"Come on, you're welcome. Those who wish to sit down and talk will come here to drink together! This wine is with your blood! ”

As Rider shouted, the wooden handle of the wine spoon he held aloft was split in two by a volley of daggers, and the spilled red wine stained his right shoulder.

Shredded laughter rang out all around, as if mocking the conquering king, who froze in place after being rejected.

"I see."

Rider put down his hand, and the intention of these people was finalized.

The voice, which was still heroic, also sank at this time.

"But I said that this wine is your blood. But if you yourselves will abandon it as if it were a shoe...... There's nothing to be done about that. ”

Under the watchful eyes of the Assassins, Rider stood up, and without making a move, the powerful magic turned into a strong wind that swept through his body.

In this wind that integrates the domineering spirit of the king, even if they are also heroic spirits, they can hardly open their eyes.

Saber came back to his senses, and Rider had changed into his own blood-red robe, and the incomparable wind emanated from him, which was shocking.

The rider with his back to them shouted: "Saber, and Arher, this is the last question of this feast - let me ask, the king is lonely, is it Yefeiye?" ”

Under the pressure of this powerful momentum, Saber looked at his majestic figure and strengthened the belief in his heart.

"If he is king, he will ...... Lone high! ”

Hearing her answer, Rider never looked back, but was slightly regretful. "No, you don't understand. For you like this, I must show the true king in the here and now! ”

In the next moment, magic surged. A circle of light continued to expand, engulfing the castle in an instant, and all the people or heroic spirits present were included in this light.

When everyone came back to their senses, they found that everything around them had changed.

Webb was shocked to see the yellow sand and dust covering the sky around him, and he couldn't believe that he had come from that castle to such a desert!

And it's not just the surrounding environment that has changed. Even the sky, which was supposed to be late at night, turned into a blazing sun and a scorching sun.

"It's an inherent enchantment? How is this possible...... Is it actually the materialization of the mental landscape? ”

Ellie Sophie watched this scene, and she was extremely shocked by the strength shown by the rider as she knew the limits of a magician's abilities. This ability is simply beyond the limits of a magician. It's not at all something that mortals can have.

This is the Heroic Spirit's, no, should it be said that this is the true strength of the King of Conquest, Iskander?

The figure of the rider in the battle robe and the world have become more reflective, and the words do not hide the supreme pride and complacency.

"This is the land that my legion once drove, and it is the scenery that the warriors who have shared the weal and woe with the king have imprinted it into their hearts!"

Saber looked at the scene in front of him and didn't come back to his senses, but he heard the familiar sound of armored metal clashing behind him. And, the sound of uniform footsteps.

The voice of the King of Conquest sounded again, and there was no pride in his heart in his words.

"The world. This landscape is present in this world precisely because it is the image of the mind of all of us! ”

Everyone was attracted by the movement from behind, and from behind the tall sand dunes behind them, countless figures gradually appeared, holding weapons aloft and wearing battle armor. Queue, line. A well-disciplined and imposing army. It just appeared in front of their eyes out of thin air.

"Look, that's my unparalleled legion! Even though the * vanished, and its spirit was absorbed by the world as a heroic spirit, it is still loyal to me, the legendary warriors. ”

"The bond with them is my treasure, my king!" …

"The strongest treasure I'm proud of as Iskander, the Airoi (King's Army)!"

Accompanied by Iskandar's declaration, the completed legions suddenly erupted with a roar that almost shook the heavens and the earth, as if to respond to their king's expectations and show the majesty of the once invincible legion!

Webb looked at what he had done, at the army of thousands of people, and felt that he had subverted his own ideas all along.

"They...... Everybody!? ”

Here, Iskandar is no more, is not a hero of history, much less a rider.

He is Alexander the Great, King of the Conquests, Iskander!

The king of this invincible legion!

"It's been a long time, mate."

He sighed and stroked the neck of the black giant horse that walked beside him, as if he was nostalgic for the countless battles he had experienced with him.

However, remembrance is only instantaneous.

Iskandar turned to face his former subordinates, his face showing the majesty of a king.

"The so-called king is a figure who lives a more wonderful life than anyone else and makes everyone fall for it!"

"Yes! Yes, too! Yes, too! ”

Along with his words, countless soldiers in the legion raised their weapons in their hands and shouted in agreement with his words.

"Only those who gather the admiration of thousands of warriors and stand like a road sign can be kings! Therefore, the king is not alone! Because its will is the collection of the aspirations of all its subjects! ”

"Yes! Yes, too! Yes, too! ”

With a tyrannical smile on his horse, the rider turned his head to look at the hundreds of black figures on the other side of the sandbar, "So, let's get started, Assassin." ”

Hearing this, the spearhead finally turned to their side, and a large group of assassins couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Anyone who sees this scene at this time will feel comfortable. Whether it is strength or numbers, the opponent is all overwhelmingly superior, how can this fight!

"As you can see, the battlefield we are materializing is the plains. I'm sorry, but the geographical advantage is on our side......"

Although it seems to be quite modest, if you know the character of Alexander the Great, you can already guess the next plot.

I saw Iskander take out the war sword he carried with him and point straight ahead.

"The !! of Ravage"

With the order of their king, the entire legion charged.

The yellow sand flies, and the people and horses constitute an ancient battlefield that almost obscures the sky and the sun, completely restoring the domineering wind of the king's army in ancient times during the war!

Faced with a charge led by Iskander, the Assassin stood still, barely moving.

He was imprisoned in the opponent's inherent barrier, and there was no way to escape unless he defeated Iskander.

But how can they, who were originally "assassins", defeat the conquering king who can be regarded as a top heroic spirit in the "cavalry" position?

With an overwhelming advantage in strength and numbers, not to mention the fact that this is a plain where the Assassins are completely unable to use their skills.

There is no doubt that the battle situation is, as Iskandar said, a complete crush!

With little effort wasted, the Assassin had been wiped out by Iskandar and his King's army.

On this sandy plain, countless people raised their weapons and raised their heads to the sky, celebrating the victory of another battle of their invincible legion!

Saber and the others, who were still in place, watched this scene and were speechless.

In her eyes, such a battle, such a special relationship between kings and ministers, and the cry that seemed to run through the hearts of the whole people after the victory were all things that were too far away from her.

If this is what Iskandar calls "the wind of kings", then what is the "king" she represents? (To be continued)