Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1279 Sanjiu: Can I go home first?
The main reason is that she is just an ordinary person, and neither the Master nor the Servant will care.

After a period of business flattery that was full of embarrassment and funny in Mijiu's eyes, after all, Mushroom and the others had no experience in the early stage.

I didn’t know the difference between scripts, texts and animations, which was an early problem.

Iskandar extended an olive branch of cooperation to Artoria and Diarmuid in an almost joking manner.

There was an unquestionable kingly air in his voice, but it was rejected by the two without hesitation.

Altria's eyes were firm, just like the sword she held tightly in her hand, and would not waver in the slightest; while Diarmuid had a calm expression on his face, as if he was already accustomed to such invitations.

Waver, who was standing by, or rather, Waver before he became El-Melloi II, witnessed this scene, and the despair in his heart surged like a tide.

His original imagination of the Holy Grail War was a magnificent epic full of glory and battle, but he never expected the reality to be so absurd.

Weber's face was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement.

Director Ken's voice exploded in Waver's ears like thunder, with endless anger and disappointment: "Really? It was you, Weber Velvet-san. I was wondering what had driven you crazy to steal my relic. So you wanted to participate in the Holy Grail War yourself! In that case, let me teach you what a magus fight is! Let me teach you the horror and pain of it without reservation!"

Director Ken's words were like a sharp blade, and every word pierced deeply into Weber's heart.

At this time, Waver did not yet have the composure and courage that he would later have when he became El-Melloi II.

He was so frightened by Director Ken's scolding that he trembled all over, and then he squatted down with his head in his hands, as if this could help him avoid the coming storm.

Seeing this, Iskandar patted Weber's back gently, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

He looked up at Director Ken, a mocking smile on his face: "From what you said, you wanted to replace that boy as my master? If that's the case, it's really ridiculous! The one who can become my Iskandar's master must be a warrior who can fight on the battlefield with me! A coward who doesn't even dare to show his face is too unqualified!"

After saying this, Iskandar burst into laughter, with a hint of arrogance and unruliness in his laughter.

Director Ken's face turned pale in an instant, and his blood pressure soared. He wished he could use the Command Spell to order Diarmuid to stab Iskandar to death immediately.

But as a magician, and an orthodox magician from the Clock Tower, Director Ken is well aware that anger will only make him lose his mind and make wrong decisions.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and not let his anger get to the point of overwhelm him.

After mocking Director Ken, Iskandar's ambition did not subside.

He opened his arms, like an emperor about to conquer the world, and began his mockery: "Heroic spirits summoned by the Holy Grail! Gather here now! Cowards who are afraid to show their faces will be despised by me, the King of Conquerors, Iskandar!"

Iskandar's words swept across the battlefield like a violent storm, moving all the heroes present.

After hearing his ridicule, let’s not talk about other people, but the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Jin certainly couldn’t sit still.

Along with a dazzling golden light, a servant covered in golden light suddenly appeared on the street lamp like a god descending from heaven.

It was a servant wearing golden armor, with golden hair and red irises, and he did not look like a human.

Mr. Jin stood on a tall street lamp, looking down at Iskandar.

His eyes were filled with indifference and disdain, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant. He said coldly, "I never expected that two rude people who called themselves kings without my permission would appear overnight."

Iskandar frowned slightly as he felt the powerful and majestic aura emanating from Mr. Jin.

But he did not back down. Instead, he straightened his back and said loudly: "What a ridiculous accusation! I, Iskandar, am the conqueror king known to the world! The lands I conquered and the achievements I made are all irrefutable evidence! What right do you have to question my throne?"

"What a joke! The real hero who can be called the king is the only one in the world. The rest are just ants!"

Mr. Jin's voice was filled with unquestionable arrogance and majesty.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, scanning everything around him, as if he wanted to take the entire world in.

The short golden hair fluttered in the wind, shining with dazzling light, as hot and brilliant as the sun.

Iskandar frowned. The guy in front of him who claimed to be the king was definitely not an ordinary person.

The abilities of heroes come from the power of legends, and names are the key that connects reality and legends.

As long as you know its true name, you can glimpse the secret of its ability.

Iskandar's words seemed casual, but they were actually meant to be a subtle attempt to get Mr. Jin's real name.

"Oh? Since you are so confident, why not tell me your name first. If you are really a king, you should not be reluctant to reveal your identity, right?"

There was a hint of provocation and temptation in Iskandar's words. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring closely at Mr. Jin's reaction.

Mr. Jin is certainly not a fool, he can see what Iskandar is thinking.

As an Archer in the present world, although he has lost his two bug-level inherent skills, Clairvoyance EX and Omniscience Star, his wisdom and insight have not been weakened.

However, none of this mattered to Mr. King.

What really made him angry was that Iskandar had clearly seen his face but still couldn't recognize who he was.

"You enjoy the honor of kneeling before me, but you can't even recognize my face. Such an ignorant person simply doesn't deserve to live in this world!"

Mr. Jin's voice suddenly rose, filled with endless anger and disdain.

The space behind him seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, golden ripples spread out, and several powerful treasures slowly poked their heads out, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

Seeing Gilgamesh start to use his treasure, everyone present suddenly became alert.

Artoria immediately retreated in front of Irisviel, holding the sword tightly in her hand, ready to deal with Gilgamesh's attack at any time.

Although she didn't know what the treasures that Gilgamesh was about to use were, from the scene when he "killed" Assassin before, she could infer that these treasures were most likely able to be thrown as flying props.

(End of this chapter)