Chapter 87 Charge, brave and fearless warriors

"and many more……"

Kenneth, sensing something, pushed away Diarmuid who was supporting him.

He staggered and seemed about to fall down any second.

But he still insisted on standing up and looking at the magic in front of him that could be called a miracle, the inherent barrier of the King of Conquest, and the King's army.

"That should be my Heroic Spirit!"

"What went wrong?"

He looked at Diarmuid who was being ignored by him, and then at Iskandar who was in high spirits in the center of the battlefield.

Kenneth's mood can be said to have reached a new peak after being extremely bad.

the other side,
Weber, Director Ken's student, did not feel his teacher's death gaze.

He was still in shock about Iskandar's soldiers.

Amid the cheers of the soldiers and the clash of weapons.

The only horse without a rider came in front of Iskandar.

What kind of horse is that?
His muscular body was enough to make him a giant beast. Although he was not a human, his sturdy and majestic demeanor was no less impressive than the heroes present.

"Long time no see, old man."

Iskandar smiled as if he was meeting an old friend, hugged the black horse's neck tightly with both hands, and rubbed his head on its mane left and right.

And this horse,

This is the legendary horse Bucephalus, who was deified because of his high respect in mythology.

That’s right, in Iskandar’s King’s Army, even horses are upgraded to heroic spirits!
How powerful this is, what a miracle.

Everyone present was so surprised that they were speechless. Even someone as proud as Kenneth was shocked.

These soldiers,

She dedicated her body, her soul, and everything she had to the King of Conquerors.

With such innocent hearts, they demonstrated their respect and love for their king.

Such emotions shocked Altria and made her feel a little overwhelmed.

This was an emotion she had never felt in her own army.

Saber's whole body trembled, but not because of fear, but because the might of the king's army, the treasure that conquered the king, shook her belief in being a "king".

Unconditional and wholehearted support.

The emotional bond between him and his subjects is so deep that it even reaches the level of a treasure.

This is the treasure that Artoria Pendragon, the king of Great Britain, has never obtained in her entire life.

"Your Majesty, you do not understand human nature."

It was her subjects who gave her the final evaluation.

“The so-called king is the one who lives the most wonderful life and fascinates everyone.”

The confident and heroic voice represents the glory of Iskandar.

This sound spread to every corner of the barrier, and the response that followed resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

The roar of horses, the responses of soldiers, and the sound of weapons cutting through the air are the best cheers.

Amid the cheers, the responses from the neatly arrayed soldiers, and the clash of shields and weapons, Iskandar mounted his steed and looked down upon all the heroes present.

"The one who gathers the envy of all warriors and guides everyone forward can be the king!"

"Therefore, the king is not far away from the secular world, because the king's goal is the will of his subjects!"

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

The soldiers' response was earth-shaking.

With the united efforts of the king and his soldiers, no matter how powerful the army or how solid the city walls are, they are all vulnerable.

This impassioned speech proved Iskandar's kingly stature, leaving Diarmuid and Saber, who were watching from the sidelines, stunned.

Diarmuid was fine, he was just a vanguard spearman of the Vanguard Knights, he didn't understand what a king was, what a king carried, and the responsibilities a king took, nor did he need to understand.

Saber is completely different.

In her ears, Iskandar's words sounded as if they were spoken to her one-on-one.

Every word he said pierced Saber's heart.

Looking at the king and his soldiers who were united as one.

Saber couldn't help but recall that evening, the mountain of corpses, the people under her feet were all her own people, and the enemies she faced were her own Knights of the Round Table.

How powerless and how sad.

This is different from the style of the Knight King who is worried about something.

Kenshin Matou and his servant Uncle Liu looked very harmonious, as if they were eating melon seeds and chatting.

"Uncle Liu, look."

Pointing at Iskandar who was riding a horse with his back straight, Jianchen Matou said:
"How majestic!"

"I have two eyes. You don't need to remind me."

With his arms folded across his chest, Uncle Liu showed no airs at all, just like an old man chatting with children at the entrance of the village.

Seeing this, Jian Tong Jian Chen laughed:
"My ancestor, please stop hiding this from me. When will you reveal your inherent barrier to me?"

Jianchen Matou said cautiously.

This is a unique skill that Uncle Liu has only demonstrated once, and he has never seen it before.

Although I don’t expect Uncle Liu’s inherent barrier to be like Iskandar, filled with heroic spirits.

But as long as there are one or two characters that he, Jianchen Matou, is familiar with.

That really is making a fortune!

Let’s not talk about Uncle Liu’s stats and abilities as a servant for now.

Every single person related to him is a god!
SSR’s King of Qi, the Military Genius Han Xin, Lord Han.

SSR’s strategist, Zhang Liang, Marquis of Liu, Lord Zhang.

The Prime Minister of SSR, Lord Xiao He.

The fierce general of SSR, General Fan Kuai.

Each of them is awesome!
Uncle Liu knew Jianchen Jianchen's little thoughts like a mirror in his heart.

But,
Uncle Liu hates things like keeping people in suspense the most.

But if it was him, Liu San, who was keeping others in suspense, that would be wonderful.

therefore,

Of course, Uncle Liu would not answer Jianchen Jianchen's question.

He pouted, pointed at Iskandar not far away, and said, "Just watch yours."

This action made Jian Tong Jianchen feel jealous.

He looked at the three Command Seals on his left hand. If it weren’t for the fact that the Command Seals still had the effect of amplifying the power after controlling Diarmuid, he really wanted to scrape off the Command Seals on his hand!

nnd, it’s just a showpiece, ok to look at but can’t be used!

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"Well, let's get started, assassin."

Iskandar, who was at the center of the battlefield, was ready to deal with the little assassins who were in the way.

There was a ferocious smile on his face and his eyes were extremely cold, like a carnivorous animal about to show its claws.

"As you can see, the battlefield we materialized is a plain. Unfortunately, we have the advantage of terrain due to our greater numbers."

"Rampage it!"

At one command, millions of troops charged forward!
The sound of horses' hooves raised sandstorms. The army of tens of thousands of people seemed to be one, charging across the desert like a winding dragon.

(End of this chapter)