Or is it a sniper-type treasure against people, and the other party plans to capture the thief and capture the king first, and shoot the rider who is charging forward in one fell swoop......

"Boom" roared with the sound of a hurricane, and the magic of Archer's hilt erupted from the swelling of magic.

"Wake up, EA. The stage is set up to match you!"

EA - In ancient Mesopotamian mythology, it was the god of the earth and water in charge of the "heavens" and "middles".

The "Obedient Sword", as he called it, was the first sword that witnessed the creation feat in the Age of Mythology. Its blade was given the task of splitting the chaotic sky and earth in half and giving it a definite form.

Now, the whirling Excalibur is rolling up a gale of wind, ready to repeat the miracle of creation. The golden hero king proudly declared.

"Look at it—this is the 'Heaven and Earth Departure Star'!"

The sky is screaming, and the earth is roaring.

The swollen beam of magic shook the laws of the universe and rushed out.

Archer swung his sword down, not aiming at anyone at all.

There's no need to target anyone anymore. What is cut by the blade of the obedient sword is not limited to any "enemy".

In front of the rider who drove the horse galloping, the earth cracked, revealing a bottomless abyss.

"Huh!?"

Rider immediately sensed the danger under his feet, but the momentum of the galloping Busefarus was too strong for anyone to stop it.

"Uhhhh

Seeing that the fate of falling into the abyss was inevitable, Webb gritted his teeth and swallowed back the scream. That being said, the crisis was nothing to mention in the eyes of the horses and riders he stepped on.

"Hah!"

With a wave of the rider's reins, the horse's hind hooves kicked violently and leaped high into the air.

The jump, the float made people sweat deeply. Just when Webb thought that this moment would last indefinitely, Bucefarus had once again set foot on the other side.

There was little time for them to breathe. When Webb saw the tragic situation of the cavalry team that followed, his face turned pale.

The Praetorian Guards, whose mounts were inferior to Busefarus, failed to cross the moat, and fell helplessly like an avalanche into the abyss of hell. Although the cavalry at the back of the position stopped and escaped at the moment when there was no room for action, the tragedy had just begun.

"Boy, hold on!"

Rider snapped, hugged Webb and grabbed Busepfarus' mane tightly.

Just as the god horse, sensing the danger, retreated to safety, the cracks in the ground widened, swallowing the surrounding land and the cavalry.

No—it's not just the earth. The rift stretched from the ground to the void, distorting space and upstreaming, with a wind that swept everything around it towards the end of nothingness.

"This—this is ......."

Even the conquering king was speechless by this scene.

The obedient sword held by the Hero King, that blow pierced not only the earth, but the entire world, including the sky. Its attack can no longer be described by whether it hits or not, and how powerful it is. Soldiers, horses, dust, the sky—everything that depended on the severed space was swept into the vortex of nothingness and vanished.

As Busefarus struggled to resist the vacuum's air pressure difference, the hot sands generated by the King's Army cracked and crumbled like sand about to run out into the abyss of nothingness.

Before the sword fell, everything was just a meaningless mess of chaos.

After a sword swing, a new law separates the heavens, the sea, and the earth.

The stirring power that opened the world rushed out, which had long been beyond the scope of the treasure of the city. All things, visible and invisible, are falling apart under this unparalleled power. This is the true face of the "Treasure of the Realm" that makes the Hero King claim to be a transcendent.

The sky fell, the earth cracked, and everything was reduced to nothingness. In the endless darkness of the night, only Archer's obedient sword shone brightly. Its light, like the opening star that illuminates the new world, announces the end of its destruction.

Neither Rider nor Webb were able to witness this. The Rider's inherent enchantment is maintained by the total magic of all the Heroic Spirits summoned. Before the entire world completely disappeared, the barrier that had lost half of its troops had already been breached, and the distorted laws of the universe had returned to its proper state.

Then, as if waking up from a dream, Bussefarus, who was carrying the two men, landed on the Fuyugi Bridge at night.

On the other side of the bridge, the golden archer stood in front of them with a smile. There was no change in the positional relationship between the two sides, and the whole battle situation seemed to be retraced back to the beginning.

The only thing that confirmed the change was the obedient sword in Archer's hand, which was still spinning and growling.

The invisible change is that the Rider's trump card, the King's Army, has disappeared.

"Live, Webb. Witness all this, pass on the way of being a king, and the heroic posture of Iskandar."

Busephalos hissed in a loud voice of encouragement—the king who was about to die, or his subordinates?

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 on the march, Iskander!"

The conquering king clamped the belly of the horse and began the final gallop. I saw that he glared angrily at the unhurried enemy, and let out a cry of cracking.

He is a strategist, so he knows that the winner is already known. However, "that" and "this" are two different things entirely. Iskandar, the conquering king, had no other way but to storm the golden Heroic Spirit.

It's not a vision, and it's not despair. All that filled his heart was the excitement that almost burst out of his chest.

It's so strong. That guy is too strong. That hero can even split the entire world in half, and is undoubtedly the strongest opponent in the heavens and the world.

Because of this, that man is his last enemy.

He is the last hurdle in the world, higher than the Hindu Kush, hotter than the Makrangersa. In that case, why should the king of conquest not challenge him? As long as you break through this final hurdle, the end of the world lies ahead. My unattainable dream is waiting to be realized in front of my eyes.

"There is glory on the other side" - it is precisely because it is incomparably far away that there is the value of the challenge. Acura is domineering, showing domineering, in order to support his subordinates behind him.

The Hero King, who stood in Iskandar's way, looked at the challenger unhurriedly and unleashed the treasure in the treasure vault. Twenty, forty, eighty - the swarm of Noble Phantasms shone brightly, scattered in the void. In that dazzling light, the King of Conquest recalled the starry sky of the East that he had once looked at.

"Ahh

The king of conquest trembled with joy, roared, and galloped forward with his beloved horse.

Swords fell like a constellation of stars, and under the breathtaking silver might, the body of the conquering king suddenly crooked.

When he realized it, he was moving on his own feet. I don't know where Embus Sefarus has gone and where he has fallen. Although he really wanted to stop and pay tribute to his best friend who had completed his final mission, it was precisely because of this that he couldn't stop. Every step forward now is the best feast for the deceased.

Gold's nemesis said something as if he knew everything. But he didn't hear it. Even the sound of the golden blade breaking through the wind that swept past his ears could no longer reach his ears.

All he could hear was the sound of the waves.

Far away at the end of the world, lapping against the empty shore, the sound of the waves at the end of the world was heard.

Ah, that's it. Knowing all this, he was relieved.

The throbbing of this chest is the waves of the endless sea.

"Haha...... Ahahahaha!"

He ran selflessly on the shore. The splash of droplets makes the tiptoes very comfortable. The soles of his feet were stained bright red, perhaps only blood flowing from his abdomen. But so what? Now that he had seen the sea in his dream, what could be more blessed than this?

The unhurried hero king is already, right in front of him. One more step -- one more step forward. The tip of the sword could split that guy's head in two.

"Drink ~~~~~~~!!"

With a shouting sound that rushed straight into the sky, the Celtic longsword swung down.

The moment of conviction of victory, the moment that should have been fleeting, somehow lasted as if it were frozen forever. It's as if time itself stands still.

No, in fact it is not time that stands still, but itself.

Just as the blade of the sword was about to touch the enemy, the conquering king's hands and feet, shoulders, waist, and even the blade of the sword were bound by strong chains.

The Locks of Heaven - the secret treasure of the Hero King's secret treasure, the chain of bondage that even the Celestial Bull is unable to break free.

"-You guy...... Always come up with something weird......

There is no remorse, and there is no incomprehension. Some are just self-deprecation for the sake of the mountain, and the bitter smile at the corner of the blood-stained mouth.

The Celtic sword failed to reach the opponent. All it was was the fact that Gilgamesh's perverse sword pierced Iskandar's chest, and the feeling of the sword turning in his heart. What a strange sword. The king of conquest said as if his colleagues did not care about themselves.

"-Have you woken up from your dream, King of Conquest?"

「…… Ah, well. yes......"

This time, it didn't work out again. The unfinished dream ended regrettably. But when you think about it, it should be worth gambling for a lifetime, a once-in-one dream.

Looking back, the dreams of the time when I was far away in Asia Minor, in this far east, came back to my heart. Iskandar smiled as he savored the bumpy past.

Since the same dream can be repeated twice, there is nothing strange about having it again.

That is to say-

It's almost time for the next big dream.

"This expedition is also ...... It made my heart flutter for a while......

Iskandar narrowed his eyes that were getting blurred in the blood mist, and whispered contentedly. Seeing his satisfied look, Gilgamesh nodded solemnly.

"King of Conquest, I am ready to accept your challenge."

For this fierce opponent who was pierced by the rain of treasures all over his body, but still had to rely on the lock of heaven to block the way forward, the Hero King bestowed upon him the supreme praise - the overflowing beauty from the heart.

"Until the end of time, every inch of this world is my courtyard. So I'm sure it won't get boring for you."

"Oh...... That's, that's great......

In the end, Rider calmly attached himself and disappeared quietly. (To be continued.) )