No one would have thought that Iskander's shadow warrior, who shares the same fate with the king, and the most trusted and trusted person would reject the "king's army" and hate the greatest pride in the king's life. That would be tantamount to denying the way of life of the king to whom she was allegiant, and even life itself.

However, this is the reality. Even the hero who conquered countless times could not unify the hearts and minds of all people—perhaps in life, but after death, when he was given all the knowledge of modern times and history by the Holy Grail, it is difficult to say, especially what happened after Iskandar's death.

Looking back at the history of the world, Iskander's deathbed is very clear.

After the final failure of the Great Expedition, before dying of fever, the king left a last word: "Let the strongest inherit the throne". Although he didn't know his true intentions, it was such last words that completely ruined the hegemony he had fought for all his life.

In order to be the strongest, to compete for that supreme position, Iskandar's subordinates went crazy. Capable generals fought against each other, Olympias, who had lost his son, was not willing to be lonely, and the empire, whose territory was proud of throughout human history, was split and collapsed in an instant. Comrades who once collectively aimed at the end of the world have left their absurd whims behind and launched a bloody battle to the death, in which even their children and grandchildren continue to fight endlessly, known as the "War of the Diadochi".

The war lasted for hundreds of years, and the Diadochi and their descendants who thought they were qualified were almost completely lost, and in the end most of that vast territory fell to Rome.

Iskandar has lived in dreams all his life, and at the end of the dream is such a tragic result.

When the Shadow Warrior died, Iskandar was not dead, so he didn't see such a tragic ending, and he didn't know that the earth was round, so the sea at the end didn't exist. And after being given knowledge by the Holy Grail and appearing, her mentality collapsed, completely collapsed.

How loyal she was to the King of Conquering and how much she trusted her comrades, how much she hated them now.

"Yes, I hate the king's army!"

Even after being hit hard by Shen Er, it was difficult to even maintain his feet, but the Shadow Warrior still burst out with a terrifying momentum.

"I hate the fools who ruined everything the king has done, and I hate the guys who tried to join the group of fools! And Olympias, who taught me magic and wanted to manipulate the king!

Even if the king could admit it, he could not admit it himself.

Even if the king could forgive, he himself would not be able to forgive.

Her almost unusual anger was ignited by tens of thousands of the king's men. No, it may also include the king himself who forgave them.

The Shadow Warrior's anger was so terrifying that it could almost turn into substance, setting the entire carriage on fire. But in the midst of this burning rage, Webb suddenly laughed.

"Hehe, hehe. ”

Shaking his shoulders, ignoring the pressure of anger, he smiled inappropriately.

"What's so funny. ”

"No, I just think it's his style. The king who forced tens of thousands of soldiers to carry out such a great expedition, but was still able to form a bond with them, made his shadow warrior so angry that he didn't want to deal with him. That guy really always makes a bad move, doesn't he have any talent at all? ”

At the end of the laughter, Webb lowered his head and spoke.

"Thank you. ”

To the shadow warrior who has always looked down on him and has always wanted to kill her.

“…… Hmm, why?"

"I've been thinking. Not a day has gone by in these ten years without trouble. Even if I wanted to follow the back of the 'man' to where I was supposed to be, I didn't know what I could do. After all, I'm a hopelessly mediocre talent, and I don't have the strength to become a heroic spirit at all. Only the apprentices have grown, and I can only watch all kinds of talents spread their wings and soar. ”

It's like heaping, it's very heavy, and it's been compressed all the way over the past ten years.

Now, at last, he can be released.

"But now I can keep my head up and say it. Wherever we reunite, there's no doubt that I'll be able to show him off. No matter how many times he repeats it, he will probably allow it. If my sanity doesn't allow me to act like a repeater, then I can drink a little. Ahh I must thank you. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Uh-oh, that's it. ”

Webb nodded as a matter of course, and continued.

"I've avenged your beloved, another you, and he'll laugh out loud if he says anything to that fellow. ”

“……”

Everyone was silent.

No one can remain indifferent to his bold speech, to see his unwavering spirit in the midst of anger.

There is a kind of person who, even if he is powerless, can still burst out with a devastating brilliance. There is a kind of person, even if he is weak, he can still do something earth-shattering.

At this moment, everyone took it for granted that Weber and the king should see each other again, and that the king should be seen as he is now, and the stubbornness is a little ridiculous, but it is even more admirable.

The Shadow Warrior froze, as if bewitched by the Magic Eye. Weber's proclamation struck her soul like a great magic trick that a modern magician couldn't do.

"Are you trying to defeat me?"

When he came to his senses, anger was rekindled, not by the stupid king and the stupid men, but by Weber himself, not associated with Eumenes, Weber himself.

"Do you think that this level of injury will be able to defeat me? Listen, the boy with the soul of a warrior and all of you, as long as the warrior has not fallen, she will continue to fight!"

The female warrior raised her sword with a trembling hand as if it were about to tear the sky.

No, her soaring magic had torn the sky apart.

"Not good!"

"Don't think!"

Sensing that something was wrong, Loreley and Grey both rushed forward to stop the mad female warriors, but before they could move, the sword infused with a lot of magic had already been swung down.

The flash of light lit up the night, and something out of the ordinary appeared in the void, pushing open the air, creating an astonishing shockwave that struck the carriage below, towards the people in the carriage.

"Wind!"

Loreleia whipped at the sky. Her Majesty's magic circuit roared terrifyingly under the mysterious amplification that Barsermelo had accumulated for nearly two thousand years.

It was a vacuum magic that was enough to destroy the city wall, and even if it was placed in the god generation, it was a proof of the strong.

However, such a powerful magic spell could not stop the threat from the sky, and after crushing the impact, it was neutralized by a large number of lightning strikes.

Dense bolts of lightning fell from the dark clouds, crashing beside the woman in armor, blessing.

In the center of that lightning bolt is the crystallization of the great cause that transcends time and space, and the condensation of faith-Noble Phantasm.

The Shadow Warrior's Noble Phantasm is a chariot that resembles Iskander's "Kamui Wheel", a symbol of the brutal but classic two-horse chariot that gallops through the ravages of the battlefield.

However, it was not the sacred cow that symbolized the divine power of Zeus that pulled the chariot, but two bone dragons.

Of course, it's not the real dragon or giant dragon at the top of the fantasy species, but a subspecies of the dragon, the bipedal wyvern. Originating from the cult of dragons and snakes in the belief of Dionysus, it was often driven by witches and magicians of the ancient Greek generation. Legend has it that Medea also used such a dragon chariot to travel, and the shadow warrior who studied under Olympias was obviously also proficient in this technique.

From the appearance of the chariot and the "Kamui wheel", it is not difficult to infer that the female chariot also drove the chariot as Iskandar and galloped on the battlefield. However, she was not the son of Zeus, and she could not drive the divine beasts related to Zeus, so she had to use magic instead of driving the chariot.

Although the Wyvern is far from a real dragon, it is still a member of the fantasy species, a symbol of strength. The bone dragon that pulled the chariot burst into lightning with every step, bursting with a power comparable to that of the previous thunderbolt. If an ordinary magician is struck by a lightning strike, he will simply turn into a pile of charcoal. Even Loreleia didn't want to try the taste of being struck by a lightning strike, and kept swinging a vacuum magic trick to fight it.

Although the thunder did not fall for the time being, everyone knew that it was only temporary, because the thunder was only a part of the power of the chariot, and the strength of the chariot was the frontal charge.

The female warrior flew into the car and said to Hatres:

"Forgive me, Master. My intention this time is to be loyal to you, but I can't turn a blind eye to such a provocation. ”

"Alas~alas. ”

The red-haired magician sighed exaggeratedly.

The blue suit fluttered against the howling wind on the roof, and his sigh was blown away in the darkness.

"I expected things to turn out like this, so I stopped you a long time ago. There's no way around it now, but I'm not unprepared, so let's make a big fuss!"

With an innocent smile on his face, Hatress gently covered his left chest.

"Reverse it, my heart. ”

PS: Loreleia is a powerhouse of the twenty-seven ancestor level, but this must be established in a state of preparation. I didn't expect there to be so many things this time, I didn't carry Barser's various secret treasures, and the pressure to fight against the treasures was still too great.