I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

This is an unprecedented war.

This is a duel across time and space.

This is a war that should only exist in imagination.

One of the two warring parties is the famous conqueror in history, Alexander the Great and his unparalleled army.

On the other side is the King of Miracles, King Arthur, who is one of the few well-known in the world, and her legendary Knights of the Round Table.

There are many people on one side, and the sheer number alone can make people frightened.

On the other side, there are various legends and noble phantom bonuses, and each one is an unparalleled knight who can fight against an army.

Both sides put their own beliefs, their own bonds, and their lives on the line, and started a selfless fight that could not continue ten years ago.

Here the cavalry and infantry cooperate, and over there the knights interlock their swords.

The warriors here are numerous and powerful, and the knights here are extremely brave.

The priests and magicians who serve the gods and the king provide various blessings to the army. The flower magician is not to be left behind, sowing flower rain one after another, not only providing various benefits to the knights, but also more realistic Each war horse is produced to make the Knights of the Round Table truly worthy of their name.

The young knight raised his sword and stood up: "I am a member of the Knights of the Round Table, Palomede, who dares to fight with me!"

He once defeated six Knights of the Round Table by himself, and he spent his whole life chasing monsters. He was Palomede, one of the few strong men among the new generation of Knights of the Round Table.

Faced with his challenge, a tall man armed with a spear stepped forward without hesitation.

"Porus, King Maharaja!"

Not only Porus, but other warriors also rushed forward. But in the end, only Porus rushed to Palomedes' side, and all the others were cut in half during the charge.

"Mind yourself first, Tristan."

Palomede curled her lips dissatisfied when she saw this scene. The first defeat in his life was to Tristan, and since then, the two have become fierce rivals.

However, this complaint was not only due to the dissatisfaction between the opponents, but also because when Tristan came to help, more bows and spears were aimed at him - it seems that the enemy also knew that such a legendary archer was under the influence of Tristan. What kind of destructive power there is on the battlefield.

Tristan drew his bow unhurriedly, and continued to aid Palamedes, preventing him from coming into contact with too many enemies.

"Don't worry, I'm not fighting alone, and neither are you."

The moment before the rain of spears and arrows fell, another knight jumped up and blocked all the attacks. It was Galahad, the most noble among the Knights of the Round Table.

Similarly, Galahad, who used the Ideal City as a weapon to smash out, was also targeted, and the person responsible for protecting him was Percival, who set out with him on the road to find the Holy Grail.

War is never a matter of one person. Whether it is Palomedes or Porus, they all have their own companions to support them. What the two of them seek is not a single victory, but the final victory of the war.

Not just them, but the entire battlefield.

Symachus and Aristonno each led an army and cooperated with Cleitas's commando to tightly surround Lancelot, hoping to restrain the legendary first knight. However, just when Lancelot was about to fall into a tight siege, Gareth arrived in time and stood back-to-back with Lancelot, helping him share half of the enemy.

On the other side, Gawain and his brother Gaheres joined forces to charge into the battle, using the power of the sky to contain the armies of Ptolemy and Seleucus.

Kai, known as the "Knight of Martial Arts", and the rebellious knight Mordred were the most valiant. The two went hand in hand, killing from the east to the west, then turning around and killing to the south, causing the king's army to panic.

Of course, the most dazzling one is Arturia. Dressed in a white horse and a holy spear, she is escorted by the black knight Agguanwen and the silver knight Bedivere. She directly comes from where the enemy's troops are strongest. Kill them and go straight to the Conqueror King's main formation.

And Iskandar and his guards have been waiting for a long time. It is obvious that both sides are paying the same attention-to shoot the man first, shoot the horse first, and to capture the thief first, capture the king!

Arturia's holy spear stirred up a storm, Iskandar's dagger entangled with thunder, and the weapons of the two unparalleled kings finally collided at this moment.

"King of Knights!!!"

"King of Conqueror!!!"

Amid the roars of the two men, the terrifying momentum of wind and thunder blew everything around them away.

Afterwards, the two guards also started fighting each other.

The king's most trusted assistants, Hephaistion and Agaguiwen, are both eyeing each other. The strong similarity makes their styles so similar. Kill you first, and then help the king.

The two attendants who were closest to the king were similar. Eumenes and Bedivere, one holding a gun and the other holding a sword, launched selfless attacks towards each other.

The Kagemusha, who was quietly hiding in the darkness and weakening his sense of presence, saw this and quietly touched behind Arturia. He was about to make a sudden attack, but his eyes were blinded by a canopy of flower petals.

"Oh my, it's not good to forget that I exist."

"Damn it, Merlin!!!" Faker cursed secretly, listened to the sound to identify his position, and slashed at him with his sword.

There was a "clang" sound and a flash of golden light. Faker felt his jaw go numb and the sword in his hand almost flew out.

Lifting up the petals, I saw that the man with his feet on the petals had a sword in his hand. No matter the quality of the sword, the posture of holding the sword, or even the strength of swinging the sword, it was better than the one who had been trained since childhood. warriors are stronger.

"you you you--"

"Are you scared? If you want to be a magician among magicians and reach the top, how can you do it if you don't know how to use a sword? Forgot, your sword skills are not bad, but your weapons are not good. If I have a chance, I will make one for you. Well, a lot of the swords of the Knights of the Round Table were made by me."

"You bastard, are you entertaining me?"

"No, no." Merlin still maintained a calm attitude, "I'm super serious. Why doesn't anyone believe me every time I tell the truth?"

"Die!!!" Faker felt angrier than ever before, and the sword in his hand became even sharper.

"No!" Merlin smiled frivolously, turning the holy sword in his hand, petals floating under his feet, and in an instant, four identical figures appeared to surround Faker.

"Ugh!" The shadow warrior, who was under sudden pressure, clenched his teeth so hard that he almost broke his teeth.

"Faker, use your eyes to see clearly, don't be confused by him." A calm bass sounded, it was Weber, "His body is not here! It's an illusion!"

"ah!"

The golden and silver demonic pupils created ripples of magic power, and the white figure in front of him disappeared instantly, then reappeared next to Weber.

"You've been seen through. Your eyesight is really good, or should I say it's wisdom?"

"Back away, stay away from Master!"

Gray, wearing a cloak, stopped in front of Webb like a loyal dog, holding an ax gun borrowed from the battle maid.

Merlin wasn't angry either, and looked at Gray with a smile: "Oh, you're the one... um, you're very cute. I almost want to be your teacher."

"My teacher only needs one master." Gray refused without hesitation.

"Uh-huh, blow, I got dumped."

"Are you still in the mood to talk about this kind of thing?" Weber rubbed his temples, having the illusion that he was not facing a great sage, but a group of problem students.

Merlin asked, "Why not?"

"The knights you summoned can hardly hold on any longer."

"Yes, I know." Merlin was not surprised, "They are not regular servants and they cannot last long."

"Then you still-?"

"They can't hold it, and you can't do the same, right? Even if we share the burden of the inherent barrier that supports this scale, it won't last too long - without the 'King's Army', do you think you can stop Al? Tolia?"

In an instant, the expressions in Weber's, Gray's and Faker's eyes all changed.

PS: Merlin: My physical strength is B+ = Siegfried with dragon blood!

PS2: Gilgamesh (Caster): My strength is C.

PS3: Solomon: Well, my strength is E. I’m sorry for embarrassing the title. However, Goetia's muscle strength, which was attached to Solomon's body, turned into A after she tore off the disguise. From this, it can be seen that His Majesty Solomon's strength attribute is probably fake.