Xia Yuan even wanted to save this chance to draw.
With the abilities granted by the system, plus his own innovations...
He had more skills than he could ever use!
But drawing was like suddenly getting spirit stones in a game.
Saving them without pulling cards felt a little stifling.
He might as well draw while the iron was hot.
"System, start the draw!"
The gorgeous roulette wheel began spinning.
Before long, the system's voice rang out again:
"Congratulations, Host. You have successfully drawn the EX-ranked Anti-Army Noble Phantasm of Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, from the Type-Moon World: Ionioi Hetairoi!"
Xia Yuan's brow twitched when he heard that.
He felt that he truly was absurdly lucky!
None of the abilities he had drawn so far had been weak!
The ability of Ionioi Hetairoi could summon an army composed of Heroic Spirits.
Its might was such that even Gilgamesh, another king, did not dare underestimate it.
Without question, it was another god-tier skill!
Xia Yuan withdrew his power, and the sky returned to normal.
The space within the Abyss dungeon began to collapse.
He returned to the throne atop the golden flying vessel and flew away from that space.
Only then did the members of the raid team and command center slowly come back to their senses!
Yet they still felt dazed and found it hard to believe.
A high-intensity Abyss dungeon like that had really been cleared solo by an SSR in his seventies?!
Lin Qiao asked:
"How long did it take him to clear the dungeon in total?"
After calculating the time, the command center staff reported in utter shock:
"Te... eleven minutes!"
Lin Qiao slumped into her chair and muttered, "So this is the strength of the King Contract Spirit who created the Crimson Miracle. He's terrifyingly