"Your epic, already crumpled and thrown into the old paper heap of history, conquered the king. ”

“......”

Hearing Fangzheng's impolite statement, Iskandar frowned, but didn't say anything more.

In these days, he repeatedly studied the changes that modern social systems and science and technology have brought to military affairs and life.

Now, he has to admit the founder's point of view.

In this world, the conqueror is not allowed to appear again

When humanity has a strong technological power, but the technological power is still fragile, any conqueror who starts a war can easily be hunted down.

Even he was no exception.

"Is that enough..."

"I don't reconcile. ”

Iskandar sighed softly and stared at the gunship in the air. He shouted:

"Hello, little fellow in the sky, have you counted the promises you made to Webb?"

"Of course, I welcome people like Webb......"

Raise your hand and shake it in W.

"Ira"

The night sky was torn apart by bright light.

On a blazing night, a dozen half-meter-thick rails hang quietly.

They are arranged in a round, scattered pattern, like a blooming flower, like the sun scribbling on children's graffiti.

Under these more than a dozen tracks, two Black Hawk gunships hovered in the air under the drive of rotors, making a deafening noise.

On the ground, a huge depression appeared in front of everyone.

Iskandar, the conquering king who had just brandished a dagger and drove to a helicopter, was gone.

There was only a bright red alloy rail, as if it was about to melt, and it pierced into the earth.

The solid asphalt pavement had cracked, and the ground punctured by the rails had turned into a pit more than 3 meters wide. Among them, magma like blood is unleashing shocking heat.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke, and tens of thousands of big heads were scattered in every corner of the battlefield.

"Good..."

Fang Zheng clung to the helicopter door, stepped on the landing gear, and looked down at the battlefield.

In 770, the king's Weber Velvet and his youngest daughter, Yuan Banlin, both fell to the ground, their magic exhausted and they lost their resistance.

Under the locks of hundreds of large branches of various types, even the most arrogant magician can only crouch on the ground to defend himself. The overwhelming superiority of human technology is enough to tear apart the hypocrisy and nobility of magic.

"The Holy Grail War is over..."

With that, Fang Zheng jumped out of the helicopter and landed steadily on the hot asphalt.

Looking at the potholes on the road, Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly. It must be the logistics troops who want to scold the street.

But it doesn't matter. This was the first performance of "Thunder and Lightning Hands". Only by showing strength and muscle, the dregs in the darkness can understand awe.

Fang Zheng ignored the gray-faced Webber boy lying on the ground. He squatted down beside Miss Lin, who was injured on her shoulder, and bent down to examine the girl.

The bright red clothes and basket line, the thick blood stains stuck to the skirt, and the immature and lovely face was full of the desire to survive.

Fang Zheng stared at the dying little girl and said softly:

"Now, tell me who you are..."

"Traverser, open the player, or the blood of a god, or a man in women's clothes, ......"

......Hearing this, the girl Lin was confused.

She clutched her bloody shoulders tightly and shook her head resolutely.

The face of the man in front of him was full of cowardly malice. Fang Zheng laughed and everyone reads

"Since you're not a passerby, why did you kill Yan Feng Lizheng, catch his spell, and even use the spell to control Gilgamesh?"

"What's more, your mature mind is not like a little girl of eleven or twelve years old......"

......Seeing this scene, the little girl cried sadly.

Her biggest secret was directly revealed by this man.

Fang Zheng suddenly stood up and said in a tired tone:

"But it doesn't matter. Tamamo is good at torture and confession. It doesn't matter if you're an avatar of God's space or a gamer updating plugins. Even if you're a women's clothing owner, you'll show your archetype. ”

“......”

Listening to Fang Zheng's words, the little girl Lin shuddered.

Listening to Fang Zheng's words, the little girl Lin shuddered.

She's not just one of those "dead."

She died at the beginning of the Fifth Holy Grail War. She travels back to the era of the Fourth Holy Grail War. In order to complete the will of the Motosaka family, she made this layout

But how to explain it!!

Miss Lin, worry about the future.

On the other side, watching Fang Zheng step by step, listening to the heavy footsteps, Webb showed a timid look.

"Hello! Don't be so weak. I'm not Alexander's manly gay ......"

Fang Zheng looked at him like this and scolded him severely, but Weber tried his best to restrain his fear, and struggled to say:

"Alexander, he's not a! don't let you insult him......"

"Really?" Looking at Weber's angry face, Fang Zheng expressed his appreciation instead.

He said in a low voice: "Victory without destruction, bullying without humiliation, maybe this is Alexander's way of conquest? But I am not the same as him......"

"Apply everyone to the position that best suits them, squeeze out their own value, and pile up the future of mankind step by step......

"I need your strength, Webb Willett. ”

Fang Zheng looked down at the timid boy and said solemnly:

"Yes, I want to affirm your worth and make you, a man who is despised by countless people, the cornerstone of humanity. If you agree with this justice, you will follow, young man. ”

After that, Fang Zheng turned to Miss Lin and picked up the weak girl.

In the distance, a heavy Paramount Marauder wheeled armored vehicle approached, accompanied by a screeching sound of brakes.

"Uh-huh..."

In the magic workshop made of steel, expensive scientific research instruments can be seen everywhere, without mysterious charm, but with a rigorous and rigorous scientific research consciousness.

In fact, it's not so much a magician's workshop as a researcher's research institution.

In the center of the institute there was a cast steel test bench on which a young girl was tethered.

Lin Yuanban, who was only 11 or 12 years old, was severely imprisoned here by Fang Zheng. The wound on her shoulder had healed, but her magic was constantly being absorbed by the test bench.

The test bench engraved with Lu En's runes constantly drew magic from Lin Yuanban's body. This strange feeling made the little girl blush, and her delicate body subconsciously struggled.

However, this makes no sense.

Next to the test bench, Fangzheng and Tamamo stood in front of her. The witch fox Yuzao raised her slender hand and held a pile of rune paper and pasted it on Yuan Banlin's body.

Fang Zheng witnessed this scene and waited in front of Tamamo to apply.

"Miko~"

The last piece of rune paper was firmly attached to the white belly of the metaboard. Tamamo raised her slender hand and chanted a spell.

The brilliance of the blue spell shone from the pieces of runes, refracting an aura of brilliance and exuding a breathtaking power.

"Woo ......"

Her thoughts were gradually crushed, her consciousness became blank, and Miss Lin subconsciously howled and cried, and her young body twitched slightly.

After a moment, as if to give up resistance, she collapsed on the cold test bench, her eyes empty.