Lancelot Gone Mad

Chapter 689: Lancelot Gone Mad

Even in this situation, even when his subjects did not acknowledge him, Iskandar had not changed himself, nor did he believe he was wrong.

He believed that everyone had their own desires.

Those without desires were lost.

The people of this world had merely lost their desires while wandering through a false peace.

As long as they saw his victorious bearing, as long as they saw the figure of a king, everyone would understand what they truly wanted.

In any era, no one could resist the desire for victory.

King's Noble Phantasm, open wide.

One figure after another appeared beside Iskandar. They were his former subordinates, each radiating terrifying power, each gazing at their king with worship and fanaticism. There were only tens of thousands of them, but the combined force of their presence overwhelmingly defeated the hundreds of millions watching from the sidelines.

The people's voices gradually fell silent.

They widened their eyes as they looked at this army radiating immense power. Even the figure of the king surrounded by the army seemed to grow taller.

"Was this Iskandar's class?" Tohsaka Tokiomi's expression grew solemn.

"No, those are all Heroic Spirits," Diarmuid suddenly said. "This should be a Noble Phantasm."

As a Heroic Spirit himself, Diarmuid could sense the aura of a Noble Phantasm. He stared intently at Iskandar. Since he was searching for a monarch, he would not pass up the chance to examine every king.

There was no better opportunity to understand a monarch than by facing him as an enemy.

Diarmuid was being extremely cautious.

He wanted to find a true monarch whom he could serve for the rest of his life.

"Trample them!" Iskandar roared as he swung down his longsword. The shouts of tens of thousands of people rang