The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 243 The Conqueror

"The King's Army!"

Iskandar's powerful voice boomed like thunder, and he went all out from the start.

The immense magical power that erupted in that instant was like a surging tsunami, sweeping outwards with unstoppable force.

The four figures suddenly appeared at a stunning place, having left the quiet shrine.

Here, the sun hangs high in the sky, its scorching rays shooting down relentlessly like countless sharp swords, seemingly scorching the earth.

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

The scorching temperature, the dry air, and the flying dust combined to create a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

"A Reality Marble?" Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Interesting!" His tone carried a hint of admiration, yet his innate arrogance remained clearly discernible.

Iskandar proudly boarded the divine wheel.

The Thunder Bull pawed at the ground restlessly, each powerful hoof kicking up a thick cloud of dust.

"Moo~~~" That deep and powerful roar seemed to come from ancient times.

Amidst the roar, figures gradually appeared within the established barrier, like ghosts.

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

These figures quickly formed a square formation, their movements perfectly synchronized.

They stand tall and straight, with firm eyes; they are a well-trained and iron-willed force.

After the summons was completed, a massive legion appeared before everyone's eyes.

This legion consisted of tens of thousands of people, and they exuded a powerful aura, as if they were an invincible group of war gods.

The entire legion consists of genuine heroic spirits, each with their own unique story and legend.

However, due to the limitations imposed by the Conqueror King's abilities, none of the legion members possessed any Noble Phantasms.

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

Nevertheless, within this vast army, there are still a few heroic spirits stronger than the Conqueror King himself.

These powerful heroic spirits were hidden among the crowd, their aura restrained and profound, like volcanoes waiting for the right moment to erupt.

These men were all subordinates who followed Iskandar in his campaigns, enduring countless hardships and dangers alongside the Conqueror King, and establishing immortal achievements.

Within this legion, some individuals were even the founders of future dynasties, their presence adding to the legion's legendary status.

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

"The Army of the King" is the crystallization of the bond between Alexander and his men, embodying their glory, dreams, and loyalty.

On this battlefield, they will once again fight for the conquest of the king, for glory.

Each heroic spirit gripped their weapon tightly, their eyes burning with the flames of battle.

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

Iskandar stood majestically atop the magnificent chariot, his posture upright like a pine tree, as immovable as an unshakeable mountain.

He was filled with pride and satisfaction, his bright eyes shining like brilliant stars.

He slowly surveyed his army, and every soldier's figure was clearly imprinted in his eyes.

The neatly arranged teams, the firm and upright figures, and the spirited faces filled him with endless emotion.

"Finally, I can fight alongside you all again."

Iskandar said 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 a thirst for battle and an unwavering determination to win.

The Thunder Bull with Flying Hoof seemed to sense his feelings, letting out a deep roar before charging forward and instantly reaching the forefront of the army.

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

Its hooves pounded the ground, raising a cloud of dust, announcing to the world the arrival of the conqueror king.

Tens of thousands of soldiers followed Iskandar with eyes full of admiration and worship.

Those burning gazes seemed capable of melting steel.

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

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

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

He was filled with tension and unease, and he tried to avoid eye contact with 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 of the upcoming battle.

Rider is truly remarkable, revered by so many people.

Weber said silently to himself.

Looking at Iskandar's tall figure, he felt a surge of intense admiration.

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

Suddenly, Weber felt a lightness in his body.

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

Then, he gently placed Weber on the sand.

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

He stared intently at Iskandar.

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

"Rider!" Weber's voice carried a hint of reluctance and worry.

He knew the battle would be incredibly difficult, and he didn't know if Iskandar would return safely.

"Weber, you must live." Iskandar's eyes were filled with tenderness and care.

Tears welled up in Weber's eyes, but he insisted on not letting them fall.

He knew this wasn't the time to cry; he had to be strong.

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

Without hesitation, he used the Command Seal, and the mysterious power instantly enveloped Iskandar.

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

"We have to win!!" Waver shouted with all his might, using three Command Seals in one go.

(End of this chapter)