"Awesome, Rider, so that guy is incapacitated, right?" Webb said gleefully on his horse.

Iskander, however, frowned at the fact that things were not easy, and looked at the cheering soldiers in deep thought, when suddenly, he grabbed Webber, who was sitting in front of him, and threw him backwards.

The skinny princess made a beautiful arc in the sky, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Phew, Phew, Rider, what are you doing!" Webber, who had eaten a mouthful of sand, said with some complaints, but when she looked up, he was stunned by the scene in front of her. What greeted Webb's eyes was Shiro, who should have been pierced, and Rider, who was half-kneeling next to him, with blood flowers flying out of his chest.

“Riderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr！”

If it is virtual, it is like a reality, and it is like a fantasy!

Ignoring Weber's cry of surprise, Bai at this time, a white robe was spotless, and he had the tragic appearance of being pierced through the heart by ten thousand spears just now. "Oh, you actually dodged the fatal blow, so, how did you see this little ~trick~ of mine?" The smiling teenager seemed to have the chance to win, and took the initiative to chat with Rider.

"Poof!" The King of Conquest spat out a mouthful of blood, "It's very simple, because of you, there is no blood!" "Yes, although the Heroic Spirit is no longer a human body, but the hair, bones, meridians, blood and muscles of normal human beings are all possessed by the Heroic Spirit, how can anyone be poked out of a transparent hole without bleeding? Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, the King of Conquest continued, "And I don't think you'll be so easy to deal with! ”

"Bang bang." The young man couldn't help but applaud the King of Conquest, "It really deserves to be the Macedonian Emperor who conquered most of Europe!" This kind of delicate thinking, which is completely different from appearance, will really die at your hands if you judge people by their appearance! ”

"Then, based on respect for such a great king as you." As he spoke, a new qi blade had gathered in Bai's hand, "I'll give you a... Fair way to die! Come on! King of Conquer! Take up your arms and I will give you the last glory! ”

"Well, I'm really honored," the King of Conquest slowly stood up, "then, if I am unfortunate enough to fall at your hands, will you spare this child?" The King of Conquest drew his sword and pointed it at Webb, who was sitting aside.

"Naturally, I don't have the habit of killing innocents." Shiro nodded and agreed to the Conquest King's final request.

"Wait a minute!" Webb looked at the ground and whispered......

"What? Boy, it's all come to this point, are you still going to stop Rider? Bai frowned a little unpleasantly, and the qi blade in his hand developed towards the dark purple, as if the young man on the opposite side dared to say something disrespectful, and he would behead him.

"I don't want this to be your war alone. This is my first time in combat. If I don't shed blood and sacrifice and don't win, it will be meaningless. ”

What Weber couldn't give up was what he couldn't give up to anyone in his heart.

Do you know what I'm trying to do with the Holy Grail? I don't care what happens after I take the Holy Grail. I just want to prove it to everyone! Just wanted to confirm! I'm Webb -- even if it's me. I can also use my own hands to get what belongs to me! So...

"My servant, I'm Webb Wilvett, give orders with a commanding spell." The boy raised his clenched right hand, revealing the still unused spell. This is the shackle that binds the hero in front of him, the biggest obstacle in his path to overlordship. "Rider, you're going to win." This is not a compulsion, but a natural judgment. So, Weber gave the order. He watched in a relaxed mood as the first spell of the spell worked and vanished. "Command again with the Command Spell - Rider, you must take the Holy Grail." The second spell was gone, and he felt a little saddened by the flash. It was too late to stop, and this senseless confusion swept through his heart—a fool's unworthy hesitation. "Finally, I gave the order with a commanding spell." Webber held up his hand firmly with the last spell on it, and looked at his majestic body. At least, at this moment, I can look at him without fear. This is the last and only honor of being a master. "Rider, you've got to take over the whole world. Failure is not allowed." The three stigmatas that were quickly liberated radiated their hidden magic. It rolled up and disappeared. As a magician, Webb may never have the opportunity to exercise such a huge magic power in this life. However, even so, he still felt from the bottom of his heart that this was the most painful act of his life. There are no regrets. As a reward for losing everything, this is enough. 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 will of the servant, 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 that are almost "magical" possible.

While it does weaken the effect of the spell itself, Webb's spell does work on Rider as long as Rider's actions are intended to be "victorious", based on the servant's intent and the fact that three spells are activated in succession. In short, Rider is now in "great shape" like never before.

Webber looked down at his hands, the evidence of the contract engraved on his hands had disappeared without a trace.

「…… That way, I'm no longer your master."

Webb said with his head down, looking at his feet. He didn't want to know what Rider was looking at him now. Perhaps it was the surprise at Weber's cowardice in abandoning the war, or perhaps the reassuring smile at his liberation from the incompetent master, either way, Webb did not want to see. If he could, he even wanted Rider to forget about their encounter.

"Oh! My little master, I didn't expect you to be able to provide me with such great help at this last moment, I really deserve to be my Iskander's master, then my little master, I hereby promise you, I will definitely come back alive and conquer this world! The King of Conquest put his big hand on Webb's head, and once again put his hand on the young man's silky hair. So, there's something important I haven't asked you yet. ”

“…… Ay? ”

"Webb Wilwitt, are you 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."

"It is the task of the king to show where the dream is. 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. ”

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 out, Iskander!"

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P.S. one more sent to the point of seeking push