I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

"I——, no!" Weber said seriously.

Nothing to be ashamed of.Nothing to be ashamed of.It is no longer necessary to use arrogance to hide one's inferiority complex.

Just learn what you don’t understand, ask for advice on what you don’t know, and study slowly what you don’t understand.The king of conquest has already prepared the best stage for him, how can he continue to be arrogant?

"Good man." A cavalry general rode up to Weber's side and patted him on the shoulder.

"Are you—?" Weber asked modestly.

"Lysimachus, Governor of Thrace!" said the man, "Look and learn. The art of battle! The art of war!"

He drew his sword, and cried aloud: "I am Lysimachus! My legions tear them apart with me!"

He came out with a cavalry.

After him, many generals also came to Weber and patted him on the shoulder.It was as if he wanted to entrust his own sad wish, named "The King's Army", the wish to journey to the end of the world, on him.

"The end of the sea of ​​stars, you will see it for us!" they said.

"Yeah!" Weber shed tears and nodded heavily.

They either drew out their long swords, or raised their spears high, and said loudly——

"I am Pei Song, the governor of Media! My legion, go to war!"

"I am Leonatus, governor of the Hellespont-Prygia! My legions, march!"

"I am Ptolemy, governor of Egypt, Libya, and Arabia! My legion, go out!"

……

The army rushed, leaving only Weber, a hundred cavalry, and Hephaistion.

Weber's eyes were wide open, and the wind and sand clouded his eyes, but he never blinked.

He must not be missed.This is the general who accompanied the King of Conquerors on his journey of more than five million square kilometers, and at the end of the day, something to be delivered to him.

That is not the art of commanding armies, nor the art of war.Rather, the concept of conquest.

It is the most precious, the ideological crystallization of war!

He wants to engrave everything he has seen and learned in his memory and in his soul, and then form the crystallization of his thought of Weber.

This is, king of conquest, last gift.

The army tore through the king's formation, and a road leading directly to Iskandar was presented in front of Weber.

Trembling, Wei Bo picked up the dagger.

He Will--,

He will -, kill the king!

Kill, the one who used to hate, the one who hated, but now... the one who likes it so much, the one who doesn't want to give up, Wang.

Tears are flowing.

But he knew that he couldn't make him wait too fast.

however--

Hephaistion drew out his sharp sword and stood in front of Weber.

"What are you doing?" Weber asked.

"Give you the army, hand you the cloak and sword, these are the king's orders, not my Hephaestion's will. I am the king's valet, I will not let you hurt the king. Grind from my body Go, you who inherit our wishes, otherwise, you will not be able to get close to the king!" Hephaistion said seriously.

His hands were trembling, and tears welled up from his eyes. Wei Bo swung his sword down and shouted in a tearing voice, "Come on!"

"Yes! Exactly! Say goodbye to yourself with my blood, with the blood of the king, with the sword, Weber Velvet!"

Hephaistion smiled gratifiedly.A smile as if seeing the successor qualified.

He was then ravaged by the cavalry, whose blood spattered the cavalry banner.

"You are qualified...to follow the king!"

Dissipated like snowflakes.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Weber rode Buciferas, screaming, and rushed into the fighting army formation. The sharp sword in his hand stabbed towards the chest of the king he loved and yearned for the most.

Iskandar held his sharp sword high, but seeing Weber who was stabbing towards him crying, he had a gratified smile on his face, and slowly put down the sword.

"cha"

He smiled and was pierced through the chest by Weber.

The world stopped at this moment.

The fighting is all over.

The world called [King's Army] disappeared.

Waver and Iskandar stood on the deserted Fuyuki Bridge.

Iskandar's smiling profile and Waver's weeping face were illuminated by the flames from the explosion of the Templar Church in the distance.