest name shake the world.

Even if no one admits it, he will never turn back. His name is Cu Chulainn, and he is the strongest fighter in Ulster.

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When Anz-Wurgon arrived, Cu Chulainn had already exhausted his magic power, but his tall and straight figure stood still, like a monument.

Among the army surrounded by layers, the blood-soaked warriors were covered in wounds, and their bodies and limbs were pierced by spears from all directions.

But even after suffering such severe injuries, Cu Chulainn still did not die.

The last battle continuation has been consumed, but the physique of the berserker is so strong, otherwise how can he be extremely crazy.

His eyes were fixed on the tall figure on horseback in front of him, moving forward with a fatal wound that would have caused an ordinary person to die seven or eight times.

He hasn't died yet, and his strength hasn't been exhausted yet, he wants to carry out the master's order.

Cu Chulainn was located very close to the god Iskandar, only a few dozen meters away.

The beast-like man reached before Wang Jia with his hard power, and after knowing that he could not advance an inch, he threw the spear with the last bit of strength.

It's a pity that the magic gun was blocked by the guard's attendants, and the blood-red magic gun is now standing straight in front of the conquering king.

The sacrificed attendant was named Miserennis, the captain of Iskandar's personal guard, and had returned to the Hall of Valor after being nailed to death with a magic spear piercing his chest.

The god Iskandar raised the Sword of Cyprus and waited quietly for Cu Chulainn to come to him.

He stared at Cu Chulainn, who was covered in wounds, and was about to cut off his head with his own hands, giving the warrior the dignity he deserved.

After receiving the king's signal, the soldiers stopped wielding swords and spears, but they were still fully alert to Cu Chulainn's every move.

Even though Cu Chulainn looked fragile now, as if a breeze could blow him down, no one knew whether it was an act or not.

Cu Chulainn's bravery and ferocity left a deep impression on everyone, for fear that he would suddenly erupt when he approached the Queen of Conqueror like a dormant predator.

In the end, Cu Chulainn reached before the king of the god Iskandar by virtue of his willpower, and behind him was a road paved with blood.

"Soldiers from foreign countries, report your name."

The god Iskandar looked down at Cu Chulainn from a high position, his low tone full of appreciation.

"If you are willing to join me and become a member of my army, then I can forgive your disrespect."

"Ha..." A sarcastic smile appeared on Cu Chulainn's face, and blood rose from his throat, staining his smile with blood.

Cu Chulainn seemed to want to say something, but he didn't have that strength anymore, and he exhausted his remaining strength just to keep his body from falling.

You can't fall down, but you can't fall in front of the gods, you can't bow your head to the gods. The arrogance and dignity of the mad king don't allow him to admit defeat.

"Rejected, as expected."

The face of the god Iskandar did not show any disappointment, he had already expected the result.

The reason why I asked the last sentence was also influenced by the remaining human nature. Love and cherish are the common traits of sage monarchs.

"Then, I can only bury you here... You should feel honored to be beheaded by my own hands with this sword."

The god Iskandar raised the sword in his hand, while Cu Chulainn was still trying to squeeze his remaining body.

Standing here obediently waiting to die is not his style, feel honored?No!He just feels useless.

"Stop it, Cu Chulainn..."

Suddenly, a deep and majestic voice came from a distance.

"Your unfinished mission will be completed by me, Ainz Ooal Gown."

The god Iskandar paused with his raised sword, realizing who it was, his old enemy.

Ainz Oool Gon stood on the distant horizon holding the staff of the seven golden snakes, his luxurious magic robe was fluttering in the wind.

"That's it, Caster!?"

Hateres looked at the figure that appeared in the distance, a look of shock flashed across his face.

"He didn't die? Didn't he say that he was replaced by the noble faction using ruthless tactics of death together?"

Now, Hartress felt that he had to re-examine the strength of the democratic camp. They had fooled everyone.

"No, I have successfully summoned the god Iskandar, and I should be able to end this Holy Grail War on my own."

Thinking of this, Hatreth's confidence was strengthened again, and he continued to watch the show silently, admiring the heroic appearance of the Conqueror of Gods in battle.

"Faker, can you feel it?"

Hatteres stared at the back of the god Iskander, as if looking at another person.

"It should be possible, after all, you are the core that maintains everything... Your king is indeed as powerful as you said."

Cu Chulainn's precarious body tensed up, he had really reached his limit, and even his blood was about to be completely drained.

'The Sorcerer King?I didn't expect you to come so fast.I hope you can do what you say...'

The terminally mad king slowly closed his eyes, and the command spell on him also lost its effectiveness.

Although the ending was not perfect, Cu Chulainn, who drank the blood of his enemies, was satisfied.

White light, made of magic power, glowed from this body, turning into dots of crystal clear and dissipating in the air.

"I swear by the name of Ainz Ooal Gown, I will definitely fulfill my agreement with you."

The Sorcerer King solemnly swore his oath, red eyes suddenly lit up.

Following that, a multiple composite magic circle that shone with light blue light was unfolded.

The circular exquisite magic array rises high into the sky, and a massive amount of magic power enough to roll up the elemental tide erupts, lighting up the lines and runes on the magic array, and the magic power breaks through the sky to form a pillar of light that connects the heaven and the earth.

"King of Conquerors, please accept this long-lost gift—Super Magic Sky Fall!"

Chapter 767 Anzi Urgong VS God Iskandar 5K

The boundless pure white light descended from the sky with the power to penetrate the earth.

Ainz Wurgon didn't give the king's army time to rearrange his formation, and he threw out a big move comparable to the release of the Noble Phantasm at the beginning.

The target was the archer camp. He chose to give priority to removing the long-range attack capabilities of the King's Army in order to better utilize the advantages of the spellcasters.

In an instant, terrifying heat fell on the top of the archers array, melting everything within the magic range, leaving a huge scar like a crater on the desert, and the sand in it was completely burned Crystallized, and the servants have been wiped out.

When the white light dissipated, Wang Zhijun, who had witnessed the tragedy, came back to his senses, and was at a loss for a while.

"Soldiers, don't panic."

The voice of the god Iskandar sounded, calming down the restless soldiers.

"The enemy is our most powerful opponent on this journey of conquest, but will I be afraid? Will I retreat? No, no!"

The leadership temperament as high as A-level played a role, and the god Iskandar re-gathered the morale of the soldiers with just a few words.

"We have one and only one choice, and that is to show our dominance to the enemy! Soldiers who follow me, the real war is coming!"

The god Iskandar spurred the steed under his crotch, and charged towards Ainz-Wur-Gon in the lead, like a black lightning bolt.

Behind him, the fanatical and loyal subjects also shouted loudly and followed the king's footsteps, coming like a surging tide.

"Of course! Of course! Of course! Of course! Of course!"

"As expected of the King of Conquerors, in terms of military strategy and charisma, he can be said to be the only existence among Heroic Spirits."

Ainz-Wulgon, who faced the army's charge alone, sighed. Although his military strategy is not good, his charisma is still good.

"You take the lead in charging when you have a disagreement. Although you have been transformed into a god, you are still the conquering king inside."

The actions of the god Iskandar did not exceed Ainz Oulgon's expectations, and some of them belonged to the limitations of the King of Conquerors himself.

Although Iskandar's strength can be ranked first among the heroic spirits, he has too few treasures, only the Shenwei Wheel and the King's Army Power, which do not have powerful long-range strike capabilities. The means naturally limit their options for action.

For those Heroic Spirits whose personal strength has not exceeded the numerical limit, the Conqueror King's human sea tactics are an invincible nightmare.

But to the heroic spirits whose strength has exceeded the limit, the Conqueror King and his legion are just a bunch of rabble that can be destroyed with just a few hands.

Anzi Ooulgong is somewhere in between the above two. He has the ability and method to annihilate the king's army, but he needs to use certain plans and strategies.

"Then let's start...Super Magic · Changing the World."

The light blue magic circle rises again, and the surging magic power stirs the wind and clouds between the heaven and the earth.

Strictly speaking, super magic cannot be cast in quick succession, but this limitation can be solved with krypton gold props.

In an instant, the scorching sun was covered by dark clouds, and the torrential rain was poured on the desert like a flood from the Three Gorges.

The group charge of the king's army has not crossed half of the distance, and the desert has been transformed into a vast ocean, leaving them stuck in the mud.

The terrain that was originally conducive to infantry and cavalry combat disappeared, and the momentum of the charge was immediately contained, and the timing and location were taken away.

The god Iskandar did not expect that the other party would attack from the environment, but it was not impossible to deal with it. This was his inherent enchantment.

"My friends! This is the battlefield we have galloped on! It is also the clearest memory imprinted in our hearts!"

The King of Conquerors propped himself up from his horse, turned his head to look at the terrified soldiers, raised his arms high, and shouted angrily.

"This is the inherent barrier we have woven together. How can it be easily changed by others!? Firm up your faith!"

The incomparable infectious power spread to the entire army, and everyone couldn't help but recall the previous journey in their hearts.

The scorching sun, the boundless desert, the hot land of the foehn, this is the land where they fought side by side with the king.

The inherent enchantment is the realization of the mental image, even if it is changed for a while, it will soon return to its original state.

Ainz Ooulgong naturally knew this too, so he didn't stop his movements.

He took out a scroll-like item while taking the potion to replenish the magic power.

"World-class props, Mountains, Rivers and Sheji Map, the seal is lifted!"

Ainz Ooal Gon shook the long picture scroll, threw it into the air vigorously, and released the mountain demon pig imprisoned inside.

This was his purpose of releasing super magic to change the terrain. Ainz Ooal Gown wanted the king's army to become a living target at the feet of the Mountain Demon Pig.

A super-giant demon pig standing tall on the ground appeared on the earth. Its mountain-like body covered the sky and the sun, and its sword-like fangs were enough to pierce through the city-state.

Without needing to be driven away by Ainz-Wur-Gon, the irritable demon pig took the initiative to vent its desire to destroy. It was an out-and-out disaster beast and a vermin beast.

The black mist and demonic energy filled the air, and the poisonous purple saliva continuously flowed out from the giant mouth of the demon pig, polluting the air and land of the desert.

The pig's hoof like a pillar of heaven stepped forward, and the roar of the beast was accompanied by the ability to shake the spirit, and it crushed the defense line of the king's army just by walking.

The rough and thick pigskin made the Mountain Demon Pig immune to all swords, spears, and halberds, and even spears thrown hard couldn't break through its skin.

The Demon Pig of the Mountain seemed to be a giant war beast from another world, launching inhuman ravages and massacres to the world-class army in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, most of the king's army was damaged, and under the trampling of the mountain's demon pig, it turned into a blurry picture of flesh and blood, glowing white and scattered and dissipated.

"A fantasy-level monster? If my friends all hold Noble Phantasms, they will be able to solve this level of trouble quickly."

The deity Iskandar stared at the devil pig on the mountain, and for the first time used the power that he possessed after becoming a deity, and the king stepped forward in a crisis.

"I am the son of Zeus, the king of gods, and the sky and thunder are also my subjects. There are harmful beasts in the world, blocking my way of domination, and the gods will punish them to destroy them!"

As the voice fell, the divine thunder representing Zeus' anger fell from the sky in an instant, easily piercing through the demon pig and turning it into coke.

After eliminating the stupid monsters blocking the way, the god Iskandar held up the sword of Cyprus and launched the king's summoning again.

"My partners, let's gather here again! Our journey is not over yet, and we will surely share the joy of victory!"

Dots of white light appeared behind the god Iskandar, and the dead soldiers came again from the Hall of Valor, willing to continue to march for the king.

In just a few seconds, the king's army, which was completely dead and wounded, returned to its peak full strength, and even the servants killed by Cu Chulainn returned.

This was beyond Ainz Ooal Gown's expectations. No wonder the god Iskandar didn't care about casualties at all. It turned out to be because he could be resurrected infinitely.

Originally, the resourceful Ainz Ooal Gown wanted to destroy the king's army first, and then deal with the King of Conqueror, a lonely man with weak fighting ability.

Because the inherent barrier is provided by Iskandar and his subjects, when the soldiers suffer heavy casualties, the barrier will fall apart.

But after turning into a god, Iskandar can maintain the inherent enchantment for a long time with his own magic power, and even has enough energy to initiate repeated summons.

In this way, the true body of the heroic spirit is in the Hall of Valor, and the body of the descending servant does not feel bad even if it dies, turning into an existence like the fourth natural disaster.