Honkai Summoning.

The Conqueror King's eyes widened. What was going on? The mighty Alexander the Great had been blatantly poached!

With the green clouds overhead, the Conqueror King suddenly felt that the sky above his head was no longer the clear sky within his own protective barrier, but a large expanse of lush green clouds pressing down on him.

Under the glorious light, the armor of more and more heroic soldiers slowly turned into the same gray as Li Yunlong's aura atop the sea monster's head. They had clearly abandoned darkness for light, joining humanity's true future and dedicating themselves to the great cause of building a civilized society.

Many years later, when they are no longer heroes, when they look back on their lives, they will not regret wasting their years, nor be ashamed of having accomplished nothing. In this way, when they are dying, they can say: "I have dedicated my whole life and all my energy to the most magnificent cause—the struggle for the liberation of mankind."

These heroic spirits have become members of the Independent Division, becoming the most steadfast warriors.

Seeing his soldiers betraying him at a visible speed, Conqueror King's hands trembled. He wished he could rush up to Li Yunlong and kill him with a single sword stroke, sending him and his ideology to their doom.

However, to stop Li Yunlong, one must overcome the mysterious and powerful heroic spirit before them.

"Can I really defeat him?" Conqueror King wondered to himself. That punch, just that one punch, already showed terrifying power.

The King of Conquerors also knew that it was only the tip of the iceberg of the Heroic Spirit's full power—he hadn't even used his Noble Phantasm.

One special berserker is enough; the Conqueror King doesn't think there will be a second one.

Since the Conqueror King didn't move, Su Mo naturally wouldn't move either. The longer the time dragged on, the greater the effect of Li Yunlong's **brilliance** could play.

Now that the Conqueror King and his key generals are tied down here, the ordinary soldiers, though formidable in combat, have lost their leader and are in a state of disarray, while also having to contend with the Sea Demon. It's only a matter of time before they join the cause and become soldiers in Li Yunlong's Independent Regiment.

Unless the Conqueror King and his allies join the battle and exert their powerful personal charisma, it is impossible to stop all of this from happening.

"Am I confused?"

A moment later, the Conqueror King suddenly awoke, realizing that something was very wrong with him. When had he, who was always fearless, ever been afraid or even retreated because of the enemy's strength?

"Kid, fight like a man!"

Having cast aside his confusion, the Conqueror roared, his battle armor bursting into flames.

"Are you really not going to consider joining the Independent Regiment?" Su Mo asked.

"Hmph, I, Alexander, will never be subservient to anyone," the Conqueror King said with a cold snort.

Su Mo shook his head: "That's why I said that humanity is the future. Who said that joining us would make you inferior to others? We are all equal, just with different positions—right, Lao Li?"

"That's right, we are all comrades. Our goal is to overthrow imperialism and build a just and equal society. There is no distinction between high and low, we are all comrades-in-arms!" Li Yunlong pulled out a small notebook from somewhere, glanced at it, and said. His voice came from the head of the sea demon, and the light seemed to shine even brighter.

"Yes, Comrade Alexander, join us!"

"Comrade Alexander, let's work together to build a socialist society!"

The soldiers who had already been turned by Li Yunlong spoke up one after another, their voices echoing within the enigmatic barrier.

Upon hearing these sounds, the Conqueror King turned pale and felt a sweet taste in his throat, as if blood was about to rush to his head.

"I, Alexander, will only conquer, never surrender!"

A roar erupted from his mouth, and without further ado, he charged towards Su Mo.

The generals guarding him also rushed towards Su Mo, much faster than the Conqueror King.

Su Mo took a step back, and the chain wrapped around his right hand fluttered, instantly disintegrating from its chain form into thin lines that appeared almost transparent in the sunlight.

The spears and swords that were thrusting towards them were bound by thin threads. With a wave of Su Mo's hand, they left their master's hand and fell onto the yellow sand in the distance.

Even after losing their weapons, the generals didn't stop. They immediately clenched their fists and punched at Su Mo.

Su Mo stood still, and the thin lines reconverged in the air, transforming into chains that shot out like venomous snakes along the gaps between the generals toward the Conqueror King, who was slightly behind them.

The Conqueror King's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't stop. Instead, he roared, his aura even stronger than before.

The narrow road meets the brave to win!

The Conqueror King was absolutely certain that the fists of his warriors could strike the heroic spirit before him first. He was also confident that he would not be easily defeated by the chains. He wanted to seize the chains, restrain the heroic spirit, and create the best opportunity for himself to defeat the opponent in the battle.

This was a gamble, after all, the King of Conquerors did not know what other special abilities these chains had besides changing shape, but the King of Conquerors never lacked the courage to face difficulties and seek victory in danger.

Come on!

The Conqueror King roared, raised his thick arm, and reached out with his fingers to grab the chains in front of him.

The cold touch came from his hands, and the immense strength almost made the Conqueror King lose his grip on the chains, but a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

When they met on a narrow path, he won!

He successfully seized the opponent's chains, and now his opponent's actions are under his control.

The generals' fists were already close to Su Mo's vital points the moment the Conqueror King grasped the chains. Before the fists even landed, the powerful force of the punches caused Su Mo's hair and clothes to flutter.

Once hit, it will be a devastating blow!

The Conqueror King yanked the chains with both hands, sending the force through them to Su Mo. Unless Su Mo chose to drop the chains at that moment, he would be unable to escape the terrifying punches to come.

Or rather, it's not "next," it's "right now"—a punch!

Yellow sand flew everywhere.

Those unrestrained punches, with their overflowing power, had a significant impact on the surrounding environment. Judging from the swirling yellow sand, their destructive force was no less than, and perhaps even far exceeded, the rocket launcher that Su Mo used to blast open the Matou family's barrier.

Being struck head-on by such a terrifying and destructive fist, and not just once, would be unbearable even for a Berserker, a hero with an extremely powerful body.

However, the smile on the Conqueror's face vanished completely in an instant.

Amidst the swirling yellow sand, the generals wore expressions of shock.

Just as the fist was about to strike, they saw the person in front of them turn into a shadow, clinging to the ground and sliding down their feet like water.

The Conqueror's smile disappeared because he felt no resistance when he pulled on the chains; instead, he felt a sense of crisis as if something was being pulled towards him.

"His Majesty!"

With a series of roars filled with shock, Su Mo, who had turned into shadow, reappeared beside the Conqueror King.

The chains blurred and slipped from the Conqueror's hand. With a flick of Su Mo's fingers, they disintegrated back into thin threads, wrapping around the Conqueror's neck several times, with the other end extending out and being controlled by Su Mo's other hand.

"Goodbye, Alexander... or what generation?"

With a farewell tinged with doubt, Su Mo suddenly pulled his hands apart.

The incredibly sharp thread pierced the Conqueror King's neck, tightening and strangling him! The Conqueror King's head detached from his body and rolled to the ground.

The generals who were rushing towards Su Mo froze instantly, and the surrounding environment began to change, with cracks appearing as if a mirror had shattered.

This barrier belonged to the Conqueror King's Anti-World Noble Phantasm - King's Army. Now that the Conqueror King is dead, the barrier naturally no longer exists.

However, as the king's army shattered, the scene that appeared in its place was not near the Weiyuan River, but was replaced by a battlefield filled with the sounds of gunfire.

A temporary anti-world Noble Phantasm created by the brilliance of **—Lao Tzu's Independent Brigade!

"Old Li, how many people are in your independent regiment?" A tentacle landed next to Su Mo, and Su Mo stood on the tentacle, which lifted him above its head.

“Thirteen thousand men,” Li Yunlong laughed. “Add those weapons to the mix, and I can take over the entire Fuyuki City in a day.”

"Okay, let's take it down then. It's about time," Su Mo said.

The barrier is no longer the Wangzhi Army's territory; the surrounding scenery has completely changed, becoming Li Yunlong's domain.

The sea monster remained in place, occasionally waving its tentacles as if trying to touch the illusory cannonballs, appearing quite interested.

"Wait a minute." Li Yunlong didn't remove the barrier, but looked at Su Mo and asked, "Are you really planning to let that little girl kill this thing?"

"Of course not." Su Mo shook his head. "It's just for show."

He commanded the sea monster to extend a strong tentacle, and he and Li Yunlong both stood on the tentacle.

“Then I will dispel the barrier,” Li Yunlong said. The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the sea demon reappeared on the Weiyuan River, resembling a castle in the thick fog, exuding an extremely strong pressure and an evil aura.

"They're out!"

Waver, tears welling in his eyes, shouted from the shore. Just moments ago, the Command Seals on the back of his hand had vanished, signifying the death of his Servant, that valiant Heroic Spirit.

He was eliminated from the Holy Grail War and was no longer a participant in this brutal war. Waver, who had entered the fray somewhat out of the way from the beginning, should have been happy, but now, he felt only grief and indignation.

For the first time, Weber felt so powerless and weak.

Chapter Seventy-Four: A Temporary End

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All Waver can do now is hope that Saber can kill the sea monster and avenge his heroic spirit.

The Berserker and Gilgamesh were locked in a fierce battle, the two grown men exchanging fire in the sky, completely ignoring the pretty young girl, Artoria. The Lancer, as always, stood by as a spectator, breaking his own spear and doing nothing else.

Artoria stood on the River of the Unknown, raising her Excalibur high. The king's sword shone with a dazzling golden light, surrounded by twinkling starlight.

According to the commentator watching nearby, the golden specks represent the souls of fallen warriors, while Artoria is the king who carries the dreams of these warriors forward—in short, it sounds both cool and heavy.

"It's better if it's me. Otherwise, you would have been swatted away by the tentacles long ago after holding that pose for so long." In the thick fog, Su Mo couldn't help but complain to Artoria.

To be honest, the process of charging Excalibur wasn't too long, but that was enough time for the Sea Demon to react.

Of course, seeing that Artoria was about to unleash that sword strike, the sea demon, under Su Mo's control, suddenly swung its tentacles—in the thick fog, Su Mo and Li Yunlong were thrown out and fell into the river in the distance, unnoticed by anyone.

At that moment, Artoria stepped forward, and the enormous sword light, with its terrifying power that could tear the heavens and earth apart, devoured the sea demon.

In the distance, Su Mo chanted an incantation and abruptly closed the Luoyan City Bible. As the book was closed, the sea demon shrouded in the light of the Sword of Victory Oath began to slowly disappear.

It looked as if it had been completely annihilated by that terrifying sword light.

That's pretty much true. If Su Mo hadn't retrieved the sea demon in time, it would have been completely obliterated by the power of the Excalibur, leaving not even a trace of its flesh. Now, at least most of its body remains, and it will slowly recover with time.

"What do we do now?" Li Yunlong climbed ashore from the other side of the river.

"I'll wait for Kiritsugu Emiya to pick me up, then take a shower and get a good night's sleep," Su Mo said with a yawn.

"And what about them?" Li Yunlong asked, pointing to Jin Shanshan and the others.

"I don't care if they die." Su Mo waved his hand. According to the plot, this was still not the Heroic Spirits' last battle. Matou Kariya had been beaten up by Tohsaka Tokiomi and was almost dead. The berserker who destroyed Gilgamesh's flying vehicle had already retreated.

Gilgamesh also had some free time, and Artoria and the spearmen showed no intention of continuing the fight.

As long as Gilgamesh doesn't intend to start a fight at this time, the battle that night can be considered over. In fact, Gilgamesh really doesn't intend to fight; instead, he expresses his approval of Artoria—which is his highest praise.

After praising him, Gilgamesh left immediately. For him, the show was over. It was just a bit of a pity that he hadn't been able to kill the Berserker, that mad dog. But it wasn't a big deal; he could take care of it next time. Leaving that mad dog around, in a way, added some fun.

On the riverbank, Weber stood still, with the spearmen standing silently beside him. They already knew that the Conqueror King had died at the hands of the sea monster.

As a man, Lancer wasn't one to offer comfort; he simply stood silently beside Webber.

When Artoria returned, she was visibly shocked to hear of the Conqueror's death. After a moment of silence, Artoria bid farewell to the group and turned to walk away.

Irisviel said something hastily and followed in Artoria's footsteps.