I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

Ainz Ooal Gown listened carefully to El-Melloi II's explanation, quickly digesting and absorbing the myths related to his opponent.

"Egypt? Iskandar did conquer ancient Egypt, and it is quite reasonable to be regarded as the reincarnation of the main god of Egypt."

Amun is the sun god in Egyptian mythology and is the well-deserved main god. Later, he merged with Ra to form Amun-Ra.

The god Ra is also the sun god, and merged with the god Horus to become Ra-harahuti, and finally became Amun-Ra.

Iskandar can be regarded as the reincarnation of the god Amon, which shows that his status in Egypt at that time even surpassed that of the Pharaoh.

When Ainz-Wool-gon got everything together, he finally made up the last piece of the puzzle, and the warrior avatar responded.

"O King of Conquerors, I have seen your destined ending in my eyes...I will be here to pull you down from the throne!"

Before switching powers, Ainz Ooal Gown threw the Flying Squirrel Jade he had been carrying at the pursuing Kamui Chariot.

This huge red orb is also a world-class prop, which can directly destroy the props or weapons that attack it.

Of course, this is an effect that used to be in the game. After it manifested into reality, certain changes have taken place. Taking the level of the Flying Squirrel Jade as the standard, those below it will be directly destroyed, and those that exceed it will be restricted and sealed. will have no effect.

Although Flying Squirrel Jade, Hell's Abyss, and Mountains and Rivers Sheji Tu are all world-class items, only Mountains and Rivers Sheji Tu can reach the EX level.

King Conqueror's Shenwei Wheel is an A+ grade treasure, which is equivalent to the grade of the flying mouse jade, so when the thunder touches the orb, the seal will take effect immediately.

In an instant, the chariot galloping in the air fell to the ground, the thunder dissipated, the magic power converged, and it turned into an antique in the museum.

The god Iskandar did not fall in embarrassment, he jumped out of the car decisively when he sensed something was wrong, and charged with his sword without stopping after landing lightly.

"Language is light, and the spirit of speech is light."

The golden divine light descended again, reflecting the cave magnificently.

"Therefore, O Light, O Word Spirit, become my sword, my blade!"

Ainz-Wurgon chanted the incantation loudly, and the golden sanctuary dedicated to killing gods spread out, pulling everyone into it.

"With the skill of my words and spirits, let the justice of the world appear! These spells are powerful and eloquent, the sword of wisdom that calls victory."

Thousands of golden swords slowly emerged from the air and from the ground, decorated with unknown golden runes, exuding supreme majesty.

This place is the place where the gods are judged. Any god who appears here will not escape the bad luck of having his soul split and his power sealed.

"This, this is...?" Hateres looked around in a daze, suddenly he lost all confidence in the god Iskandar.

He had just seen Caster's performance in his eyes, the ability to release great magic without singing with a wave of his hand even surpassed the age of gods.

After all, the god Iskandar is just a false god pushed up by magic, and Caster seems to be a magician who can fight the real god.

How could a magician from the Age of Gods be so powerful?

Is it only the fragments of power that are connected by magic?How could it be stronger than God?

For a moment, Hartreth felt both longing and fear in his heart, and couldn't help but think about the possible impact of the return of the magic of the Age of Gods.

Although the spirit of speech has not yet formed, the golden sword has become an obstacle on the way of the god Iskandar's attack, making him have to overcome thorns and thorns.

El-Melloi II stood on the edge of the golden sanctuary, watching everything that happened on the battlefield with a complicated expression, his fists clenched tightly.

His eyes reflected the figure of the god Iskandar moving forward bravely. This situation is very similar to the ending of the battle ten years ago, just like history repeating itself.

Even though he knew he would lose, even if he knew he was going to die, the King of Conquerors still did not stand still, he was only willing to fall on the road of continuous advancement.

Gray looked around blankly, and asked El-Melloi II, "Master, is this, is this the Sorcerer King's proper barrier?"

"No." El-Melloi II shook his head and denied, explaining: "The inherent barrier is a great magic based on the manifestation of mental images. Although this is also an enchantment, it should not be the mental image of the Sorcerer King, but more like The scene that comes with using a certain Noble Phantasm."

"Noble Phantasm?" Luvia's eyes reflected the golden sword as many as the sands of the Ganges River, and she was instantly captured by this magnificent and sacred scene: "Is the contrast too great? The title of His Majesty the Sorcerer King is the King of the Undead. Right? Shouldn’t it be spooky like a horror movie?”

El-Melloi II blocked Luvia with one word: "The servant will not leave a corpse after death, how can the necromancy magic work?"

Cang Qi Chengzi was watching the battle wholeheartedly, and the scene in front of him was no less than those epic legends handed down from the age of gods, which was exciting.

In the center of the golden sanctuary, Anzi Ooulgong held the golden sword of wisdom forged by condensation, and began to further forge targeted kills with the spirit of words.

"God Iskandar, yours is Alexander III, the son of King Philip II of Macedonia, who is known as Alexander the Great because of his achievements."

"It is said that you are the son of Zeus, a half-human, half-god existence. This is because before you were born, there was a vision in the sky, dark clouds over the city, lightning and thunder, so that the fortune-tellers were in panic all day long, thinking that there was a catastrophe Coming soon, only one person asserts that 'a great man is about to be born'."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a faint thunderous roar in the air, and the golden swords summoned by the words were all pointed at the god Iskandar, falling like a downpour, piercing Iskandar's torso and His limbs were actually cut on the spiritual foundation of his god level.

The spirit base shaped by magic was broken by the sword of the spirit of speech. The aura of the god Iskandar suddenly slipped away, but a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

When the Sword of Word Spirit dissipated, the god Iskandar still did not choose to stop, but stepped forward firmly with the broken spirit foundation and embarked on the journey.

"Because you also conquered Egypt, you are considered by the locals to be the reincarnation of God Amon. The causal relationship between the two must not be reversed."

"In other words, most of the legends about Iskandar and the gods lack actual evidence, which is why your divinity is only C-level."

At this point, Ainz Ooal Gown completely rejected the foundation of the existence of the god Iskandar, and his spiritual foundation of the god level immediately fell apart.

Ainz-Wulgon sent the golden sword into Iskandar's chest without hesitation, even though he had recovered his humanity and sanity.

"I lost to you again, old man of the mountain..."

Iskandar smiled helplessly, with a look of relief on his rough face, feeling extremely happy.

"I thought I would have a better chance of winning after becoming a god. I just have one question, why do you hold the power of a god?"

"Killing the gods one-on-one with wisdom and bravery, and usurping the power of the gods with a mortal body, this is the mystery of the godslayer."

Anzi Wuergong answered truthfully, anyway, it is a divine art form in another world, and there is no possibility of a successful re-enactment in the Xingyue world.

"Killing Gods alone? It doesn't sound like ordinary people can do it. Those who can complete this kind of trial are only heroes who are one in a million, right?"

Iskandar thought about it, and felt that only Hercules could guarantee 100% success, and the rest of them all needed a certain amount of luck.

And let alone him, most kings are better at group battles between countries. After the Age of Gods, there are very few kings who rule the roost by personal force.

During the chat, Iskandar's body gradually glowed with white light and became hazy. This was a sign that he was about to dissipate and return to his seat.

After coming back to his senses, Hartreth couldn't help but show the back of his hand, with an expression of extreme struggle: "Order it with a command curse..."

"Eh!? Master, wait..."

Gray's exclamation suddenly came from a distance, and El-Melloi II was running towards the center of the golden sanctuary at a speed of [-] meters.

Ainz Urgon didn't stop him from coming, and Iskandar also noticed him, and seemed to recognize who he was after looking at him for a while.

El-Melloi II almost exploded with all his physical strength before he rushed to the front before Iskandar dissipated, looking up at the silhouette that was only left in outline.

"So, you are always so impatient."

"It always comes when I'm not ready, and then goes away after a self-serving aggression."

El-Melloi II didn't care to take a breath, with a nostalgic smile on his face, as if seeing an old friend who had been reunited for a long time.

"Anyway, just wait for me obediently from now on! Laugh loudly as usual, and keep an eye on my actions."

"One day, I will go to the Seat of Heroes, and you should listen to me properly. It should be okay if I knock your back on your back, you idiot!"

El-Melloi II was still smiling, but tears could not stop flowing from his eyes, and his hoarse voice was filled with sobs.

"We made a promise. Even if no one believes in me, even if I don't believe in myself, even if I don't have the ability to become a heroic spirit... I will pursue you until I burn my body."

"Because, I used to be your Master and your servant, and you were my king and my friend... Rider."

Although Iskandar had completely vanished, Ainz-Wurgon did hear his whispers of relief and expectation before he left.

"I'm waiting for you, kid..."

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"why……!"

Although Iskandar returned, another man stayed.

"Why, call me with the last Command Seal? Why did you make such a stupid decision, Hatteris."

Seeing this, Ainz-Wool Gon stopped the magic he was about to release, and silently stood aside to watch, thinking deeply.

"Faker!?" Gray also noticed Hephaestion appearing next to Hatteras and subconsciously became alert.

"That's enough, Grey." El-Melloi II patted the young apprentice on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "Hatreth's plan has completely failed, and his Command Seals have also been used up. Faker, who is supplied with mana, will be back soon."

"Teacher, you can't relax your vigilance." Luvia heard the second's words as soon as she rushed over, and couldn't help retorting: "Before he is sent to prison, no one knows whether he will continue to play tricks or not." Conspiracy, that man is not to be trusted."

"Little girl, don't be so hostile."

Aozaki Orange walked over slowly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"I support Mr. II... When you have absolute strength, any conspiracy will become worthless, and Hateres has no bargaining chips to come back."

Hephaestion completely ignored the gazes of others, staring at the red-haired man in front of him with piercing eyes, hoping for an answer.

"You can obviously use that command spell to do more meaningful things. The return of magic from the Age of Gods is imminent, but you chose to give up."

"Faker, you are right, but the plan has indeed failed."

Hateres stared at the Macedonian female warrior in front of him, his eyes were as warm as water, with the last nostalgia in his eyes.

"Therefore, compared to the irreversible wish, I still want to see you again. This is more practical."

Hartreth was betrayed twice by the Tomb Diggers, which is why he hated the world of magicians so much. He attributed everything to the environment.

It is the environment of mysterious decline that creates resource scarcity, so that magicians have to be selfish, otherwise they will not survive at all.

Only a magician who pursues exquisite self-interest can become powerful, and those good people who are altruistic have long been eaten up by other villains.

In a sense, Hartreth's cognition is undoubtedly correct, but it is still too fanciful to want to subvert the general environment on his own.

And Faker, obviously a false fake, was the first person who did not betray Hateres, and he was his most important partner.

The moment he raised the Command Seal, the uncontrollable mood made Hatreth finally understand what he really wanted.

Is revenge important?Very important.

Are ideals important?Of course it is important.

But compared with this, the opportunity to say goodbye to friends is more important.

Friendship, family affection, love, trust, guardianship, companionship... What Hartress longs for is the beautiful feelings of human beings.

Although he has always been against El-Melloi II, Hatres has always been envious and jealous of everything the other person has.

All of Weber's disciples trust him unconditionally, and Lenis, his unrelated adopted sister, also has faith in him, which is like a dream.

It can only be said that the joys and sorrows of human beings are indeed not interlinked... How could Webber Velvet have never envied Hateres' extraordinary magic talent.

Hartress was able to become the senior head of the modern magic department because of the real materials, while Weber was honored by the status of El-Melloi II.

Otherwise, the most he can do is become a star lecturer in a certain classroom in the Clock Tower, and even if he works hard all his life, he will never become a school minister.

"So you are a hopeless fool, Hateres." Hephaistion sighed with his hips on his hips, "No, Master."

"Hatres, let's capture it without a fight." El-Melloi II walked over under Gray's guard, and announced: "The great magic you have spent 30 years chasing is over, what do you have to say to you? It’s not too late to be imprisoned in the El-Melloi camp. At least compared to other factions, I think I can guarantee that you will be treated better, this is basic humanitarianism.”

"Sir, you are so considerate."

Hateres looked at El-Melloi II without any hatred in his eyes.

"If this is another monarch, I'm probably already thinking about how to play the next conspiracy, but you said it out of pure kindness... You really don't fit this role."

"I know this much better than you." El-Melloi II said with a stinky face and a rather unhappy tone: "Do you think I want to wear this skin?"

"Hahaha, it seems that this is the difference between you and me." Hateres smiled freely, and said to himself as if he had realized something: "Perhaps, this is the reason why you can gain so much trust Bar."

Hatreth, also known as Kano Kuro, is a magician born in the city where spiritual tombs are mined.

He grew up in the world of magicians since he was a child, and he was naturally influenced a lot in terms of personality and concepts.

If he could be born in the world of ordinary people, with his intelligence and gentle personality, he would probably be able to live happily.

"Your Excellency, but I still want to remind you that kindness is not a virtue in the Clock Tower, and...be careful, Meastia."

Hatteres stopped talking and said nothing more, which was a small response to the kindness shown by El-Melloi II.

"Thank you, I will remember your advice."

El-Melloi II did not argue this time, but he is not prepared to change his style of acting.

As for the last sentence, the good intentions are appreciated, and at most it proves that there is indeed a collusion between the two parties.

After being reminded by Yvette, El-Melloi II had long been wary of the smiling tiger, the monarch Meastia.

But the monarch of the Clock Tower is not so easy to overthrow, and right now these evidences cannot even give the other party a slight headache.

Unless there is a sudden and cataclysmic change like that of the Ermerians, other monarchs will also be careful and will never make trouble.