I will finally be a partner in justice

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Webber rode Buciflas and yelled, rushing into the fighting army, and the sharp sword in his hand pierced the chest of his favorite and most yearning king.

Iskander 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 over.

The world named The Army of the King disappeared.

Weber and Iskandar stood on the empty Winterwood Bridge.

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

"Tick, tick"

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

"Your surging ambition to the extreme realm, this king has heard it." Iskandar said with a laugh: "Growing up well, growing up well, but it's my lord!"

Iskandall's broad palm slapped Webber's shoulder mercilessly.

The heavy, painful one made him hate.However, now Webber's heart is more sour, tears falling down his nose, bit by bit, bit by bit.

"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, would you like 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 the king to live well and live wonderfully. Then--, sing the king's ambition, the king's greed, and the magnificent world of this king to others. People! Don't let Iskandar's empire perish in this era!" Iskandar said.

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

"Then--, this 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. Webber rushed up, reached out to grab it, and fished it out, but in the end, it was a snow-like spirit that fell on his face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

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

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

The separation finally 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 already been received, 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 ended.

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 Wilvit looked down on the dark river, letting tears wet his cheeks.

It was hot and cool, men’s tears.

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!"

...

...

ps: Rub another chapter and save the manuscript.The Fourth World War will probably end tomorrow.

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

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

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

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 bred 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 in an instant it formed the ultimate black light. Altria held it high and swung it towards Shiro: "Excalibur Morgan!"

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

The mud turned into wings and fluttered, Shiro stayed in the sky, watching the extreme black light slowly disappearing.