King's Feast

Especially the bloody wind rolled up the yellow sand from the middle of the battlefield and lifted the red tassels on the helmets of the soldiers.

Wu Zhao's low chuckle was especially clear on the absolutely silent battlefield.

"Ka-clang-!"

"Ka-clang-!"

The crisp and loud crashing sound of armored metal immediately resounded across the battlefield.

As if they had received some kind of order, the millions of soldiers who watched silently in front of the King of Conquerors and his warriors retreated a few steps to both sides in a uniform order, leaving a spacious road in the middle.

At the end of this long wooden barn-lined road is Wu Zhao.

She is the emperor reviewing the army on the battlefield, and she is guarded in the center by her loyal iron-blooded soldiers.

But now, the emperor moved.

With a peaceful posture, Wu Zhao strolled leisurely from the road that was given up to the King of Conquerors.

Behind her, the famous official and titan followed suit, and Bailu led the small group of Matou Ying.

They all held the long swords worn at their waists tightly in their hands, and made a guard posture to attack at any time.

Wherever Wu Zhao went, the soldiers all stared at her, at their own emperor.Those are the eyes that can see the sun in the world, fanatical and loyal, just like seeing the fierce blazing when the faith comes.

No one dared to speak under the domineering aura of the emperor, not even the warriors around the King of Conquerors.Everyone looked at Wu Zhao quietly, waiting for her answer. .

"King of Conquest."

Wu Zhao stood in front of the million-strong army, looking directly at the King of Conquerors with a determined expression. Finally, she said, "I ask you, even if my army will definitely be the final winner. In this case, you still insist on fighting with me." Is this one?"

The Conqueror laughed.

"Heroic Wu Zhao, it's too early to say that I will win, right? My warriors are also fighters who have conquered all directions with me. They are brave and good at fighting! If you don't fight the last battle, how will you know the outcome!"

Shangguan Wan'er was irritated by the attitude of the conquering king, her face was gloomy like water, and she was about to come forward.But he was stopped by Wu Zhao's fluttering glance, holding back his anger and retreating.

The expressions of Di Renjie and other courtiers were also gloomy.

——The emperor humiliated the minister to death!In the eyes of their courtiers who have followed Wu Zhao for thousands of years, the questioning of Wu Zhao's words by the King of Conquerors is an intolerable insult to them!

But Wu Zhao didn't care, and his expression remained calm.

"I don't fight unjust battles, battles of namelessness, battles that bring disaster to the world. Therefore, King of Conquerors, I come to ask you—what are you fighting for!"

The King of Conquerors grabbed the reins of the steed that ran towards him, and replied without hesitation: "For the sake of conquest!"

"The heroic spirit Wu Zhao is not only for the Holy Grail War, but also for my kingly way! Loot what you like, conquer what you like, and always be ambitious, and always have stronger desires than his subjects. /Look! Then the subjects will admire and follow the king!"

"My warriors and I will never back down, and encountering a strong enemy will only make us more excited! So—"

The Conqueror King's expression was extremely serious.

"Come to fight! Show me your kingly way, compete with me for your kingly way, and see who will get the victory trophy!"

A happy smile appeared on Wu Zhao's lips.

"For victory...? Hahahaha, I like this reason! For victory itself, for pure victory without any extraneous things mixed in! Okay, let's fight!"

This sentence is like turning on a switch that has been dusty for thousands of years and has been ordered by human beings to never touch it.

——That is an absolutely cruel signal that belongs to the army that is sure to win.

In an instant, the millions of soldiers behind Wu Zhao were holding the long wooden barn tightly, their swords were unsheathed, and they bent their bows and drew their arrows.

The crisp and neat sound of metal collisions is like baring the fangs of a tiger to the enemy, showing them their powerful and inviolable power.

But no one in this disciplined army acted arbitrarily.

They waited quietly for the final order.

It's like a fierce tiger that absolutely obeys its master.

finally--

"My officers and soldiers obey the order - cut off the enemy's head, crush the enemy's arrogance, and dedicate the enemy's surrender to me! Bring the glory of absolute victory to me!"

"Zhen Wuzhao, the great sage emperor Zetian of the Tang Dynasty, ordered——to march!"

Wu Zhao's voice was like the sound of a bell, and it was still clearly heard by every soldier on the battlefield where the turmoil had begun.

The emperor's order has been issued, this battle - kill!

"kill--!"

The archers fired all their arrows, and the arrows shot straight at the warriors led by the King of Conquerors.

The excessive speed even ignited the arrow tail in the air, and the burning flame was like the anger of the soldiers rising because their emperor was insulted.

Now with the emperor's consent, he vowed to let the enemy feel his strong anger.

Millions of sergeants, each pair of eyes are bright and resolute, with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

It was a brave look of absolute loyalty to the emperor.

"kill--!!"

The cavalry took the lead, carrying the wooden barn and galloping.

The soldiers will pierce the enemies rushing towards them in front of their horses, never letting any danger approach the emperor behind them.

"Kill! Kill! Kill——!"

The blood stains the battlefield red, and the armor is splashed with blood, the enemy's and your own.But none of the soldiers took a step back, their eyes were burning with faith illuminated by the sun.

Even though he was injured by the enemy, he still refused to give up, and Nagaki always moved forward.

Di Renjie jumped on the battlefield with his light figure. Under his sword, no enemy could escape death.

His eyes were bright, and there was a carefree anger on that boyish face.

——Anyone who dares to belittle his majesty or insult his emperor will disappear here!Whether it is a rebel or an enemy army, he will protect his emperor!

All the ferocious beasts thirsty for the blood of the enemy came out of their cages, roaring and pounced on the enemy.

But Wu Zhao still stood firmly on the spot, staring at the King of Conquerors riding on his horse on the battlefield with bright eyes.

"Heroic Spirit Wu Zhao, come to fight! Come to fight!"

The King of Conquerors roared and rushed towards Wu Zhao.

However, Wu Zhao waved his sleeves and laughed.

"King of Conquerors, maybe you don't understand the strategies written in the 5000-year-old history books of the Eastern Land. Empires have never been established only by emperors who lead troops. I am not the emperor of war, but the emperor of strategy!"

Wu Zhao stood on the battlefield with a long body and a golden dragon swimming around her, like a beautiful peony blooming in blood and weapons.

She looked at King Conqueror's fighting spirit, with a relaxed smile in her bright eyes.

"But King of Conquerors, I recognize your kingly ways and recognize you as a king. Therefore, I give you this honor—as long as you walk in front of me, I will fight you personally!"

Wu Zhao raised her hand, and countless golden light spots gathered in her hand, solidifying into a long golden stick.

The King of Conquerors roared and rode his horse towards Wu Zhao.

The sword in his hand cut off all the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who tried to stop him, but until the moment of death, the soldiers still attacked the King of Conquerors with unyielding faith.

The King Conqueror suffered more and more wounds, and the speed towards Wu Zhao became slower and slower.

The war horse under him had already crashed to the end under thousands of wounds.

So he ran, still firmly facing Wu Zhao.

After the King of Conquerors, there were fewer and fewer warriors of the Macedonian Empire following him.

The battlefield was covered in blood, and the dead warriors fell to the ground, with unwillingness and joy in their eyes.

The sound of fighting from both sides resounded throughout the battlefield.

But no matter how brave the warriors who conquered the king were, the boundaries of the desert and yellow sand still retreated again and again.The scenery belonging to Wu Zhao's inherent enchantment moved forward firmly with an irresistible momentum.

Weber, who was thrown to the back of the battlefield, prayed with his hands folded in front of him, tears streaming down his face.He sucked his nose, still unwaveringly performing magic, to heal the wounds on the King of Conquerors.

Even though the magic power was continuously drawn from Weber's magic circuit, the weakness brought about by the constant consumption of magic power made him start to shake, and it became difficult for him to even stand upright.

But he still persistently looked at the back of the King of Conquerors.

But there are too many wounds.

Wu Zhao's soldiers never cared about their own lives, and the weapons in their hands kept leaving wounds on the King of Conquerors and his warriors.

Wu Zhao standing behind the soldiers is their unwavering faith.

—Never, never let the enemy come near their Emperor!

Even if you die in battle, the heroic soul is still there!

The King Conqueror's footsteps began to slow down, and his breath began to be uneven.But he still clenched the sword in his hand and stared at Wu Zhao's direction.

The boy in the official uniform jumped down from the sky and landed in front of the King of Conquerors, with the long sword in his hand moving forward.

Relying on his instinct for danger, the King of Conquerors raised his sword to block.

"Thorn--!"

There was a piercing sound as the weapons met.

Just as Di Renjie fell to the ground after somersaulting and was about to strike his sword again, Wu Zhao's voice sounded from behind him.

"Huaiying, step back."

Wu Zhao's voice carried a bright smile and approval.

"Let the King of Conquest come before me. As a tribute to the King of Courage, I will fight him."

Even on a battlefield with fierce voices, Wu Zhao's voice was not loud, but under the emperor's order, all the soldiers on the road leading to her turned their weapons to the warriors of the King of Conquerors, and let them alone King of Conquerors.

Di Renjie withdrew his sword obediently, leaped into the air and jumped to Wu Zhao's side, but the boy's pair of auspicious phoenix eyes were still staring at the King of Conquerors.As long as the King of Conquerors dared to hurt Wu Zhao, he would use his sword at any time.

The King of Conquerors panted heavily, raised his sword and walked towards Wu Zhao.

But under his seemingly normal face, there are turbulent waves.

——This is the absolute majesty of an emperor.

Even if the battle is fierce, even if the order goes against one's own beliefs, as long as it is the emperor's order, he will absolutely obey it.

——What a terrifying power of control!

"Ha, heroic spirit Wu Zhao, I admit that before this, I did underestimate you because of your female status. You are indeed a real emperor."

The King of Conquerors walked steadily towards Wu Zhao step by step with scars all over his body.

But Wu Zhao was not angry at the Conqueror's contempt before he confessed, nor was he joyful at the Conqueror's approval.

She just stood there holding a long stick, her brows calm.

Nothing can shock her, nothing can break her, and nothing can shake her dominion.

No one needs to agree.

She is a well-deserved emperor!

The golden long stick was in the hands vigorously, spinning out beautiful stick flowers.The stick in Wu Zhao's hand pointed at the King of Conquerors, and the crown shook slightly.

"Aren't you going to rescue your warriors, King of Conquerors? Their situation is not very good, and it seems that they are about to die under the sword of my soldiers."

The King of Conquerors didn't care: "Before going to war, they were ready to die in battle. Now it is the glory of a warrior to die on the battlefield."

"They didn't flinch, didn't run away, and always followed me towards the victory in my heart. They are my proud army!"

Wu Zhao raised his eyebrows, becoming interested in the way of conquering the king.

"Knowing that this is a losing battle, do you want to die persistently?"

The Conqueror King shook his head in disapproval of Wu Zhao's statement of "sending death": "This is not sending to death, this is plundering, plundering and conquering the world!"

He grinned: "Since it is a conquest, how can we retreat? We are warriors, fighting for the desire/desire in our hearts, fighting for glory, and dying in battle is also our glory!"

"So, Heroic Spirit Wu Zhao, don't worry about other people. Now it's a battle between you and me. We have to decide here, who is the one who is qualified to get the Holy Grail!"

As the Conqueror King said, his muscles tensed up, and he rushed towards Wu Zhao with a sword in his hand.

No warriors follow, no horses to gallop.

On the battlefield full of the corpses of his subordinates, the King of Conquerors stepped on the blood of his subordinates, roaring and fighting Wu Zhao in the image of a lonely king.

Whether it's Di Renjie, Shangguan Wan'er, or tens of thousands of soldiers.They all looked at the two people in the battle with bated breath, their eyes always falling on the heroic figure of their emperor in the battle.

Proud of her.

Excited for her.

Crazy for her.

"Chong--!"

The weapons clashed together.

Conqueror Wang Da, who had exhausted his magic power to the limit, was panting heavily. Even though his fighting spirit was still high, he still tried his best to hold the sword in his hand tightly.However, under the strong tremor, Wu Zhao's long stick was still thrown at an angle, and he almost lost his hand.

Then the next moment, the King of Conquerors, who had no time to defend again, could only watch helplessly as the long stick cut through the air with swift force and came towards him.

The sword that was blocked in his hand was shot down.

"Puff————!"

The sound of stabbing flesh and blood was exceptionally clear.

The Conqueror's movements suddenly stopped.

Then he lowered his head slowly.

On the thick chest, the golden long stick was unbiased, stably piercing his heart.

The King of Conquerors grinned, revealing a hearty smile.

"It seems that you won, Emperor Zetian of the Tang Dynasty. Your kingly way is indeed correct."

Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Wu Zhao and tried his best to support his crumbling body.

"This battle of conquest still makes me so excited... Nothing has changed from the original."

The King of Conquerors reluctantly turned his head back as if feeling something, and looked at the little master who was running towards him behind him.

webb...

I can't take you, let's go to see the sea at the end of my heart...

Wu Zhao let go of the long stick in his hand, and looked at the King of Conquerors coldly.

After a long time, she finally said, "Ah, it's true that I won. But King Conqueror, do you know why you lost?"

Facing the puzzled gaze of the King of Conquerors, Wu Zhao looked around at the soldiers around him.

"Your defeat was doomed from the very beginning. It wasn't power, it wasn't the army, it wasn't the number. It was just pure dominion."

"This is not a conquest between two armies, this is a battle for kingship."

Wu Zhao stretched out his hand, signaling the King of Conquerors to look at the surrounding soldiers of the Tang Dynasty.

"They won't lose."

"Because behind them is the homeland they defended with their lives, Chang'an, and Datang. Everything they care about, their wives and children, the people and cities they guard, and the country they are loyal to are all behind them! So they, absolutely No, take a step back!"

"Because their commander-in-chief is Zhen. And my prosperous age is not a paradise for princes, but a prosperous age for all my subjects! Unless they die in battle, no one can take away the glory of victory from them!"

Wu Zhao lowered his eyes halfway, looking at the King of Conquerors who was gradually sliding due to loss of strength.

"King of Conquest, your kingly way is to conquer. However, your army can only move forward, but cannot protect the people."

"That's why I said, you were doomed to lose from the very beginning."

After running desperately across the battlefield, Weber finally grabbed the Conqueror's red cloak. Before he could wipe away the tears that blurred his vision, he quickly grabbed the Conqueror's arm and supported the Conqueror with his thin body.

The King of Conquerors was stunned by Wu Zhao's words.

This was an answer he didn't expect.

"But." The King of Conquerors looked at Wu Zhao: "Whether it is mine or your country, they have long since perished. Now there is no Macedonian Empire or Tang Empire in this world. Not only your city, but even Your palace is gone."

"What exactly is your army protecting?"

"Death? No."

Wu Zhao raised her head, her bright eyes were full of unquestionable pride and confidence.

"My name, my prosperous age, and my Tang and Zhou dynasties will always exist deep in the blood of the people of the Eastern Land."

"Thousands of years, ten thousand years! Still flowing."

All the soldiers watching Wu Zhao raised their weapons aloft with excitement, soaring to the sky, and loudly echoed their emperor.

"Emperor Wu! Emperor Wu! Emperor Wu!!"

"Tang Zhou! Tang Zhou! Tang Zhou!!"

"Emperor Wu! Emperor Wu! Emperor Wu!!"

"Tang Zhou! Tang Zhou! Tang Zhou!!"

……

With tears in his eyes, Wei Bo looked at the excited soldiers around him.

With such a high-pitched fighting spirit and pride, the King of Conquerors stared at Wu Zhao for a long time.

Then, the King of Conquerors broke into a big smile.

"Whether it's the Holy Grail or the victory, it is unquestionably yours. Emperor Zetian of the Tang Dynasty, you are, well-deserved, king..."

As he spoke, the weight of his strong body was completely on Weber's body, and his proud head slowly drooped.

Wei Bo was almost crushed/staggered, but he gritted his teeth and held on, still firmly supporting the King of Conquerors.

"Stupid Iskandar! I said I'm going back to make plans. No matter how you look at it, the king of the east is a terrible opponent... Idiot, idiot, idiot!"

The boy's voice was obviously crying, realizing that the King of Conquerors was about to face a dead end, Weber's snot and tears flowed down together, staining that handsome face.

Holding on to the last trace of magic power, the King of Conquerors smiled.With great effort, he raised his big hand and landed on his little master's head, messing up the boy's hair for the last time.

Reishinization has irreversibly begun.

From the red cloak fluttering behind him, it spread upwards a little bit.The powerful body began to scatter into countless golden spots of light.

The King of Conquerors took Weber into his arms, pressed close to his ears, and whispered to him.

The spiritualization has spread to the waist of the King of Conquerors.

"...Remember, Weber. Yes, become a brave warrior..."

Weber nodded his head indiscriminately, his voice choked up to the point where he could hardly articulate.

The moment Weber nodded, the King of Conquerors, who tried his best to confess his little master, finally collapsed suddenly unable to hold on.

Weeping uncontrollably, Weber stretched out his hand, trying to grab those light spots.

But all is in vain.

In the light, only the King of Conquerors laughed heartily.

"Hahahaha! Emperor Zetian of the Tang Dynasty, this is indeed a great battle!"

Thousands of light spots scattered in the air are too dazzling, just like the legendary life of the King of Conquerors.

Wu Zhao stared at everything in front of her without saying a word, until the last ray of light disappeared, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Victory belongs to me."

The army of millions shouted in unison following the announcement of their emperor.

"victory!"

"victory!"

"victory!!"

……

Not far away, King Arthur, who had been silently watching the battle situation, moved slightly. The death of King Conqueror and Weber's cries made her sad.

But what made her even more emotional was the appeal of Wu Zhao's army.

This was the joy of victory she had felt when she was the victorious king of the British Empire.

"Did you see that, Saber?"

Gilgamesh, clad in golden armor, folded his arms and sneered, "Now that you know your regrets, how ridiculous is it?"

Gilgamesh looked in Wu Zhao's direction, and Ruby's eyes were not only admiring, but also happy.

"The king should be like this. The king is the foundation of the empire, the foundation of the empire's existence, and the supreme existence that everyone is willing to sacrifice everything! Saber, you refute me, but do you have these?"

Facing Gilgamesh's obviously mocking question, King Arthur remained silent and clenched the treasure in his hand.

— But the king of the east also said it.

The kingly way, no one needs to agree with it!

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