Chapter 161 Death of the Conqueror King

Riding a unparalleled steed, Iskandar stepped into the battle formation of the Black Shadow Legion alone, but this alone was not enough. To break through this kind of front, more powerful forces were needed.

And where this power is, his dear little military adviser has already told him.

In the deep darkness, a ray of purple light entangled and rushed over.

A series of thick thunder coiled on the quaint chariot, rushing towards the direction of Iskandar.

"This is the power to bring Zeus's thunder into control! It is the horn that we will march towards the heavens and the earth. The whole army obeys orders! Keep going!"

"Shenwei Wheel, let's start conquering! Distant ravages and dominates!"

Generally speaking, a Heroic Spirit has only one Noble Phantasm, because Noble Phantasms are miraculous powers, and the combination of a Heroic Spirit with multiple Noble Phantasms is far more powerful than the enemy's imagination.

Even leaving aside the power of the king's army, Iskandar's full-strength release of the Kamui Wheel is the best attack weapon.

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Under the call of Iskandar who rushed to the forefront, the decline of the king's army was swept away, and the followers followed behind the wheels like a tide, ready to rush into the army formation of the shadow army at any time.

Echoing Iskandar's roar, the two divine bulls that had been prepared for a long time also galloped quickly, and the gorgeous chariot turned into a shooting star, and slammed straight into the Shadow Corps.

One after another, lightning snakes swiftly walked through the shadow corps, and every time they attacked, it would cause a shadow to collapse and a dull thunderous sound.

It seems that countless thunders and lightnings were thrown from the air like spears, and they crushed the soldiers of a troll group with deadly force. The violent electric current released by the treasure finally tore through the defense line of the troll group .

In the thunder that fell like a torrential rain, the king's army finally rushed into the army of the shadow army.

But facing this momentum, Roland just counted the seconds silently in his heart.

That's all for now.

He made a judgment. The power to release the two treasures at the same time is indeed very powerful, but the consumption of mana cannot be underestimated. The king's army is maintained by all the servants, and Iskandar's own mana is also limited.

This will definitely not last long for the liberation of the real name,

Although Roland didn't know how long Iskandar could release the Noble Phantasm at the same time, he was still very clear about Weber's magic power supply.

The innate magic circuit determines that the magic power that Weber can provide is quite limited. This has nothing to do with the support he received from Roland. Money will only speed up his growth to the peak, but it cannot change the upper limit.

The wheel of Shenwei gave off the might of mountains and rivers flowing backwards, crushing all obstacles in front of it with majestic force, and the purple thunder light splashed wantonly, sweeping away all the shadow soldiers around as much as possible.

But in the end, the thunder that he wrapped up still subsided.

And at this moment, Shenwei Wheel could no longer move forward.

This is not a metaphor. Dozens of tentacles stretched out from the depths of the underground sandy ground, where the resistance that was not taken care of by Thunder, tightly bound the gorgeous chariot and Zeus' divine bull.

In the next moment, the samurai group surrounding them pierced their bodies with their long knives. In front of the sharp long knives, the bones, internal organs, and muscles of the divine cow were all cut off, but they had no magic power left. Release the thunder and block the attack.

Finally, their vitality died out, and Iskandar still had no intention of stopping. He called his beloved horse, stepped on it, and continued to move forward.

Now he is like a marathon athlete who uses his will to support him. He dare not stop at all. The magic power and strength in his body are gradually weakening. Before returning to his original state, he must rush to Roland to win.

And the army he was so proud of had already been entangled by the shadow corps at this time, and was in an anxious battle, unable to help their king at all.

The howling gradually overshadowed the advancing footsteps, and spread in the army of the King of Conquerors. Only when they really engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the shadow corps, did these followers realize the fear brought by these quiet soldiers.

They won't be afraid, they won't back down, from the beginning to the end, Roland didn't give a second order, and they just need to obey the will of the great Lord of Shadows.

attack.

Abandon life, separate distracting thoughts, just attack.

Blessed by Yu Zaoqian's Noble Phantasm, the Black Shadow Corps could have rivaled the followers of the King's Army, and they, who had no concept of death, were invincible in this bloody fight.

This is the source of Roland's greatest pride.

Although the Shadow Corps is an army, they are perfect.

They will not retreat because of the momentum of the enemy, and will not be afraid of the death of their companions. They will only use their fighting instincts to deprive the enemy of their lives as much as possible.

And the tacit cooperation between the various legions has accelerated this process. If so, the followers of the king's army can still muster the courage to fight to the death, but this is what is really scary.

The Shadow Legion is immortal.

Every time one dies, new soldiers emerge from the shadows to take his place.

This is the essential difference between Roland and Iskandar. Mother Sombra loves Roland so much, the fetters of the king's army gathering power are countable after all, and Roland himself can't count the power brought by the Sombra Kingdom.

Soon, the advancing Iskandar realized that the surrounding environment was getting quieter.

The roars of comrades-in-arms and the enthusiastic shouts of the courtiers all disappeared, and the surrounding became more and more silent, only this group after group of silent shadow soldiers surrounded.

Finally, after his beloved horse was also beheaded, the desert scenery around Iskandar, who abandoned his horse, completely receded.

He can no longer maintain his inherent enchantment.

He couldn't even get close to Roland, his hands holding up the blade were firmly locked by the tentacles of the alien group.

But the surrounding black shadow corps did not attack immediately, but spread out like wings, making way for a path.

In this way, Roland walked step by step towards the locked King of Conquerors.

Anyone who watched this scene held their breath, and Weber's eyes were filled with tears, but he still didn't forget to hold his mouth firmly to prevent crying.

At this moment, his own weakness will only become an insult to the rider.

When the rugged face of the King of Conquerors was close at hand, Roland unhurriedly took the Alexander sword from his hand and asked, "Do you regret it?"

"Ah, how should I put it? Compared to regret, I only have the regret that I have reached the end of my dream."

He was obviously a lamb waiting to be slaughtered without even the strength to resist, but Iskandar's smile was still so bright.

"However, I will never regret this mythical battle and dream."

"Really? Then, whether you are dreaming or not, don't forget this spirit. Goodbye, Iskandar. I will regard the death of the King of Conquerors as a memorable scene, and keep it in my heart. In dramas, you are one of the few characters who can bring me joy without being a buffoon."

"Pfft—"

The Alexander sword in Roland's hand pierced Iskandar's chest, completely destroying his spiritual core.

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