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, hugging Webb and clutching Busepfarus' mane.

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 Imperial Sister 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.

While Busefarus was struggling to resist the vacuum pressure difference, the hot sand created 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. Compared to the King's Treasure, 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 deviant 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. Rider's inherent enchantment is originally 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 Villa 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 Rider's trump card, the King's Army, is gone.

“Rider……”

Seeing that his master looked up at him with a pale face, the tall Servant asked with a solemn expression.

"So, there's something important I haven't asked you yet."

“…… Ay? ”

"Webb Wilwitt, are you willing to serve me as a subordinate?"

Webb trembled with excitement. Then, tears poured out like a flood that burst its banks.

Although I knew that it would never be possible, I was still secretly looking forward to this problem. There is no need to think about the way to answer at all. It is hidden deep in my heart like a treasure.

"You're—"

The young man, who was called by his name for the first time, replied unwaveringly, ignoring the tears on his cheeks.

"—You are my king. I swear to use it for you, to die for you. Please be sure to guide me forward and let me see the same dreams. ”

Hearing the other party swear like this, the domineering Wang smiled slightly. This smile is the supreme praise and reward for his subordinates.

"Well, okay."

Just when my heart was rejoicing and fluttering, Webb's body really flew.

“…… Ay? ”

The king lifted the boy's diminutive body from Busepfarus' back and slowly lowered it onto the concrete pavement. After losing the support of the horse's back and returning to his original height, Webb once again realized his shortness, and his heart was full of doubts.

"It is the task of the king to show where the dream is. And it is your job to witness the end of the dream and pass it on to future generations forever. ”

On the saddle that seemed so lofty and untouchable, the King of Conquest smiled heartily and resolutely gave the order.

"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 out, 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 woman 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 it has the value of a 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.

The star rain roared proudly and approached, ravaging every inch of skin one after another and mercilessly. But this pain is nothing compared to the thrill of galloping.

It is impossible to reach any "end" - I have been secretly depressed in my heart. What a stupidity, what a gaffe.

The coveted "end" was standing in front of him. The end point of crossing several hills and rivers is now close at hand.

Then, step over.

Step over that enemy.

One step, one step at a time. As long as you keep repeating this process, the tip of your sword will definitely be able to touch the unreachable figure.

Swords fell like stars, and under the breathtaking power, 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.

The golden royal sister put on a look of knowing everything and said something. 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.

Soul Lock - a skill that Mo Huai has always cherished, has an absolute binding force on the soul.

- Mo Huai...... You've always come up with weird things, but I agree with you......"

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, the royal sister Gilgamesh nodded solemnly.

"Conquer the King, and your glory will be forever."

For this fierce enemy who was pierced by the rain of treasures all over his body, but still had to rely on Mo Huai's help to block the way forward, the Hero King gave him a supreme compliment-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 let you get bored. ”

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

In the end, Rider calmly joined and disappeared quietly, leaving only a golden ball of light flying towards Mo Huai.