2 a.m. –

The sleeping streets were quieter than usual. Probably because of the fear of frequent strange events, people who are accustomed to night activities have also heeded the authorities' advice not to go out at night and stayed at home honestly. There was not even a single car in sight on the street, only the asphalt pavement pale from the street lamps in the cold of the winter night.

The deserted streets give the illusion of being in a scene of toys of equal proportions. If places that are beyond the reach of ordinary people are called "otherworldly", this is undoubtedly the case in Fuyuki City at night.

A steed walked through the unusual scenery as if no one was around. Webb sat on that throbbing back, galloping toward death. Behind him was the broad, thick bosom of the King of Conquest, so close that he could almost feel the roaring agitation.

If he survived tonight, Webb would never forget this tense and serene sense of exaltation for the rest of his life. There is a time in the world called the "time of truth." It is the moment when the soul is liberated from all deception and whitewashing, and the whole world is accepted calmly and in awe of it. And that's exactly what Webb is doing now. There is no need to search for all kinds of mysteries and contradictions in the world, just accept them calmly. The meaning of life and death can be understood without words. It is a time of supreme happiness to be liberated from all the confusion and confusion of a miserable life.

The mount leisurely walked through the sleepy streets and leaped towards the riverbank shrouded in night. In the silence of the moonlit night, the bridge at the destination is illuminated by the ethereal mercury lamp.

"Rider, that's ......"

Webber stretched out his finger and bowed his head slightly in affirmation.

Although the majestic figure was on the bridge as bright as day, it seemed to laugh at the artificial lights as if they were fakes, and they were all shining with golden light. Although they were hundreds of meters away, the harshness and coldness in the crimson eyes still made Weber's whole body tremble and he couldn't move.

ServantArcher, Hero King Gilgamesh –

Webb was not unprepared. He knew that the opponent would have to face sooner or later. Despite this, once he really faced himself, the sense of oppression brought by the majestic other party still penetrated the heavy protection and directly crushed his soul core.

"Are you scared, boy?"

Rider sensed Webb's tremor and asked softly. The boy did not blask and nodded honestly.

"Well, I'm afraid. Or is this what you call 'rejoicing'?"

The King of Conquest smiled triumphantly when he heard the tense answer.

"That's right. The stronger the enemy, the more passionate the desire to drink the wine of victory. Hmph, you've become smart, too. 」

Busefarus carried the roaring Rider to the bridge in a dignified manner.

The fourth, and undoubtedly the last, encounter. The original king of heroes and the legendary king of conquest. For the two who both want to take possession of the fourth lane of the road, the other party is the biggest obstacle in their way. The two met on the bridge on a narrow road, and there was no way to retreat or avoid. The two kings compete, and that is the destined battlefield.

As if sensing the rider's will, Busefarus stopped all four hooves. Rider stroked the horse's mane in encouragement.

"Boy, you wait here first. 」

"—huh?"

Rider rolls over and dismounts, and walks leisurely towards the enemy who is waiting for him.

Archer approached proudly, as if he had made an appointment in advance.

They are not only fighters who compete in martial arts, but also opponents who compete for hegemony, and in this case, they must abide by the corresponding etiquette before fighting.

"Rider, where's the chariot you're proud of?"

Archer asked, nervous.

"Ahh Well, it's infuriating to let Saber snatch it. 」

Rider shrugged unhurriedly. Archer narrowed her blood-colored eyes and stared straight at him.

「…… Have you forgotten my decision? I should have said that I would beat you when you were in perfect shape. 」

"Well, that sounds like that. 」

Rider scoffed at Archer's intimidation, tilted the corners of his mouth in a bold, hideous way, and smiled.

"My equipment is indeed consumed. But don't underestimate me, King Hero. Tonight's Iskandar is beyond perfection because it is not perfect. 」

Although that was a bit far-fetched, Archer didn't laugh it off, and instead looked Rider up and down with piercing eyes, wishing he could chop him into meat sauce.

"-I see. Your kingly aura that fills your whole body is truly extraordinary. Hmph, it looks like you've had a plan for a long time. 」

In fact, despite the loss of a Noble Phantasm, the total amount of mana rolling around Rider was several levels higher than before. The three consumption spells that I thought Weber had "wasted" were unexpectedly working.

The forced effect of the spell decreases depending on the general nature of its contents. At this point, Weber's order just now was not specific in the slightest, and from the point of view of use, it was equivalent to wasting three spells in vain. On the other hand, if the Spell is not used to distort the Servant's will, but is based on the common will of the two, it is not just a coercive force, but an augmentation to assist the Servant's actions. In this case, just like the "spatial transfer" achieved by Kiritsugu's Saber, the reiching spell sometimes subverts the common sense of magic, making miracles close to "magic" possible.

While it does weaken the effect of the spell itself, the Servant's intent and the fact that it is a succession of three spells does make Webb's spell work on Rider - as long as Rider's actions are aimed at "victory", he will receive an extraordinary amount of enhanced mana. In short, Rider is now in "great shape" like never before.

"Na Archer. Speaking of declarations, we have one more agreement at the previous banquet. 」

"Do you mean the conclusion that you and I can only meet with halberds?"

"Shouldn't we have drunk the remnants of wine before that?"

Rider's smile was so innocent that it was hard to imagine that he would face a death match next. I saw him urging the hero to be king.

"Although I was disturbed by a bastard who didn't understand the amorous feelings...... But there's still a little left in the bottle. You don't want to hide it from my eyes. 」

"He is truly the king of usurpation, who looks so closely at other people's things. 」

Archer smiled bitterly and took a full set of drinking utensils from the "treasure house" of the other world, and poured the remaining Shendai famous wine from the bottom of the bottle into two wine glasses. The two kings solemnly raised their glasses to each other like boxers with their fists in motion.

"O king of Babylonia, allow me to ask one last question as an end to the feast. 」

"Quasi-play, you say. 」

Although Iskandar held his glass seriously, his eyes showed a childish childishness.

"For example, if my 'King's Army' were armed with your 'King's Treasure', it would definitely be an invincible army. What Western Rresidents and the like are not even as good as a fart. 」

"Hmm, so what?"

"Let me ask again, do you want to form an alliance with me? As long as we join forces, we will definitely be able to fight to the end of the sea of stars. 」

The Hero King laughed out loud as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You're such an interesting guy. It's been a long time since I've laughed so much at a puppet's words. 」

Although he was laughing, his ruthless murderous aura did not diminish in the slightest. For this golden king, killing intent and pleasure are basically synonymous.

"Unfortunately, I don't need a second friend. There is only one friend in the past. - Moreover, there is no need for two kings in this world. 」

Archer smiled bitterly and took a full set of drinking utensils from the "treasure house" of the other world, and poured the remaining Shendai famous wine from the bottom of the bottle into two wine glasses. The two kings solemnly raised their glasses to each other like boxers with their fists in motion.

"O king of Babylonia, allow me to ask one last question as an end to the feast. 」

"Quasi-play, you say. 」

Although Iskandar held his glass seriously, his eyes showed a childish childishness.

"For example, if my King's Army were armed with your King's Treasure, it would be an invincible army. What Western Rresidents and the like are not even as good as a fart. 」

"Hmm, so what?"

"Let me ask again, do you want to form an alliance with me? As long as we join forces, we will definitely be able to fight to the end of the sea of stars. 」

The Hero King laughed out loud as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You're such an interesting guy. It's been a long time since I've laughed so much at a puppet's words. 」

Although he was laughing, his ruthless murderous aura did not diminish in the slightest. For this golden king, killing intent and pleasure are basically synonymous.

"Unfortunately, I don't need a second friend. He is the only one in my friends throughout the ages. - Moreover, there is no need for two kings in this world. 」

Although he was rejected by the other party, the King of Conquest did not show the slightest disappointment, and just nodded quietly.

"Is it the royal road of the lonely high? Your determined way of survival, let me dare to challenge it. 」

"Good. Show yourself to your heart's content, conquer the king. You are a thief worthy of my own judgment. 」

The two kings drank the last of the wine, threw away the glasses, and turned to leave. Neither of them looked back again, and each walked straight back to the bridge.

Webb nervously watched the two of them toast for the last time, and sighed as he welcomed the king's return.

"Do you really have a good relationship?"

"Sort of. But now it's time to face each other. He may be the last person in my life to make eye contact with him, how can he not be polite. 」

「…… Don't say stupid things. 」

Webb retorted in a low voice as he half-jokingly Iskander.

"How could you die? I don't agree, don't you remember my spell?"

"yes—oh, yes. 」

Rider smiled scriskingly and stepped onto Busephalous, who had been waiting for him for a long time, and drew his saber from his waist.

"Assemble, my people, tonight, our bravery will leave behind the strongest legend!"

The wind of hot sand seemed to echo the king's call, blowing away the mist from the river and rushing up the bridge.

Gathered from the other side of time and space, the thoughts of the elves who once shared the same dream with the king are gathering under the Celtic sword.

The endless sky, the horizon hazy in the heat. Anyone can take their hearts for it.

The hearts of the brave who yearn for the battlefield have traveled through time and space, eroded reality, and turned the uninhabited bridge into a whirlwind ravaging great plain.

Immediately afterwards, the heroic spirit on a horse began to ride to the stage of the decisive battle.

"Ah......h

For Weber, this was the second time he had seen the majesty of the King's Army, and although he was no longer surprised, he was in awe when he understood the meaning of the ultimate Noble Phantasm, which was the embodiment of the Iskandar royal way.

The elite of the golden cavalry - once the master-servant bond with the conquering king, even crossed the separation between the present world and the netherworld.

Their battlefields are elevated to eternity, without the need to choose a place of manifestation. As long as the king of conquest once again raises the banner of domineering, his courtiers will follow him to the ends of the earth.

That is the glory of being with the King.

It was the joy of blood that was born of fighting side by side.

"The enemy is the hero king of all the people - no complaints as an opponent! Heroes, show our domineering power to the primordial heroic spirits!"

"Oh oh oh !!!"

Iskandar roared, and the troops present shouted loudly.

Alone in the face of this vast army, Archer's face was completely fearless. He just stood on the spot with poise and dignity. The golden glow of the standing posture is like a steep solitary peak, and the sense of coercion reflects the difference of being a demigod.

"Let the horses come, Lord of the Overlords. Now I will let you know what it means to be a true king......

The Hero King roared fearlessly, and the Heroic Troops, led by the Heroic Soul Mab Sepharus, rushed straight through in a wedge-shaped formation.

The Rider, who was in the lead, roared, and the cavalry responded. Even Webber let out a faint cry and joined the roaring chorus of the raging waves.

「AAAALaLaLaLaie！！」

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