Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

"Ahhhh!"

Accompanied by Iskandar's powerful roar.

The true name of the Noble Phantasm was released, and there was that soul-stirring battle cry.

There was also the chaotic sound of footsteps, and the one coming fast was Iskandar, who was covered in lightning and thunder, like the god of thunder, driving a chariot and galloping towards the knights below.

The sharp blades on both sides of the chariot have gathered extremely strong magical power.

Faced with this linear state, it is also a powerful attack.

Saber had only one way to deal with this.

There is never any retreat in the battle between kings.

Just attack, attack and attack continuously.

The moment someone steps back, it means that his pride as a king has been broken.

Altria raised the golden sword in her hand high.

Mobilize the magic power in the body provided by Vitan, gather the light together, and release the light.

"Ex——calibur (Sword of Promised Victory)!"

This is the intersection of light and thunder, a brilliance that can instantly light up the entire starry sky.

The two treasures collided, and a violent storm blew in all directions. Waver could only hold tightly onto the big tree root in front of him, trying hard not to be blown away.

"Really? What can I do to let him go?"

"If he stays here any longer, he will be torn to pieces by you in a short while."

A dissatisfied grumble sounded behind Waver.

Along with the sound, a deep blue barrier appeared.

That was the moment when the barrier lit up.

A raging energy storm.

The flying sand and rocks were rolled up.

At this moment, everyone was isolated outside the barrier.

Compared with the scene outside that seems like the end of the world, the tranquility inside the barrier is like being in two completely different worlds.

“Saber’s Master…”

"Why are you doing this?"

Weber came down from the tree with the posture of a humiliated young wife, but his eyes did not reveal any weakness.

"Nothing, it's just that you are no longer a threat to me."

"So saving you once doesn't matter."

Vitan yawned out of boredom.

However, his eyes were always fixed on the center of the battlefield, not even a moment's pause on Weber.

"Besides, didn't you join the King of Conquerors?"

"In that case, you will serve as his secretary this time and write the history of his defeat into his life biography."

Weber stared at Vitan in a daze.

Listen to him say some disrespectful words to his king.

But there was no anger in Weber's heart.

Instead, a feeling of relief was brewing, and he nodded gently.

"I see."

"I'll keep a good record of it."

The light gradually dissipated, revealing its true appearance.

The result was not what Vitan had expected. Although the 'Godly Wheel' was an A+ rank anti-army treasure, it was no match for Saber's Sword of Promised Victory. Just like in the original story, it was torn into pieces by the Radiance, and even the two sacred bulls pulling the cart were nowhere to be found.

"Failed……"

"Is it true that it can't defeat the legendary Holy Sword of the Stars?"

Iskandar hung on the thick branch with one hand, looking a little annoyed.

But he quickly turned his head away.

"Thank you, Saber's new Master."

Vitan is also in the posture of you please feel free to do as you please.

"How about it, Rider, do you want to surrender?"

Altria held the sword in both hands, confidence and fighting spirit rising in her.

"Is this a response to what I said, Saber?"

"It seems that you are not completely as you appear."

He swung his sword again.

The surrounding space seemed to be broken open, and a group of black, majestic BMWs walked out of the empty room.

——『Bucephalus』!

This horse cannot be considered a treasure, but it still has its own magical qualities.

It’s just because it is Iskandar’s good partner who has been fighting on the battlefield with him since he was twelve years old.

"Well, it's coming. Are you ready, Saber?"

The red-haired man raised the sword in his hand high, a bright smile appeared on his face, and even the horse he was riding made a neighing sound.

"Come on, Rider."

Altria knew what was coming next.

That is Iskandar's most proud treasure - "The King's Army"!

"Come on, Saber."

"This is my most powerful Noble Phantasm, and it is the embodiment of my dominance as a king."

"If you don't agree with my tyranny, my views, or my ideas, then you can cross this obstacle and show it to me."

He shouted freely on his horse, calling for the treasure that he was most proud of.

The huge magical power directly created a hurricane, swallowing up everything around it.

The wind that carried the hot sand blew away the surrounding gravel and broken branches as if the king was calling him.

Gathering from the other side of time and space.

The warriors who once shared the same sky with Iskandar, watched the same scenery, and fought for the same dream together are slowly taking shape under the condensation of magic.

There is no end to the sky.

The horizon has become hazy due to the heat, and anyone looking at it will be lost in the scenery at this moment.

The warriors' longing for the battlefield and their longing to stand shoulder to shoulder with the king once again traveled through time and space and turned into a miracle.

Here it becomes a reality.

Then, one by one, the Heroic Spirits who were engraved in history and selected as the Heroic Spirit Seat arrived at the stage called the battlefield.

This is the embodiment of eternity.

It is a symbol of the conquering king's way of hegemony.

As long as he once again raises his banner of hegemony, his subjects will follow him to the ends of the earth and march forward courageously.

"Using fantasy to erode reality is a relatively interesting technique."

"If I bring it back, there will probably be kids in the community who like it or are interested in it."

He squatted down, grabbed a handful of yellow sand, and let it flow through his fingers.

Hot temperature, real touch.

No one would think that such a scene is fake.

"Rider."

Far away from the battlefield, Vitan was conducting research that had nothing to do with him, while Weber was staring at him in a daze.

But now Iskandar was so eager to fight that he paid no attention to anything else.

Iskandar looked at Altria, who was holding a golden sword and charging into the battle alone without releasing her treasure, and a ferocious smile appeared on her face.

"The enemy is the knight king who clearly rules the world. She is the perfect opponent to be ravaged and conquered. Warriors, show her our dominance."

"Oh oh oh oh!!!"

This is truly a thousand sounds, the soldiers' excited shouts seem to be showing the world what their ambitions as overlords are.

The group of Heroic Spirits, led by the King of Conquerors, rushed towards Saber in a cone-shaped formation.

Iskandar, who was sprinting at the front, roared, and the soldiers behind him responded one after another.

It was a roar as wild as the raging waves.

"Alalalalalal!"

But Altria just ran forward without saying a word.

Running forward with silent but firm eyes that will not waver in the slightest.

She was clearly just a girl under 20 years old, with such a thin body.

But it shines brightly like a sword piercing the enemy's heart.

The sounds of fighting and roaring.

Getting the blue silhouette is like a butterfly dancing on the battlefield.

He looks so thin and frail.

But no warrior could touch Altria's body. With every swing of the sword, every kick, and even every punch, she could take the lives of one, two, or even three warriors.

In fact, if Altria could grab someone now, stare at him, and say, "Do you want to dance too?", the smell would be even stronger.

Isn't this a vivid reproduction of the scene where Uchiha Madara fights against an entire ninja army alone?

The same is true for more than one.

In the same way, the side with more cannot defeat the side with less.

The only difference may be that Madara is a villain, while Altria can be considered a good person.

But this is actually normal.

What did Madara fight alone?

All of them are the minority of Chunin who have taken office. Some of them can't even throw a kunai accurately. No matter how much garbage is gathered, it will at most become a garbage dump.

The same goes for Altria.

Don’t think that she fights against heroic spirits.

But don't forget that there are differences in strength among Heroic Spirits, not to mention that these are Heroic Spirits summoned by the King of Conquerors.

All of them are restricted by the existence of the government king. All the heroes in the legion have no such thing as a Noble Phantasm, and naturally they have no job descriptions and corresponding skills.

Even his magic power is not supplemented by a Master, and he can only rely on the little magic power he has to maintain his present world.

What does this mean?

This means that these heroes who were once famous in history, left behind their own legends and history, and were even much more powerful than Iskandar, may now have physical ability values ​​of only 'E' or 'F' level.

In addition to the martial arts and experience points honed on the battlefield.

Even if they gathered into a group, for the girl whose panel stats were all A, no matter how many people gathered, it would be completely meaningless.

Moreover, there is the existence of that foul Noble Phantasm.

How could there be any possibility that Altria would fail?