The sky is filled with yellow sand, the sun is shining in the sky, and in the inherent barrier of Iskandar, a war that spans time and space begins again.

The soldiers who had followed him on the battlefield for several years were full of energy and impressive momentum. The kite-shaped tower shields were spliced ​​together into pieces. After being trained well, they became a tall iron wall in an instant. The weapons at the rear were placed on the shoulders in front, and through the gaps between the shields.

The gap stretched forward, and the several-meter-long pointed spear easily penetrated the shield and extended far, forming a gentle advancing formation with the iron wall.

When dealing with small but elite enemies, the Macedonian army is good at using this iron-bucket chopping board tactic to crush the enemy to pieces! As long as there are enemies who dare to confront them head-on, this combination of spears and shields will kill them.

Grind thoroughly into minced meat.

In front of the battle formation, Iskandar rode his horse and looked at Brad who was protected by the undead in the center with a smile, seemingly showing off and a little proud.

"Rare soldiers and unparalleled generals really opened my eyes -" White Knight Brad was also slightly moved, with a look of admiration on his cynical face: "As far as the army is concerned, your

The subordinates are indeed unparalleled. The subordinates who follow the Lord and are willing to turn into heroic spirits are worthy of admiration for their love for the Lord..."

"But -!" Brad's eyes were solemn, and he changed the topic: "This is not a war, this is a duel! There is no country, no army, and no honor... There are just two

Everyone is just his master’s executioner!”

"——What do you want to say?" RIDER frowned slightly.

"So..." Brad's fair face made women jealous, with a somewhat evil smile: "I am destined to win this war -"

The knight's heavy sword was raised high, and the dead of the ghost army also raised their swords, guns, swords and halberds, using their actions to clear the captain's name! Some held long swords, some held short swords, and some

The undead sailors had no weapons and were holding kitchen knives that they had picked up from nowhere. The weapons hit the weapons, the shields hit the shields, and they all shouted the same syllable:

"Kill-kill-kill-!!!"

A small team of less than a hundred people erupted with an aura that was no less than that of Iskandar's thousands-strong army. The green undead aura made Joan of Arc feel a bit sinister and almost doubted whether she was still in the desert.

.

"Don't you give up until you reach the Yellow River..." Iskandar also smiled ferociously: "My army, crush them! The only ones who can stand here are us, Macedonia!"

On the side, Joan of Arc silently stepped back a lot of distance.

"Brothers! Kill them all——!!!"

Almost at the same time, Iskandar and Brad, as leaders, waved their swords, and the sword tips drew a perfect semicircle in the air. The two armies showed their claws like two behemoths——

"For the Captain!!!"

“For the King!!!”

Maintaining a distance of tens of meters, the soldiers in the back row shouted loudly and threw out the short guns in their hands. The flying sharp guns made a buzzing sound in the air, forming a sky-covering rain of swords and piercing the crew, and finally

The pirates in front clamored and pulled out the short-handed flying axes from their waists. They rounded their bodies and exerted enough strength to make the tomahawks spin and fly out, sticking to the ground like a huge horizontal knife and slashing at the army.

Formation!

When the swords of the two leaders were level with the ground, the spears and throwing axes finally fell into the enemy formation, making a loud impact!

Due to the flat throw, the double-edged flying ax weighing several kilograms accelerated to a terrifying speed under the huge arm strength of the pirates. It reached the enemy's position first, whistling and spinning, and slashed into the front row of Macedonian soldiers.

The big kite-shaped shield was knocked away directly by this flying axe.

, several soldiers in the front row were exposed because they could not hold the shields in their hands, and the flying ax that followed directly cut into the soldiers' bodies like cutting grass. The thick armor on their bodies was like a joke in front of this kind of throwing axe. It was so thin.

The pieces of paper were useless, being chopped down one after another like dominoes.

Because of the angle of the throwing ax, it flew into the enemy formation at waist height. A large number of Macedonian soldiers had their abdomens torn, and their intestines and organs flowed all over the floor. Then, due to the excessive injuries, they turned into smoke and dust and turned into magic power.

dissipate into the air...

"Hahaha, so I won this victory!!!" Brad saw the huge effect caused by the flying axe, laughed wildly, raised the knight sword again and said: "Everyone - spiritual body!!

!”

"Oh——!!!" The uniform reply showed that although they are not as good as the army, their discipline is not bad.

The green bodies of the pirates who had just finished throwing the axes calmly retracted their posture. The moment before the spears landed, they seemed to have lost weight and floated in the air, instantly becoming blurry. When all the spears that were still trembling after being inserted several meters into the ground fell.

After settling, it reappeared from the air with sparse laughter!

Seeing this scene, Iskandar's eyebrows furrowed together, but he did not hesitate. Once the momentum was exhausted before the war started, it would be even more impossible to win. Now there is only one battle!

"My most precious soldiers——" RIDER's powerful voice echoed throughout the audience: "The end of the world is just ahead, and the beauty of the new world is waiting for us to conquer. Come on, gentlemen——"

"Conquer them with me!!!"

"We came, we saw, we conquered!!!" The soldiers were not afraid, shouting the famous sayings of the conquering king, and responded to their king with a more enthusiastic voice than before, using their blood to fight against the king.

With the highest respect!

Whether it was the Macedonian soldiers or the ghost ship pirates, they all launched a crazy charge with short weapons. After the initial trial, the two beasts finally fought together without any fancy!

Let out the most violent and cruel roar——!

The sailors at the front were also well-equipped and wore several short axes in their hands again. They collided head-on with the soldiers holding long guns.

"Closer, closer, getting closer..." The Macedonian soldiers in the front row tightened their spears and silently calculated the distance to the pirates. The thought of stabbing the pirates with their spears already appeared in their minds.

The feeling of sluggishness in the chest, no, the ghost should be more lubricated?

However--

The expected banging sound did not appear, because these ghost soldiers turned into phantoms at the same time! After the first wave of Macedonian soldiers were exhausted, they appeared again, flying down from the air laughing, and harvesting with a cruel smile.

Their heads, or with a short ax in hand, split them in half from top to bottom...

A small team of only a few dozen people actually killed an enemy several times their size in a single encounter without any casualties on their own side! This kind of frightening combat data will definitely shock everyone.

When two armies fight, it is said that if casualties exceed one-tenth, it will cause panic in the army, resulting in retreat and timidity, thus highlighting the defeat.

But the Macedonian army was different. Even in the face of this unreasonable and terrifying phantom army, everyone looked proud and lucky. Even the soldiers who were cut through the heart and died with ruptured internal organs had a look of unwillingness on their faces.

With a regretful smile, he went to die calmly, but there was not a single deserter!

"My king... you will be the one to witness the end of the world for us..."

Just for the same dream, this group of soldiers had no intention of retreating. Even though they knew that the ordinary swords in their hands could not cause harm to the ghosts, they still continued to stab them with guns and knives, with crazy and fanatical expressions.

The ghosts watching were also a little trembling...

Seeing this scene, Brad's pupils shrank slightly. At this time, he was extremely grateful that his ghost army had the advantage of turning into spiritual bodies. If the two armies were really fighting, except for the army of fanatical believers, his

The military formation must be unstoppable...

The expression on Iskandar's face remained unchanged, and there was no trace of sadness or sadness on his dull expression. However, one word after another could be vaguely heard from his slightly squirming lips——

"Hermes...Beesifer...Ludwig...Mitrines..."

He firmly remembered the name of each deceased person, and remembered their common wish to reach the end of the sea - the dead brothers could only hold up a handful of bitter water from the end of the sea to reach the end.

Can pay homage.

But - all this has to wait until the enemy in front of you is killed!

"Joan of Arc——!!!" Iskandar suddenly shouted without looking back: "After watching the show for so long, it's time for you to help!"

"Huh? Woman...?" This time it was Brad's turn to be confused. It was not that he hadn't seen the blond girl in silver armor just now. To be fair, he could feel the surging magic power on her body. She was indeed a

A good warrior. But what's the use of letting her play now? What's more, how can a woman intervene in a man's battlefield? This is not a slander against women, but a stain on the glory of men - the scars of war, this is

A medal that only belongs to men!

He didn't believe that the big man opposite him could be so incompetent.

"Humph, of course I'm not watching a show -" Joan of Arc took a big step forward and shook her braid out of habit. The golden hair bounced vigorously a few times, and the spear followed her loud shout.

Inserted into the soft sand, his arms raised lightly, and the flag of France once again flew on the meat grinder-like battlefield.

——It’s just that this time she is alone, without the company of her comrades, and even Jill died just now...

Shaking her head, getting rid of the sadness and familiar figures in her mind, when Joan of Arc raised her head again, her eyes were extremely determined:

"I am the Saint of Lorraine, and the glory of France is with me -" the flag seemed to be responding to her oath, and actually emitted a burst of blood-red light: "Those who are enemies of me are enemies of these gods.

Gifts are enemies, and God will surely punish you. Those who are disrespectful, dishonest, and unbelievers will have no place for you in this world..."

As soon as the voice finished, the blood-red light on the flag became brighter, instantly bursting out with enough brilliance to cover the entire battlefield. Many people had to close their eyes, and the entire battlefield was stagnant——

"Then what? It's gone?" Brad laughed out loud when he saw this. When he saw Joan of Arc appearing, he instinctively felt a palpitation in his heart. However, he didn't expect that the intimidating red light disappeared again. At the moment, he just felt as if

Like being fooled, ridiculing without restraint.

"Hmph, I have seen the death of the stupid -" Joan of Arc's cold eyes reflected the green ghost army:

"Ah——!" A short scream almost scared Brad out of his wits, because this was exactly one of his pirates...
Chapter completed!