"Come on, you're welcome. Those who wish to sit down and talk will come here to drink together! This wine is with your blood! ”

As Rider shouted, the wooden handle of the wine spoon he held aloft was split in two by a volley of daggers, and the spilled red wine stained his right shoulder.

Shredded laughter rang out all around, as if mocking the conquering king, who froze in place after being rejected.

"I see."

Rider put down his hand, and the intention of these people was finalized.

The voice, which was still heroic, also sank at this time.

"But I said that this wine is your blood. But if you yourselves will abandon it as if it were a shoe...... There's nothing to be done about that. ”

Under the watchful eyes of the Assassins, Rider stood up, and without making a move, the powerful magic turned into a strong wind that swept through his body.

In this wind that integrates the domineering spirit of the king, even if they are also heroic spirits, they can hardly open their eyes.

Saber came back to his senses, and Rider had changed into his own blood-red robe, and the incomparable wind emanated from him, which was shocking.

Rider, who had his back to them, shouted, "Saber, and Archer, this is the last question of the feast - let me ask, the king is lonely, is it Yephiye?" ”

Under the pressure of this powerful momentum, Saber looked at his majestic figure and strengthened his conviction in his heart.

"If he is king, he will ...... Lone high! ”

Hearing her answer, Rider never looked back. It's just a little bit of a pity. "No, I can't. You don't understand at all. For you like this, I must show the true king in the here and now! ”

In the next moment, the magic surged, and a circle of light continued to expand, engulfing the castle in an instant, and all the people or heroic spirits present were included in this light.

When everyone came back to their senses, they found that everything around them had changed.

Webb looked in shock at the yellow sand around him. The sight of dust covering the sky and the sun, I couldn't believe that I had come from that castle to such a desert!

And not only has the surrounding environment changed, but even the sky, which was originally late at night, has become a blazing sun and a scorching sun.

"It's an inherent enchantment? How is this possible...... Is it actually the materialization of the mental landscape? ”

Elle Sophie watched this scene, and she was shocked by the strength shown by Rider, who knew the limits of a magician's ability. This kind of ability, which is simply beyond the limits of magicians, is completely beyond the possession of mortals.

This is the Heroic Spirit's, no, it should be said that this is the King of Conquest. Is Iskandar really strong?

Rider's body in a battle robe and the world become more reflective, and the words do not hide the supreme pride and complacency.

"This is the land my legion has driven on. It is the scenery of the warriors who share the weal and butter with the king, and imprint it into their hearts together! ”

Saber looked at the scene before him before he could hear the familiar sound of metal clash of armor behind him, and the sound of uniform footsteps.

The voice of the King of Conquest sounded again, and there was no pride in his heart in his words.

"This world, this landscape, can exist in this world precisely because it is the image of the mind of all of us!"

Everyone was attracted by the movement from behind, and they saw that from behind the tall sand dunes behind them, countless figures gradually appeared, armoured high, wearing battle armor, marching in formation, vertically, disciplined, and imposing like a rainbow of troops, just out of thin air appeared in front of their eyes.

"Look, that's my unparalleled legion! Even though my body has vanished and its spirit has been absorbed by the world as a heroic spirit, I am still loyal to the legendary warriors. ”

"The bond with them is my treasure, my king!"

"The strongest treasure I'm proud of as Iskander, Ionan Hetairoi (King's Army)!"

Accompanied by Iskandar's declaration, the completed legions suddenly erupted with a roar that almost shook the heavens and the earth, as if to respond to their king's expectations and show the majesty of the once invincible legion!

Webb watched what his Servant was doing, looking at the army of thousands of people, and he only felt that he had been subverted.

"They...... Everybody is a Servant!? ”

Here, Iskandar is no longer a Servant, nor a hero of history, nor a Rider.

He is Alexander the Great, King of the Conquests, Iskander!

The king of this invincible legion!

"It's been a long time, mate."

He sighed and stroked the neck of the black giant horse that walked beside him, as if he was nostalgic for the countless battles he had experienced with him.

However, remembrance is only instantaneous.

Iskandar turned to face his former subordinates, his face showing the majesty of a king.

"The so-called king is a figure who lives a more wonderful life than anyone else and makes everyone fall for it!"

"Yes! Yes, too! Yes, too! ”

Along with his words, countless soldiers in the legion raised their weapons in their hands and shouted in agreement with his words.

"Only those who gather the admiration of thousands of warriors and stand like a road sign can be kings! Therefore, the king is not alone! Because its will is the collection of the aspirations of all its subjects! ”

"Yes! Yes, too! Yes, too! ”

With a tyrannical smile on his horse, Rider turned his head to look at the hundreds of black figures on the other side of the sandfield, "So, let's get started, Assassin." ”

Hearing this, the spearhead finally turned to their side, and a large group of Assassins couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Anyone who sees this scene at this time will feel comfortable. Whether it is strength or numbers, the opponent is all overwhelmingly superior, how can this fight!

"As you can see, the battlefield we are materializing is the plains. I'm sorry, but the geographical advantage is on our side......"

Although it seems to be quite modest, if you know the character of Alexander the Great, you can already guess the next plot.

I saw Iskander take out the war sword he carried with him and point straight ahead.

"The !! of Ravage"

With the order of their king, the entire legion charged.

The yellow sand flies, and the people and horses constitute an ancient battlefield that almost obscures the sky and the sun, completely restoring the domineering wind of the king's army in ancient times during the war!

Faced with a charge led by Iskander, the Assassins all froze in place, barely moving.

He was imprisoned in the opponent's inherent barrier, and there was no way to escape unless he defeated Iskander.

But how can they, who were originally "assassins", defeat the conquering king who can be regarded as a top heroic spirit in the "cavalry" position?

With an overwhelming advantage in strength and numbers, not to mention the fact that this is a plain where the Assassins are completely unable to use their skills.

There is no doubt that the battle situation is, as Iskandar said, a complete crush!

With little effort wasted, the Assassins had been wiped out by Iskandar and his army of kings.

On this sandy plain, countless people raised their weapons and raised their heads to the sky, celebrating the victory of another battle of their invincible legion!

Saber and the others, who were still in place, watched this scene and were speechless.

In her eyes, such a battle, such a special relationship between kings and ministers, and the cry that seemed to run through the hearts of the whole people after the victory were all things that were too far away from her.

If this is what Iskandar calls "the wind of kings", then what is the "king" she represents? (To be continued......)