The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 243 The Conquering King

"The King's Army!"

Iskandar's powerful voice exploded like thunder, and he went all out without reservation when he attacked.

The tremendous magical power that erupted in that instant was like a raging tsunami, sweeping in all directions with unstoppable force.

The four figures suddenly came from the quiet shrine to a place with astonishing scenery.

Here, the sun hangs high in the sky, and the scorching rays shine down mercilessly like countless sharp swords, as if to scorch the earth.

The hot sand danced wildly under the strong wind, and the flying dust blurred the vision, making people feel as if they were in a burning purgatory world.

The scorching temperature, dry air, and flying dust together created a suffocating and tense atmosphere.

"Inherent barrier?" Jin Shanshan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Interesting!" There was a hint of admiration in his tone, but his innate arrogance was still clearly discernible.

Iskandar proudly boarded the Divine Wheel.

The flying-hoofed thunder bull pawed the ground restlessly, raising a thick cloud of dust every time its strong and powerful hooves landed.

"Moo~~~" The low and powerful roar seemed to come from ancient times.

Amidst the roar, figures gradually appeared in the inherent barrier like ghosts.

Their figures were blurry at first, like phantoms emerging from the fog, but as time went on, they became clearer and clearer.

These figures quickly formed a square formation, moving in unison.

They have upright postures and determined eyes, and are a well-trained steel army.

When the personnel were summoned, a huge army appeared before everyone.

This legion is composed of tens of thousands of people, who exude a powerful aura, as if they are a group of invincible gods of war.

All members of this legion are genuine heroes, and each one has his or her own unique story and legend.

However, due to the limitations of the King of Conquerors' abilities, none of the members of the legion possessed a Noble Phantasm.

At the same time, they were summoned by Iskandar's ability and were not assigned to specific classes according to the rules of the Holy Grail War, so none of them had classes or class-related skills.

Despite this, within this vast army, there are still some Heroic Spirits stronger than the King of Conquerors himself.

These powerful heroes are hidden in the crowd, their aura is restrained and deep, like a volcano waiting for the opportunity to erupt.

These people were all subordinates who had followed Iskandar in his campaigns. Together with the King of Conquerors, they had experienced countless hardships and dangers and had established immortal achievements.

In this legion, some people are even the founders of future dynasties, and their existence makes this legion even more legendary.

Even Alexander's beloved horse Bucephalus was summoned as a heroic spirit.

The King's Army is the crystallization of the bond between Alexander and his subjects, carrying their glory, dreams, and loyalty.

On this battlefield, they will once again fight to conquer the King and fight for glory.

Every heroic spirit held their weapons tightly in their hands, with the flames of battle burning in their eyes.

Their hearts were filled with admiration and loyalty to the King of Conquerors, and they were willing to give everything for him.

Iskandar stood majestically on the magnificent and spectacular chariot, his figure as straight as a pine tree, like an unshakable mountain.

He was full of pride and satisfaction, and his bright eyes were like shining stars, sparkling with blazing light.

He slowly inspected his army, and wherever his eyes went, the figure of every soldier was clearly imprinted in his eyes.

The neatly arranged teams, the determined and upright figures, and the faces filled with fighting spirit all filled him with endless emotion. "Finally, I can fight alongside you again."

Iskandar spoke excitedly, his voice loud and powerful, piercing the sky.

He tightened the reins in his hands, and the rough reins seemed to come alive in his hands.

His heart was filled with desire for battle and persistence for victory.

The Flying Hoof Thunder Bull seemed to sense his mood, let out a low roar, then rushed forward suddenly, and instantly rushed to the forefront of the army.

Its strong and powerful body is like lightning, full of strength and speed.

Its hooves stepped on the ground, raising a cloud of dust, announcing to the world the arrival of the Conqueror King.

Tens of thousands of soldiers followed Iskandar's gazes, their eyes full of admiration and worship.

Those fiery gazes seemed to be able to melt steel.

Their hearts are filled with desire for victory and pursuit of glory.

Weber, who was also standing on the chariot, could not bear such pressure at this moment.

He was filled with tension and anxiety, and he tried his best to avoid looking at the soldiers.

His heart was filled with contradictions. On the one hand, he was proud to be Iskandar's Master; on the other hand, he was filled with fear for the upcoming battle.

【Rider is truly remarkable, admired by so many people.】

Waver said silently in his heart.

He looked at Iskandar's tall figure and felt a strong sense of admiration in his heart.

He knew that he was only a supporting role in this war, but he was willing to fight for Iskandar and for their glory.

Suddenly, Weber felt his body lighten.

Before he could react, he was lifted up by Iskandar's strong arm with one hand.

Then he gently placed Webber on the sand.

"Rider, I want to fight with you, too." Waver's eyes were filled with determination and desire.

He stared at Iskandar intently.

"Hahahahaha~" Iskandar laughed heartily: "That's enough, now it's my turn to fight."

"Rider!" Waver's voice was filled with a hint of reluctance and worry.

He knew that this battle would be extremely difficult, and he didn't know if Iskandar would be able to return safely.

"Weber, you must survive." Iskandar's eyes were full of tenderness and care.

Tears welled up in Weber's eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

He knew that now was not the time to cry, he had to be strong.

"Rider, as Master, I command you to win!" Waver shouted, his voice filled with firmness and determination.

He used the Command Seal without hesitation, and the mysterious power instantly enveloped Iskandar.

"We must win this war!" Weber shouted again.

"We must win!!" Waver shouted with all his strength, using three Command Spells in one breath.

(End of this chapter)