Even in this case, even if the people did not approve of it, Iskandar did not change himself, let alone think that he was wrong.

He believes that everyone has their own desires.

People who have no desires are lost.

The people of this world are nothing but lost in their desires in a false peace.

As long as they see his victorious appearance, as long as they see the figure of the king, all people will understand what they really want.

No matter what the era, no one can refuse the desire to win.

The King's Treasure, wide open.

One figure after another appeared beside Iskandar, those were his former subordinates, each exuding terrifying power, each one worshipping and fanatically looking at his king, they were only tens of thousands, but the combined momentum overwhelmingly defeated the millions of onlookers.

The voices of the people gradually subsided.

Their eyes widened as they watched as this army exuded a powerful aura, and even the figure of the king, who was surrounded by this army, grew tall.

"Is this Iskandar's profession?" Tosaka Tokitomi's expression was a little solemn.

"No, those are Heroic Spirits." Dilumudo suddenly said, "This should be a treasure. ”

Dilumudo, who is also a Heroic Spirit, can feel the breath of the treasure, and he is staring at Iskandar tightly at this time, looking for a monarch, he will not miss the opportunity to examine every monarch.

There is nothing like an opportunity to know the monarch better than the enemy.

Dilumudo is cautious now.

He wanted to find a true monarch who would serve him for the rest of his life.

"Ravage them!" Iskandar roared and swung his long sword, and the shouts of tens of thousands of people rang out together, and the deafening sound even rolled up a violent wind, hitting the barrier of the stage in a circle, and everyone who watched the battle turned pale, and some of the cowardly people trembled all over, completely lacking the courage to shout to defeat the tyrant just now.

When the king was just a man, he seemed powerless.

When the king is with his army, he is the embodiment of strength.

People fear and worship power.

This invincible Immortal Legion is completely different from the original Noble Phantasm, the Noble Phantasm is the embodiment of the legend and personality of the Heroic Spirit, the profession is the choice of the Heroic Spirit's heart and destiny, and like Artoria, Iskandar's profession is even more closely related to his Noble Phantasm.

Lorelei was already aware of this.

The strength of each soldier is nothing to them, but it is definitely not an ant whose strength is meaningless, and there is some direct connection between these soldiers.

For example, the spearman who was in close contact with Dilumudo at this moment.

His body seems to have condensed the strength of nearly 10,000 soldiers behind him, and every swing represents the wielding of nearly 10,000 people, and even the skills are the skills of nearly 10,000 people.

Immediately afterward, Iskandar also charged.

Behind him seemed to be connected to each soldier, condensed into an invincible force, driving the chariot and rushing straight towards Lorelei.

One against three.

In the form of one person, sanctions were launched against three people.

A flush appeared on Lorelei's face, which was both out of anger and respect, so she unceremoniously used one of her skills as a hole card.

The dragon that tore through space appeared.

"Don't bump into him, his strength comes from these soldiers, reduce the number of soldiers first!" Lorelei easily saw the nature of Iskander's profession.

The dragon roared and the ultra soldiers rushed forward.

But the moment he used this skill, a long knife slashed through the sky at lightning speed and pierced through.

Poof-

Lorelei dodged the heart, and the long knife slashed through his shoulder.

Blood flowers bloom.

This long knife, which was hundreds of meters long, was held in the hand of a man.

"Uchiha Itachi!" Lorelei called out the man's name.

There is already a feeling in my heart that it is not too secondary.

She is not familiar with Uchiha Itachi, but she also understands what kind of person this is, leaking news about her companions, and stabbing her companions at the last moment, such a person will not believe it anyway if she wants to say that she surrenders to Iskandar and is willing to fight for Iskander.

Then there is only one answer.

Unless you can win by standing there, you're going to stand there.

"Be careful! They should still have people! Lorelei easily judged this result.

Unsurprisingly, a roaring voice rushed out.

"Tosaka Tokitomi, die!"

It was a knight with black flames burning all over his body, his helmet completely obscured his appearance, only a red light emanated from his eyes, accompanied by a violent killing intent, and the black long stick full of red lines rushed towards Tosaka Tokitomi at a terrifying speed.

At this moment.

A hooded man watching the battle trembled uncontrollably.

It's really coming.

The heroic spirit that originally belonged to him is really responding to his promise at this moment - to appease his hatred that he can't rest assured even if he dies with the blood of Tosaka Toshitomi in front of him.

snatched his lover, snatched his Sakura, and had everything he cherished in life but disdained it.

"Kill him!" The wild goose laughed hysterically at night.

Tosaka seemed to vaguely hear the shouts behind him, but he didn't have time to turn back, and the tearing killing intent of the terrifying enemy in front of him made his face dazed.

He couldn't imagine when he had offended such a strong man.

However, the terrifying power has already arrived.

"Barrier!" Tosaka Tokitomi opened the barrier and quickly retreated.

He was an elegant mage, and he would never be foolish enough to get up close and personal with such an obviously melee foe.

Boom ——!

The barrier shattered the moment it touched it.

I couldn't even get in the way.

"Flame Barrier!" Tosaka Shichen waved his staff again, and directly used a purple epic skill.

This is the flame that melts everything.

Boom ——!

Lancelot's wielded club tore apart the flames, rushing out directly from the heat of nearly 10,000 degrees Celsius, and the pitch-black armor on his body was a little red, exuding a scorching aura, but the speed did not decrease but increased.

Madness, a complete madness that is desperate to rush over.

Tosaka was a little flustered.

"Barrier! Barrier! Barrier! ”

One spell after another was thrown out, and the magic was frantically vented, trying with all his might to prevent the other party from approaching.

He was always dismissive of reckless men, but in the face of the nearer and closer berserkers, he felt an inexplicable oppressive force.

No one can ignore a crazy top can opener.

But what's going on?

What did he do to make this Heroic Spirit so angry?