Chapter 93 The Yellow Dress is Coming again, the rider's exit

Ding!

The Sword of Cyprus and the Sword of Oath of Victory were held against each other. Because the strength of the muscles was now comparable, and because of Rider's mount and Saber's injuries, the blonde girl was suppressed for a while.

Feeling the thunder and lightning coming from the sword, and paralyzed the body along the blood on his wound, Saber who realized that he could not be hardened, bent over, relying on the advantage of petite figure, kicked the Conquer King away with his feet in combat boots. .

"Huh... I'm still thinking about when you are going to get out of the battle in person. I didn't expect to conquer the king so quickly."

Provocative words came out of Saber's mouth, mocking Rider.

Don't think that Altria is a noble knight king, she is serious, she is also very vengeful on the battlefield, just now Rider mocked her betrayal, but did not forget at all.

"If you don't take countermeasures, you will kill the king's army."

Iskandar is carrying a sword, his hair is standing up and flowing with electric snakes. The muscles on his body are more terrifying than before. Pieces of it are swelling like rocks, similar to the transformed Saiyan.

"You haven't used your treasure until now. I'm afraid you are using this kind of battle to prove that my kingly way is vulnerable? How can I make you do what you want!"

The body turned into an afterimage, and as Rider, Iskandall's speed at this moment can even be more than that of Dilumu.

"Humph."

Saber snorted, the wound on her body was completely healed, and she planned to face Rider's attack head-on.

-But the soldiers in the king's army can't watch.

For a moment, under the influence of intuition, Saber held the sword with his right hand against Iskandar, and under the armor wrapped in his left hand, he firmly grasped a spear stabbed from an incredible angle.

"Oh oh oh, it's a foul girl, can this be the difference?"

A cynical voice came from behind, it must be the owner of this gun.

Saber glanced a little and saw the appearance of the person behind, the blond hair and the modern vest, and the face that looked like a gangster-without a doubt Ptolemy, the general of the Kingdom of Macedonia.

"Ptolemy, although it's on the battlefield, it's not proper to treat the Knight King like this."

Iskandar smiled like a lion. Although he spoke critical words, the sword in his hand did not relax at all. Using the blessing of his own liberation treasure, he oppressed Saber.

"Sorry my king, because it is on the battlefield..."

Ptolemy held the spear in both hands and arched slightly.

"...That's why everything can happen!"

With a high martial arts, he could not be an opponent in his own power competition, so he simply used the angle of mechanics to move Saber's very light body and lift her into the air abruptly.

"It's now! Kratrus! Porus!"

"Oh!"

"learn."

Two very different voices came, and Saber fully coordinated his body and saw what was happening below him.

Kratrus, who was in golden armor, was holding a gun that was twice as long as an ordinary spear, thinking about stab him, and another old man with a gray beard and obvious Indian characteristics also threw out several flying knives shining with cold light.

Deputy General-Klatrus. King of India-Porus.

The three members who attacked themselves are all famous figures in history. Saber finally realized that his battle had entered a fever pitch.

Not only miscellaneous fish, but the elite soldiers of the opposing team also began to take action.

She took advantage of the toughness of her waist to make a difficult movement in mid-air, and at the same time, she kept her right hand waving the sword of victory and knocking down those dense flying knives.

Would it be that simple?

Will not.

"Hahaha, the knight king, don't forget me Iskandar."

With violent laughter, the enemy lord appeared above Saber and swung his sword at her.

It was too late to defend with the sword, and the blonde girl had already thought about the countermeasures in an instant.

-Put the left hand with the guard on the path of Conquer King's slash...

He owns Avalon, and he can repair it even if his arm is broken... Saber plans to abandon the car to keep his commander.

boom!

The immense force smashed Saber down from the sky like a meteor, and landed in the yellow sand on the ground, splashing dust covering the sky and the sun.

"King, are you killed?" Kratrus came to the side of the Conquer King, staring at the big pit covered by dust.

"In that case, no one should survive," said Indian King Polus with a foreign accent.

"No, on the contrary, we are in big trouble, and a monster has taken action... That guy didn't hold it back in the end."

Iskandar was not at all happy. He knew that before his sword touched Saber's body, a strange tentacle completely blocked his slash.

Although it had been expected that Rope would not be able to sit back and watch Saber be destroyed, it was beyond Iskandar's imagination to shoot without even using the treasures of the Knight King.

It seems that this Lancer Master seems to cherish Saber...Iskandall thought of it with a headache.

For about ten seconds, a weird wind blew on the battlefield. It was not an ordinary desert wind and sand, but an even more weird, evil, unknown wind.

Feeling the wind, Iskandall's cold sweat slammed down.

With a wave of his hand, he announced loudly to the soldiers behind him.

"Everyone! Back! Webber Wilwitt! Close your eyes, you can't open them anyway!"

After the king gave the order, he rode his beloved horse and led the army to retreat to the rear, wanting to come back and reorganize his army for a grand charge.

It may also be the last time.

"Twice... The **** that kid believes in really favors him."

The distance was more than one kilometer, Iskander smiled bitterly and watched the smoke blow away, revealing the figure of a foreign **** in it.

-The King of Yellow Clothes.

"Saber, are you all right."

The strange voice was full of gentleness, and Rope stretched out a tentacle to support the blond girl who was half-kneeling on the ground.

The latter repelled Rope's form a little bit, and slightly ducked to the side.