Facing Nero's rushing figure and the flaming alien sword Primordial Fire, Iskandar, who was restrained by Animusfia's magic in the Divine Chariot, could only swing the sword in a hurry. Block.
However, the huge force coming from the blade almost knocked Iskandar's beloved sword out of his wrist.
If it hadn't been for the influence of Jing Ke's Dagger of No Return, perhaps Iskandar wouldn't be in such a mess.
However, now Iskandar had to fight while suppressing the stability of his spiritual base.
It was hard to believe that all this was done by the petite girl in front of him.
It also reminded Iskandar of the time when he had a head-on confrontation with the Knight King.
It must be said that Nero, who fought with him here, was very similar to Arthur, the knight king of Britain.
However, the two have more fundamental differences.
If you are a vulgar person who only relies on appearance to identify people's hearts, you may be misled.
But for a being like Iskandar who can recognize people, the difference between Nero and Artoria is worlds apart.
Is it a heroic spirit?
Feeling the majestic magic power on the blade of the Primordial Fire, Iskandar couldn't help but think this.
However, Nero still feels like an ordinary person with a mortal body.
Augustus in the Roman Empire at this moment should not be a soul without an actual body.
interesting.
A mere mortal has the ability to compete head-on with heroic spirits.
Although Iskandar was unable to exert his full strength due to the poisonous injuries in his body, he was still immersed in the battle with Nero.
"Sword skills are as gorgeous as a dance, but the murderous intent within them is not diminished at all - it's a pity that you don't know where your sword blade should be pointed."
Turning around to avoid the sword blade that fell beside him, Iskandar left the divine wheel that was fixed in mid-air by Animusfia's magic, like it was stuck on the branches of a giant black tree.
Emma Buciferas appeared out of thin air in Iskandar's crotch, putting him at a distance from Nero again.
"You are indeed a complete king, aloof but decisive in killing. Underneath the gorgeous appearance is a wanton nature... Even among kings, someone like you is considered unique, Nero. .”
Iskandar spoke Nero's name slowly.
"hateful."
Seeing Iskandar regaining a favorable distance as a Rider, Nero gritted his teeth reluctantly.
"Then what about you? If you are invading other countries, or even the future of all mankind, you are much worse than me."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha------!"
Hearing Nero's almost accusatory words, Iskandar laughed out loud without caring.
"Why.....?"
Nero was puzzled by Iskandar who laughed.
"You must be a heroic spirit! You must be a hero who has made outstanding achievements in life and is able to appear here again!"
To this day, Nero has encountered many heroic spirits.
His proud ancestors were the rebels who once swept through Rome, and the victorious queen who led her tribe to revolt.
There are also Animusfia, Matthew Kyrielight, Elizabeth Bathory and Artoria Pendragon Alter from the future.
Some of them were hostile to Nero, and some were helping him.
It's ridiculous to say that the beings who were hostile to Nero were the ancestors she most closely admired, while those who helped Nero were the enemies and strangers she had never met.
Even then, Nero still found their difficulties and reasons from the mouths of his ancestors who were hostile to him.
However, Nero did not know why the strange heroic spirit in front of him chose to help the "United Empire" to destroy Rome, and even destroy mankind.
[Rome] gave him no love.
Nero saw it just at a glance.
"Why...why did you choose to do such an evil thing!"
"It seems that you still don't know who I am, little girl."
Busifaras, who was stepping down from Iskandar, was restlessly tapping his front hooves.
"Forget it, now is a good time to tell me your family name——My real name is Iskandar, Alexander the Conqueror, King of Macedonia, Conqueror of Persia!"
After hearing that name that had almost become a myth in the Roman-Greek area, Nero's eyes widened in disbelief.
That was a greater conqueror than Caesar.
There is nothing wrong with making him the world's first conqueror.
If you want to ask why, all the previous [conquests] seemed as ridiculous as children in front of Alexander.
"Since you are that Alexander...then shouldn't you protect————"
"ridiculous."
Iskandar interrupted Nero.
"That's why I think so, Nero. You are so naive that when you face reality, you will be confused because of your naivety."
Lightning struck the ground beneath Iskandar one after another from the air.
"Why do you think that the name Iskandar————will be a symbol of justice and protection?"
Iskandar's cold gaze was in sharp contrast to his previous bold smile.
"Eh.....?"
"I am the embodiment of domineering and a symbol of conquest. After my arrival, nothing can exist except conquest. Why do you think that I will help you protect this land?"
The yellow sand in the sky rose up, and figures appeared behind Iskandar.
Those were the soldiers who had fought with him in Asia Minor and Persia and India.
In the end, there were more and more figures, and they gathered into a huge military formation behind Iskandar.
And the space around Nero unknowingly turned into a plain where the sun was scorching and hot sand was dancing.
