Chapter 130：

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Webber yelled while riding Bussifalas, and rushed into the fighting army. The sharp sword in his hand pierced the chest of his favorite and most yearning king.

Iskandar held the sword high, but seeing Webber crying and stabbing him, his face showed a gratified smile and slowly put down the sword.

"Chao"

He smiled and was pierced in the chest by Weber.

The world stopped at this moment.

The fighting is all over.

The world named [The Army of the King] disappeared.

Webber and Iskandar stood on the empty Winterwood Bridge.

The flames of the explosion from the temple church in the distance illuminated Iskandall's smiling side face and Webber's weeping face.

"Tick, tick"

The black mud mixed with blood flowed from Iskandar's chest, flowed along the sharp edge of the sword to the tip of the sword, and finally dripped on the ground.

"Your extreme ambition, this king has heard it." Iskandar laughed and said: "Growing up well, growing up well, it's my lord!"

Iskander's wide palm slapped Webber's shoulder mercilessly.

The heavy, painful thing made him hate. However, now Webber's heart is more sour, and tears are falling down his nose, little by little.

"Okay, it's time for the king to go." Iskandar drew the sword from his chest and walked forward.

"Almost forgot something," after thinking about it, he patted his head, turned his head, and looked at Weber: "You—Weber Wilwitt, are you willing to be the king's courtier?"

"Yes, I...I will be your courtier. Thank you...Thank you...Take me...Let me...see the other side of the dream...!" Webber burst into tears.

"Ah...really? Then you were ordered by this king to live well and live wonderfully. Then---, praise this king's ambition, this king's greed, and this king's magnificent world to others. People! Don't let Iskandar's empire perish in this era!" Iskandar said.

"I will...I will..." Weber said.

"Then--, the king is out." Iskander waved his cloak, turned and left, disappearing like a phantom.

The tear-stained eyes were filled with the last figure of the king, and Weber rushed up, reached out to grab it, and fished it out, but in the end, it was a snow-like spirit who threw it on his face.

"Ah ah ah ah -"

Shouting depressed, tears rained down, his hands kept slapping the ground, even if blood came out, I still didn't know.

Tears mixed with the nose, dripping from the tip of the nose.

After all, the separation came.

But is this fact cruel? No, never.

He surpassed the difficulty alone, named Webb Wilwitt. The greatest king in the world has recognized him, used him, and listed him as one of his servants.

The Wang's praise has also been won, as long as he spends the rest of his life and obtains merits commensurate with the praise.

Yes. As long as that sentence he is no longer alone.

The moment he understood this, Weber's years as a teenager came to an end.

Then he knew for the first time that tears can sometimes come out without humiliation and regret.

At this moment, on the empty bridge, Weber Wilvert looked down on the dark river, letting tears wet his cheeks.

It was hot and cool, a man's tears.

It's so cold. He said.

But this cloak is so warm. He said again.

...

The man woke up from his dream.

What he saw was still the endless desert, surrounded by soldiers and generals who loved him.

The man smiled, drew his long sword, and yelled: "Going out--!"

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ps: Rub another chapter and save the manuscript. The four wars will probably end tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Chapter 79 Our only communication is language [17th more]

With a "why", the liberated Black Sacred Sword swung into the air.

With eight consecutive "chaps", the ultimate black beam of light directly chopped off the eight hands of black mud.

With eight "click" sounds, the hands and the giant sword fell on the ground, making a vibrating sound.

Shi Lang frowned, and in an instant [projected] a hundred and twenty-eight sharp swords, shooting at Altria like rain.

Altoria waved her sword, and a strong storm of black magic power was conceived on her sword.

——[Baby King Iron Hammer]!

However, before the magic storm was released, Shirou shook hands fiercely.

——【Fantasy Collapse】!

"Rumble, rumbling--!"

One hundred and twenty-eight sharp swords exploded before the [Wind King Iron Hammer] exploded. A series of explosions were as dense as a hornet's nest.

However, Altria walked out without any damage.

The fire in Shi Lang's eyes flickered slightly. The high position given by Saber's career [to magical power], coupled with the magical enhancement given by the black mud, Altria's defense power is a bit amazing.

And--

The pitch-black holy sword lit up with a faint light, and just in an instant, the ultimate black light was formed and Altria held it high and swung it towards Shirou: "ExcaliburMorgan!"

Shi Lang's heart moved, and the mud behind him slammed into the ground. With the powerful reaction force, Shi Lang flew directly into the sky and escaped the blow.

The mud turned into wings and fluttered, Shiro stayed in the sky, looking at the ultimate black light that slowly disappeared.