Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1321 The Terrifying Power of the King’s Army

"This is my Iskandar's most powerful treasure, the invincible King's Army!!!"

As the words fell, an indescribable pressure emanated from Rider. It was the majesty of a king and the absolute confidence in victory.

At this moment, under Rider’s kingly way, the EX-level anti-military Noble Phantasm was materialized in an extraordinary way, showing its true terrifying power.

Among this army, there are many generals who are famous in history.

Ptolemy, the founder of Egypt, was a man of both wisdom and strategy; Antigonus, a powerful opponent who once threatened the unification of Alexander's empire, became a warrior under the king at this moment; Cassander, one of the successors of the Macedonian Empire, his wisdom and determination only served one person at this moment; Seleucus, who established the vast Seleucid Empire, was now willing to become a member of the king's army; and Perdiccas, Lysimachus, Craterus... Each of them was a famous general who had left a mark in history, but now they gathered here to respond to the king's call together.

Next to Rider stood a handsome man with flowing blond hair. His face was as delicate as a sculpture, and his eyes revealed a wisdom and gentleness that transcended his time.

He was Hephaestion, Rider's best friend and assistant minister. The sincere feelings between the two transcended the limitations of time and space and became a good story in history.

In the King's army, Hephaestion's presence was like a ray of warm light, illuminating this battlefield full of murderous atmosphere and adding a bit of human warmth to this huge army.

The gathering of tens of thousands of soldiers and generals created an unprecedented visual impact.

They stood together, like a black ocean, boundless and awe-inspiring.

Their armor reflected dazzling light in the sun, and every sword and shield seemed to be telling of past glory and honor.

With just one glance, one can feel the fighting spirit and indomitable spirit from ancient times, leaving only shock and fear in one's heart.

On this battlefield, the king's army is not just an army, but also a belief and a spirit.

They represent conquest and glory, and represent the exploration and challenge of the unknown.

Their existence is the best interpretation of the way of the king and a symbol of the eternal pursuit of victory.

Following Rider's order, the King's army began to advance slowly. Every step they took echoed history, and every shout shook the veins of time and space.

Their goal is to conquer, to win, and to spread the king's will to every corner of the world.

Luther stood alone, at the far end of the vast sea of ​​sand. From the moment he appeared in the endless yellow sand, he was anchored in this lonely place.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if they could penetrate the mist of time and space, staring at Rider's location from afar.

On the distant horizon, the army seemed as illusory and huge as a mirage, but the heavy sense of reality was unquestionable. Every figure was a famous hero in history and was by no means an illusory bubble woven by magic.

The aura of these heroes is like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, with both the gentleness of a trickle and the grandeur of a rushing river.

The most frightening ones are the few people at the forefront of the army. They have tall and straight figures and extraordinary temperaments. Even from a long distance, one can feel the tremendous power emanating from them. This power is so strong that it even surpasses Rider himself, which is enough to prove that their attribute parameters are above Rider's. They are truly the strongest among the strong.

Although Luther could not accurately identify the true names of these heroes, with his profound historical knowledge, he could roughly infer that they were all famous figures in history. However, despite the great reputation of the King's Army, all of its members could not carry their own treasures, nor did they have the concept of class and class skills, which undoubtedly reduced a lot of pressure on the enemy.

Otherwise, the strength of the Heroic Spirits in the front row alone would be enough to put most of the servants in a tough fight and make it difficult for them to extricate themselves.

"Luther over there, have you ever seen the majesty of my army?"

Rider was riding on a majestic black warhorse, the horse's four hooves stepping on the sand, as steady as a rock, and his voice echoed between heaven and earth like thunder, deafening.

Following his call, the soldiers raised their shields and shouted in unison. The sound gathered into an unstoppable torrent that rushed straight into the sky.

“Magnificent! Magnificent! Magnificent—”

The shouts echoed over the desert for a long time, as if they were going to completely swallow up the world. At this moment, everything in the world seemed to have lost its sound, leaving only the passionate war cry echoing.

"Luther, what do you think about this?"

Rider asked again, with a hint of teasing and anticipation in his voice.

Luther raised a faint smile, his eyes flashing with confidence and calmness: "Not so good, I'm used to such a large army, it's nothing surprising."

After saying this, he suddenly burst out with powerful magic power, like a passing hurricane, sweeping up the surrounding yellow sand and drawing the strong wind and sand into a huge vortex.

Then, a materialized magical power rose into the sky and transformed into an extremely sharp magic sword, pointing straight to the sky, as if to split the blue sky in two and open up a path to an unknown world.

This violent magic power spread out like a raging sea, pressing the surrounding ground down by several meters. Wherever it passed, the desert seemed to be burned by flames, the sand melted and crystallized, and billowing heat waves rose up, blurring Luther's figure.

Although his voice was not loud, it was transmitted throughout the venue like thunder under the blessing of boiling magic power. For a moment, the shouts of tens of thousands of soldiers were suppressed by this force and fell into a brief silence.

Rider couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing this, his laughter was filled with a bit of heroism and uninhibitedness.

He turned to look at his army, his eyes full of pride and pride: "My warriors, my dear friends, my proudest subjects, the enemy does not take us seriously, how should we respond?"

“Kill! Kill! Kill————”

The shouts of the soldiers pierced the clouds and split the rocks, resounding throughout the entire sea of ​​sand. Every word contained endless fighting spirit and determination, as if to shake the entire world.

“As it should be!” Rider shouted, his voice full of determination and dominance, “No matter what kind of enemy we face, no matter what kind of barrier we encounter, as long as we are in front of the King of Conquerors and his friends, there is only one way to go: destruction!”

His words were like the sound of a war drum, inspiring the hearts of every soldier.

(End of this chapter)