Train to Another World.

Chapter 604 The war is over
Iskandar held onto the shaft tightly to prevent himself from being thrown out of the chariot. However, the wheels of the Divine Mighty were moving backwards, and the two flying-hoofed thunder bulls were wailing as they were also being pulled backwards by the chariot.

No one could stop the charge of the red tanks, at least Iskander. At this time, Li Zhuoguang charged forward directly against the Godly Wheel, and the backward Godly Wheel knocked the cavalrymen following behind him away. No matter how much magic power Iskander injected, the Godly Wheel could not stop the speed.

Iskandar had no choice but to loosen the reins, draw out the dagger, step on the shaft and leap towards Li Zhuoguang, holding the dagger upside down with both hands and stabbing at Li Zhuoguang's head.

"The spiritual snake comes out of the cave!"

Li Zhuoguang retracted his right hand and suddenly clenched his fist and shot out, lashing Iskandar's chest with his fist, shattering his breastplate and sending him flying.

"Hi, hi, hi!" The neighing of a warhorse appeared behind him. Iskandar turned around and saw his beloved horse, Bucephalus. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, got up from the ground, mounted the warhorse and prepared to distance himself from Li Zhuoguang.

He raised his dagger and began to move around Li Zhuoguang, but unfortunately nothing happened. He looked towards the square formation in astonishment, only to see that his army had been annihilated, leaving only three huge monsters standing on the ground.

But fortunately for him, Waver was fine. He was held hostage by the heroic spirit who liked to use guns and stood aside. But until now, the other party had not threatened him with Waver's life.

Iskandar sighed. Almost all of his troops were annihilated. It seemed that he was the only one left to launch the final attack. He jumped off his horse, picked up a pistol and a round shield from the ground, and faced Li Zhuoguang.

Busifalas pawed the sand with its hooves restlessly, and then began to run around Li Zhuoguang at Iskandar's shout. When it ran behind Li Zhuoguang, it lowered its head and began to sprint towards Li Zhuoguang.

Iskandar, holding his shield and spear, quickly advanced towards Li Zhuoguang. At this time, he was the last Macedonian phalanx. Unfortunately, Bucephalus was thrown away by Li Zhuoguang, and the spear in Iskandar's hand was also grasped by Li Zhuoguang, so he could not move forward or backward.

Time comes and the world has the same force, and it is not free to transport heroes.

Iskandar smiled, threw away his spear and shield, drew out his dagger and stabbed towards Li Zhuoguang's abdomen. A red light flashed before his eyes, and the sword of Cyprus broke into two pieces, leaving only half in Iskandar's hand. A red long sword was placed on his neck.

He lost miserably.

The yellow sand faded away, and Emiya Shirou also lifted his inherent barrier. Everyone reappeared in the courtyard.

Iskandar sat on the ground and looked at William: "Do you still have the wine from last time?"

William shook his head: "I've finished it." Then he took out a bottle of EXTRA from his space backpack and threw it to Iskandar.

Iskandar uncorked the bottle and took a gulp. "Ah, so this is what failure feels like."

William snatched the bottle and took a gulp. "What a waste of food! Such a sweet taste... You are a dead person, but after death, someone pulls you up and does things with you that please you. There is nothing more fortunate than this. If I die one day, I will find a way to have someone bury me under the wine cellar of the brothel."

"Hahahaha, that's right." Iskandar suddenly laughed happily, and then he looked at Weber who was about to cry in the crowd: "War is like this, there are winners and losers. I have won too many times, so it doesn't matter if I lose once."

Iskandar looked at Li Zhuoguang and said, "Let's do it."

Li Zhuoguang looked at Waver and said, "Tomorrow is the last day of the Holy Grail War. I can start one day later, but this day is very precious."

Weber immediately promised: "I'm willing to pay anything for what I have."

Li Zhuoguang pulled Xiaoying to him and said, "I want your time and energy. Ten years. In these ten years, you must devote all your energy to teaching Xiaoying magic. Not only that, I also want you to use all your resources to protect her. Ten years in exchange for one day, how about that?"

"Change!" Weber nodded firmly, but then he hesitated: "I think I can teach him wholeheartedly for ten years, but I am just an insignificant student now..."

Li Zhuoguang glanced at the distant mountains and forests from the corner of his eye, and a faint golden light flashed by. Li Zhuoguang said casually: "You have to believe in your potential. You will have the background and resources."

Li Zhuoguang turned and looked at the other Heroic Spirits: "You too, now the Holy Grail War is considered to be over. You still have one day to move freely. Tomorrow evening, I will take action. Then I can give you a chance to resist, whether it is a one-on-one fight or a group fight."

Many heroes had long lost the will to resist. After all, with Li Zhuoguang's strength, he could have summoned the Holy Grail to make a wish. But he remained indifferent. It seemed that what he said before, that the Holy Grail had been contaminated, was indeed true.

After seeing the strength of Li Zhuoguang and his group, the heroes gave up the idea of ​​resistance. After all, they would disappear tomorrow anyway, so why would they want to get beaten before disappearing?

However, Li Zhuoguang still left the mark of the Flying Thunder God on each Heroic Spirit, just in case someone had a brain twitch and didn't plan to come back. After all, those two people named Emiya often had brain twitch.

The next day, Fuyuki City was exceptionally quiet, as if the natural gas pipelines in the city had suddenly stopped working. However, the night tour incident that happened last night has become a new urban legend.

Although humble in words and upright in body, Shirou Emiya still went to the vicinity of his childhood home, where he saw his younger self and his biological parents whose faces he could no longer remember.

Medea wrote furiously, copying down all the magic she knew into a volume, compiled it into a magic book, and gave it to Sakura.

Altria sat at the dining table early in the morning, ready to use her stomach to challenge the limit of Dobby's cooking speed.

Iskandar rarely went to the library with Weber and began to read his own history and the evaluation of him by later generations.

The Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu sat on the porch in front of the courtyard for the entire day. He just instinctively wanted to do this, but he still couldn't think of anything.

In the evening, all the heroes came to the mansion and sat at the table in the dining room, drinking and chatting, as if it was an ordinary dinner among friends. After dinner, the heroes came to the courtyard.

The heroes that Xiong Facai had taken away were also released. Li Zhuoguang looked around and asked, "Are you ready?"

"bring it on."

"Ready."

"Asshole! Let me go!"

"If you later..."

……

The strong impact repaired Li Zhuoguang's soul, and he had a long dream.

(End of this chapter)