"Whew!" An air-piercing sound answered the Emperor.

Only the handle of the spoon remained in the Emperor's hand, and the spoon had partially fallen to the ground, and the wine in the spoon was also scattered on the floor of the atrium. In particular, the white short-sleeved T-shirt worn by the Emperor was also splashed with wine juice. Bright red, like blood. Obviously, Assassin's answer. The assassin's move seemed a bit dead, and the emperor was instantly embarrassed.

"......" The Emperor looked down at the wine scattered on the ground speechlessly. The Skull Masks laughed as if they were mocking him (so good at it~)

"Don't say I didn't warn you." The Emperor's tone remained calm, but it was clear that the feeling had changed. The only people who noticed this change were the two people who had been drinking with him before. Anyone would be annoyed, let alone a king.

"As I said, 'this wine' is 'your blood,' right? Since you let it spill on the ground, then I'll ......" Before the words fell, a whirlwind whistled.

The wind was hot and dry, as if it were about to burn everything. It's not like a forest at night, or the wind in the atrium of a castle. The wind came from the desert and roared in my ears.

Sensing sand in his mouth, Webb quickly spat on it. This is indeed sand. What was brought by the strange wind was really hot sand that would not have been possible.

"Saber, and Archer, and Mordred, the king's successor. The final question of the banquet - is the king lonely?" The Emperor standing in the center of the hot wind asked. Looking at the cloak fluttering on his shoulders, I don't know when he has returned to the proper attire of a conquering king.

Jin Flashing laughed silently. It didn't seem to him that there was any need to ask, so he replied in silence.

Artoria didn't hesitate either. If she wavered in her faith, it would be a denial of the day she had spent as a king. "Wang ...... Nature is lonely high"

Mordred hesitated for a moment, she had never thought of being a king. For the consideration of the royal road, she has her own opinion: "The king? It should be rejoicing with the people. ”

The Emperor laughed out loud. As if in response to the laughter, the whirlwind grew stronger. "No, isn't it clear to Miss Mordred! Today, I'm going to teach you what the real king is!"

An unidentified hot wind eroded the present world, and then, subverted.

In the strange phenomenon that appeared in the night, distance and location had lost their meaning. The dry wind with hot sand changed everything it went.

"How, how can this be......" Webber and Alice Fell exclaimed. This is a phenomenon that only people who know magic can understand.

"It's actually an inherent enchantment?!"

The sun scorching the earth, the clear sky, and the horizon blurred by the sand. There is no obscuration as far as the eye can see. This is indeed the Inherent Enchantment, the Emperor's strongest treasure!

"How is that possible...... can actually embody the scene in my heart...... You're not a magician!?"

"Of course not, how can I do it alone." The Great Emperor, who stood in the wide barrier, smiled proudly and denied. "This is the land that our army once traversed. The warriors who have shared the weal and woe with me have this scenery firmly imprinted in their hearts. ”

As the world changed, the five people who were originally surrounded also changed positions.

It should be said that what kind of inexplicable friendship between the emperor and the soldiers made this scene deeply imprinted in his heart. Friendship beyond friendship – that's the sentiment!

The Assassins, who had been encircled, were moved to the side alone, with the Emperor standing in the center. On the other side are Mordred, Artoria, Golden Shining and the two Lords.

One, two, four, the images gradually increased, and it looked like an army. The color also became more and more intense.

"The world can be reproduced because it is imprinted on the hearts of each of us." In the stunned eyes of everyone, materialized cavalry appeared around the emperor one after another. Although they are of different races and equipment, their strong bodies and brave knights all show the strength of the army.

"These people...... It's all Servant......"

Iskandar's true trump card, the true body of the ultimate Noble Phantasm, appeared in front of the eyes of those present.

"Behold, my peerless army!"

[The Emperor's 10,000 Gay Guys!! 】

Full of pride and pride, the King of Conquest stood in front of the cavalry ranks, raising his arms and shouting. "Even though the body is destroyed, their heroic spirits are still called, and they are the legendary warriors of my righteousness. Travel through time to answer my call to eternal friends. They are my treasure! It's my king's way! The strongest treasure in Iskan - 'The King's Army'!!"

EX-level Enemy Treasure Phantasm, the continuous summoning of independent servants. There are the gods of war, the kings of Maharaja, and the founders of dynasties. Gathered in front of you are unique heroic spirits that have only been heard of in legends.

All of them have a great reputation. They were all warriors who fought alongside the great Iskander.

A horse without a rider galloped towards the Emperor. It was a sturdy, huge horse. If it were human, its majesty would not be inferior to that of other Heroic Spirits.

"Long time no see, partner." The Emperor smiled childishly and hugged the horse's neck. Obviously, "she" is what will later be known as the legendary famous horse Besephalus. Following the King of Conquest, even the horse became a heroic spirit.

No one could make a sound but marvel. Even Jin Shishi, who also possessed EX-level treasures, never sneered after seeing such a radiant army.

"The king must live more truthfully than anyone else—to be admired by all!" The Emperor, who was straddling the back of Persephares, shouted loudly. The Heroic Spirits shouted in unison with the sound of their shields clattering.

"The one who gathers the faith of all the brave and sets it as the goal of the expedition is the king. So..."

"The king is not alone. Because his will is the desire of all his subjects!"

"Exactly! Precisely! Exactly!" The heroic spirits shouted loudly and soared through the sky. No matter what kind of enemy or bulwark, as long as it is in front of the conqueror king and his friends, it seems that there is no threat. That high fighting spirit can cross the earth and cut off the ocean.

"Alright, let's get started, Assassin." The Emperor's smiling eyes were full of hideousness and cruelty. In the face of those who ignore the king's words and refuse the king's wine. He didn't want to show any more affection. The point is, the Emperor's "Grand Strategy" T-shirt. That's the point!

"As you can see, the battlefield of my embodiment is the plains. I'm sorry, but if I want to win more, I still have an advantage. ”

The Assassins were stunned by the Emperor. Some fled, others screamed in self-abandonment, and some stood still. The skeletal masks are really just a rabble.

"Ravage!" The Emperor did not hesitate to order.

“AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!”

He was greeted with a loud roar. The invincible army that once swept through Asia shook the battlefield again at this moment. This can no longer be considered a fight, it is more appropriate to say that it is a sweep. There was no trace of the Assassin in the Eyes of the King's Army, leaving only a faint trace of blood and dust in the air.

"Woo!!"

Cheers of victory rang out. Offering victory to the king and praising the king's prestige, the heroic spirits who had completed their mission returned to their spirit state and disappeared into the distance.

Then, the barrier that had been maintained by their combined magic was lifted, everything shattered like foam, and the scenery changed back to the original night, and the few people stood in the atrium of Einzberen Castle again.

The white moonlight revealed the silence, and there was not a trace of dust in the air.

All is calm.

The three kings and Mordred sat back in their original positions and raised their glasses again. The Assassins were gone, and only the remains of the shackles severed by the dagger confirmed what had just happened.

Having said that, the Emperor's 10,000-person base group is really strong.