Chapter 85: The King of Conquerors.

"Hey!"

The majestic voice attracted the attention of everyone present.

Iskandar looked at the center of the battlefield.
Scratching his head, he said:

"If we're going to chat, shouldn't we solve that first..."

After thinking for a long time, Iskandar still couldn't think of how to describe it.

It was Mrs. Irisviel who saved him: "berserker"

"Yes." Iskandar nodded. "Let's wait until we have dealt with the berserker before we start chatting."

Having said that,
But among the people present, there were only two who knew how to get rid of the berserker.

Of these two people,
The Knight King, who has the ability to defeat Berserker, will never speak because of the spirit of chivalry in his heart.

"Lancer has..."

Before Kenshin Matou could finish his words, he was interrupted by the assassins who suddenly appeared from the forest.

He stared coldly at the assassin who suddenly appeared.
Then, facing Saber's vigilant gaze and raised sword, he gave up hiding behind Saber.

Then, he looked at Iskandar who was in a daze and Waver who did not understand the situation clearly.

He moved forward towards Weber step by step, and Weber retreated step by step as the eight-year-old child moved forward.

The two of them kept a pretty good pace, and if Weber hadn't retreated to the very back of the car and was about to fall off if he moved any further, I believe this pace could have continued for a long time.

In front of Iskandar, Jianchen Matou climbed onto the carriage.

"I beg you to protect me, King of Conquerors. In return, I will kill the berserker after the assassination is completed."

"Oh?" Iskandar stroked his chin.

He first looked at the mountain of meat that was constantly growing, as if it would finish accumulating power in the next second.

He looked at the assassins playing with swords, who looked like small fry, and was very interested in Kenshin Matou's proposal.

"Compared to dealing with a weak assassin, would you rather deal with a powerful and difficult-to-deal-with berserker?"

He glanced at the silent Emperor Gaozu of Han,
Iskandar agreed to Jianchen Matou's request:
"In that case, I promise you, Master of Caster."

When there is no wind, the wind will rise by itself.

A swirling hot wind surrounded Iskandar.

The bright red cloak fluttered on his shoulders.

The sound of drawing the sword,
Iskandar raised the sword in his hand, his voice full of the breath of conquest:
“Heroic spirits and masters present here, please come and see me as a king!”

This hot wind that came out of nowhere finally began to subvert and erode reality.

In the mysterious forest of the Einzbern territory, an absolutely impossible scene appeared. The quiet forest and the gentle evening breeze all disappeared.

Distance and position lost their meaning, and what appeared before everyone's eyes was a dry and windy desert.

"How...how is this possible...!"

Only Waver and Irisviel, who understood what magic was, could understand the incredibleness of this scene.

Even Jianchen Matou, who had been prepared, was extremely surprised.

Saber and Lancer also tightened their grip on their weapons.

Only Uncle Liu is still so leisurely.

Looking at Uncle Liu's leisurely look, Kenshin Matou remembered that his servant also had this kind of inherent barrier.

and!

Uncle Liu's inherent barrier is something that even Gilgamesh cannot break.

This was also the reason why he dared to taunt Gilgamesh just now. "Is this - an inherent barrier?"

Mrs. Irisviel, who had the most knowledge of magic theory in the whole audience, said this with uncertainty yet certainty.

The hot sun scorches the earth, and the view is so vast that you can see the windy desert to the end of the horizon.

From the mysterious forest of Einzbern at night to the extremely dry and endless desert, everyone present was amazed.

I understand the reason.
Iskandar's inherent barrier is an ultimate magic that can be called a miracle.

"How could such a thing be possible... to make the mental world materialize..."

Although he was Iskandar’s Master, Waver was even more incredulous than Irisviel, an outsider.

He first looked at caster Uncle Liu, who barely resembled a magician, and then looked back at his servant, who was muscular, had a rough build, and had a look that had nothing to do with a magician.

"You, you... you are obviously not a magician!"

As a rookie magician, Waver looked at the magic that could be called a miracle right before his eyes.

He was excited, proud, and devastated!

"So, such a magic that can be called a miracle is performed by someone like you?"

"What are you talking about, brat? What do you think is wrong with a guy like me?"

After slapping the princess mercilessly, Iskandar said:

"But you are right about one thing. This is something that I cannot accomplish alone."

Even though he was saying things that were detrimental to himself, Iskandar stood tall in the vast world, with a smile full of pride and honor on his face.

"This is the land where my army once galloped. This is the scene that is deeply engraved in the hearts of the brave men who have shared the joys and sorrows with me."

As Iskandar explained, the positions of the people present changed.

The assassin, who had originally surrounded everyone, changed his position from the surrounder to the surrounded.

Sabe, Lancer, Uncle Liu, Kenshin Matou and Irisviel were teleported to another place.

Iskandar led his princess,

Blocked in the middle of the crowd, one person faced a group of assassins.

However, before Princess Weber could start to complain, an incredible scene made him open his eyes wide.

The groups of people seemed unreal, like a mirage. They were so huge and their numbers were constantly increasing.

The figure gradually began to solidify.
The people present gradually saw those faces clearly.

They are knights, cavalry, war horses, soldiers, warriors, the pride of Iskandar, and the army of Iskandar!

Their figures continued to increase and they continued to form formations.

“This world, this landscape, takes shape because it is the mental image of all of us.”

This voice emerged in the mind of Waver, the Master of Iskandar.

Everyone was staring at the soldier who suddenly appeared, and Weber was the one who attracted the most attention among them.

He looked at the fearless warriors, the differences in their equipment and race, the strength of their bodies, their exquisite armor, and the spirit of moving forward without fear of death that they exuded.

Of all the people present, except Iskandar.

Only Weber knew, and only Weber could understand, the true face of these soldiers.

These people... these soldiers, every single one of them, are heroes!

Jianchen Matou knew this, but he did not have the same psychological experience as Waver.

(End of this chapter)