I'm Really Strong

"—No sting, no sting, no stinging, no stinging, no stinging!"

This was the first time in Bai Ziqing's life that he played with a spear.

However, even so, even if it was the first time he was fiddling with a spear, Di Lumudu in the distance widened his eyes in astonishment: "That's it?"

"Dilmodo's marksmanship!"

Even if Wei Gong is not an expert in the martial arts of double spears, but only from the superficial appearance of the long spear and short spear in Bai Ziqing's hands and his own combat experience, it is enough to see that it is Dirumu who previously fought against the sword-rank knight king. Lots of gun skills.

"Although it's jerky, can you already learn this level in such a short period of time..." Even the quilt king was shocked by Bai Ziqing's display, "Such a terrifying ability to learn and the ability to treat the body If you put it in the past era, you will undoubtedly become the top knight that surpasses Lord Lancelot.”

Bai Ziqing is still unparalleled.

The two spears in their hands were killing the infantry guards, and every time they waved, they stirred up a series of blood and severed limbs.And when the blade was about to lose its hold, the majestic magic power was poured into the weapon, and the golden brilliance burst out from the army, and a large number of soldiers with themselves as the center flew out.

"—No scorpion!!!"

"...Magic release." Emiya recognized this move, "Did you learn it from Berserker? That's right, after all, the basic principle of Berserker's Noble Phantasm liberation is the release of magic."

On the battlefield, a strange scene appeared.

Bai Ziqing couldn't support the high-intensity battle with the two guns in his hands, and the magic power released turned into debris and dissipated. After re-forming his arms and arms, an open space with a radius of about two meters appeared around him.The soldiers turned their shields into lines of defense, and their spears into barriers, and the spears were aimed at the enemy generals in the open space.

Bai Ziqing tilted his head from side to side: "I'm not shooting a costume movie, I want to restrain me, this level of encirclement is like using a [-]-centimeter-high den, hoping to be as naive as the dogs everywhere in the house. !"

"Let's be your opponent!"

In the encirclement, two generals rushed out, one was the one-eyed Antico whom he had seen from a distance before, and the other was an unfamiliar face.

"The son of Agathocles, Lesimachus of Pera, the king's close guard." The man holding a round shield and a spear and wearing armor with obvious Greek characteristics closely followed Bai Ziqing's footsteps.

"Lesimachus." Bai Ziqing recalled the historical materials, "the successor, the king of Thrace, the king of Thrace and Asia Minor, the king of Macedonia. In order to compete with several other generals of Alexander the Great for the right of inheritance, in 315 BC , he participated in the alliance between Cassander, Ptolemy and Seleucus - Antigonus, and even killed his son in his later years?!"

When it came to the end, Bai Ziqing had already turned his eyes to Antico next to Lacey Marcus: "Hello, is it appropriate, one-eyed Antico. Is this guy your enemy?"

Bai Ziqing felt more and more that "The King's Army" was not a sublimation of the legend of Iskandar's life, but more like a satire.

Iskandar, who appeared in the world as a Servant at the end of the 20th century and used this Noble Phantasm, should have been as ashamed as Matou Kariya who saw the book "The Dark Swordsman Kalia" as an adult Yes, but—

Is Iskandar still proud?

But since this idiot can still be so happy in the face of a group of guys who divided up his empire after his death, he is too lazy to burst the bubble-like fun of Iskandar, anyway--

Iskandar is about to return to the Throne of Heroes.

Dream, let him do it for a while.

"...Now, you are the enemy of the king." Antico's voice was deep, and he seemed a little reluctant, but there was perseverance in this reluctance, "Not to mention that we are already dead."

"It is more important to kill Iskandar's enemies first than the blood feud of my son? It turns out that I have a deep understanding of your consciousness. Although I can't understand it at all, I will choose to respect it accordingly.

"—Leave the head!"

Fight, start again.

In the distance, Iskandar sat on the bullock cart, watching the army gradually disappear in the brilliance of sword light and Noble Phantasm.He slowly looked up to the sky. As a military strategist, he already understood that his defeat was coming, and he chose to smile and bravely face his defeat.

He is the king of conquest, he is Iskandar, and he will die on the road of conquest.

Now it's just a trivial matter of encountering an opponent he can't conquer.

"Hey, boy, what do you think?"

Iskandar smiled and looked at the little guy beside him.

"..."

Webb wanted to say something, but finally shook his head.

"That's right. It's too early for you to talk about the joy of conquering the world, so at least you feel your heartbeat, right?" Iskandar smiled and patted Weber's head, then suddenly picked Weber up, Thrown outside the ox cart.

"...Well." Weber nodded.

"It's good over there!" Iskandar showed a hearty smile, "If I can leave some traces of my visit to Iskandar in this brand-new era, it's not a waste to go on this journey-hey, come on. Someone lead a horse and send the kid over there."

Iskandar pointed to the spectator seats of Gilgamesh and the others in the distance.

"Rider?" Weber was taken aback.

"Boy, stand behind me and watch. Take a good look, then keep the king's body in your mind, and wait until you've enriched your life to think about what's right and what's wrong -- after all I was severely criticized by that strong and disrespectful Master.

"Let's go, hurry up now. Otherwise, it won't be worth waiting to die under Berserker's Noble Phantasm. Oh wait, the cavalry regiment is gone, right? As for the horse..."

"咴-"

A dark horse came from the formation, making Iskandar's eyes light up: "Yo, Buhiphalas!"

The dark horse came to Iskandar and gently rubbed the king's chest, feeling the breath of the master he hadn't seen for a long time.And Iskandar gently stroked his horse's hair.

"It's been a long time, Aibo! It's a pity that this is not the time to reminisce. Then this kid will be handed over to you, this is the king's order?"

"咴——!!"

Xuan'er, the dark horse carried the young magician and ran out of the formation.

Looking at the silhouette of Iskandar getting farther and farther, Weber's eyes were a little red, and he slowly raised his arm, the command spell overflowing with red light: "Order in the name of the command spell—"

The brilliance of the Three-stroke Command Spell was on Iskandar.