This is an unprecedented war.
This is a showdown that transcends time and space.
This is a war that should only exist in the imagination.
One of the two warring parties was the famous conqueror in history, Alexander the Great, and his unrivaled army.
On the other side is King Arthur, the King of Miracles, who is one of the most famous people in the world, and his legendary Knights of the Round Table.
One side has more people and more power, and the sheer number of people is enough to make people tremble with fear.
The other side has various legends and treasure bonuses, and each one is an unparalleled knight who can fight against an entire army alone.
Both sides gambled their respective beliefs, their respective bonds, and their respective lives, and began the selfless fight that had been stopped ten years ago.
The cavalry and infantry cooperated on this side, and the knights crossed their swords on the other side.
The warriors here are numerous and powerful, and the knights here are extremely brave.
The priests and magicians who served the gods and the king provided various protections for the army. The flower magician was not to be outdone, and scattered flower rains one after another, which not only provided various benefits for the knights, but also manifested war horses, making the Knights of the Round Table truly worthy of their name.
The young knight stood with his sword drawn: "I am a member of the Knights of the Round Table, Palermoides, who dares to fight me!"
He once defeated six Knights of the Round Table by himself, and he had spent his entire life chasing monsters. He was Palomides, one of the strongest among the new generation of Knights of the Round Table.
In response to his challenge, a tall man with a spear stepped forward without hesitation.
"Maharaja**rus!"
Not only Porus, but other warriors also rushed forward. However, in the end, only Porus rushed to the side of Palomedi, and the others were all cut in half during the charge.
"Mind yourself first, Tristan."
Seeing this scene, Balmedi curled his lips in dissatisfaction. His first defeat in life was because he lost to Tristan. Since then, the two have become fierce rivals.
However, this complaint was not only due to the opponents' unwillingness to accept the defeat, but also because when Tristan came to his aid, more arrows and javelins were aimed at him - it seemed that the enemy also knew the destructive power of such a legendary archer on the battlefield.
Tristan pulled the bowstring calmly and continued to assist Palomedes, preventing him from coming into contact with too many enemies.
"Don't worry, I'm not fighting alone, and neither are you."
Just before the rain of arrows fell, another knight jumped high and blocked all the attacks. It was Galahad, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table.
Similarly, Galahad, who used the Utopia as a weapon, was also targeted, and the person responsible for protecting him was Percival, who embarked on the journey to find the Holy Grail with him.
War is never a one-man show. Both Palermo and Lurus have their own companions to support them. What they seek is not victory in a single fight, but the final victory in the war.
Not only them, the entire battlefield is like this.
Simachus and Aristono each led an army, and cooperated with Cretus's commando to surround Lancelot tightly, hoping to restrict this legendary first knight. However, just when Lancelot was about to be surrounded, Gales arrived in time, back to back with Lancelot, and helped him share half of the enemies.
On the other side, Gawain and his brother Gaheras joined forces to charge into the battle line, using their overwhelming force to pin down the armies of Ptolemy and Seleucus.
Kai, known as the "Knight of War", and the rebellious knight Mordred were the most valiant. They advanced side by side, killing from east to west, then turned around and killed south, causing chaos in the king's army.
Of course, the most dazzling one was Altria. She was riding a white horse and holding a holy spear. Under the protection of the black knight Agraguiwen and the silver knight Bedivere, she rushed straight from the most concentrated part of the enemy's force and rushed straight to the main camp of the Conqueror King.
Iskandar and his guards had been waiting for a long time. It was obvious that both sides had the same idea - shoot the horse first when shooting a person, and capture the leader first when capturing a thief!
Altria's holy spear stirred up a storm, and Iskandar's dagger was wrapped in thunder. The weapons of the two unparalleled kings finally collided at this moment.
"Knight King!!!"
"The King of Conquerors!!!"
As the two roared, the terrifying aura of wind and thunder blew away everything around them.
Afterwards, the two men's guards began to fight each other.
As the king's most trusted aides, Hephaestion and Agaguiven, his subordinates, have set their sights on each other. The strong similarities make their styles so similar: kill you first and then help the king.
The situation was similar for the two servants closest to the king. Eumenes and Bedivere, one holding a gun and the other holding a sword, launched a selfless attack on each other.
Seeing this, the shadow warrior who had been quietly hiding in the darkness to weaken his presence quietly moved up behind Altria and was about to attack, but was blinded by a blanket of petals.
"Oh my, it's not good to forget that I exist."
"Damn it, Merlin!!!" Faker cursed inwardly, listened to the sound and determined the position, then slashed forward with his sword.
With a "clang" sound and a flash of golden light, Faker felt a numbness in his palm and the sword in his hand almost flew out.
When he lifted the petals, he saw that the man who was stepping on the petals had a sword in his hand. The quality of the sword, the posture of holding the sword, and even the power of swinging the sword were all stronger than those of a warrior trained since childhood.
"You, you, you—"
"Are you scared? If you want to become the magician among magicians and reach the top, how can you do it without swordsmanship? I forgot, your swordsmanship is not bad, but your weapon is not good. If there is a chance, I will make one for you. Many of the swords of the Knights of the Round Table were made by me."
"Are you kidding me, you bastard?"
"No, no." Merlin still maintained a nonchalant attitude, "I am super serious, why is it that every time I tell the truth, no one believes it?"
"Go to hell!!!" Faker felt angrier than ever before, and the sword in his hand became sharper.
"No way!" Merlin smiled frivolously, the holy sword in his hand spun, and the petals under his feet floated, instantly pulling out four identical figures to besiege Faker.
"Ouch!" The shadow warrior, under sudden pressure, clenched his teeth so hard that his teeth were almost broken.
"Faker, use your eyes to see clearly, don't be fooled by him." A calm low voice sounded, it was Webber, "His real body is not here! It's an illusion!"
"ah!"
The golden and silver demon pupils rippled with magical power, and the white figure in front of them disappeared in an instant, and then reappeared beside Weber.
"I've been seen through. You have a really good eye, or should I say wisdom?"
"Back off, stay away from Master!"
Gray, wearing a cloak and holding an axe gun borrowed from the battle maid, stood in front of Waver like a loyal dog.
Merlin was not angry, and looked at Gray with a smile: "Oh, you are the one... Yeah, very cute, I kind of want to be your teacher."
"My teacher only needs one master." Gray refused without hesitation.
"Ugh, what a blow, I got dumped."
"Are you still in the mood to talk about this kind of thing?" Weber rubbed his temple. He had the illusion that he was not facing a great sage, but a group of problem students.
Merlin asked back: "Why not?"
"The knights you summoned are about to collapse."
"Yes, I know." Merlin was not surprised. "They are not regular servants. They can't last long anyway."
"And you still—?"
"They can't hold on, and neither can you. Even if you share the burden of supporting a barrier of this size, it won't last long. Without the 'King's Army', do you think you can stop Altria?"
In an instant, the looks of Weber, Gray, and Faker all changed.
PS: Merlin: My strength is B+ = Siegfried with dragon blood!
PS2: Gilgamesh (Caster): My strength is C.
PS3: Solomon: Uh, my real strength is E, sorry to embarrass the crown. However, after Goetia, who was attached to Solomon's body, tore off the disguise, his strength became A, which shows that Solomon's strength attribute is likely to be fake.