Chapter 25: The King and the Ministers Across Time and Space

In an instant, from the tip of the sword, something spread.

"What!?"

The rain of swords stopped in an instant, the sky was torn apart in an instant, and the blazing wind made the world confused and unreal. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rolling yellow sand fell from the sky inexplicably, and at first it was possible to tell where it was in front of me, but only for a moment, the sand and dust had already covered the sky.

The dim sky had already cleared, as if the night had changed to noon.

No, not as if, not as if.

And that's it.

"What the hell is this!?"

Stunned, the delay before opening his eyes should only be a moment, but the world in front of him can't help but make people stunned.

The heroic, vast and boundless desert appeared in front of my eyes, with no end in sight.

The billowing sand roared from the end of the sky with death-like loneliness, familiar, people can't help but be intoxicated, and the kind of excitement that they haven't felt for a long time can't help but permeate their hearts.

"Roar !!!"

The roar around people can't help but be confused, on the left, on the right, and behind them, are the majestic and intoxicating, the armor is dusty but awe-inspiring, and the faces are dirty, but awe-inspiring.

Riding a strong war horse, holding a sharp spear, holding a shield in one hand, and roaring happily, it was a military force that Rhodes had never seen in his life.

I can't help but break my heart.

It is an ode to obedience, an ode to the unconditional delivery of dreams that can only be condensed by the knights' pride in their loyalty to the monarch to death.

They have crossed the curse of time and stepped through the obstruction of space.

Today, I stood here.

Raising his head, at the forefront of this team, dozens of feet away, only that figure stood proudly.

Arms raised in the air, laughing as if they were going to challenge the sky.

"Shh

A warhorse galloped to his side, rolled up a thick cloud of dust, and rushed straight to the king's side.

The majestic one amazed Rod, a perfect war horse like a sculpture.

"Yo, old man!"

The king laughed, then stepped onto his horse and drew his sword from his waist again, his eyes flashing with a shadow as real as lightning.

You don't have to ride in that symbolic chariot, so why rely on the thunder that gallops?

Not needed, and disdainful.

The suppressed laughter of the warriors swirled around him, and the heat of murderous intent flowed, trust, pride, dreams, and dedication.

The substantiated excitement is intoxicating.

Rod closed his eyes.

He now understands that Iskandar is an indescribably strong person.

It doesn't matter what the chariot is, it doesn't matter if it can destroy the city with one blow and crush the ruins in kilometers.

That's just the icing on the cake in the king's robe.

Leftovers in general.

-- This, now, is in the place.

This hot sand roars.

It's an inherent barrier.

It is a battlefield, an ode to the life of a king.

When I opened my eyes, I was still looking at the rocky back.

Let's ask, in this life of the king, the life of the magnificent, unmysterious but far better than the myth, has he ever relied on those dazzling treasures?

Have you ever played with a pretentious spell?

No...

You don't need those lights and shadows, and you don't rely on those treasures.

The road that the king walked with dignity and pride is called a miracle of mankind.

Wielding a sword and riding a warhorse, he leads an army that all enemies fear, rushing and killing, roaring, sweeping the enemy over and over again, a hegemon, a fear, a calamity.

And to their own people is the king, glory and dreams.

"My warriors!!!!!!"

The sound echoed across the plains of the hot sand, roaring like rolling thunder, and the rolling yellow sand surrendered to the corners of his robes, the battlefields he had fought and conquered.

Behind him was a hundred thousand and one troops.

The companion cavalry lined up in an impregnable diamond phalanx, loudly praising the leader, and waited for the journey.

The king sat high on his horse, arms raised.

On the opposite side, thousands of meters away, there was a golden, seemingly insignificant enemy.

However, that was the biggest enemy in Wang's life.

A man who is almost invincible in front of the king.

The oldest heroic king, the greatest miracle of ancient Babylon, the humanoid empire called Gilgamesh.

"King!!King!!"

The fanatical soldiers were not afraid, even if they were crushed.

They were the most powerful corps in life, and the most outstanding heroes after death.

Each of them is a brave man who can take charge on his own, and many of them are Junjie who can be called famous generals.

But now, they were qualified for the world to praise their deeds, and they all stood in a neat procession behind the king.

"Let's go on!!! impact!!!!!! my buddies!!!!!"

Lead the way.

The mighty king had already stepped forward, shooting like a sharp sword at the massive enemy army of only one man.

And behind him was an army that did not hesitate and did not despise the enemy in the slightest.

The King's Enemies!!

“aalllllaaaaaaaaaaaaa！！！！！！！！”

The roars of 100,000 people condensed into a single shout, and the brave men of different bodies turned into a wave. The rising smoke once again obscured the battlefield. It shook the earth, shook the earth, shook like an earthquake, rushed like an avalanche, crossed Europe, rushed to Asia, this is the madness of the times, and it is also the pride that cannot be reproduced.

Roaring and galloping, crushing over the earth.

Boundless military power spreads from the sky!

"Hmph..."

Archer didn't know whether he was envious or depressed, but he snorted coldly...

The breath that exhaled gently from between the snorts was also full of irritability.

Why is this...

"It's really..."

The feeling of shaking in my heart is incomparable.

It's unimaginable...

It's just a bunch of crumbs... Originally, it should have been such an insult, but it couldn't be done.

That's already a miracle that the king can't give contempt.

transcends identity, ignores class, and makes people have to praise the heroism from the bottom of their hearts.

Wholeheartedly trusting the king and working hard for the goal, why not give the greatest affirmation?

In the red eyes, the wave that spreads is the only thing that the king has never obtained since ancient times, and it is also the most intoxicating treasure.

It's really...

It's so intoxicating...

"Hah..."

Guffaw.

Hiding his face with one hand, half of his face was covered by golden armor, the corners of his mouth were torn and opened, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The right hand stretched out to the right as if it were about to break through the space, piercing through the ripples of the lake.

"Hahahaha!!"

The laughter was irrepressible, hysterical, and excited.

"What a surprise for me—"

The right hand was slowly withdrawn, and little by little, the thing gradually revealed itself from the void.

The cylindrical spiral of the three-section twisted blade, the gold-wrapped hilt, slender but not sword-like, like a classical spear, but more like a crusher.

The crimson columns were surging chaos.

"-So"

Holding the sword high, the rushing wind gathered, spiraled, twisted, as if to tear the heavenly dome apart, and incredible power gathered.

"I'll show you something good!!!!"

It was the color of the beginning of heaven and earth, the first flame of the world's awakening from chaos.

Scarlet.

A color deeper than blood.