Chapter 180 Ancient Nuclear Warhead

Vimaya.

In ancient Indian mythology, the flying machine that travels in the sky is recorded in the two major Indian epic poems, Ramayana and Mahabharata. But few people know that the Sky Boat Vimaya is not only a vehicle, but also a weapon for aerial decisive battles. It is not only equipped with various treasure systems, but also contains a secret weapon.

Although the lethality of that secret weapon is not as good as the Sword of Separation cherished by the Hero King, its killing range is far beyond it, and it is perfect to use it to deal with the human wave tactics of the Conqueror King.

Now this secret weapon is finally going to show its power.

"Rider, the bottom of the flying boat has opened!"

"Well, I have a bad feeling. Everyone prepare for defense. Archers, prepare for the second round of firing!"

The Conqueror King's battle-hardened intuition told him that the next blow would be very serious, but the large size of the King's army also meant slow action. He was anxious and could only speed up the speed of the wheels of divine power and rushed into the air directly towards the Hero King:

"Distant Destruction (Via Expulsion)!"

The impact with the brewing of vast lightning was in vain, because the green-gold Ark had already taken off in preparation and returned to its original position after the thunder swept away. The Hero King sat firmly on the throne and laughed with a sure victory:

"Come on, Conqueror King, witness the moment when your dream ends!"

As the last command was input, an inconspicuous sphere quietly fell from the gap in the sky boat.

At first, no soldier took it seriously, because it was so small and inconspicuous in front of the army that almost covered the desert. However, when the sphere fell to the ground and released energy, it was too late.

First, a dazzling light that could blind people's eyes bloomed from the center, followed by a terrible loud noise that could make people deaf. A terrible magic storm that was ten or a hundred times more terrifying than the thunder from the sky broke out and swallowed everything in an instant.

The bones made of magic were melted, the flesh was evaporated, and the soldiers' armor made of multiple layers of linen could not even resist at all, and turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The sky trembled, the earth shattered, and in the storm where everything gradually returned to nothingness, only the rising mushroom cloud turned into a giant tower of destruction, setting up a desperate monument to destruction.

This, this is..."

The Godly Wheel that rose to high altitude with Vimaya escaped by chance, but seeing the destructive scene in front of him, even the extremely brave King of Conquerors was dumbfounded and shocked.

Although Iskandar firmly believed that the so-called "three times the limit" was just an excuse for the weak, at this moment, he did feel the mysterious "destiny" brought by the ancient Eastern proverb.

How could he not recognize it when he already understood modern technology? This is the taboo in modern thermal weapons, an extremely terrifying killing weapon - nuclear bomb!

He suddenly recalled the question and answer between Gilgamesh and Shuoyue at the King's Banquet.

Why did the Hero King suddenly question Shuoyue about the nuclear bomb?

That's because he really has such an extinction-level weapon in his hand!

After this nuclear bomb fell, everything that the King of Conquerors was proud of lost its meaning, and most of his military power was destroyed by this destructive weapon.

So the King's The army dispersed. The inherent barrier was originally maintained by the magic power of all the summoned Heroic Spirits. When the army was annihilated, the barrier was broken, and the distorted world laws returned to their original state.

The Divine Wheel that the two people rode on fell under the starry sky again, and behind them was the eternal and silent Enzo Mountain, as if waking up from a dream.

The Golden Heroic Spirit stood proudly at the other end of the bridge with a sad and beautiful smile. The positions of both sides did not change. This battle seemed to have pulled time back to the beginning.

The only change that could be seen with the eyes was the Sky Ship Vimaya under Archer, which released the ancient nuclear warhead.

There was also an invisible and fatal change - Rider's ultimate treasure "King's Army" disappeared.

"Rider..."

Waver's face lost all color, and he looked up at Rider. The giant servant asked him seriously: "I suddenly have something to ask."

"...What?"

"Weber Velvet, do you want to serve me as a minister? "

The passionate emotion made Weber tremble all over, and tears poured down like a dam bursting.

This was a question that he knew was impossible, but he had always been looking forward to. There was no need to hesitate, the answer had already been prepared, hidden deep in his heart like a priceless treasure.

"Only you are--"

The boy, who was called by his name for the first time, did not wipe his tears, raised his head and chest, and said in a firm tone: "--Only you are my king. I am willing to serve you, sacrifice for you, please guide me, let me see the same dream as you."

This oath made the domineering king smile. For his subjects, his smile is a reward that surpasses all rewards.

"Well, that's good."

Just when Weber felt that he was about to fly to the sky with excitement-he suddenly fell from mid-air.

"...Huh?"

The king grabbed the boy's short body from the chariot and gently placed it on the ground.

"It is my duty as a king to reveal dreams. As a minister, your duty is to see clearly the dream displayed by the king and pass it on to future generations.

The king issued an edict with a firm tone while smiling heartily from the carriage.

"Live, Weber. Witness it all, and live to tell it all. Tell the world how happy your king lives, and how brave and swift Iskandar's gallop is."

The flying hoofed thunder bull kicked its iron hooves and mooed as if to encourage him - was it mooing for the king who was about to die, or for the minister who was entrusted with a difficult mission?

Weber lowered his head and never raised it again. Iskandar took this action as a nod. No words are needed. From now on until the end of time, the king's figure will always guide the minister, and the minister will always be loyal to this memory. Before the oath, parting will lose its meaning, because under Iskandar's command, the bond between the king and the minister is eternal and indestructible beyond time and space.

"Okay, let's go!"

The King of Conquerors kicked the side of his mount and started the final gallop. He roared loudly and rushed towards the enemy waiting for him.

He was a strategist and knew that the winner and loser of this battle had already been determined. But "that thing" and "this thing" are two completely different things. King Iskandar of Conquerors had no choice but to charge at the golden hero. There was no other way.

In his heart, there was no giving up or despair, only excitement that almost jumped out of his chest.

Awesome, that guy is really amazing. This hero can even take out such a weapon, he is definitely the strongest enemy in the world.

That man is his last enemy.

That is the last difficulty in the world, higher than the Hindu Kush peaks, hotter than the hot sands of the Makran Desert, how can the King of Conquerors not challenge it?

"Glory is in the distance", it is because it is out of reach that he has to challenge it. For the ministers who are watching his back, he must sing the way of the overlord and show the way of the overlord.

Sitting on Vimaya, the hero king leisurely watched the challenger and released the collection of the treasury. Twenty, forty, eighty-a group of shining treasures spread out in the sky like stars. The light of the treasure reminded the King of Conquerors of the starry sky he had looked up at in the east long ago.

"Ahhh——"

The joy that shook his heart made him roar, and he drove the chariot and galloped with the bull.

The rain of stars rushed over with a heavy roar, and waves of continuous impacts ruthlessly ravaged his whole body. But compared with the pleasure of galloping, this degree of pain was nothing.

The "end" he had been pursuing was now standing in front of him. After crossing countless mountains and many rivers, he finally found his goal.

He must surpass it.

Step over the enemy in front of him.

Step by step, he kept repeating the same action. No matter how far away the figure was, as long as the steps accumulated little by little, he would be able to pass the tip of the sword to that person.

The golden enemy had an expression on his face that knew everything, and seemed to say something helplessly. But he couldn't hear it, not even the sound of the wind passing by his ears.

All he could hear was the sound of waves.

There was nothing on the far shore, and the waves were crashing back and forth. This was the sound of the waves of the final sea in this world.

Ah, that's it. He finally understood with a heart full of joy.

Why didn't he realize it before - this exciting feeling in his heart was the sound of the waves of the final sea.

"Haha... ah ha ha ha ha!"