No one would have thought that the shadow warrior of Iskandar, who shared the fate of the king and was the most trusted and trusted person, would reject the "King's Army" and hate the greatest pride in the king's life. That was tantamount to denying the way of life and even the life itself of the king she was loyal to.
However, this is the reality. Even the hero who conquered countless people could not unify the hearts and minds of everyone - perhaps he could do so while he was alive, but after his death, when the Holy Grail gave him all kinds of knowledge about the present and history, it is hard to say, especially after what happened after Iskandar's death.
Looking back at world history, Iskander’s death is very clear.
After the Great Crusade failed, before he died of fever, the king actually left a will that "the strongest will inherit the throne." Although his true intention is unknown, it was this will that completely ruined the hegemony he had fought for his whole life.
In order to become the strongest and to fight for the supreme position, Iskandar's subordinates went crazy. Capable generals turned their weapons against each other, and Olympias, who had lost her son, was unwilling to be left out. The empire, which was proud of its territory in the entire history of mankind, was instantly torn apart. The companions who once shared the goal of the sea at the end of the world left that absurd fantasy behind and started a bloody fight to the death. Even their descendants continued the endless struggle, which was called the "War of the Successors".
This war lasted for hundreds of years, and almost all the successors who thought they were qualified and their descendants were killed. In the end, most of the vast territory fell into the hands of Rome.
Iskandar lived in a dream all his life, and at the end of the dream there was such a tragic result.
When Kagemusha died, Iskandar was still alive, so she didn't see such a tragic ending, and she didn't know that the earth is round and the Sea at the End doesn't exist. After being granted knowledge by the Holy Grail and appearing in the world, her mentality collapsed, completely collapsed.
When she was alive, she was so loyal to the King of Conquerors and so trustful of her comrades, but now she hated it all.
"Yes, I hate the King's Army!"
Even though he was severely injured by Shinji and had difficulty standing, the shadow warrior still burst out with a terrifying momentum.
"I hate those idiots who destroyed everything the king had accomplished, and I hate those who tried to join them! And Olympias who taught me magic and tried to manipulate the king! And my brother who was still hanging around with those idiots even though he knew the outcome!"
Even if the king could admit it, I couldn't admit it.
Even if the king can forgive, I cannot forgive.
Her abnormal anger was ignited by tens of thousands of the king's subordinates. No, it might also include the king himself who forgave them.
The Kage's anger was so terrible that it could almost become physical and set the entire carriage on fire. But in the midst of this burning anger, Waver suddenly laughed.
"Haha. Hahahaha."
He shook his shoulders, ignoring the pressure coming from anger, and smiled at an inappropriate time.
"What's so funny?"
"No, I just think it's very much his style. A king who forced tens of thousands of soldiers to go on such a great expedition and still formed a bond with them, but made his own Kagemusha so angry that he didn't want to talk to him. That guy is always one step behind. Does he have no talent at all?"
At the end of the laughter, Weber lowered his head and said something.
"Thanks."
To the shadow warrior who has always looked down on him and always wanted to kill her.
"... Um, w-why?"
"I have been thinking about it. There has not been a day in the past ten years that I have not been troubled. Even if I want to follow the figure of 'that person' and go to the place where I should be, I don't know what I can do. After all, I am a hopeless mediocrity and have no qualities to become a Heroic Spirit. Only my apprentice has grown, and I can only watch various talents soar."
It's like a pile of things, very heavy, compressed all the way through the past ten years.
Now, he can finally be released.
"But now I can hold my head high and say this. No matter where we meet again, I will definitely be able to show off to him. No matter how many times I tell him, he will probably allow it. If my mind doesn't allow me to repeat myself, I can drink a little. Ah, I never dreamed that you would give me this opportunity. I must thank you very much."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Hmm? Oh, that's it."
Waver nodded as if it was a matter of course, and continued.
"I have avenged my death on your beloved general, the other you. If I tell that guy this, he will surely burst into laughter."
"... "
Everyone was silent.
No one could remain indifferent after hearing his bold speech and seeing his unwavering spirit in the face of anger.
There is a kind of person who, even if he is powerless, can still burst out with the brilliance of destruction. There is a kind of person who, even if he is weak, can still accomplish a great feat that shakes the world.
At this moment, everyone took it for granted that Weber and the king should meet again, and that the king should see him as he is now. His stubbornness was a little ridiculous, but it made people admire him even more.
The shadow warrior was stunned, as if bewitched by the devil's eye. Waver's declaration was like a great magic trick that no modern magician could perform, striking directly at her soul.
"Do you want to defeat me?"
When he came to his senses, his anger was ignited again, not by the foolish king and his foolish subordinates, but by Waver himself, Waver himself, not connected to Eumenes.
"Do you think you can defeat me with this level of injury? Listen carefully, young man with the soul of a warrior and all of you, as long as the warrior has not fallen, she will keep fighting!"
The female warrior raised the sword with trembling hands, and the gesture seemed to tear the sky apart.
No, her soaring magic power had already torn the sky apart.
"not good!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Lorelaia and Gray, sensing something was wrong, both rushed forward, trying to stop the crazy female warrior, but before they could move, the sword infused with a large amount of magic power had already been swung down.
Flashes of light lit up the night sky, and something beyond common sense appeared in the void, pushing away the air and creating a shocking shock wave, which attacked the carriage below and the people in the carriage.
"Wind!"
Loreleija swung her short whip at the sky. Her Majesty the Queen's magic circuits roared terribly under the mysterious amplification accumulated by Barthelmero over the past two thousand years.
That was vacuum magic powerful enough to destroy a city wall. Even in the Age of Gods, it was proof of one’s strength.
However, such powerful magic could not stop the threat from the sky. After defeating the impact, it was offset by a large amount of falling lightning.
Dense lightning fell from the dark clouds, crashing around the armored woman, blessing her.
In the center of the lightning is a great achievement that spans time and space, the crystallization of faith - a treasure.
The Shadow Warrior's Noble Phantasm is a chariot, which is very similar to Iskandar's "Godly Wheel". It is a rough but classic two-horse chariot, a symbol of devastation that gallops across the battlefield.
However, the chariot was not pulled by the sacred bull symbolizing Zeus's power, but by two bone dragons.
Of course, it is not a real dragon or giant dragon at the top of the fantasy species, but a subspecies of dragon, a flying dragon. Originated from the dragon and snake worship in the belief of Dionysus, it was often driven by witches and magicians of the ancient Greek generation. Legend has it that Medea also used such a dragon chariot as a means of transportation, and the shadow warrior who learned from Olympias was obviously also proficient in this technique.
From the identical appearance of the chariot and the "God's Wheel", it is not difficult to infer that the female charioteer also drove the chariot as Iskandar and galloped on the battlefield. However, she was not the son of Zeus and could not drive the mythical beast that was related to Zeus, so she had to use magic to drive the chariot instead.
Although the wyvern was far inferior to a real dragon, it was still a member of the fantasy species and a symbol of power. The bone dragon pulling the chariot exploded with lightning with every step, bursting out with power comparable to the previous thunderbolt. If an ordinary magician was hit by thunderbolt, he would only turn into a pile of charcoal. Even Loreleija did not want to experience the feeling of being hit by thunderbolt, and continued to use vacuum magic to compete with it.
Although lightning did not strike for the time being, everyone knew that it was only temporary, because thunder was only a part of the chariot's power, and the chariot's strongest point was a frontal charge.
The female warrior jumped into the car and said to Hatres:
"Forgive me, Master. My original intention in this manifestation was to serve you faithfully, but I cannot ignore such a provocation."
"Ah~ah."
The red-haired magician sighed dramatically.
The blue suit fluttered in the howling wind on the roof, and his sigh was blown away into the darkness.
"I knew it might turn out this way, so I tried to stop you. Now there's nothing I can do. Fortunately, I'm not completely unprepared. Let's have a blast!"
Hatteras showed an innocent smile on her face and gently covered her left breast.
"Turn around, my heart."
PS: Lorelaia is a strong person at the level of the twenty-seventh ancestor, but this must be based on a state of full preparation. I didn't expect so many things to happen this time. I didn't bring any of Barthelmero's secret treasures. The pressure to fight against the treasures was still too great.