Chapter 688: Crazy Lancelot

Even in this case, even if the people disagreed, Iskandar did not change himself, nor did he think that he was wrong.

He believes that everyone has their own desires.

A person without desire is lost.

People in this world just lost their desires in the false peace.

As long as they see his victorious figure, as long as they see the figure that belongs to the king, all people will understand what they really want.

No matter what era it is, no one can deny the desire to win.

King's Noble Phantasm, wide open.

One after another, figures appeared beside Iskandar, those were his former subordinates, each of them exuded terrifying power, and each of them worshiped and fanatically looked at their king, there were only tens of thousands of them , but the combined momentum overwhelmingly defeated the millions of people watching.

The voices of the people gradually subsided.

They opened their eyes wide and looked at this army exuding a powerful aura, and even the figure of the king surrounded by this army became taller.

"Is this Iskandar's job?" Tokiomi Tohsaka's expression was a little dignified.

"No, those are heroic spirits." Diarmuid said suddenly, "This should be a treasure."

Diarmuid, who is also a heroic spirit, can feel the breath of the Noble Phantasm. At this time, he is staring at Iskandar closely. He is looking for the monarch, and he will not let go of the opportunity to examine every monarch.

There is nothing like an opportunity to learn about a sovereign than an enemy.

Diarmuid is cautious now.

He wants to find a real monarch who can make him serve his whole life.

"Destroy them!" Iskandar roared and swung his long sword, and the shouts of tens of thousands of people rang out together. The faces of all the people were pale, and some timid people trembled all over, completely lacking the courage to clamor to overthrow the tyrant just now.

When Wang is just a human, he looks powerless.

When a king is with his army, he is the embodiment of power.

People fear and worship power.

This invincible Legion of Heroic Spirits is completely different from the original Noble Phantasm. The Noble Phantasm is the incarnation of the legend and personality of the Heroic Spirit. The profession is the choice of the heroic spirit's heart and destiny. Like Artoria, Iskandar's profession is different from his treasure. The relationship between tools is even closer.

Lorelei has clearly sensed this.

The power of each soldier is nothing to them, but it is definitely not an ant with no power, and there is a direct connection between these soldiers.

For example, the spearman who was fighting Diarmuid at the moment.

His body seems to be the strength of nearly ten thousand soldiers behind him. Every swing represents the swing of nearly ten thousand people, and even the skills are the skills of nearly ten thousand people. They are both individuals and a whole. It has reached a level similar to that of Diarmuid, who has opened the can to the limit.

Immediately afterwards, Iskandar also launched a charge.

There seemed to be a line behind him connected to every soldier, condensed into an unrivaled military force, driving the chariot, and rushed straight towards Lorelai.

One against three.

With the appearance of one person, he launched sanctions against three people.

There was a blush on Lorelei's face, which came from anger, but also from respect, so she unceremoniously used one of the skills she used as her trump card.

The giant dragon that tore through space appeared.

"Don't confront him head-on. His strength comes from these soldiers. Reduce the number of soldiers first!" Lorelai easily saw Iskandar's professional characteristics.

The dragon roared and rushed towards the super soldiers.

But at the moment when this skill was used, a long knife crossed the sky at lightning speed and pierced through it.

puff--

Lorelai dodged her heart, and the long knife slashed across her shoulder.

Blood flowers bloom.

This long knife, hundreds of meters long, was held by a man.

"Itachi Uchiha!" Lorelai called out the man's name.

There is already a feeling in my heart that it is not a second.

She is not familiar with Itachi Uchiha, but she also understands what kind of person this is, leaking information about her companions, and killing them at the last moment. Darling desperately, she would never believe it anyway.

Then there is only one answer.

Stand there unless you can win by standing there.

"Be careful! They should still have people!" Lorelai easily judged the result.

As expected, a roaring voice rushed out.

"Tohsaka Tokiomi, die!"

It was a knight burning with black flames all over his body, his helmet completely covered his face, only a smear of red light emanated from the eyes, accompanied by violent killing intent, the long black stick full of red lines was moving towards him at a terrifying speed. Following Tohsaka Tokiomi rushed towards him.

This moment.

A man with a hood who was watching the battle trembled uncontrollably.

It's really coming.

The heroic spirit that originally belonged to him was really responding to his promise at this moment—to appease his hatred that could not be relieved even if he died, with the blood of Tokiomi Tohsaka in front of him.

Snatched away his lover, snatched away his Sakura, everything that has his precious life, but he doesn't care about it.

"Kill him!" Matou Kariya laughed hysterically.

Tosaka Tokiomi seemed to vaguely hear the shout behind him, but he had no time to turn his head, the tearing killing intent of the terrifying enemy in front of him made him bewildered.

He had no idea when he would offend such a strong man.

However, that terrifying force had already come before him.

"Barrier!" Tosaka Tokiomi opened the barrier, and quickly backed away.

He is an elegant mage, and he would never be so stupid as to get close to such an obviously melee enemy.

boom--!

The barrier shattered the instant it was touched.

Not even a little hindrance.

"Flame barrier!" Tosaka Tokiomi waved his staff again, directly using a purple epic skill.

This is enough flame to melt everything.

boom--!

The stick swung by Lancelot tore through the flames, and he rushed out from the nearly 10,000-degree high temperature. The jet-black armor on his body was a little reddish, exuding a scorching breath, but his speed increased rather than decreased.

Crazy, completely crazy to rush forward regardless of everything.

Tohsaka Tokiomi was a little flustered.

"Barrier! Barrier! Barrier!"

Spells were thrown out one after another, and the magic power was released crazily, trying to prevent the opponent from approaching.

He always dismissed reckless men, but he felt an inexplicable oppressive force when facing the berserkers who were getting closer.

No one can ignore a crazy top can opener.

But what is going on?

What did he do to make this hero so angry?