I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 145 Military Strategy: The Road to Miraculous Conquest!
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Upon hearing Aristotle's conclusion, the Conqueror's expression immediately turned serious.

The emergence of another demigod, another Indra, would definitely not be a good thing for this world.

In a world where it's either all exploding or all ascending to heaven, no king would want to see such a situation arise!
She frowned slightly, looked at Aristotle, and asked:

"how do you want to do it?"

Three methods.

"First, wait."

"Not only us, but many others are watching this city and watching this Red Dragon take power."

"King Indra is about to abdicate, and they will not allow a second King Indra to appear, at least not at this time."

"However, King Solomon, who could directly interfere with the ceremony, has been removed from the stage by Imperinoia's design."

"Among the remaining forces, those who want to stop Perinoa will at least expose the divine weapons they possess."

Aristotle analyzed the situation clearly and logically:
"Therefore, this is the best option. As long as we wait, we can gain a huge intelligence advantage."

The Conqueror King pondered for a moment, then looked up at his teacher again and asked:
"So, what's the price?"

Aristotle took a deep breath and said:

"Trials of Heaven".

"The ceremony has begun. Perinoa summoned three angels and answered at least two questions. As a result, he received the power of heaven and was endowed with divinity. It is because of this that he was able to forcefully drive the Holy Lance and envelop the royal capital Winchester in this way."

"And then,"

"The third angel will present him with the prototype of the Holy Grail, using himself as the vessel."

"And the condition for completing this trial in heaven is to fill the Holy Grail."

"According to the evil theory of the magician who analyzed the Holy Grail ritual, Perinoa needs the lives of at least three million people and must induce the screams of souls to create a pathway for magic to flow into the Holy Grail vessel."

"in short,"

"If left unchecked, Perinoa will slaughter three million people in the capital of the Light Kingdom to fill the Holy Grail, and then drink the [divine blood] in the Holy Grail to ascend to the path of a demigod."

"Kill three million people!?"

Upon hearing this, Alexia's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across them, but quickly, that surprise turned into indifference.

"How is this any different from a demon?"

She immediately asked in a cold voice:
"What are the other two methods?"

Aristotle knew his disciple would react this way, so he had no choice but to continue:
"Secondly, Lucien's magician legion is already remotely deciphering the logic of the Holy Lance, which will take at least two days. In other words, by the day after tomorrow, we will be able to decipher the Holy Lance and open this tortoise shell. At that time, whether you take action yourself or wait for others to take action, you will be able to prevent Perinoa from ascending to the position of a demigod."

The Conqueror King frowned immediately.
"Two days? That means these three million people are still going to die?"

Aristotle nodded calmly, as if three million lives were nothing more than a feather to her, not worth being moved by.

The Conqueror frowned and said bluntly:
"Isn't there a way to stop that guy immediately?"

She gazed upon the seemingly endless capital city, resembling a giant golden egg, and solemnly spoke:

"The people within this city, as long as they remain on the land I will conquer, are my people!"

"I have a duty to save them!"

Aristotle glanced at his disciple and said helplessly:

"Have."

"With my magic combined with at least an A++ level Noble Phantasm, I can barely break through the Holy Lance's defenses."

“However, Omenis is heading to Farnham to complete the final link in the encirclement of the capital.” “Your real army, General Hephaestion’s 200 million troops, has just set foot in North Wales and will take some time to arrive. Opening the capital’s defenses now would create an irreparable gap in the encirclement.”

"Our original plan was to annihilate the two remaining Royal Guard Knights under King Uther in the capital right here."

Aristotle solemnly asked:
"Are you really willing to abandon this strategy that has been planned for several years?"

"A large encirclement?"

Upon hearing this, the Conqueror King immediately let out a majestic and hearty laugh.
"Teacher, how could even you, who taught me this strategy, not see it—"

"This encirclement has only just begun!"

Aristotle was taken aback and looked at the Conqueror with some surprise, feeling a sense of shock at her words.

Everyone in Macedonia believed that the king's encirclement strategy only extended to the Iron Curtain.
However, Aristotle, as the king's advisor, could see that the Iron Curtain was only the first step; the real killing move was the complete encirclement of Winchester, the capital of Britain, from all sides.
For a military strategist, this is already a record worthy of being recorded in history.

But now, the Conqueror King tells himself,

Is her military strategy only just beginning?
So what exactly does she want, and where are the boundaries of the territories she yearns to conquer?
For a time, even Aristotle, who was revered as a prophet and sage, found it difficult to see his disciple clearly.

"Seleucus!"

The Conqueror King shouted loudly.

Seleucus, with blond hair, a bare upper body, and an anchor-like sun god mark on his chest, immediately stepped out from behind the royal platform and knelt on one knee.
"Your Majesty, we will obey your decree!"

The Conqueror King's lips curled slightly as he turned his head, his ambitious amber eyes gazing upon the royal city and the holy lance that soared into the clouds.
She unfurled her red cloak, pointed directly at the capital city of Winchester, and loudly commanded:
"Expand your forces!"

"The entire army re-enacts its military strategy, embarking on a miraculous path of conquest!"

"Then, blast it open for me!"

The moment the words fell,
"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Behind the Conqueror King, 30,000 soldiers raised their spears and pounded the ground, shouting incessantly!

Seleucus took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and drew a dark gold longsword from mid-air.

[The power of gold]!
This is the legendary sword of Apollo, the sun god, an A+ rank Noble Phantasm with a long list of suffixes including divinity, burning, and exorcism!
The moment this dark gold longsword was drawn...
Echoing the roar of the 30,000 troops behind him!
The sky, which was nearing dusk, suddenly darkened!
A strong wind suddenly rose from the ground.

Endless dark clouds gathered.

Sixteen golden beams of light shot from the ground to the sky in an instant!
In the dazzling sunlight,

A black and gold flag of the Sun King was raised high, with the 'Vigenna Sun' emblem fluttering in the strong wind.

Gradually, the surrounding environment also changed. The endless fertile fields outside the capital city were transformed into vast and endless plains and deserts in an instant!
then,

As Seleucus solemnly raised his sword and swung it down...

In the sky,
Sixteen enormous 'suns' pierced through the dark clouds and plummeted down!

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Meanwhile, on the other side, within the capital city,

In front of the Royal Opera House square,
Suya suddenly saw that the sky above him, which was as bright as midday, suddenly lit up!
Then,

"—Boom!!!"

It creates a powerful airflow that seems almost tangible, descending from the sky!

"Wait, what's going on!?"

Sua stared in astonishment at the scene. Following the knightly flag signals that Dagonet had taught her along the way, she quickly waved her arms, signaling the bewildered knights to 'split up'.

"Get down!"

(End of this chapter)