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The power of chaos enveloped the whole world, and the thoughts of the heroic spirits eroded reality, re-manifesting the endless journey in front of Gilgamesh, the dry and frenzied air currents rolling up the golden sand, the fiery heaven and earth, the fiery battlefield, but even more blazing than it was the frenzy of the warriors who wanted to ignite the heavens and the earth here. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wait, are you going to start the journey again?"

Gathered from the other side of time and space, the thoughts of the Heroic Spirits who once shared the same dream with the King are gathering under the sword of Iskander. The endless sky, the horizon hazy in the heat. Anyone can take their hearts for it. The hearts of the brave who yearn for the battlefield have traveled through time and space, eroded reality, and turned the bridge near the coast into a whirlwind plain, and then one by one, the heroic spirits clenched their blades and stepped on the stage of the decisive battle.

“。。 Yes.. "Even if it wasn't the first time he had seen the majesty of Iskandar's [King's Army], the wordless impact had not weakened in the slightest, and even after understanding the true existence of this incomparably powerful treasure, Weber's heart was mixed with indescribable shock and awe.

Those resolute and fearless faces are the bonds with the king thousands of years ago, and this bond even crosses the barriers of time and space and life and death, and their battlefields are sublimated to eternity, and there is no need to choose the place of manifestation - as long as the conquering king raises the banner of domineering again, the courtiers will follow him to the ends of the earth!

That is the glory of being with the King!

It was the joy of blood born from fighting side by side!

With his sword pointed diagonally ahead, Iskandar turned his back to the warriors who had been called, and laughed heroically: "O my fellow citizens, in front of me is an existence worthy of conquest like an endless sea. Come and show us all the glory of this!"

With a roar, the long sword in his hand slashed forward: "Ravage!"

“alaalaalaalala~”

The power stirred up by the collective charge of more than tens of thousands of heroic spirits instantly rolled up a magical shock like a storm tide, and countless heroes who left a great name in history followed the king's back, charging wildly towards Gilgamesh, the king's roar. The knights echoed themselves, and even Webber let out a faint roar of rage, joining the surging waves, while on the other side of the army, Gilgamesh's face showed no trace of fear, but his arms folded around his chest, and he looked indifferently at the terrible army that was about to crush everything, and his golden figure shimmered like a precipitous lonely peak, standing still in the angry waves.

"Let the horses come. Lord of the Overlords. Let me let you know now what it means to be a true king......"

“ex-calibur！”

The brilliant golden sword light pierced the space, but I don't know if it was because of the lack of strength, this terrifying sword light was far less terrifying than the previous outburst, which also gave Lancer a chance to survive, the scarlet magic spear almost turned into a roaring dragon in the knight's fingers, firmly wrapping the knight's tall and slender figure, and then. It was completely swallowed by the golden sword light.

"Huhuhu~" gasped sharply, and bean-sized sweat drops dripped on the ground along the girl's pretty face. But Saber's hands holding the golden sword did not relax at all—in the gradually dissipating waves, a slender body slowly appeared, the cyan half-body battle armor had cracked fine cracks, and the crimson blood spread into a piercing pool of blood on the ground, but the demonic eyes were still burning bright and blazing.

"Saber yo... "The runes on the scarlet spear have faded. Immediately, it turned into dim dust and disappeared with the wind, and the huge cursed power contained in it, which ignored all magical power, turned into a whirlwind and dispelled all the magical existence around the lancer, such a powerful power is also the last light of the [Red Rose of Demon Breaker].

In the face of the brilliance of Saber's Sword of Oath of Victory, the magic spear that has created countless legends with Dilumudo has finally completed its final mission.

Disappeared in. Dilumudo in his hands.

"Our duel hasn't started yet!" In a low and cold voice, Lancer kicked his feet, and his slender figure pulled out a long series of afterimages and pounced on the tired girl, the golden spear in his hand turned into a storm in the air and frantically stabbed the girl's vital points, and the lancer's marksmanship who gave up the spear became more and more fierce and fierce, and for a while, Altoria only had defensive strength, which was obviously a good situation, but Dilumudo's heart was cast with a faint shadow at this time-

A thousand years ago, when he died in the battle of the cursed pig plague, he had only one in his hand, this [Yellow Rose that Will Be Destroyed]!

"Cut... ”

With a low shout, the short gun in Lancer's hand became more and more violent!

Boom boom boom~

The wanton roar was extremely harsh in the city of Fuyuki, which had experienced a disaster, and an ordinary black sedan was like an angry beast at this time, and it was so fast that it had almost pulled out a faint afterimage, and then in a piercing friction sound, the black sedan stopped in a gorgeous half-spin, the door was pushed open by a powerful palm, and a man in a black trench coat leaned out of the car, carrying a black box that looked similar to a guitar case on his back, and after taking a deep breath, the man looked up at the one in front of himThe 'destination', the Hyatt Regency, the tallest and most luxurious hotel in Fuyuki City, has become very chaotic under the attack of the demons, and the broken glass, messy furnishings, and the smell of blood that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved undoubtedly proves it.

Here, it has become a dead realm! except...

Thirty-second floor!

Squinting slightly, looking at the luxurious floor that was still intact, the rich and pure magic enveloped it with subtle rules - magic enchantment, and at least above the twentieth floor, it was almost a 'war fortress' level existence.

Stretching out his hand to straighten his trench coat, the man strode into the dilapidated luxury hotel: "Maimi." I've arrived, everything, according to plan!"

"Roger!"

"Hello... I'm Chen Fei!"

The black-armored Berserker clutched the hilt of his sword tightly, the warm touch was still in his hand, but the gentle and harmless smile in his eyes made his whole body stiffen: "You're not... Are you dead?"

"Heh~ How is it possible!"

He shook his head with a light smile. The slender palm pressed towards the Berserker's shoulder, causing the latter's body to move, subconsciously retreating backwards, as the existence of a heroic spirit, even if he was not good at agility and speed, he also retreated a considerable distance in an instant, but before he could take a breath, the broad touch from his shoulder made his body stiffen, and his pupils suddenly dilated - how could it be!

Bang~

Before he could say a word. An unstoppable huge force erupted from the palm that was not too big, and the body of Berserker retreated fiercely, and the tall body that was like a steel fortress flew backwards like a cannonball, and above the void in place, Chen Fei gasped and floated slightly, his right hand slowly held the dark golden long sword pierced into the abdomen, and with a slight frown, the dark golden long sword was pulled out in the blood that spurted out. It left a huge sword mark on Chen Fei's body, but before more blood could pour out. A surging wave of magic suddenly appeared from the void, frantically pouring into Chen Fei's body like a hundred birds returning to the forest, and the huge sword marks immediately recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Whew~ Fortunately, Sakura used the power of the spell to restore my body to its best state, otherwise, I might have really planted it in this place!" With a flick of his wrist, the dark golden sword hummed and pointed diagonally to the ground. Feeling the feeling of weakness in his body disappear quickly under the effect of magic power, Chen Fei sighed fearfully in his heart.

"Chen... Fly!"

At this moment, a roar that was close to the roar of a beast came from the front, and the berserker stared at Chen Fei like an angry beast, and that face that was almost exactly the same as it was reflected in Chen Fei's perception. The latter frowned slightly, he was basically in a coma because he was plotted before, so he didn't understand what was happening, but this instinctive reaction was reflected in Berserker's eyes, but it made the latter more and more angry, and with a wave of his right hand, the broken military flag treasure reappeared, and it reappeared violently in the torrent of magic power, and countless remnants of the Yellow Turban reappeared in the world, and the rich sadness made Chen Fei's face stiffen, and then a clear stinging pain appeared in his heart-

It was not the pain felt because of the physical injury, it was the pain that could not be described and could not be forgotten as if something was lost! The huge pain became bigger and bigger, and it became clearer and clearer, so that Chen Fei's soul was also shocked, and then his eyes went black, and one picture passed through his mind like a movie.

“。。 Even if you die, you have no regrets, gentlemen... On the tragic battlefield of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, a brave Yellow Turban soldier was wounded by dozens of wounds, and after holding the Yellow Turban banner and laughing a few times, he unwillingly lowered his head.

Here, where is it?

The Throne of the Heroic Soul? We are the Heroic Souls? During his lifetime, he fought endlessly under the command of General Chen Fei, and after his death, he could still follow him to fight everywhere, how fast, how fast! In the midst of the light, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers were wearing battle armor, and the yellow cloth strip on their foreheads was as windless as fire, and in the queue, the previous Yellow Turban soldier was impressively listed, and his face was filled with the same glory and fanaticism as all other soldiers.

General, where, it's been a year ... Why do even us exist here, but heroes like the general have never appeared?

General, where, it's been a hundred years ...

General, where, it's been three hundred years ...

Countless dim pictures, the only thing that remains unchanged is the Yellow Turban warriors standing in the light like a forest, but, under the washing of the years, those fanatical eyes have emerged with a trace of determination-

It's been 500 years, general, you're definitely in trouble, you're definitely in trouble! It was that rough Yellow Turban soldier again, who came out of the crowd and turned to his companions and raised his arms and shouted: "Everyone, the life and death of the Lord are unknown, what face do we have to be comfortable here! I want to leave to look for the general's traces, but some people are willing to go with him!"

Trample!

Before he could finish speaking, all the Yellow Turban warriors took a step forward, and the sound of footsteps was continuous, as if a sleeping beast had been revived at this moment, and the light flashed again in those dim eyes.

So, they fell from the Valhalla Throne, and as heroes, they voluntarily ended up losing their minimum glory.

They have become the dead, their countenances are no longer clean, their eyes are no longer clear, and the terrible wounds of their bodies have reappeared ...

But even so, no one gave up, no one gave up!

Every warrior, dragging a broken body, struggled between heaven and earth, for a year, five years, a hundred years...

Until now ...

Bang~

The crystal water color seeped out from Chen Fei's already dim eyes, slid down his pale face, his upright body trembled incessantly in the void, and Berserker, who was also in tears on the other side, wiped his eyes fiercely, and hissed and roared: "Do you know! Do you know! They have been waiting for you for thousands of years, they are waiting for you, not me! Fallen to the glory of the heroic spirit, as a deceased, as the lowest ghost, they have pursued you for thousands of years! Even at this time, even the body is broken, even if even the consciousness is gone, they have not given up on you! Their broken body still remembers, and they still remember the roar under your command back then--Huang Tian should stand!"

As if coughing up the blood of the heart, the roar of sorrow came from afar in the air, and the remnants of the Yellow Turban soldiers underground seemed to understand something, holding the weapons that had not been put down for thousands of years, waiting silently, waiting for the call that they had been waiting for for a thousand years.

"I see... ”

Chen Fei's gray eyes have slowly opened, obviously dim pupils, but at this time there is a bright and unforgettable light, the dark golden sword in his hand was raised smoothly, and then the surging magic power suddenly erupted, turning into a whirlwind to wrap him in it, and the rich magic power turned into substance, and the black hideous battle armor firmly covered Chen Fei's body in the sound of killing metal friction, and a blood-stained yellow on his forehead danced wildly in the wind, just like back then.

Airplanes~

With a flick of his wrist, the long sword roar like a dragon's roar resounded in the sky, and the figure of the remnants of the Yellow Turban who was originally silent on the ground trembled violently, and the fanatical battle intent in his dim eyes became more and more boiling, and in the void, Chen Fei seemed to have not noticed everything, holding the sword high in one hand, and there were tears on his pale face, but it was a look of pride and pride, and fell into the air word by word.

"The enemy breaker, the Yellow Turban General Chen Fei, the armies... Where?"

In the next moment, a fierce and tragic roar suddenly rose into the sky, and countless remnants of the soldiers suddenly clenched their right hands into fists and slammed into the broken armor, screaming angrily.

"Wait, here, welcome the return of the general!"

"Wait, here, welcome the return of the general!"

"Wait, here, welcome the return of the general!"

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