Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 1038: After You Finish, It’s My Turn to Take the Stage

Chapter 1038 - 1038: After You Finish, It's My Turn to Take the Stage

The relationship between Iskandar and Darius III was quite strange.

Undeniably, they were enemies—mortal foes. Under normal circumstances, whenever they met, it would result in a battle to the death. However, despite their fierce rivalry, both kings cherished having such a worthy opponent. If someone else were to kill one of them first, the surviving king would undoubtedly challenge that person.

What's more, not only did Fabro kill Darius III, but he also spoke of him with such insult. To Iskandar, this was not only an insult to Darius III but also a personal affront.

This stirred up a rare anger in the Conqueror King. Though he was a generous and hearty man, when he did get angry, it was like a thunderstorm. His rage would only be quelled by the death of his enemy.

"Waver, I'm sorry, but I'll need to put more of a burden on you from here on."

Though Iskandar's tone was calm, it carried the unwavering will of a conqueror.

Waver clenched his fist and lightly thumped his chest.

"You are my king. Your will is my mission!"

Once, he was just an immature boy who trembled every time he boarded the chariot, wishing he could jump off and never again ride with this stubborn man.

But after that man left, Waver found himself missing those thrilling, even terrifying, moments. If he could, he wanted to ride the chariot with his king once more, to gallop alongside him—no matter how many times his knees shook and his face turned pale.

Now that wish was finally coming true. Though his fragile body still trembled, his heart was filled with excitement and joy, as if he had returned to his boyhood.

Iskandar, clearly pleased with Waver's attitude, tugged the reins forcefully and raised his sword, shouting:

"Then let's go to war! AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!"

Waver, too, raised his voice as much as he could, shouting along with him:

"AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!!"

This was the battle cry unique to Macedonia, unique to the army of the Conqueror King. Anyone who followed Iskandar would find themselves screaming along in unison.

Fabro, however, merely muttered, "How boring."

The next second, with a loud crash, three beasts rushed toward Iskandar like bullets.

These weren't the hounds from earlier. Each of these beasts was larger than Fabro himself—leopards that pounced with the ferocity of demons.

"Crush them, bulls!"

"Moooooo!"

At their master's command, the bulls pulling the chariot's eyes turned blood-red, and they roared as they charged head-on into the leopards.

Though outnumbered and outsized, the bulls pulling Iskandar's chariot were divine beasts, incarnations of the god Zeus, far surpassing ordinary phantasmal creatures.

The result of the clash was predictable—the bulls' horns pierced the throats of the leopards, their hooves trampled them, and finally, the chariot wheels crushed them into the dirt. The divine bulls faithfully carried out their master's command—when he said crush, they truly crushed.

The first victory was achieved, but—

Waver's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he shouted urgently, "This isn't good, we need to get out of here!"

Before Iskandar could react, Fabro had already spoken ahead of him: "Too late."

Beneath the chariot, the three crushed leopards suddenly dissolved and, in the next instant, transformed into countless snakes, which coiled tightly around the chariot wheels. With the wheels bound, the chariot's mobility and impact were greatly reduced. This was Fabro's trap, intended to neutralize Iskandar's advantage as a Rider.

Caught in the trap, Iskandar's expression remained calm, and he let out a soft grunt.

"Don't underestimate my chariot!"

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Immediately afterward, the space around the chariot filled with azure lightning. The writhing snakes were shredded by the violent electric currents, along with the ground beneath them.

"Oh? What about this, then?"

Fabro remained expressionless, but deep beneath the torn ground, a massive abyss-like mouth had been lying in wait. As soon as the ground was torn open, the mouth snapped shut at astonishing speed, intending to swallow both the chariot and its passengers whole.

At that critical moment, a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, passing straight through Iskandar's chariot without harming him or Waver. Instead, it merged with the surrounding divine lightning, increasing in power as it struck the giant maw, scorching it black and preventing it from closing.

Only then did the two on the chariot see the true form of the gaping mouth. It was a burrowing creature, resembling both a fish and a lizard, from an era long past.

High in the sky, Iskandar's shadow warrior calmly withdrew her hands, looking down at the beastmaster with a taunting remark:

"Not so impressive."

She was the Conqueror King's final shield. She had always been watching over her king, never giving the enemy a chance to harm him.

"And what about this?"

Fabro asked for the second time.

No, it wasn't him. Though the voice was the same, the tone was completely different. And the sound came from a different direction.

Fabro was on the ground, but this voice came from the sky, right behind Faker. A deadly threat aimed at her now slightly relaxed back.

By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late. A heavy punch struck her in the back, causing her to spit out blood and fall from the sky.

As a shadow warrior, Faker was flawless—no one could dispute that. But because she was so perfect, so focused on her king, prioritizing his safety, she had neglected her own, giving the enemy an opportunity.

Though she hadn't been killed with a single blow, the severe injuries made it impossible for her to fend off the incoming beast horde, drawn to the scent of her blood.

"Faker!"

Iskandar yanked the reins to rush to her aid, but Fabro blocked his path. The Conqueror King's eyes flared with rage—would he once again be forced to watch her die protecting him, just like before?

"It's fine, I wasn't unprepared," Waver said, surprisingly calm. As he spoke, he pressed his ear and reassured Iskandar. Waver had always been a man who planned, and before the battle had even begun, he had made sure to keep an ace in reserve—just in case. Now was the time to use it.

"—Sven, do it!"

"Owwwooooooo~~~~~"

A wild, untamed howl echoed through the night, distinct even amidst the chaos of the beast horde.

Among the mass of black beasts, a golden wolf stood out, its agile and powerful frame darting through the swarm. In a few swift leaps, it reached Faker, hoisted her onto its back, and sprinted away toward the far edge of the battlefield. Its speed was so astonishing that even the unicorn, known for its incredible speed, couldn't keep up.

Just as they were about to reach the distant forest and escape the battlefield, a man suddenly appeared from the side of the road—the same one who had ambushed Faker earlier. As he swung his fist toward Sven's head, he asked:

"I'm still waiting for your answer. So, what about it?"

"It's still not impressive."

Someone else answered in place of Sven and Faker.