What Weber said was not an order, it was just a matter of course.

With the ability of the rider, if it weren't for the weak chicken master of himself, he would definitely be able to shine in the Holy Grail War.

So it's just a compensatory ......?

Webb himself is not clear.

"Command the Curse again - Rider, you must take the Holy Grail."

In the confusion of his mind, the second spell also disappeared, and the red light that flashed on the back of his hand made him feel some regret.

Rationalism, as a magician, was in his final struggle, shouting for him to stop.

"Finally, I gave the order with a commanding spell."

Webber held up his hand firmly with the last spell on it and looked at the king on horseback. 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 world. Failure is not allowed. ”

The three stigmatas of liberation radiated majestic magic and swept into the body of the King of Conquering in a whirlwind. As a magician, Webb may never have the opportunity to operate 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.

The loss of all the spells gave Webb a sense of liberating satisfaction.

“…… That way, I'm no longer your Master – go for it! ”

Webb lowered his head, looked at his feet, and then began to pay attention to the yellow sand at the hem of his shoe. He didn't dare, and he didn't want to look at the rider's expression. What does the King of Conquest look like now? Contempt? Astonished? Or compliments? Still relieved? It doesn't matter anymore. The current Webber is just a stranger to the Holy Grail War.

If he could, he even hoped that Rider would forget about the encounter between the two, so that he would not add to the life of the great conquering king with "the sorrow of being driven by a weak master".

The expected sound of horses' hooves crushing the yellow sand did not sound.

Instead, Weber's whole body floated.

Of course, humans can't fly, and Webb felt the force pulling on the back of his neck, fighting against the gravity of the earth, and easily won, lifting Webb up.

It's like a kitten being held in your mouth.

"Of course I'm going to win! - But since you've given an annoying order, you've made up your mind, right? Let's witness the moment when the order will be fulfilled. ”

That heroic voice, as always, has a refreshing taste. This big man, no matter what time it is, has a sassy that is difficult to look at.

"You, you, you idiot!"

"It doesn't matter if you're a Master or not, you're my friend, that's not going to change."

Tears poured out of his eyes like a spring, and when they ran down his nose, they mixed with his snot, making it difficult for Webb to breathe, and even more difficult to make a sound, even so, he choked up and asked.

“…… I...... People like me...... True...... Can it really be...... Is it by your side......"

The King of Conquest smiled as if he had heard a joke and patted his thin shoulder.

"Aren't you a man who faces the enemy with me? Well, you're a friend. Stand shoulder to shoulder with me with your chest straight. ”

"Well, then, keep your eyes open, boy!"

“…… Ah, I'll be sure to look at it with those eyes! ”

The magic of the Three Spells fused into the body of Iskandar, the King of Conquest, and although it did not manifest itself, the surging momentum-like thing from his body ruffled his hair and cloak like a tornado.

The incantation has little coercive force in such vague commands.

Otherwise, all it is necessary for the Master to order the Servant to get the Holy Grail with the Commanding Spell. If the 7 Masters give this order together, they can get 7 Holy Grails, so why not fight any Holy Grail War? To put it bluntly, the spell is only a source of magic with coercive power, and it has little effect in the face of consciousness such as the need to win.

But what does it matter to the king of conquest? These orders were in his mind, but only strengthened his momentum.

In the inherent enchantment, the king's army has begun to gradually rout.

In terms of individual combat effectiveness and quantity, the king's army is more dominant.

However, the undead army has a special method of fighting that erases the individuality and brings everyone together, and once the Death War Elephant acts, it will inevitably be accompanied by the golden light of the Servant soldiers being defeated.

And the blow from Yagi Yukisai before, the dazzling beam blade easily crushed the flanks of the king's army, giving Darius a chance.

The original formation was destroyed, and Darius took advantage of the weakness to enter.

As soon as the conqueror kicked the stirrup, Bucephalas immediately understood. Picking up the spear he had received from his attendant, the King of Conquest rushed towards Darius.

As soon as the king's army returned from the conquest, the morale of the king was greatly increased, and the spear throwing team of thousands of men also mustered up more strength, throwing all their spears into the sky and firing them at Darius's war elephants.

In mid-air, a rain of javelins, each glowing with magical light, rushed towards Darius's death, but as before, before attacking Darius, he saw a sea of fire burning in the sky, and the blazing flames melted the spears in the sky.

Joan of Arc stood next to the throne above the war elephant's head, with a skull under her feet, her knees cocked, and an arm on it, her whole person was like a bad girl in the animation, bending over the earth, waving the battle flag in her hand, and flames quickly surged on the ground.

Joan of Arc's combat style is originally similar to that of a heavy tank, with high magic and high attacks, and it destroys wherever it goes. Now that you are working with Darius's war elephants, you don't even have to move, as long as you see an enemy around you, you can burn them.

This exhilarating feeling of only having to think about the battle makes her extra pleasant.

Whatever he is! Just kill them all! Burn it out! Just let out your anger! That's it!

Joan of Arc couldn't help but think so.

You don't need to be fettered, you don't need friends, and you don't need to be understood. You are the embodiment of revenge, so just continue to take revenge!

Continue to fall into madness.

Continue to taunt the gods.

As long as there is someone who desires this power, then give it.

As long as someone expects this madness, then vent.

After all, Joan of Arc is such a Heroic Shadow. The only remaining shadow of the bubble.

Before it is shattered, it is necessary to show the colorful magnificence, otherwise it is too unworthy.

In the distance, the yellow sand was blank, and Joan of Arc saw a black horse rushing towards it.

She cheered up again, sneered, the flame in her hand condensed, and was about to be launched, when the sudden change made her a little overwhelmed, and the flame in her hand burned, but it didn't go out......