Everything was silent again, as if the scene of the invasion of thousands of horses just now was all an illusion.

The mushroom clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, but the smoke and dust on the ground had not dispersed, and the sporadic fires had not disappeared, but the five huge deep pits were still very conspicuous.

In the center of the crater, there was some scarlet magma, and the heat wave and steam were still surging on it, and the hot fluid slowly flowed along the countless cracks, forming a series of red spider webs.

"Ahem."

On the Kamui wheel, Webb coughed a few times, his hair was curled, and his face was covered with dust.

There was still a look of horror on his face, because of the battle of the house, he knew that Wuming had this move, but at the same time, the five "nuclear bombs" were still beyond his expectations.

Defeated.

Webb had an understanding in his heart, and he looked at Rider beside him, who had just protected him with his body.

The emperor had many burns on his skin, and his red cloak was also tattered, making him look a little embarrassed.

But his face was still calm, and there was no frustration to be seen.

The reason why he and Webb are still alive is that in addition to avoiding the center of the explosion just in time, it is also because of the protection of Shenwei's wheels, this treasure has a certain protective effect.

However, the Shenwei wheels were also damaged as a result.

The skin of the two sacred cows was oozing blood, and their bodies were full of severe burns, lying on the ground dying, and the frame was cracked in many places, and it was scorched black everywhere.

The emperor didn't say a word, and stared at the man not far away with deep eyes.

With white hair dancing in the wind, and there was indifference in the dark pupils, Wu Ming just stood there, giving people a sense of extraordinary oppression like a 10,000-meter lonely peak.

The Emperor jumped off the damaged Kamui wheel.

He drew his shiny saber and remained silent, walking towards Wuming step by step, leaving Webber with a resolute back.

“Rider！！”

Webb's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but shout.

The young man knew that his servant was going to die, he just took the time to observe Wu Ming, and the magic aura on the other party's body was still abundant, without a trace of decline.

What a terrible strength this is.

Not only did it easily defeat tens of thousands of troops, but it was also unscathed, and it didn't seem to even be consumed.

The Emperor walked without stopping, sword in his arm, and walked towards the man on the mound not far ahead.

On the crimson wilderness, Wren raised his hand slightly, and thousands of treasures flowed with cold light, rising from the ground.

The swords, guns, swords, and halberds were pressed together, obscuring the starlight, casting a large black shadow, and the emperor faced those treasures alone, advancing in the shadow of death.

A look of despair flashed in Webb's eyes.

Why, that nameless Heroic Spirit was so powerful, even the army of tens of thousands of servants was vulnerable in front of him.

Desperate and scared.

But the boy still suppressed the fear of death in his heart, jumped off the wheel of Kamui, and staggered after him.

"Rider, wait for me!"

Hearing the boy's almost desperate cry, the emperor finally stopped.

He glanced back at the thin young man who was still running towards him with tears on his face, his body trembling.

The muscular King of Conquest had a pleased smile on his face, but soon became very serious again:

"Go back, this is not the place for you to fight."

"Why? Rider, haven't I joined your crew? The excitement made Webb tremble, and tears poured down his face.

By the time he reached the Winterwood Bridge, he had become a courtier of Iskander.

Weber's words made the Lord of the Overlord smile.

To the courtiers, the king's smile was a reward that surpassed all rewards.

The boy burst into tears, raised his head and suppressed the hesitation and fear in his heart, but before he could step forward to die with the king, the king stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Webb Velvett, it is my duty as a king to reveal my dreams, and as a courtier, your duty is to see clearly the dreams displayed by the king and pass them on to future generations."

The King of Conquest still looked domineering, and with a hearty smile and a very firm tone, he commanded:

"Live, Webb. To witness it all, and then live to tell it all! Tell the world how happy your king lives, and how vigorous and swift Iskandar's Mercedes is! ”

He refused the boy's request to fight with him.

They didn't get along for a long time, but the emperor knew Wuming very well.

If Webber stepped forward at this moment, Wuming would not show mercy, and if he stayed where he was, there would be no danger.

It is the enemy who charges forward, and it is the passerby who stays to watch.

The Emperor understands Wuming's character, that guy has his own set of acting philosophy, he has always been right about things and not people, and he will neither kill innocents indiscriminately, nor be merciful.

Webb lowered his head and never lifted it again.

The Emperor immediately turned away, without any words, and before the oath, even parting was meaningless.

Because under Iskander's command, the bond between the king and his subordinates is eternal beyond time and space.

A majestic horse came running out of nowhere, this is the emperor's mount, the "king's army" has collapsed, but this horse has not disappeared.

"Alright, let's go, Busefalas!"

The King of Conquest stepped onto his horse, took the reins, kicked his mount in the flank, and began his final gallop.

"Ahh

He let out a mighty roar and rushed towards the great enemy that awaited him.

He was a military commander and knew very well that the winner had been decided, but so what, what if he couldn't win?

He didn't give up or despair, just the excitement that almost popped out of his chest.

Amazing, that guy is so powerful, not only are all the soldiers in the world in his hands, but it is also easy to liberate five treasures in one go.

This man is his last enemy.

If you can overcome that difficulty and conquer him, then tens of thousands of troops will cooperate with tens of thousands of treasures, and you will be an invincible army in the world!

Such an army is enough to fight to the end of the world!

A teenager once thought so.

What can you see on the other side of the mountains?

What is there on the other side of the sky?

When men were teenagers, they all had such fantasies.

How many people have thought like this, let go of all their burdens, go to the thousands of peaks, cross rivers, lakes and seas, go to distant foreign countries, and go to the end of the world......

"Glory is in the distance" – it is because it is unattainable that we have to challenge.

In order to look at the courtiers with his back, he must also sing the praises of the way of the overlord and show the posture of the overlord.

The Emperor let out a long laugh and galloped across the wilderness with his beloved horse.

A heavy whistling sound was projected from the Noble Phantasm, and he steered his steed, nimbly dodging the cold-lit swords, but there were too many weapons, and blood kept splashing from his strong body.

But compared to the pleasure of Mercedes, this level of pain is nothing at all.

He has walked all the way, how many lofty mountains, how many Yangtze rivers, how many difficulties and obstacles...... He also once cowered, saying that the other end of the mountain is still a mountain, and when he crosses a river, he will only see the next river.

It can't be reached at all—the end of the world.

However, in a trance, it was as if I heard the sound of waves in the distance, and saw the legendary twilight coast, with nothing but waves and waves, the boundless sea of eternity.

The endless sea, imprinted in the king's dreams, was the place where he could not see it in the end.

Boom - boom!

As soon as the Treasure Armor fell, and the blood burst out, there was a hissing sound, and the Emma Bu Sefalas fell.

Cracked ground, in the light of exploding fire, the Emperor had no time to mourn for his dear friend who had completed his mission, he raised his sword and ran with his own feet.

Where can it rush, and where will it fall?

He didn't think about it, and he couldn't stop.

Wren just stood quietly in the wilderness, he saw, he saw the man's dream, he heard, he heard the sound of the tide at the end of the world.

The king's army had collapsed, but the man's mind remained—the waves hidden beneath the scorching desert, ethereal but real.

The shore at the far end was empty, and the waves crashed back and forth, the sound of the waves of the final sea of this world.

Out of respect, Wren stretched out a hand, and the magic power surged, and a blue-purple magic knife condensed into shape.

He grasped the magic knife and stepped out, and the figure disappeared in place in an instant, rushing towards Iskandar at full speed.

Such an enemy needs to be cut with his own hands.

"Haha...... Ahahahaha! ”

The Emperor watched the arrival of the powerful enemy, and couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh, and scarlet blood spilled from the multiple wounds on his body, and soon stained the soles of his feet.

Listen to the sound of the waves crashing in your chest.

The damp touch of the soles of his feet made him feel like he was running on the shoreline, and the feeling of his toes breaking through the sea foam was really pleasant!

Above the wilderness, under the stars.

The two sides held weapons and rushed towards each other, almost in the blink of an eye, and they got close to each other.

The blazing war spirit is high, and there is no wave of murderous surging opportunities.

The muscles of Wren's arm bulged, and the starry qi in his body frantically poured into the magic knife, tearing through the atmosphere with one sword, and the blade that was about to emerge from the afterimage emitted a faint blue cold light.

"Drink, ahhhhh

With a powerful enemy in front of him, the Emperor let out a resounding cry and slashed the sword of Sepulut with his arm!

They raised their swords almost simultaneously.

In the next second, the sword and sword light pierced the night sky in an instant!

I don't know why the blink of an eye was stretched for eternity, as if even the passing time had stopped.

The two staggered, the wind blowing each other's coats from the sword.

Without any warning or vein, a bright vermilion blood flower bloomed on the earth!

With a clang, the sword also fell to the ground, and the emperor woke up like a dream, his burly body shook, and his knees fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

There was a huge wound in his chest, bleeding profusely, and the wound spread all the way to his right arm, not only was he almost disemboweled, but even his right hand holding the sword was nullified.

"Soon the knife, I didn't see your moves."

The corners of the Emperor's blood-stained mouth showed a wry smile, and he fought in close quarters, his sword of Sepulut did not cut the enemy, but Wuming's sword slashed him.

This proves that the opponent's martial arts are much higher than him.

Although there were some speculations before, when I really faced it, I found that this guy had no weaknesses at all, and his ranged melee was all full, and he was as strong as a monster.

Caster, a class that should have been the weakest, has come such a guy.

Wren picks up the Emperor's sword, the Sword of Seprut, the distant ravages of Domination, an A+-class weapon that can be used to summon the Wheel of Divine Power.

Silently recite a sentence of analysis in my heart.

The emperor's eyes moved, he roughly knew what Wu Ming was doing, and he had projected the wine spoon during the king's banquet before.

The projection magic of chicken ribs has been used to this extent.

The emperor didn't think much about it, it was normal for the loser to be robbed of his treasure.

He gazed at the crimson wilderness of blood and fire, with corpses piled up like illusory bodies, and swords, guns, swords, and halberds stuck in the earth like tombstones.

The devastated land, desolate, dilapidated, dead and silent...... Silently recounts the tragic battles of the past.

"Wuming, you don't have a dream, your heart is already full of holes." The Emperor shook his head and sighed.

He didn't know his story, but all that was left in this devastated wilderness was pain and loneliness.

Wren came to the King of Conquest with the magic sword and sword in hand, looked at him calmly, and said in an indifferent tone:

"The people I've ever seen are all the same, either wine, women, gods, families, kings, dreams, wealth, children, power, or, songs, movies...... If you don't indulge in something, you probably won't be able to survive.

All people are slaves to something, and so are you. King of Conquest, what are you intoxicated with? The Endless Sea? ”

He was told this by a man named Kenny Ackerman, who had been imprisoned by his own hands.

As if he didn't expect him to say such a thing, the emperor was stunned when he heard this, and was silent for a while before he spoke:

"yes, yes."

"King of Conquest, have you awakened from your dream? There is no such thing as an endless sea, there is no end to this planet. ”

"Yes, all the way to the pursuit, across the hot desert, over the bitter cold mountains, across the raging river, escape from the fangs of unknown beasts...... In the end, it seemed like a distant dream. ”

The Emperor sighed softly.

When he came to this era, opened the map, and found that the Macedonian Empire was only a small part of the world, he was happy, because there was still a vast place to conquer.

However, the world is also a ball, there is no such thing as an end, and the end is only a return to the original point.

How ironic.

Laugh at~

In a flash of cold light, Wren stabbed Rider in the chest, and a large amount of blood sprayed out wildly, staining the ground red.

Blood spilled from the corners of the Emperor's mouth, and his consciousness began to blur.

He narrowed his misty eyes and glanced up at the stars in the night sky, the wisps of light that emerged from the silent darkness, giving people an obscure warmth.

When he was dying, he seemed to realize something, and suddenly his eyes widened to meet Wuming's profound gaze.

Is it really important that the world is so vast and so beautiful, and there is no place called the Endless Sea?

The dream I had in Asia Minor a long time ago – to see the same dream again in this Far East.

Thinking of all this wonder, Iskandar smiled:

"Wuming, the universe is so vast, maybe on the other side of the starry sky, there is an endless sea?"

"Of course." Wren drew his magic knife and responded to him seriously.

"Haha, I misunderstood you before, how can a man who can have a galaxy in his heart not have dreams."

Looking up at the incomparably distant, even a little illusory Milky Way, the Emperor laughed heartily.

Only now did he understand this man, even if he stood on the devastated wilderness, even if he thought that his dream was illusory, the sea of stars still did not disappear.

Heart-image, heart-to-heart.

Wren stuck the sword of Sepulut in front of Rider: "My journey is the sea of stars, conquer the king, and give you this sentence." ”

"My journey is the sea of stars."

Finally, after answering such a gentle answer, the emperor showed an innocent smile like a child.

He liked this sentence very much, what if there was no end to the journey, and the scenery along the way never disappointed him.

The next dream is almost about to begin.

Listening to the sound of the ocean tide on the other side of the plane, Rider slowly closed his eyes and quietly disappeared in place.

The sea at the end of the world has arrived.