Chapter 166: The Star of Creation

I saw a burst of stones flying away, and the "King's Army" rushed over with an earth-shattering momentum.

Despite the current enemy, the heroic king Gilgamesh has no fear.

The bright red eyes that looked directly at this spectacular scene were full of joy. This is a feeling that only a king who enjoys the glory of the world can understand, and it is beyond common sense.

Actually, Archer was secretly happy.

Summoned to this plane, only to repeat this farce called war every day. He was already tired of it, but finally met the "opponent" he identified with.

The challenge of that Rider is worth your full effort.

"Dream high, aspire to dominate...... This enthusiasm is truly commendable. But soldiers, do you understand? The so-called dream will wake up one day. 」

Archer used the key in his hand to open the treasure vault in the void. However, instead of unfolding the "King's Treasure", he took out only a sword.

"That's why I'm bound to stand in your way. Conquer the King. 」

- Can this weapon really be called a "sword"?

It's just weird. It has both hilts and gauntlets, and is similar in length to a normal longsword. However, the most crucial part of the "sword body" is far from the traditional sword. I saw that the three cylinders were tightly connected, and the not sharp blades were twisted into a spiral, and the three cylinders slowly wound together like chains, whirling and stretching out each other.

Yes, it can no longer be called a sword. Something that was born long before the concept of the sword could not have taken on the shape of a sword. It was made by God before the creation of man, and it is a witness to the manifestation of divinity at the time of creation.

I saw that the three-stage cylinder like a grinding disc echoed the movements of the celestial sphere, each rubbing and rotating with a weight and strength comparable to the earth's crust, and the expanding magic that rolled out was simply immeasurable.

"Come, put an end to your endless dreams, and I will show you the laws of the world myself. 」

Archer's arms were raised high above his head, and the Initial Sword began to slowly spun faster. Each lap is quicker and quicker......

Witnessing this, Rider, instinctively feeling the danger imminent, raised the reins and urged Busefarus.

"Let's go!"

It doesn't hurt to give up the initiative to Archer. But he was only allowed to unleash one blow. Before he could take any further action, the King's Army would ravage the golden shadow to death.

In this case, the key is how to survive the first blow. The other party is Archer, who is proud of his unparalleled treasure, and he must have a reason to bet on this blow.

A treasure against the army?

Treasures of the city?

Or is it a sniper-type treasure against people, does the other party plan to capture the thief and capture the king first, and shoot the Rider who is charging forward in one fell swoop......

"Boom" roared with the sound of a hurricane, and Archer's hilt burst with swollen magic.

"Wake up, EA. The stage is set up to match you!"

EA – In ancient Mesopotamian mythology, EA was the god of the earth and water in charge of the heavens and the middle.

The "Obedient Sword", as he called it, was the first sword that witnessed the creation feat in the Age of Mythology. Its blade was given the task of splitting the chaotic sky and earth in half and giving it a definite form.

Now, the whirling Excalibur is rolling up a gale of wind, ready to repeat the miracle of creation. The golden hero king proudly declared.

"Look up—'The Star of Creation!'"

The sky is screaming, and the earth is roaring.

The swollen beam of magic shook the laws of the universe and rushed out.

Archer swung his sword down, not aiming at anyone at all.

There's no need to target anyone anymore. What is cut by the blade of the obedient sword is not limited to any "enemy".

In front of the galloping Rider, the earth cracked, revealing a bottomless abyss.

"Huh!?"

Rider immediately sensed the danger beneath his feet, but the galloping Buseffarus was too strong for anyone to stop.

"Whew—"

Seeing that the fate of falling into the abyss was inevitable, Webb gritted his teeth and swallowed back the scream. That being said, the crisis was nothing to mention in the eyes of the horses and riders he stepped on.

"Hah!"

With a wave of the Rider's reins, the horse kicked its hind hooves and leaped high into the air.

The jump, the float made people sweat deeply. Just when Webb thought that this moment would last indefinitely, Bucefarus had once again set foot on the other side.

There was little time for them to breathe. When Webb saw the tragic situation of the cavalry team that followed, his face turned pale.

The Praetorian Guards, whose mounts were inferior to Busefarus, failed to cross the moat, and fell helplessly like an avalanche into the abyss of hell. Although the cavalry at the back of the position stopped and escaped at the moment when there was no room for action, the tragedy had just begun.

"Boy, hold on!"

Rider snapped, hugging Webb and clutching Busepfarus' mane.

Just as the god horse, sensing the danger, retreated to safety, the cracks in the ground widened, swallowing the surrounding land and the cavalry.

No—it's not just the earth. The rift stretched from the ground to the void, distorting space and upstreaming, with a wind that swept everything around it towards the end of nothingness.

"This—this is ......."

Even the conquering king was speechless by this scene.

The obedient sword held by the Hero King, that blow pierced not only the earth, but the entire world, including the sky. Its attack can no longer be described by whether it hits or not, and how powerful it is. Soldiers, horses, dust, the sky—everything that depended on the severed space was swept into the vortex of nothingness, vanished.

While Busefarus was holding on to his hooves and trying his best to resist the vacuum pressure difference, the hot sands generated by the "King's Army" cracked and crumbled all the time, flowing like sand and gravel about to run out into the abyss of nothingness.

Before the sword fell, everything was nothing more than a meaningless mess of chaos—

After a sword swing, a new law separates the heavens, the sea, and the earth.

The stirring power that opened the world rushed out, which had long been beyond the scope of the treasure of the city. All things, visible and invisible, are falling apart under this unparalleled power. This is the true face of the "Treasure of the Realm" that makes the Hero King claim to be a transcendent.

The sky fell, the earth cracked, and everything was reduced to nothingness. In the endless darkness of the night, only Archer's deviant sword shone brightly. Its light, like the star of creation that illuminates the newborn world, announces the end of destruction.

Neither Rider nor Webb were able to witness this. Rider's inherent enchantment is originally maintained by the total magic of all the Heroic Spirits summoned. Before the entire world completely disappeared, the barrier that had lost half of its troops had already been breached, and the distorted laws of the universe had returned to its proper state.

Then, as if waking up from a dream, Bussefarus, who was carrying the two men, landed on the Fuyugi Bridge at night.

On the other side of the bridge, the golden Archer Villa stood in front of them with a smile. There was no change in the positional relationship between the two sides, and the whole battle situation seemed to be retraced back to the beginning.

The only thing that confirmed the change was the obedient sword in Archer's hand, which was still spinning and growling.

The invisible change is that Rider's trump card, the King's Army, has vanished.

「Rider……」

Seeing that his master looked up at him with a pale face, the tall Servant asked with a solemn expression.

"So, there's something important I haven't asked you yet. 」

「…… Huh?"

"Webb Wilwitt, would you be willing to serve me as a subordinate?"

Webb trembled with excitement. Then, tears poured out like a flood that burst its banks.

Although I knew that it would never be possible, I was still secretly looking forward to this problem. There is no need to think about the way to answer at all. It is hidden deep in my heart like a treasure.

"You're—"

The young man, who was called by his name for the first time, replied unwaveringly, ignoring the tears on his cheeks.

"—You are my king. I swear to use it for you, to die for you. Please be sure to guide me forward and let me see the same dreams. 」

Hearing the other party swear like this, the domineering Wang smiled slightly. This smile is the supreme praise and reward for his subordinates.

"Well, okay. 」

Just when my heart was rejoicing and fluttering, Webb's body really flew.

「…… Huh?"

The king lifted the boy's diminutive body from Busepfarus' back and slowly lowered it onto the concrete pavement. After losing the support of the horse's back and returning to his original height, Webb once again realized his shortness, and his heart was full of doubts.

"It is the king's task to show where dreams are. And it is your job to witness the end of the dream and pass it on to future generations forever. 」

On the saddle that seemed so lofty and untouchable, the King of Conquest smiled heartily and resolutely gave the order.

"Live, Webb. Witness all this, pass on the way of being a king, and the heroic posture of Iskandar. 」

Busephalos hissed in encouragement—was it the dying king, or the man with a heavy responsibility?

Webb leaned down and never looked up again. In Iskandar's view, this is a sign of approval. There are no words anymore. From this day until the end of time, the king's heroic posture will guide his subordinates, and his subordinates will remain faithful to this memory. Before such vows, parting becomes meaningless. Under Iskandar, the bond between the king and his subjects has long transcended time and space and has become eternal.

"Come, let's go on the march, Iskander!"

The conquering king clamped the belly of the horse and began the final gallop. I saw that he glared angrily at the unhurried enemy, and let out a cry of cracking.

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