CHAPTER 270: I CAN FLY!

Bai Shuo gently flicked away the flying ash from his fingertips, and after a long time, he raised his head and replied to him: "The Endless Sea does not exist. ”

"Liang Chengcheng is my team member, I am his captain. Although he is a little crazy, he is still very good. Bai Shuo looked into Iskandar's eyes: "You see, sometimes the answer to a question is predestined long before it is asked. ”

Iskandar shook his head: "The Endless Sea exists, but you can't see it. ”

"If you can't be my warrior, then you're my enemy." Iskander's blade was bright, with a cold light that shattered everything that stood in its way: "I will take your head to the end of the Endless Sea myself." ”

"I'd love to accede to your challenge, but it's clear that your worst enemy isn't mine, at least, not right now." Bai Shuo looked at Gilgamesh, who was silently drinking in the sky, and his eyes were arrogant and cold.

The eyes of the two met, and Bai Shuo looked at each other's beautiful and majestic faces and smiled: "Someone can't wait." ”

"Oh?" Iskandar turned around and saw the determination in Gilgamesh's eyes, and smiled: "Do you want to fight a decisive battle again?" Gilgamesh? ”

"I said, I would kill you personally." Gilgamesh drank all the wine in his glass: "Since the crumbs below are so colorful, it's no problem to take your surname now." ”

"Let it be an end to you now, I can't bear it anymore."

The Ancient King finally stopped watching and issued his own challenge.

"Oh?"

Looking at Gilgamesh's red eyes, Iskandar did not have the slightest fear: "What an amazing enemy, it makes me more and more excited." ”

"Uh...... Hiss...... It hurts......"

Webb, who had been protected by the Heroic Spirit in the middle of the battle, woke up and leaned on the Kamui wheels and looked up at the sky: "Is it over?" ”

"No, no, my little master, it's just getting started." Iskandar looked around and laughed, "How does it feel, little master, there are enemies on all sides!" ”

"Rider......" Webber struggled to get up from the ground with the wheels, his face pale, too much loss of mana made him almost collapse.

But he couldn't faint now, he had a lot to say, but he couldn't.

For the first time, he met Iskandar's gaze and looked at him without timidity: "I am a magician of the Vilvett family, and I came to Winterwood to capture the Holy Grail to prove my talent, but now it doesn't matter.

"As your master, I admit that you are a heroic and unparalleled brave man, whether as a heroic spirit or a king, and you deserve to conquer the name of the king." Webb gasped, his pale face flushed with blood: "People like you deserve to win." ”

"This time, I will not back down, nor will I be afraid, I will witness your victory with my own eyes as a master."

He raised his palm, and the three spells shone red: "First command, I command you, rider, to win!" ”

A storm of magic converged from all directions and rushed into Iskandar's body.

Purple lightning burst out of the wheels of Kamui, like the chariots of the gods rushing down from the earth.

The Spell raised his rank power to the pinnacle.

"The second command, the King of Conquest, I command you to victory!"

The King of Conquest's red hair fluttered, his blood-red cloak hunted in the currents of magic, and a suit of bronze armor emerged from his body.

The conqueror who once led countless people to conquer thousands of miles and swallowed mountains and rivers returned to this world because of the power of the spell.

"Third order, Iskander!" Webb raised his voice and shouted with all his might: "I command you to win!" ”

Something awoke from the Heroic Spirit's body, visible to the naked eye, his already burly giant-like body changed again, this time, as majestic as a god.

The son of Zeus, the blood of Heklas awoke from his body, bringing with him the majesty of the gods.

And his skin has a texture like bronze, as if it is indestructible after being soaked in the water of the River Styx! Achilles' blood awakened at this time.

The Heroic Spirit of the Fourth Holy Grail War, the Heroic Spirit of the Ridier, the successor of Heklas in the Achilles bloodline, and the conquering king of thousands of miles - Alexander the Great.

In this way, the three spells raised the three aspects of Iskandar to the very top. At this moment, the power of the conquering king has exceeded its original limit, reaching a level that is not comparable to that of Gilgamesh.

Coming out of the storm, the king of conquest, like a god descending from the earth, showed a heroic smile and personally pulled Weber to his car: "Witness my victory, master!"

The thunderous chariot drove past Bai Shuo's side, and the eyes of Bai Shuo and the conquering king met, revealing the excitement and battle intent between the powerful enemies.

Although he had been longing for the battle between the King of Conquest and Gilgamesh, Bai Shuo suddenly found that he had more important things to do, and this battle could not be seen with his own eyes after all.

Who will win between the King of Conquest and Gilgamesh?

He didn't know, but there were more important things for him to do now, such as finding Shen Feng's trace from beyond the ruins, among the group of puppets that kept gathering, and then practicing what he had said.

Let Shen Feng cry to himself in person!

Gilgamesh in the sky looked coldly at the scene under his feet, waiting for the king of conquest to respond, and had a subtle and interesting exchange with his lord...... "Careless, if ......"

"Pride and carelessness are part of the king's spirit, and it is too naΓ―ve to be serious for the sake of such a thing as a wish machine, which is related to the king's decency, and must not be compromised."

"Though I believe in archer, you are ...... there."

"I admit he has what it takes to be my enemy, but that's all."

"Well, then, I'm looking forward to your victory."

This is the end of the communication of the magic loop, but the battle has just begun.

Perched atop the flying ship Vimona, Gilgamesh watched coldly as Iskandar soared into the sky in a thunderous chariot.

When the King of Conquest had climbed to the same height as her, she uttered a mocking voice: "Rider, is that what you mean to be driven forward by your dreams and then drown in your dreams?" ”

"Drowning in the Endless Sea? It's really the end of a dream. Iskandar laughed and raised his sword: "Man's dream will never end!" ”

"It's an honor, today I will crush that childish dream to you with my own hands."

With Gilgamesh's voice, countless cold blades emerged from the void.

At the same time, purple thunder exploded from the sky.

The decisive battle between the conquering king and the ancient king finally began at this time.

―――――――――――― at this moment, there was a dead silence in the huge Dongmu Town, and outside a small building in the middle of nowhere, layers of black-clothed people surrounded the place.

All of Liang Chengcheng's clones in the city gathered here, but they did not approach within two meters of the small building, separated by an invisible boundary, as if there seemed to be an invisible beast within two meters, and they were not willing to move forward at all.

"Is this it?" Changsun Wu stood at the corner of the street, looking at the small building that was faintly dilapidated.

"Well, the last two of the Primordial Fire are hidden inside." Liang Chengcheng's body was sitting next to him, missing his legs and left hand, but he was more comfortable and relaxed than anyone else: "The captain explained, just kill them all." ”

Changsun Wu frowned and looked at the information in his hand: "That silver-haired little white face with a sword is very fierce, and I may not be able to beat it." ”

"Two people, one completely crippled, one almost completely crippled." Liang Chengcheng clasped his nose and eyes: "As long as you take out the crazy energy that you had when you smashed my house, it will not be a problem at all." ”

"No, why aren't you crazy?" Changsun Wu looked at Liang Chengcheng, who was sober: "I'm not used to it." ”

"I'm not crazy every day." Liang Chengcheng sat in the sun, basking in the somewhat gloomy sun, very comfortable: "I have to be sober once in a while." ”

"I shouldn't have struggled with you." Changsun Wu didn't catch his breath, and almost swallowed the foaming star into his trachea: "Since they are still seriously injured, shouldn't we sneak in?" It's too ostentatious to surround it with such fanfare, right? ”

Liang Chengcheng looked at Changsun Wu with the eyes of a madman, and being looked at like this by a madman, Changsun Wu was a little sad and indignant.

"I don't know how many traps and warning devices that the man named Shen Feng buried in before leaving, but it was enough to kill a person hundreds of times anyway."

Liang Chengcheng scratched his face and said distressedly: "I am afraid that it is not enough for so many doppelgangers to come to Tanlu, you rush in alone...... Hey. ”

The latter words turned into a silly smirk, but their meaning was self-evident.

"Yes, I'm cannon fodder anyway." Changsun Wu was a little depressed and put the pile of information on Liang Chengcheng's face: "This kind of thing is mine, Lao Tzu has not done it at the border, cannon fodder is cannon fodder." ”

"No, you're not cannon fodder." Liang Chengcheng uncovered the white paper on his face and said seriously: "You are high-level cannon fodder. ”

Changsun Wu turned around with a twitch: "I'm too lazy to complain about you." ”

Passing through the bustling and chatting assassins, Changsun Wu stood cautiously on the invisible boundary, carefully observing the traces of traps and traps.

He propped his palms on his knees, bent down to observe the dust on the ground, frowned, and said, "Although I can't understand it, but ...... Holy! ”

A tremendous force came from behind him, and the sole of one foot with a fierce and swift force, without a sound or sign, was carried on his ass.

β€œicanfly!”

The doppelgangers of the countless assassins behind them looked at the flying Changsun Wu, holding hands and cheering in unison, just like the narration of the cannon fodder in an inspirational drama.

(To be continued)