Everything returned to silence, as if the scene of the thousands of troops attacking just now was all an illusion.
The mushroom clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, but the smoke and dust on the ground have not dispersed, and the sporadic firelight has not disappeared, but the five huge pits are still very conspicuous.
In the center of the crater, some scarlet magma remains, with heat waves and steam still surging above it. High-temperature fluid slowly flows along countless cracks, forming spider webs as red as blood.
"Ahem."
On the wheel of Shenwei, Weber coughed a few times, his hair was already curled up, and his face was covered with dust.
There was still a look of horror on his face, because during the battle at Matou House, he knew that Wu Ming had this move, but the five "nuclear bombs" at the same time still exceeded his expectations.
Lost.
Weber had a clear understanding in his heart. He looked at Rider beside him. Rider had just protected him with his body.
The emperor had many burns on his skin, his red cloak was in tatters, and he looked quite embarrassed.
But his face remained calm, and there was no sign of any frustration.
The reason why he and Weber are still alive is not only that they just avoided the center of the explosion in time, but also because of the protection of the Divine Wheel, which has a certain protective effect.
However, the Shenwei wheels were also damaged as a result.
The skin of the two sacred cows was oozing with blood, and their bodies were covered with severe burns. They were lying on the ground dying. The frame was cracked in many places and was scorched black everywhere.
The emperor didn't say a word, looking deeply at the man not far away.
With his white hair dancing in the wind, and his dark pupils filled with indifference, Wu Ming just stood there, giving people an overwhelming sense of oppression like a solitary peak thousands of meters high.
Unicron jumped off the damaged wheel of Divinity.
He pulled out his sharp sword and walked towards Wuming step by step in silence, leaving Weber with a decisive look on his back.
"Rider!!"
Weber's eyes turned red and he couldn't help shouting.
The young man knew that his servant was going to die. He just took the time to observe Wu Ming. The magic aura on his body was still abundant and had not declined at all.
What a terrifying strength this is.
Not only did he easily defeat tens of thousands of troops, but he himself was unscathed and seemed to have lost nothing.
The emperor kept walking, holding the sword in his arm, and walked towards the man on the mound not far ahead.
In the red wilderness, Ren gently raised his hand, and thousands of precious phantoms rose up from the ground with cold light flowing.
The swords, guns, swords and halberds were connected in a dense black mass, blocking the starlight and casting large black shadows. The Emperor faced those precious phantoms alone and advanced under the shadow of death.
Weber's eyes were filled with despair.
Why is that nameless heroic spirit so powerful that even an army of tens of thousands of followers is vulnerable to him?
Very desperate and scared.
But the young man still suppressed the fear of death in his heart, jumped off the Shenwei wheel, and chased after him with staggering steps.
"Rider, wait for me!"
Hearing the boy's almost desperate cry, the emperor finally stopped.
He looked back at the thin young man running towards him with tears on his face and his body clearly shaking.
The muscular King of Conqueror had a pleased smile on his face, but soon became very serious:
"Go back, this is not the place for you to fight."
"Why? Rider, haven't I already joined your command?" The excitement made Weber's whole body tremble, and tears poured down like a dam.
Just before arriving at Fuyuki Bridge, he had already become Iskandar's vassal.
Weber's words made the Overlord Lord smile.
To the ministers, the king's smile is a reward that surpasses all rewards.
The young man burst into tears, raised his head and held his chest high, suppressing the hesitation and fear in his heart. However, before he could step forward and prepare to die with the king, the king stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Weber Velvet, it is my duty as a king to reveal the dream, and as a minister, your duty is to see clearly the dream shown by the king and pass it on to future generations."
The Conqueror King still looked domineering, with a hearty smile but a firm tone of voice as he ordered:
"Live, Weber. Go and witness all this, and then live to tell all about it! Tell the world how happy your king lives, and tell the world how powerful and fast Iskandar's Mercedes is!"
He refused the boy's request to fight together.
We didn't get along for long, but Dadi knew Wu Ming very well.
If Weber steps forward at this moment, Wuming will not show mercy. If he stays where he is, there will be no danger.
If you go forward and charge, you are the enemy; if you stay on the sidelines, you are passers-by.
The emperor knew Wu Ming's character. The guy had his own set of principles for doing things. He always dealt with things rather than people. He would neither kill innocent people indiscriminately nor be merciful.
Weber lowered his head and never raised it again.
The emperor immediately turned around without any need for words. Before the oath, even parting lost its meaning.
Because under Iskandar's command, the bond between the king and his subjects is eternal and transcends time and space.
A majestic horse ran over from nowhere. It was the emperor's mount. The "King's Army" had collapsed, but the horse did not disappear.
"Okay, let's go, Bucephalas!"
The conquering king mounted his horse, held the reins, kicked the mount's flank, and began the final gallop.
"Ah la la la la la──!!"
He let out a mighty roar and rushed towards the enemy waiting for him.
He is a military commander, and he knows very well that victory has been decided, but so what, so what if he can't win?
There was neither giving up nor despair in his heart, only excitement that almost jumped out of his chest.
Amazing, that guy is so powerful. Not only does he have tens of thousands of soldiers in the world in his hands, but he can also easily liberate five precious phantoms in one breath.
This man is his final enemy.
If we can overcome that difficulty and conquer him, then tens of thousands of troops combined with tens of thousands of precious phantoms will become an invincible military formation in the world!
Such an army is enough to fight to the end of the world!
A young man once thought this way.
What can you see on the other side of those mountains?
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When men were still teenagers, they all had such fantasies.
How many people have thought about this, putting down all their baggage, traveling to thousands of peaks, crossing rivers and lakes, going to distant foreign lands, and going to the end of the world...
"The glory is in the distance" - it is because it is out of reach that we challenge it.
For the sake of his ministers who are looking at his back, he must also praise the way of overlord and show the posture of overlord.
The emperor gave a hearty laugh and galloped on the wilderness with his beloved horse.
A handful of precious phantoms were projected down with a heavy whistling sound. He controlled the horse and nimbly dodged the swords filled with cold light. However, there were too many weapons, and blood kept splattering from his strong body.
But compared with the pleasure of running, this level of pain is nothing.
He has walked through so many mountains, so many Yangtze rivers, so many difficulties and obstacles... He has also flinched, saying that there is still a mountain at the end of the mountain, and when you cross one river, you will only see the next river.
There is no way to reach the end of the world.
However, in a trance, I seemed to hear the sound of waves in the distance and saw the legendary coast shrouded in dusk. There was nothing but waves after waves, the boundless eternal sea.
The endless sea was imprinted in the king's dream, and the scene depicted was a place that he still could not see with his own eyes.
Boom──Boom!
The precious phantoms were smashed down one after another, and when the blood burst out, accompanied by a neighing sound, the beloved horse Bucephalas fell.
On the cracked ground, in the light of the explosion, the emperor had no time to mourn for his close friend who had completed his mission. He raised his sword and ran hard with his own feet.
Can you rush over? Where will you fall?
He didn't think about it, let alone stopped.
Ren just stood quietly in the wilderness. He saw and saw the man's dream. He heard and heard the sound of the tide at the end of the world.
The king's army has collapsed, but the man's mental image is still there - the waves hidden under the scorching desert, illusory but real.
There is nothing on the far end of the coast, and the waves are crashing back and forth. This is the sound of the waves of the final sea in this world.
Out of respect, Ren stretched out a hand, magic power surged, and a blue-purple magic knife condensed into shape.
He took hold of the magic knife, stepped out, and disappeared instantly, rushing towards Iskandar at full speed.
Such an enemy must be killed with your own hands.
"Haha...ahhahaha!"
The emperor watched the arrival of the powerful enemy and couldn't help but let out a burst of hearty laughter. Scarlet blood spilled from the many wounds on his body and soon dyed the soles of his feet red.
Listen to the sound of the waves crashing in your chest.
The wet touch on the soles of his feet made him feel like he was running on the coastline, and it felt so comfortable to push away the sea foam with his toes!
Above the wilderness, under the starry night.
The two parties held weapons and ran towards each other. In almost the blink of an eye, they were close to each other.
The fierce fighting spirit is rising, and Wu Tao's murderous intention is surging.
The muscles in Ren's arms bulged, and the energy of the stars in his body crazily poured into the magic knife. The knife tore through the atmosphere, and the blade that was about to emerge from the afterimage emitted a cold blue light.
"Drink ah ah ah!!"
A powerful enemy was in front of him. The emperor let out a cry that echoed through the sky, and tried his best to cut off the Cypriot Sword with his arms!
They raised their weapons almost at the same time.
The next second, the light of the sword and sword instantly cut through the night sky!
The moment that was originally fleeting in the blink of an eye was somehow stretched to last as long as eternity, as if even the passage of time had stopped.
The two passed each other, and the strong wind caused by the swords blew each other's coats.
Without any warning or any sign of connection, a bright red blood flower bloomed on the ground!
With a clang, the sword fell to the ground, and the emperor woke up as if from a dream. His burly body shook, and he knelt on the ground, kicking up a burst of dust.
There was a huge wound on his chest, which was bleeding non-stop, and the wound spread to his right arm. Not only was he almost disemboweled, but his right hand holding the sword was also disabled.
"It's a very fast knife, I didn't see your move clearly."
The emperor showed a bitter smile on his blood-stained mouth, and they fought hand to hand. His Cypriot sword did not hit the enemy, but Wuming's sword did hit him.
This proved that the opponent's martial arts skills were far superior to his.
Although I had some guesses before, when I actually faced him, I realized that this guy had no weaknesses at all. He had all the points for long-range and melee combat, and he was as strong as a monster.
Caster, a class that should be the weakest, has a guy like this.
Renn picked up the Emperor's sword - the Sword of Cyprus, also known as the Remote Overlord, an A-level anti-army weapon that can be used to summon the Divine Wheel.
I silently recited an analysis in my mind.
The emperor's eyes moved. He roughly knew what Wu Ming was doing. He had projected a wine spoon during the king's banquet.
The useless projection magic was actually used to this extent.
The emperor didn't think much about it. It was normal for the loser to have his treasure robbed.
He stared at this red wilderness burning with blood and fire, with phantom corpses piled up, and swords, guns, swords and halberds stuck in the ground like tombstones.
The devastated land, desolate, dilapidated, dead silent... silently tells the story of the tragic war.
"Wu Ming, you have no dreams, and your heart is already riddled with holes." The emperor shook his head and sighed.
He didn't know his story, but in this devastated wilderness, all that was left was pain and loneliness.
Ren held the magic knife and sword and came to the King of Conqueror. He looked at him calmly and said in an indifferent tone:
"All the people I have seen are the same, either wine, women, gods, family, kings, dreams, wealth, children, strength, or novels, songs, movies... If people are not intoxicated Some things probably won’t survive.
Everyone is a slave to something, and so are you. King of Conquerors, what are you addicted to? The endless sea?"
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As if he didn't expect him to say such a thing, the Emperor was startled when he heard the words. He was silent for a while before speaking:
"Oh, yes."
"King of Conquerors, have you woken up from your dream? There is no so-called endless sea. This planet has no end."
"Yes, pursuing all the way, crossing hot deserts, climbing over freezing mountains, crossing raging rivers, and escaping from the fangs of unknown beasts... In the end, it seems to be just a distant dream.
"
The emperor sighed softly.
When he came to this era, opened the map and found that the Macedonian Empire was only a small part of the world, he was very happy because there was still a vast place to conquer.
However, the world is also a ball, there is no so-called end at all, and reaching the end is just returning to the starting point.
How ironic.
Tsk~
With a flash of cold light, Ren stabbed Rider's chest with his knife, and large amounts of blood spurted out crazily, staining the ground red.
Blood spilled from the corner of the emperor's mouth, and his consciousness began to blur.
He squinted his misty eyes and looked up at the stars in the dark night. The wisps of light emerging from the dead darkness gave people an obscure warmth.
When he was dying, he seemed to realize something, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, meeting Wuming's deep gaze.
The world is so vast and beautiful. Does it really matter that there is no place called the Endless Sea?
The dream I had long ago in Asia Minor──I saw the same dream again in this land of the Far East.
Thinking of all these wonderful things, Iskandar smiled:
"Wu Ming, the universe is so vast and boundless. Maybe there is an endless sea beyond the starry sky?"
"Of course." Renn pulled out the magic knife and responded to him seriously.
"Haha, I misunderstood you before. How can a man with a galaxy in his heart not have dreams?"
Looking up at the extremely distant and even illusory Milky Way, the emperor laughed heartily.
Only now did he finally understand this man. Even though he was standing in the devastated wilderness, even though he thought his dream was illusory, the sea of stars still did not disappear.
Mental image, heart direction.
Ren inserted the Sword of Cyprus in front of Rider: "My journey is to the stars and the sea, the conquering king, I give these words to you."
"My journey is the stars and the sea."
After finally giving such a meek answer, the emperor showed an innocent smile like a child.
He likes this sentence very much. It doesn't matter if the journey has no end. The scenery along the way has never disappointed him.
The next dream is almost about to begin.
Listening to the sound of the tide in the other side of time and space, Rider slowly closed his eyes and quietly disappeared on the spot.
