[Shin Master Lan Yanqiang Professor Emperor Weber has] the lock of the sky

You can be high above ten thousand people, so that all the people in the world are kings; you can have an immortal name, so that the great deeds of all heroes will be dimmed in front of your name - but these, what have you to do with your own happiness? What about the relationship?

The oars pierced the waves and splashed the churning waves, and the armor of the soldiers reflected dazzling brilliance in the sun.As the pier gradually approached, the burly king beside him laughed and jumped off the bow of the boat. Amid the exclamation of everyone, he rushed up the river beach excitedly, and stuck the spear in his hand on the soft river beach.

"This is the rich plain of two rivers!" said the young Macedonian king Iskandar, "Iskandar, the son of Philip, is here today, vowing to conquer the most powerful empire in the world!"

Iskandar's characteristic sonorous voice was more exciting than drums or horns, and the warriors responded with a roar as if the world could be conquered.The warship docked at the port, and the Macedonian warriors jumped off the bow like the young king. Countless young people on the river beach cheered and ran, reflecting their vigorous figures on the land where the myth began.

"Don't be so sullen, little guy." Iskandar walked under the bow, stretched out his strong arms towards him, under the messy red hair, his smile was brighter than the sun, "jump down, I will follow you .”

Rider Iskandar's Master, Weber Velvet, a student of the clock tower, suddenly woke up. The ceiling of the bedroom showed a warm honey color under the sunlight, and the last syllable Iskandar uttered blurred the boundary between dream and waking.He sat up, and Wang Zheng, who was smiling vigorously in his dream just now, was lying on his back on the wooden floor, snoring like thunder.

This wasn't the first time Waver had dreamed about Iskandar the Conqueror.From the second night after the successful summoning, his dream became a high-definition video version of Alexander's Eastern Expedition, whether it was the Battle of the Gate of Islam described in the history books, or a small battle that could not be found, or a story like For the scene that had nothing to do with the war just now, his dreams were extremely vivid, and the level of detail made Weber himself feel very headache.For a magician, it is absolutely harmful to bear such extra energy consumption in the tense battle. After all methods of concentrating or improving sleep quality have been declared ineffective, Weber can only compromise with reality and watch Alexander East every night. Sign up.Frustrated, Weber thought to himself, if this situation continues, if he is still alive after the Holy Grail War, then he can probably write a more detailed biography of Alexander and publish it.

But he didn't understand why the scenery he saw was always from the same angle during the battle. It was the left rear of Iskandar. As long as he looked up, he would see the red cape like a flag and the vigorous back of the King of Conquerors .

——It turns out that the memories saved by the Holy Grail are fixed-point cameras, Wei Bo rubbed his swollen temples and thought wildly.The King of Conquerors woke up at some point and rubbed his head skillfully. The arm lying in front of his eyes had more wounds than what he saw in the dream, and there were more people smiling in front of him than in the dream. A bit of vicissitudes, and a bit less of a young man's sharpness.

"Aren't you awake yet, little Master?" Iskandar's loud voice interrupted his thinking, "Didn't you say that I want to do field investigation today?"

Weber, who was reminded by the servants to get down to business, immediately woke up. Feeling that his dignity as a master had been challenged again, the little magician started a new day with a series of "stupid" and thumping.As for the dream with a complete plot and a coherent plot, like many other things, it was left behind on the grounds of "the future is long".

So that night, when the vast sea of ​​sand that had repeatedly appeared in the dream unfolded around him, Wei Bo could hardly distinguish the dream from the reality.

That night, the banquet in the courtyard of Einsbern Castle was an indescribable banquet. Three famous kings met in an era that did not belong to them. The fierce flames of close combat.Although this time-traveling grand banquet was interrupted by Assassin, it was this disappointing provocation that brought the banquet into another climax.The inherent enchantment instantly turned the courtyard bathed in the moonlight into a scorching desert. The Macedonian army that had traveled all over Eurasia gathered behind the bright red cloaks. The shouts of the soldiers were deafening. It is possible to conquer the whole world.

Just ask, is the king lonely?

Iskandar answered the question with the army of the king's army who had followed him for centuries.The King of Conquerors is never alone in his life, and the army he gathers with his dreams can even follow him to the world after death.In the face of such powerful spiritual power, no sharp weapon becomes worth mentioning.

With Assassin wiped out, the dusty battlefield turned into a peaceful courtyard again.Wei Bo stared blankly at the King of Conquerors who continued to drink by himself with the same expression, and an indescribable sense of inferiority suddenly came to his heart.

Compared with this eternally famous king of conquerors, how small and humble he is.This kind of insignificance does not come from the gap in strength, but in spirit.Iskandar the Conqueror never hesitated, and in his eyes nothing in the world could bother or succumb to him.His influence is so powerful that he can even make those who follow him become heroic spirits to accompany him forever. Although the end of the world does not exist, he makes this scene deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone who has followed him, becoming a part of their lives and even Eternal Beacon of the Soul.

In contrast, the self who once boasted "to gain the approval of others" and thought that he could become a magician who controls the King of Conquerors is really small and humiliating.

So even if he wins the Holy Grail War, what can he prove?Nothing but aggravating my sense of smallness and shame.On the way out of Einsbern Castle, Weber asked himself this way, the feeling of depression in his heart expanded in the question, and it was almost unbearable.On the other hand, the strange sourness grows unstoppably in the depression, and the darkness is so dark that it almost covers up all the light.

Iskandar the Conqueror was never arrogant, so relatively, no one is special to him, not even the death of his legendary best friend Hephaestion has cast any shadow on this man, let alone , is such a small and weak Weber...

"What's wrong, so quiet all of a sudden?" Iskandar rubbed the little magician's head habitually.But the depressed Weber didn't even move to break free, and he was so quiet that even the nervous King Conqueror felt something was wrong.But Weber didn't answer him, just kept his head down, maintaining a resistance-like silence.Iskandar smiled indifferently, and comforted him: "I have forgotten that children need to go to bed early to grow taller. We will go back soon." Iskandar raised his head and said loudly to the air in front of him: "Are you still there, King of Heroes?"

The golden king appeared from a golden light, his blood-red eyes were filled with a proud and reserved smile: "Why, isn't the boring party of the bastards over yet?"

Iskandar skillfully ignored the irritating tone of the King of Heroes, and asked, "You haven't answered Yu's question yet, why did you come to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

At the banquet, the King of Heroes expressed in an idiotic tone rather than arrogance that his purpose of pursuing the Holy Grail was to "take back the treasures that belonged to him", but obviously, no one would believe that a man with a half The Heroic Spirit of the Name of God would give up his freedom and pride for such an absurd reason, and participate in a cruel war as a bound servant.

Gilgamesh didn't answer, but still smiled contemptuously: "Why should I answer your question?"

"It's not fair for you to do this. You have heard Yu and the little girl's wishes."

Hearing these words, an incomparably sharp light flashed across the eyes of the King of Heroes: "Is your perfunctory answer counted as a wish?"

Iskandar, who had been keeping aloof and calm to the arrogance of the King of Heroes, finally frowned a little displeased.

"I heard your legend in Babylon, the hero king of Uruk." He said the heroic spirit's real name without hesitation, "I thought that with such a famous name, you must understand that I want to see the end of the world." Mood."

The King of Heroes looked at him for a moment, then slowly retracted the contemptuous smile on his face, his eyes were unfathomably deep: "What can we do if we reach the end of the world?"

"You can stand above ten thousand people, and you can establish a reputation that will last forever, but these have nothing to do with your own happiness."

The voice of the King of Heroes was as calm as a curse, his blood-red eyes were cruel and cold as if he had seen all the joys and sorrows in the world, and the indescribable tiredness spread from those forbidding eyes, which were so deep that they could swallow even the soul.Iskandar frowned and wanted to retort, but the retorted words seemed to be absorbed by the too deep eyes, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"My king retracts my preface. Although you are slightly better than that little girl who claims to be king, you are nothing more than a reckless brat who only knows how to be rampant." A few seconds later, Gilgamesh returned to his usual domineering manner With an expression on his face, his tone was still arrogant, "You don't deserve to hear my king's wishes like this."

The golden king disappeared again, and the Einsbern forest returned to calm.Without saying a word, Iskandar drove the Shenwei wheel, and the magic chariot rushed into the sky on the thunder, and disappeared into the dark night.The King Conqueror's expression was calm and unwavering, but years of memories surged under that calm appearance, as clear as yesterday.

"What if we go to the end of the world? The dead will still not come back."

This was what Hephaistion said to him, pulling his collar, on the second night after they conquered the Persian Empire, when he gave the order to "continue eastward and search for the endless sea".

"Yu promised Ivor that he would show him the sea at the end of the world." He shook off Hephaistion's hand, his voice was cold, "Yu has never been a person who doesn't keep his word."

Hephaestion didn't say anything more, just when he thought Hephaistion was going to give up and continue to obstruct him, the blond warrior's iron fist hammered on the left side of his face without hesitation.Before he could fight back, Hephaistion twisted his arm with his superb wrestling skills (produced from fighting him for a long time), dragged him to the terrace high in the palace, and held his head so that he could see the square below. The flying Macedonian battle flag and the carnival team.

"Of course you are not a person who keeps your promises." Hephaestion's voice sounded behind his ears, with a bit of gnashing of teeth, "To everyone, including me, your words are even more powerful than gods. The oracle is more authoritative. You can use one sentence to make everyone follow you to the end of the world, even if that place does not exist at all. But have you ever thought about how many people will lose their lives because of your wish..."

The following words were interrupted by the generals who rushed to fight. The elder General Pamagnio dragged Hephaestion away with a dark face. Judging from his posture, he probably wanted to be confined and educated; He stared at him with an expression of "I'm so busy, please don't make trouble even if you don't help", threw a towel on his face and said "wipe the blood off his face", then turned and left without hesitation.He did not see Hephaestion again for many days after that, until the Macedonian army left rich Babylon and set out again.

At that time he rode his horse and whipped under the clear sky, pointing to the end of the unknown horizon.

"Come, warriors of the rest. We shall conquer the world and celebrate our triumph at the edge of the land!"

The cheers behind him were as deafening as ever, and the blond general beside him frowned slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything.The argument in the Babylonian palace was the last argument he had with Hephaistion in his memory. After that, he never heard of it again until Hephaistion died of illness. That blunt, cheerful, slightly irritable blond young man Say another word of rebuttal to him.

Seven years later, the Macedonian army that conquered India returned to Babylon, and Hephaestion, who was seriously injured in the Battle of Hydaspes in India, suddenly deteriorated.When he heard the news, he hurried back to the palace from the triumphant banquet, but what was waiting for him was the cold body of his blond friend.

What if we go to the end of the world?The dead still don't come back.

Hephaistion's words echoed in his mind over and over again, and he saw the faces of many deceased people in a trance.The king, who had never hesitated, finally felt the real regret, and knelt down beside his best friend's coffin, weeping like rain.

You are right, the hero-king of Babylon.

Lying on the carpet of Makeki's house, the King of Conquerors stared sideways at the little magician who was curled up on the bed with his back turned to him, and said to himself silently in his heart.

It is true that staying in the human world is not Yu's truest wish.

Yu's wish is to see those who died for Yu's dream again, apologize to them, and thank them.