Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1320: The King's Army
King of Conquerors Iskandar, the king known for his unparalleled bravery and broad mind, is about to step into the vortex of noise with young Weber to explore the source of the sudden change.

However, before they could really take a step forward, a figure appeared in front of them like a ghost: Luther.

“Luther… Humph, it seems that you can’t hold back after all and cast your gaze towards me?”

There was a gleam of insight in Iskandar's eyes. There was no panic at all. Instead, there was a kind of calmness that came from having everything planned out.

He seemed to have noticed the subtle changes in the situation, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"In that case, let me come and meet you in person!"

Before he finished speaking, Iskandar moved like a hawk in the wind, and the long sword in his hand, which was shining with a strange luster, suddenly swept out.

Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, and an indescribable magical power instantly spread out, enveloping everything around it.

Then, the figures of Luther and Iskandar became blurred at the same moment, and finally disappeared completely from people's sight.

When the two figures reappeared, the surrounding scene had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The moment before, they were in a modern city with tall buildings and busy traffic, but at this moment, they seemed to have crossed the cracks in time and space and came to a completely different world - a vast desert scorched by the scorching sun.

The scorching sun hangs high in the sky, like a huge fireball, pouring out its heat mercilessly.

The air was filled with rolling heat waves, and even breathing seemed to become difficult.

The howling whirlwinds rolled up layers of yellow sand, forming spectacular sand walls that sparkled golden in the sun, surging like raging waves.

The mist-like fine sand drifted with the wind, shrouding the entire desert in a hazy atmosphere, adding a touch of mystery and desolation.

The rolling sand dunes are like the backbone of the earth. Some are high, some are low, some are far, and some are near. They gradually disappear in the distance of the horizon and interweave with the blurred skyline to form a dreamlike picture.

The dry, hot wind blew in with a pungent smell of sand, and it hurt like a knife when it hit my face.

Waver felt all of this, and couldn't help but feel an indescribable shock and awe in his heart.

He had to admit that everything before his eyes was not an illusion.

This desert, this space replaced by magic, is so real and vivid.

Every grain of sand and every wisp of hot wind silently tells the vicissitudes and desolation of this land. As an excellent magician, Weber is well aware of the extraordinary scene before his eyes.

"Inherent barrier!"

Waver exclaimed inwardly, his eyes widening in surprise.

He suddenly spat out the gravel in his mouth, turned his head to look at Iskandar beside him, and his tone was full of incredible shock, "How could this be... Rider, you can actually do this?"

In Weber's opinion, magic that replaces reality and illusion is one of the most mysterious existences in the field of magic.

It requires the magician to not only possess superb skills and profound magic power, but also to have a deep understanding and perception of the nature of the world.

This level of magic is an extremely difficult challenge even for those renowned magicians. However, Iskandar, the conqueror king who did not come from a magic family, materialized the scene of the desert by himself. This made Waver deeply shocked and curious.

"Rider, how did you do that? You're clearly not a magician!"

There was a hint of urgency and desire in Waver's voice. He longed to get the answer from Iskandar and solve the mystery that troubled him.

Iskandar stood in the center of the sea of ​​sand, with his hands open and raised, like a monarch who controls the world.

His eyes were full of pride and confidence, as if all this was within his expectations.

"Of course I can't do it alone,"

He spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the desert, "This world can be recreated because it is imprinted in each of our hearts."

"us?"

Upon hearing this, Weber couldn't help but frown slightly. He repeated the word subconsciously, trying to grasp more information from it.

"Yes, this desert,"

Iskandar said.

On this ancient and vicissitudes of life land, the afterglow of the setting sun is scattered like molten gold, coating every inch of space with a layer of brilliant and tragic colors.

This is a battlefield that has been remembered by time in the long river of history. Every grain of sand seems to carry endless stories. They lie there quietly, witnessing countless moments of bravery and sacrifice.

On this land carved by wind and frost, Rider, the king who once dominated the world, is now standing at the intersection of time. His eyes are shining with pride and reminiscence, as if he can penetrate the barriers of time and space and connect with the glory of the past.

He slowly drew out the long sword from his waist that had witnessed countless battles. The sword was glowing with a faint cold light, like the brightest star in the night sky, both cold and sacred.

As he raised his arm, an invisible force radiated from the tip of the sword, stirring the surrounding air, as if even time was trembling.

Rider's voice was deep and majestic, like an ancient horn, piercing through the wind and sand and resounding through the sky: "Look, this is my unrivaled army! They are the witness of my conquest of the world, and the embodiment of my glory and dream!"

Following the king's call, ripples began to appear in the void above the sand dunes not far away, and an ancient and mysterious power quietly surged.

The illusory images gradually condensed and became substantial, as if they were an army of ghosts that had traveled through time and space, appearing in this ancient battlefield in rows and columns in an orderly manner.

This is a huge army. Although they come from different eras, have different equipment and a slightly messy appearance, the strong aura and fearless spirit they radiate from the inside out make people involuntarily feel awe.

In their eyes, there is a desire for victory and loyalty to the king. All of them are brave and skilled in fighting, and are warriors who have left a great name in history.

Rider had his back to this unrivaled army. His figure appeared exceptionally tall and majestic in the setting sun, as if even the heavens and the earth were moved.

"Even though their bodies have turned to dust, their heroic spirits are still summoned here. They are my most loyal warriors, and my dear friends who traveled through time and space to respond to my call... They are my most precious treasures, and the cornerstone of my way as a king!"

(End of this chapter)