The Magical Journey of the Commander

"Bad taste?" Gilgamesh was a little confused.

"Perhaps you will meet him later, but I feel that the two of you will not chat together because he is an unruly person." George V smiled.

"Unruly?" Gilgamesh immediately understood what George V meant. "Interesting, I would like to ask, is the person you are talking about in this world, or is he from this world? Other than that?”

"Isn't the answer to this question already in your heart? King of Heroes." George V did not answer directly, but told Gilgamesh very tactfully.

Gilgamesh curled his lips. He didn't even know that such a stranger had come to his courtyard, but now he only found out after someone else stood up and told him.

Kotomine Kirei was stunned when he heard this, and quickly told Tokiomi Tosaka the news.

Tohsaka Toki felt a sense of clarity in his heart. He had now figured out who summoned these people. In the entire Fuyuki City, there is only one person who can do such a thing, and I know the depth of that person.

"Kirei, get ready, it's time for the assassins to come on stage." Tokiomi Tosaka thought about it for a moment before giving his order.

"Yes, sensei." After receiving the order from Tokiomi Tosaka, Kotomine Kirei directly used the command spell in his hand to issue the order to the assassin Himonori.

At this time, in the castle courtyard of Einzbern, while Elizabeth, Gilgamesh and others were talking, traces of black mist gradually began to appear from all directions of the courtyard.

The black mist gradually condensed into assassins wearing black clothes and masks, but several people did not stop talking because of this scene.

"Your Majesty, will you remove these filthy things?" Belfast bowed slightly to Melissa and asked respectfully.

"No, Bell." Elizabeth smiled and waved her hand, "We are not the protagonists tonight, and we are not the initiators of this banquet."

Sure enough, after Elizabeth said these words, Iskander looked at Gilgamesh, "Did you arrange this, King of Heroes?"

Gilgamesh's brows furrowed, and he lowered his head and held the wine glass, "This guy Shi Chen does all kinds of dirty things."

"Haha, it seems that the King of Heroes is very dissatisfied with his Master." Iskandar joked, "However, whether he has the tolerance to accept everyone who comes is also the measure of a king."

"You want to invite even those rabble to the banquet, King of Conquerors?" Gilgamesh said boringly.

"Of course, the king's words are for all people. If people listen sincerely, why should we distinguish between ourselves and our enemies?" After Iskandar finished speaking, he looked at Elizabeth sitting next to him, "Queen of Glory, are you Do you think so too?"

"I just provided the props. The real initiator is you, the King of Conquerors. But to me, common people are common people and they will never be able to ascend to the palace of elegance." Elizabeth said arrogantly.

"Haha, what a willful statement, but I am worthy of being a person who can walk out of his own royal way. But I am not like this, so what if I invite them since they are here?"

Iskandar smiled and said to Elizabeth, then stood up, scooped a spoonful of red wine from the wine barrel next to him, raised it, and said to the assassins who appeared in front of him.

"Okay, you're welcome. If you would like to chat with us, please come and raise a glass to drink together. This wine will be with your blood!"

Just after Iskander finished speaking, a dagger flashed brightly and flew over quickly, cutting off the handle of the wooden spoon. The red wine in the wooden spoon also lost its support and completely poured down, with part of it falling on the Conqueror's white T-shirt.

Iskandar's face suddenly calmed down, "I see, I have already said that these wines are your blood, and since you insist on discarding them like worn-out shoes, there is nothing you can do about it."

As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from his body. Wherever the strong wind passed, even Weber struggled to support himself, but there was no wave on the table where they sat.

Because Belfast, Dido, and Hermione were already standing beside the table, using blue energy to stabilize the place, and raised a blue light shield in front of everyone.

The strong wind blew on the light mask, but not even a ripple was produced, while Gilgamesh looked at the light mask in front of him and Iskandar in front of him with interest. The same was true for Arturia, who was still sitting at the round table.

After the strong wind passed, the attire on the King of Conqueror had turned into his battle uniform. He said loudly, "King of Heroes, King of Knights, Queen of Glory. This is the last question of this banquet. I want to ask, is it inevitable to be a king? Aloof?"

Gilgamesh smiled slightly, and Arturia also understood something from Elizabeth's words at this time, and just shook her head lightly.

As for the one who spoke out, it was still Elizabeth, "A king can be aloof, but a king is not aloof."

"Hahaha, Queen of Glory, it is an extra bonus to meet a king like you today." Iskandar laughed loudly, "In that case, then I will show my true kingly style here, let Please taste it."

As soon as Iskandar finished speaking, an astonishing bright light spread from his body and enveloped the entire courtyard. When the strong light dissipated, the surrounding European-style courtyard turned into an endless yellow desert.

"It's actually an inherent barrier! How is this possible? It's actually the embodiment of the mental landscape..." Irisviel, who was hiding next to Arturia, said in surprise.

Iskandar seemed to hear Irisviel's sigh, so he said, "This is my army, the land that once galloped, and the warriors who shared the joys and sorrows with me, the scenery that will remain in my heart forever."

After Iskander finished speaking, there was a sound from behind the crowd, the sound of an army marching. Everyone turned their heads and looked over, and found that what was coming towards them was the Macedonian army in good military appearance.

"The reason why this world and this landscape can take shape is because it is the mental image of all of us. Look, my unparalleled army, even if the body is destroyed and the soul is summoned by the world to become a heroic spirit, it is still loyal to me. According to the legend, Warriors. My bond with them is my most precious treasure, my royal way, and my Iskandar’s most powerful treasure, the King’s Military Power!”

Following Iskandar's voice, the troops behind the crowd cheered...