Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

Riding a steed unparalleled in the world, Iskandar stepped into the battle formation of the Sombra Legion by himself, but this was not enough. To break through this front, even stronger power was needed.

And where is this power, his dear little military advisor has already told him.

In the deep darkness, a purple light entwined and rushed in.

One after another sturdy thunders coiled around the quaint chariot and rushed in the direction of Iskandar.

"This is the power that brings the thunder of Zeus into control! It is the clarion call that we are going to march toward the heaven and the earth, the whole army obeys the order! Keep going!"

"Shenwei Wheel, start to conquer! Distant ravages and hegemony!"

Generally speaking, Heroic Spirits have only one Noble Phantasm, because Noble Phantasms are all miraculous powers, and Heroic Spirits with multiple Noble Phantasms combined are far more powerful than the enemy's imagination.

Even if the king's army were to be ignored, the Kamuy Wheel, which Iskander had liberated with all his might, was the best weapon for attacking the fortress.

"!"

Under the call of Iskandar, who was at the forefront, the decline of the king's army was swept away, and the Servants followed the wheels like a tide, ready to rush into the army formation of the Black Shadow Corps at any time.

Echoing Iskandar's roar, the two divine bulls that had been prepared for a long time also galloped fast, and the gorgeous chariot turned into a meteor and slammed into the Black Shadow Corps.

One after another, the lightning snakes swiftly traveled through the shadow corps, and each attack would cause a shadow to collapse and a dull thunder.

It seems that countless thunders and lightnings are thrown from the air like spears, with deadly force defeating the soldiers with a troll group, the Noble Phantasm released, the violent electric current that destroys the trolls finally tore the defense line of the troll group. .

Amidst the thunder that fell like a torrential rain, the king's army finally rushed into the army of the Black Shadow Corps.

But in the face of this momentum, Roland just read the seconds silently in his heart.

That's it.

He made a judgment. The power of liberating two Noble Phantasms at the same time is indeed very powerful, but the consumption of magic power should not be underestimated. The army of the king is originally maintained by all the servants, and the magic power of Iskandar itself is also limited.

This must not last long for the release of the real name. Although Roland didn't know how long the Noble Phantasm that Iskander could release at the same time, he was still very clear about Weber's magic supply.

The innate magic circuit determines that the magic power that Weber can provide is quite limited. This has nothing to do with him receiving Roland's support. Money will only speed up his growth to the peak, but cannot change the upper limit.

The Shenwei Wheel emanated the same might as a mountain and river flowing backwards, smashing all obstacles in front of it with its majestic power, and the purple thunder light splashed recklessly, swept away all the shadow soldiers around it as much as possible.

But in the end, the thunder that he wrapped was restrained.

And at this moment, the Shenwei Wheel could no longer move forward.

This is not a metaphor. From the depths of the underground sand, without the resistance that Thunder took care of, dozens of tentacles stretched out and tightly bound the gorgeous chariot and Zeus' sacred cow.

In the next moment, the surrounding warriors used their long knives to pierce their bodies. In front of the sharp long knives, the bones, internal organs, and muscles of the divine cow were cut off, but they had no magic power. The thunder was released, blocking the attack.

In the end, their vitality was extinguished, and Iskandar still had no intention of stopping. He called for his beloved horse, stepped on it, and moved on.

Right now, he is like a marathon athlete who supports his will. He doesn't dare to stop at all. The magic and strength in his body are gradually weakening. Before returning to his original state, he must rush to Roland to win.

And his proud army, at this time, has been entangled by the Shadow Corps, and is unable to help their king in the anxious battle.

The roar gradually overwhelmed the advancing steps, and spread in the army of the King of Conquerors. Only when they really fought hand-to-hand with the Black Shadow Corps did these servants realize the fear brought by these quiet soldiers.

They will not be afraid, nor will they retreat. From the beginning to the end, Roland has not issued a second order, and they only need to follow the will of the great Lord of Shadows.

attack.

Abandon life, separate distractions, and just attack.

Blessed by the Noble Phantasm in front of Tamamo, the Sombra Corps could have rivaled the servants of the king's army, and they had no concept of death, and they were in no way unfavorable in this **** slaughter.

This is the source of Roland's greatest pride.

The Sombra Corps are an army, but they are perfect.

They will not retreat because of the momentum of the enemy, nor will they be afraid of the death of their companions. They will only use their own fighting instinct to deprive the enemy of life as much as possible.

The tacit cooperation between the various legions has accelerated this process. If this is the case, the followers of the king's army can still muster the courage to fight to the death, but the real fear lies in this.

The Shadow Legion is immortal.

Every time one dies, a new soldier emerges from the shadows to take his place.

This is the essential difference between Roland and Iskandar. Mother Sombra loves Roland so much. After all, the fetters of the king's army gathering can be counted, and the power brought by Sombra Kingdom can't be counted by Roland himself.

Soon, the advancing Iskandar realizes that the surrounding environment is getting quieter.

The roars of comrades-in-arms and the enthusiastic shouts of courtiers disappeared, and the surroundings became more and more silent, except for this group of silent soldiers surrounded by shadows.

Finally, after his beloved horse was also beheaded, the desert scenery around Iskandar, who abandoned his horse, receded.

He can no longer maintain his inherent enchantment.

He couldn't even get close to Roland, and his hands holding up the blade were firmly locked by the tentacles of the alien group.

However, the surrounding dark shadow corps did not immediately attack, but spread out like wings that opened up, making way for them.

Roland walked towards the locked King of Conqueror step by step like this.

Anyone watching this scene held their breath, Weber's eyes were already overflowing with tears, but he still didn't forget to hold his mouth tightly to prevent the cry.

In moments like these, one's own weakness is nothing but an insult to the rider.

When the rough face of the King of Conquerors was close at hand~www.novelmt.com~ Roland took the Sword of Alexander in his hand unhurriedly and asked, "Do you regret it?"

"Ah, how do you say it? Rather than regret, now I only have regrets at the end of my dream."

He was obviously a lamb to be slaughtered without the strength to resist, but Iskandar's smile was still so bright.

"However, I will never regret this mythical battle and dream."

"Really? After that, whether you dream or not, don't forget this spirit. Goodbye, Iskandar, I will make the death of the King of Conqueror a memorable scene, and keep it in my heart. In the drama, you are one of the few characters who can bring me joy without being a harlequin."

"Pfft-"

The Sword of Alexander in Roland's hand penetrated Iskandar's chest, completely destroying his spiritual core.

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