Hearing Rider's words, Archer looked over with contempt. Gilgamesh has always been very contemptuous of God, but he still agrees with Rider, so he didn't laugh at it at this time.

When Rider calmed down, he looked at Archer and John, and the sword in his hand was pointed at the two: "Charge!"

"Have you started?" John looked at the warriors who were pouring in like a tide, and the Rider who was leading in front of them, and also had a headache: there were too many people, and if you used melee combat, it would be overwhelmingly disadvantageous. Thinking like this, John sighed: it still has to be opened with a magic spell.

Indeed, if it is only one enemy, or a few enemies, it would be a good way to use melee combat, even if there are more of them, you can use long weapons to fight, but now you are facing a whole army, with complete armor, an army with a very complete combination of long-range and short-range attacks, an invincible army that has swept the entire continent! If you only rely on yourself to engage in white-knuckle combat with them, it will definitely be very disadvantageous. Just like what the Primogem Soul said, melee players are okay in the face of the final boss, and in the face of large-scale enemies, it is better to use the group attack of the master.

Thinking of this, John put down the broadsword in his hand, stretched out his right hand, and took out a very long wand from the void - the wet rod. The Wet Staff comes from the Ring of Seals and is a staff that uses dark magic. Originally, John didn't care about these magic skills, but after seeing the overwhelming stalkers of the black dragon Midier, he became interested in the dark art he discovered before, "The Stalker". This magic may not seem very powerful, but it will automatically track enemies and attack directly from the dark side of the soul, which can work very well in certain places, such as now. Thinking of this, John took the magic wand and lightly pestled the ground twice. The two muffled sounds of "Knock, Knock" spread throughout the space, and even if Rider was in the army with the earth-shattering roar, he could hear it clearly.

"Be careful, our opponent is not only a warrior, he is also a powerful magician!" Rider said to the army behind him, "We must interrupt his movements before he unleashes his magic!" "You must know that Greece, Egypt and India are all countries with outstanding magical civilizations, and Iskandar, as the conqueror, has fought with them more than once, so naturally he has his own set of ways to deal with them. As Rider's command was delivered, countless warriors put their knives back into their scabbards, took out a throwing spear from their backs, and with the power of the dash, countless throwing spears were thrown out of the phalanx, accompanied by countless bursts of arrows. Arrows and spears were like dark clouds, overwhelmingly pressing over. Iskandar didn't just look at it, the short sword in his hand swung out, and countless thunderbolts rained down from the sky on the flying arrows and spears.

With a hint of solemnity in his eyes, John, before the arrows and spears arrived, flicked his wings and flew towards the sky, brushing against the torrent of fire.

On the other side, Gilgamesh was not idle, and although Iskandar was focused on John's side, he still divided a lot of troops to attack Gilgamesh. This is a war, and everyone is facing the enemy, so naturally no one will be left behind.

"Hmph, madman!" Gilgamesh muttered to himself, and with a wave of his hand, countless Phantasm Designs shot out from the wall behind him, charging directly at the charging army. In the face of the attack, countless warriors with large shields in their hands quickly stepped forward and blocked the attack on the other side of the shield, even if there were occasional warriors who were knocked over, the gap he left was filled by his companions behind. Until the rain of swords stopped, this seemingly large-scale attack had very small results.

"Tsk. Gilgamesh whispered. Yesterday was not like that. Looking at the blessings that appeared on these warriors, Archer knew that this was the blessing of the gods. If I'm not mistaken, it's what Rider said earlier, the blessings of Ares and Athena. "That's why I said, gods or something, it's the most annoying!" he said, and the treasure behind him was launched again. This time, it was not like the previous projection that had no choice, but it carefully selected countless treasures that had the experience of killing gods in legends and projected them towards the army.

The effect of this time is naturally more outstanding than the last time, and many people in the charging army were smashed to the ground for a while, and some of the comrades behind them tripped up, so that the phalanx that was originally wrapped in overwhelming momentum did not feel that it had slowed down, for fear of accidentally stepping on the body of its companions, and the momentum naturally stagnated. Archer didn't care about that, he still stood still, his hands on his chest and looking at the army in front of him.

Seeing that the pace of his own charge was disrupted, Ptolemy I, who was temporarily the commander of this army, immediately ordered: "The shield guards are protected in front, the archers are ready to shoot, and the other soldiers take out their throwing guns, this time the target is the most ancient king, cheer me up!" As the order was given, some soldiers with large shields walked up to the front row, and half-crouched down with the soldiers before them, blocking the warriors behind them, and at the same time, the arrows accompanied the throwing spears to the position where Archer was standing.

But at this time, Archer didn't care about these arrows and spears at all, what he saw was John who had already flown into the air, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes: "Damn clown, who gave you the right to stand on the head of the king?" With a wave of his hand, countless chains appeared from the void, blocking himself tightly. The chain-made wall did its job well, and countless arrows were fired at it, making a series of "clanging" sounds, and then being bounced to the ground. Even though the attacks from outside had formed a small hill, not a single weapon had penetrated the wall.

"Come on, you'll be able to break through in no time!" Ptolemy I yelled at his teammates in encouragement, seeing that the wall had loosened a little, and it seemed that he could break the chain immediately. Before the second attack could be organized, the chains had already disappeared on their own. "Good opportunity!" Ptolemy I's eyes flashed, and he was about to give the order for an immediate attack, but he didn't want to be startled by the view behind the chains, and forgot to give the order for a moment: it was a strange machine, its whole body shining like gold in the light of lightning, and their enemies were already sitting on the throne above this machine, their eyes fixed on the air. Following Archer's gaze, an inhuman figure appeared in the air.

Shaking his head, Ptolemy I came to his senses and was ready to give the order to attack, when the machinery under Archer's seat roared and flew into the sky.