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Chapter 827: Yecheng: The True One-Man Army!
Chapter 827: Yecheng: The True One-Man Army!
Yes, in the instant the strike was unleashed, what was cleaved in two wasn't just the sturdy shields but also the Heroic Spirit soldiers holding them, and even the spear-wielding soldiers behind them. Their bodies were sliced in half as if they were made of tofu.
Conqueror Alexander the Great, who had long been aware of Yecheng's martial prowess, was momentarily stunned when he witnessed this scene from afar.
He had clearly seen that the strike Yecheng unleashed was not powered by mana or Noble Phantasm abilities but solely by his own martial arts and physical strength.
And those blocking his path were not ordinary soldiers; they were Heroic Spirits, the very same soldiers who had once accompanied him in his conquests across the land. Their numbers far exceeded a mere few tens of thousands.
Due to the limitations of his Noble Phantasm, he couldn't manifest all his troops within the Proper Noun Field. The 'Royal Army Surge' he currently had was comprised almost entirely of the elite among his elite soldiers.
Yet, these elite Heroic Spirit soldiers were being slaughtered like cats and dogs under Yecheng's relentless attacks, and this was hard for Alexander to accept.
In ancient battlefields, a warrior capable of taking on a thousand enemies alone was already considered peerless, but the term 'One-Man Army' was beyond human capability. The previous Alexander had never believed such a valiant warrior could exist.
It was only today that Alexander realized that even though he had conquered half the world in his lifetime, his vision had been too narrow.
Following the Holy Grail's summons to this battlefield, even if he couldn't ultimately obtain the Grail and achieve corporeality, he had witnessed an existence he could not conquer.
"Caster, I, Alexander the Great, am glad to have met you in this Holy Grail War. Your martial prowess is indeed a rare sight in ancient times, but I will not surrender so easily!"
Yecheng, like a tiger among sheep, tore through the enemy ranks, facing the charging soldiers with ease, as if they were mere children.
Despite being completely surrounded by the enemy, due to the positioning, only a dozen or so soldiers could attack Yecheng at a time.
Alexander's soldiers were fearless and fierce in battle, while Yecheng was like an indomitable war machine, relentlessly reaping lives on the battlefield.
To defeat Yecheng, Alexander's troops even brought out the siege engines used for assaulting castles.
Boulders rained down from the sky, and judging by their size, even if they hit Yecheng, the soldiers surrounding him would also be crushed.
However, despite this, the soldiers showed no fear. They bravely formed a human wall, using their bodies to prevent Yecheng from dodging or escaping.
The order to use the siege engines didn't come from Alexander himself but from one of his generals.
Whether it was the commander giving the order or the soldiers about to be hit by the boulders, Yecheng could see no trace of fear on their faces, only determination and a thirst for victory.
The soldiers' willingness to sacrifice themselves was a testament to Alexander's charismatic leadership, and Yecheng couldn't help but admire this army.
However, even facing such an invincible army, Yecheng had no intention of falling here.
"Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom!"
Yecheng fearlessly faced the falling boulders, punching them one after another.
These multi-ton boulders might be enough to instantly kill an average mage or even affect some third-rate Heroic Spirits.
However, for Yecheng, this was not a significant issue. With his current physical capabilities, crushing tons of boulders or punching through mountains was not entirely impossible.
The boulders from the siege engine were effortlessly shattered by Yecheng, and the impact caused them to shatter and spray rock fragments in all directions, piercing the bodies of the surrounding Heroic Spirit soldiers like a shotgun blast.
Countless Heroic Spirit soldiers fell like wheat before Yecheng, whose actions showed no signs of slowing down. He continued to charge into the enemy ranks like a sharp sword, penetrating deeper into their formation.
In just a few minutes of intense fighting, the tens of thousands of troops were visibly reduced in number at an alarming rate.
Throughout this high-intensity battle, Yecheng maintained his relentless assault, seemingly tireless like an indomitable machine. He showed no signs of fatigue, and even his breathing remained steady and undisturbed.
Facing this demigod-like existence, Iskandar's 'Royal Army Surge' was a testament to his army's unwavering unity and fearless spirit. If it were any other army, they would have likely been demoralized and routed by now.
"Old friend, it's our turn to take the stage. Losing to such a valiant warrior doesn't tarnish my name. Hahahahaha!"
With a hearty laugh, Iskandar mounted his beloved horse and charged towards Yecheng.
The battle had reached a decisive point. As a commander, Iskandar could not afford to show cowardice or surrender. His dignity demanded that he fight alongside his troops, and dying on the battlefield was both his best fate and his final pride.
"Caster, let's have our final battle!"
As Iskandar charged towards him on horseback, Yecheng slowly drew the long sword embedded in the ground, a battle-ready smile on his face. "I accept your challenge, Conqueror Alexander the Great.
But remember, the one who defeated you is not called Caster, but Yecheng, the Night God of Yecheng!"
By exchanging names on the battlefield, they acknowledged each other. Yecheng, facing the charging Iskandar, charged forward with his sword drawn!
The two clashed in the middle, and as they brushed past each other, a continuous bleeding sword scar appeared on Yecheng's body.
On the other side, Iskandar's longsword had completely shattered, and his body began to transform into golden light particles, gradually fading away within his own Proper Noun Field.
"Caster... no, Yecheng, the Night God of Yecheng, I have one final request. I ask that you spare my Master..."
In response to Iskandar's last request, Yecheng nodded in agreement, and in his heart, he confirmed that these two indeed shared a deep bond.
In the Holy Grail War, the departure of a Heroic Spirit was not enough. The defeated Master could still form a contract with another unclaimed Heroic Spirit. The most straightforward solution was to eliminate the Master as well.
However, Yecheng never intended to kill Waver Velvet, and with Iskandar's request, he would not choose to be ruthless.
After defeating Lancer Diarmuid and Rider Alexander the Great, Yecheng turned his attention to the ailing Gilgamesh.
"This is our final battle. I'm giving you a chance. Draw your strongest Noble Phantasm, the Schism Sword Ea, said to be capable of cutting through the world!"
(End of Chapter)
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