Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 239 The End of the Conqueror

The results on the ground battlefield have also been achieved.

Iskandar pulled on the reins, and his beloved horse Busephles let out a weary neigh.

Even the warhorse, being a heroic spirit, was now covered in wounds after being repeatedly attacked and devoured by the Marked Insects.

"Phew... Looks like my magic power is really running out."

Iskandar felt the nearly depleted magical energy channels within his body and gave a helpless, bitter laugh.

The armor was covered in the remnants of the insectoid creatures, and black liquid remained on the blade of the Sword of Cyprus.

The Divine Wheel had long been swallowed up by the swarm of insects, turning into a pile of twisted metal wreckage lying not far away.

The boy on the shore, pale and trembling from exhaustion of magic, could no longer provide him with even the slightest support.

Now, only he and his warhorse are still making their last stand.

Opposite him, Matou Ryouken stood calmly in the center of the swarm of insects, leaning on his cane.

"What's wrong, Conqueror King? Where did your aura go?" Dirty Ink let out a grating laugh. "If you're lacking magic power, I have plenty of spare provisions here. I can share some with you."

"Haha, that won't be necessary."

Iskandar suddenly brandished his short sword, his tiger eyes revealing weariness, yet still burning with an indomitable kingly aura.

"Old man, I've had enough of your tricks!"

"I am the King of Conquerors, my life is one of only striving, never retreating! Even at the end of my rope, I will meet my end in a charge!"

We can't keep pulling like this!

The only chance of victory is to get close!

As long as we can break through this disgusting insect wall, as long as we can plunge the sword in our hand into the chest of that withered old man, everything will be over!

"Kid! Look closely! That's—the king's back!"

Iskandar didn't turn to look at Weber, but instead let out a deafening roar.

"Alarai!!!"

The warhorse reared up, its cloak billowing in the wind, transforming into a streak of crimson lightning!

Like a charging lion, he launched a desperate attack on Zang Yan.

But this was destined to be a tragic and desperate battle.

Without the thunderous protection of the Divine Wheel and the might of the King's Army, Iskandar was now merely a mounted warrior.

"Die." Lie Yan coldly uttered two words.

He didn't move an inch, but merely slightly raised his cane.

Buzzing—!

The swarm of insects beneath the ground erupted instantly, transforming into countless black spikes that blocked the warhorses' path like a thicket of thorns.

Countless flying insects swarmed toward Iskandar's face, trying to obscure his vision and devour his flesh.

"Get out of here!!"

Iskandar brandished his short sword, cleaving through the onrushing swarm of insects.

Bussefraus also displayed astonishing steeds.

It leaped high, crushing the insect stings blocking its path, and forcefully tore a gap in that impenetrable defense.

close!

Ten meters, five meters, three meters!

His charge grew more and more ferocious, the river water splashed with waves from his momentum, and Weber on the bank could even feel the earth trembling.

The face covered with age spots of Zang Yan was now very close, and you could even see the mocking smile in his eyes.

"Now!!"

Iskandar squeezed his legs against the horse's flanks, and with the horse's final burst of speed, he was launched into the air.

He poured all the magic he had left into the short sword in his hand.

This strike embodied his lifelong martial arts skills and beliefs.

"Give me a break!!!"

boom-!!!

As the sword light fell, the earth cracked.

The power of this sword strike was so great that it even cleaved the Weiyuan River, creating a fissure several meters long, causing the river to overflow and creating a misty spray.

Within the mist, the sound of flesh being torn apart could be clearly heard.

puff!

Matou Ryouken's hunched body was cleanly cleaved in two by the sword, his shoulder severed without any doubt!

"It worked?!"

Weber on the shore suddenly stood up, his eyes shining with hope.

Iskandar landed, panting heavily, his short sword shattering from the force of the explosion.

He looked at the broken inkstone, but there was no joy of victory on his face.

"Is it still a little short?" he smacked his lips in frustration.

"Oh dear... that was close, that was close."

The two pieces of corpse that should have been dead suddenly made a sound.

A chilling scene unfolded.

Instead of blood flowing from Zang Yan's broken body, countless black insects gushed out.

The insects quickly dispersed, then quickly gathered and piled up again, and then, a few meters away, they reformed into the shape of Matou Zangyan.

Wherever it was, only a withered human skin and a pile of chopped insect corpses remained.

"Old man..." Iskandar's hand gripping the sword hilt trembled slightly, "What kind of monster are you?"

Lie Yan straightened his collar, a mocking smile on his face: "It's just a trivial price to pay on the path to immortality."

"My true form is no longer this body... Your all-out attack just now was nothing more than crushing a few insects."

despair.

Utter despair.

Faced with such an unkillable enemy, and with his magic power exhausted, Iskandar has no chance of turning the tide.

His body began to feel heavy, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

His spirit origin has begun to crumble under the attack of the Crest Worms, and he will soon perish from the world.

"...I see."

Iskandar sighed and loosened his grip on the weapon, which was now only the hilt.

He lost.

It wasn't a matter of skill or courage that led to defeat, but rather a lack of understanding of the unpredictable methods of the magic world.

He lost because, despite being a Heroic Spirit, he lacked the self-awareness expected of one, wasting his magical energy on others.

But he doesn't regret it.

"Grandpa, I've lost."

Iskandar stood tall, maintaining his kingly dignity even in the face of death.

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you, but..."

He turned his head and looked at the thin boy in the distance who was crying his eyes out.

"Let that kid go."

"He's just a good-for-nothing student; he poses no threat to you."

Following his gaze, Zang Yan glanced at Weber, a hint of disdain flashing in his murky eyes.

"Hehe... Of course, after all, I'm not some kind of devil."

"Haha... thank you very much then." Iskandar laughed with relief.

He turned around and walked heavily toward Weber.

With each step he took, his body became a little more transparent, and golden particles of light continuously emanated from him.

"Don't go... Iskandar..."

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Weber stumbled over, trying to grab him, but his hand passed right through Iskandar's body.

"Don't cry, kid. Say goodbye like a man."

Iskandar stretched out his large hand and placed it lightly on Weber's head.

"Although we didn't get to see the endless sea on this expedition, it was still a pretty good dream."

"You must live, Webber Velvet."

"Carry my domineering spirit, and the scenery I have seen, go and witness the vastness of this world in my place..."

"Waaah... I... I'll remember!"

"Thank you! My king... Iskandar!" Waver knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Goodbye, kid.

With a final, hearty laugh, the Conqueror King's towering figure transformed into a shower of golden light, vanishing into the night wind of Weiyuanchuan.

Rider, Iskandar, exits the field.