Tribute to the Demon King

The magic spear that pierces the earth and breaks through the sky... Rider has never forgotten the anti-army Noble Phantasm of that scale.If he was liberated, it would be possible to wipe out the entire army with a single shot.

Therefore, he must not be allowed to release the Noble Phantasm.

Must rush to him before then—

Realizing that his life was at stake, Rider showed an even more excited expression instead.

Even so...he wanted to conquer this guy.

This king is exactly the super-big difficulty that is higher than the Hindu Kush and hotter than Makran Resha.If you can conquer him and get his help, it is not impossible to fight to the end of the starry sky.

It's not that he doesn't recognize the opponent's strength... Rather, it's the opposite.

It is precisely because Rider is very clear that he is far weaker than the opponent, that there is a meaning of conquest.If he can be defeated by himself who is far weaker than the opponent, I am afraid that this guy will realize his own shortcomings and be willing to join him.

Roaring excitedly, Rider tightened his grip on the horse's belly.The army behind him rolled up the yellow sand, trampling the boundary between the earth and the air to collapse, causing the diffuse yellow sand to fly up to the sky.

Roaring and hoofbeats were mixed together, and the violent storm engulfed by pure human gestures, like tigers, leopards, wolves and apes neighing and roaring together, sent out a shocking and sharp roar.

— There is no doubt about it.That's the battlefield.That's exactly hell.

Just listening to that voice is enough to make people tremble with fear.

But in the face of Rider's army, Zhou Yi just calmly put away the long spear in his right hand, and handed over the magic spear of thorns in his left hand to his right hand.

Like the dry blood starting to flow again, the dark red magic gun gradually shone its bewitching bright red.

"Challenge despair to your heart's content, Rider."

Zhou Yi whispered, his knees sank slightly, and his whole body leaped up with a column of dust.A random jump is six or seven meters.

When reaching the highest point, the magic gun in Zhou Yi's hand swung down with a whimper and pointed straight at the ground.

Then, it was totally against common sense——Zhou Yi just ignored the influence of gravity, and his whole body stagnated in the air like this.

With the spear as the center, the mercury-like mantra distorted the surrounding atmosphere.

The magic gun covered with thorns shook violently and hummed sharply.

The magic power of the whole body is activated.All the monster-level magic power poured into the magic gun in one breath, and the excess magic power turned it into jumping scarlet lightning, making a crackling sound.

Holding a scarlet thunderbolt suspended in the air, Zhou Yi's majestic face is almost reminiscent of Zeus.

The magic power around him had condensed to an abnormal level, the air was distorted by the excess magic power, shining with a weird and dazzling brilliance.

"Gouged through—"

Zhou Yi weaves a cruel word spirit to lift the ban on the magic gun.

As if dusk had fallen, the sky around Zhou Yi turned dark red as if blood had been stabbed by a magic spear.The shattered and dyed clouds formed a weird top shape, suspended above Zhou Yi's head like an upside-down crimson pyramid.

In order to respect Rider, he chose to attack with all his magical power.

It's not like he brutally destroyed Caster's inherent enchantment before.At this moment, Zhou Yi, very slowly and carefully used his fine magic power control skills to restrain the destructive power of the magic gun, making it sharper and sharper.

Visible to the naked eye, the fiercely jumping red light gun gradually formed a new shape.

No sharp thorns, simple and simple magic gun.

Rider immediately realized that the only way to interrupt Zhou Yi's release of the Noble Phantasm was now.

But at the critical moment, instead, he slightly slowed Bucephalos' running speed and stopped his horse.

"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask you something. I'm afraid I have to ask now."

Without looking back, Rider asked in a low voice.

Clutching Rider's cloak tightly, Waver felt a premonition.

Turning around, Rider looked at the little magician behind him with gentle eyes: "Weber Velvet, are you willing to use me as a subject?"

Immediately, Weber burst into tears like rain.

Originally, he thought that he had become strong enough to not cry even in the face of the threat of death.But at this moment, he finally couldn't help but shed tears.

"...Now that it's all over, what are you talking about like a servant!"

Tears mixed with snot, and Weber held his head proudly.Looking up at Rider through the eyes blurred by tears, he showed a smile uglier than crying: "You idiot! Didn't you say that we are friends——If you want to fight, I will accompany you go!"

I wanted to say something for a long time, and finally said it.

A strong emotion surged up from Wei Bo's spine like an electric current.

"...That's it."

In the crimson gale, Rider smiled knowingly: "You have become a warrior too, kid."

He eventually backed away from the decision to hide Webb under the horse's belly.That was disrespect to Waver who had made up his mind at this moment.

But that also means—

They will embark on the final battlefield together.

also good.Rather better.

Forward, forward.Never stop, never stop.

That was the life of Iskandar the Conqueror.It makes no sense to stop after death.