Holding his palms tightly, Webber examined the three spells on the back of his hands. This is the shackle that binds the hero in front of him, the biggest obstacle in his path to overlordship. However, in another way, the magic of this magical realm can produce miraculous powers, allowing the Servant to gain extraordinary strength.

The reason why he didn't use any spells was because Webb understood his servant's temperament, and this seemingly bold fool was actually a guy who was prouder than anyone else, and using the spell to limit it would only make the relationship between the two parties worse. And as far as Webber and Rider are concerned, he also secretly respects the king.

On the other hand, Webb is not without a sense of concern. In the face of a big hero like the King of Conquest, he has always lived as a small person, and he inevitably has some inferiority. Because he feels that he is not worthy of a powerful servant, the spell with the restriction in his hand will make him a lot more sure. At least, it's in my hands now, isn't it?

But tonight will be different again ...

The boy raised his clenched right hand in the air, revealing the still unused spell. It's probably the last battle, so there's no need to keep it. If Rider's state is ten at this time, Webb is willing to change it to twelve, so that he can fight beyond his level!

"My Servant, I'm Webb Wilwitt with a commanding spell. Rider, you're going to get the last win!"

This is not a compulsion, but a natural judgment. So, Webb gave the order, and he was in a relaxed mood as the first magic of the spell slowly disappeared.

"Command again with the Command Charm - 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 the king beside him, who was silently smiling at him. 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 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, and as a reward for losing everything, this is enough.

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

"So... I'm not your master anymore. ”

Webb said with his head down, looking at his feet. He didn't want to know what Rider was looking at him now. Maybe it was surprise at Webber's cowardice in giving up the war, maybe it was a reassuring smile at his liberation from the incompetent Master, either way, Webb didn't want to see. If he could, he even wanted Rider to forget about their encounter.

"Go ahead. Whatever you do, you've ......"

Of course I'll do my best to win this war, but the victory of the Holy Grail needs to be witnessed together. It doesn't matter if you're a Master or not, you're my friend, that doesn't change. ”

Webb knew that the words, which accompanied him with the same smile as usual, were meant for him, and at this moment, the strongest part of his heart disintegrated—despite his desperate efforts to protect, it only took a moment to destroy. The tears that came out of his eyes flowed like a spring, and when they ran down his nose, they mixed with his snot, making it difficult for him to breathe, and it was even more difficult for him to make a sound.

"You are a man who faces the enemy with me, so you are a friend. Stand shoulder to shoulder with me and face this war!"

This is definitely a word that can move Weber, after all, it is a rare recognition. After that, though, Rider will face an even harsher war.

"Show up, my BMW!"

With the sound of the call, a light burst out of the torn void that pierced the space. Shining with the light of the Heroic Spirit, it was a steed familiar to Webb. The horned Heroic Marbus Sepharus once carried the legendary BMW of the King of Conquest who ravaged the Eastern world. Now planes-traveling to the Allies, it sped across the asphalt, hissing eager to fight.

Although the various aspects of Iskandar's trump card, the King's Army, need to be brought together to be free from interference from the world. However, if it is only manifested alone, it is within the allowable range of ordinary space. Now that the Rider has lost its "Shenwei Wheel", the most suitable place for the Rider to make use of his riding skills is on his back. And for the upcoming battle, it's also the best way to go.

"Saber, are you ready to face my army, ready for a war like never before!"

Rider smiled sharply as he stepped onto Busephalous, who had been waiting for a long time, and drew his saber from his waist to Artoria.

"It's been a long time, Rider. Let me once again appreciate the peerless army that you are proud of!"

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

The wind of the hot sand blew away the mist in the forest as if it echoed the king's call. 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 vast forest sea into a whirlwind ravaging plain.

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

"Ah......h

For Weber, it 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 glittering cavalry, once bound by the conquering king, even crossed the gap between the present and the eternal. 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.

"My soldiers, the enemy is none other than King Arthur, who conquered the world. This will be our most magnificent war, and show our hegemony to the king of the world!"

The Valhalla troops, led by the Heroic Marbus Sepharous, rushed straight through in a wedge 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.

Alone in the face of this vast army, Artoria's face was completely fearless. Her petite body still stands tall under the murderous aura of thousands of armies, and the supreme king is always confident and invincible.

"I will never be invincible!"