Rider stood still and didn't move, when a whirlwind whistled around him.

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

Looking at the scene around him, Iskandar, the king of conquest, had a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

"It's ......"

The lancer from afar stopped his attack on Saber, all because of Kenneth's orders. Kill Saber as much as possible, then another way to understand, waiting for Rider to appear, and teaming up with him to kill Saber is also a feasible plan.

An indescribable tacit understanding instantly spread between Saber and Lancer, and the two stopped their guns and swords colliding with each other.

"Long time gone! It's been a long time! ”

The King of Conquest stood in the center of the hot wind, letting the cloak on his shoulders flutter in the wind. Being on the field again, feeling the blood rushing in his body, Rider laughed out loud. As if in response to the laughter, the whirlwind grew stronger.

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.

"It's an inherent enchantment!"

Lancer exclaimed softly.

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.

Einzbelen at night changes in an instant, no doubt that it is just an illusion that has eroded the present world. It can be said that this is the limit of magic that can be called a miracle.

“saber，lancer！ The head of the caster, I took it off! ”

Iskander, the king of conquest, who stood in the wide barrier, said heroically. Looking at Saber and Lancer's surprised eyes, Rider couldn't help but be interested.

I only heard him say: "This world can be reproduced because it is imprinted on the hearts of each of us. ”

Everyone's heart?

Hearing Rider's words, Saber and Lancer's eyes couldn't help but look deeper. I saw one, two, four. The images on the edge of the field of view gradually increase, and they look like an army. The color also became more and more intense.

"Armor Treasure ......"

Lancer spoke softly, not oblivious to the wounds he was already covered in. In the battle with Saber for injury, in order not to go against his wishes, Lancer specially chose to take great damage in the attack. On the one hand, it can prevent Saber from dying due to his attacks, and on the other hand, he can barely fulfill the master's spell.

But not now.

Caster's head is about to be taken by the Rider, a spoiler, in other words, Master's plan has failed. I wanted to fight with the rider and the caster. Now it can't be implemented anyway. Especially considering Rider's personality, he would never watch himself and Caster attack Saber.

Thinking of this, Lancer glanced at Rider with a complicated expression, as if he owed him a lot of favors. However, the Rider under the gaze of the Lancer did not have such a consciousness at all, and saw him standing in front of the cavalry queue with pride and pride, raising his arms and shouting.

"Behold, my peerless army! Even though the body is destroyed, their heroic spirits are still called. 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 are warriors who fought alongside the great Iskander.

A horse with no rider galloping towards Rider. It was a sturdy, huge horse. The black fur is like a satin woven from black silk, glittering in the sun. If it were human, its majesty would not be inferior to that of other Heroic Spirits.

"Long time no see. Partner. ”

Rider smiled childishly and hugged the horse's neck.

There is no doubt that this is the war horse that accompanied Alexander the Great all his life - Biseverus, when Alexander was a child. He tamed this horse, which no one in the whole kingdom could tame.

When the man, destined to conquer the world, jumped off his horse, his father kissed him on the cheek and said to him: "Son, go find a kingdom worthy of you, for Macedonia is too small for you." ”

Straddled on the war horse, the conquering king couldn't help but look back, behind him was his kingdom, unlike the path of any king, there was no loneliness on the road of conquering the king, there was no loneliness.

In a trance, Iskandar seemed to return to the battlefield he once was.

At the Battle of Issus, face the Persians who stood in your way. At the Battle of Tyre, face Rastimon and the Greeks. Before the Battle of Gao Jiamei, before deciding the fate of Asia.

Scene after scene is constantly retraced back to the king who is famous for his conquest. It's just that in his eyes, there is no weak nostalgia for ordinary people, not even the slightest miss.

The king, still holding his short sword aloft and straddle his black horse, galloped back and forth in front of his army.

No words of encouragement, no rousing speeches, but all that is in front of you is enough.

The hooves of horses trampling on the desert constantly raise grains of sand.

With every grain of sand, the soldiers on the front immediately knocked on the shields they were holding. One person's voice is so small, and when the number of people is large, it is like the tide of the sea!

With a pull of the reins, the Bicefalus stood up, and the king on horseback drew his short sword as he had done in the previous life, and swung it forward.

"Boom!"

The desert trembled instantly.

The demons that Caster had just desperately created were completely overwhelmed by the swarming army in an instant, like rocks at high tide. There is not a trace in sight.

"That's it...... Conquer the power of the king......"

Lancer muttered subconsciously. He would not doubt Caster's life or death at all now. Under such an attack, I am afraid that no one will be able to get out alive.

Lancer, whose eyes were full of fear, slowly turned his gaze to Saber who was standing beside him.

"Yes, yes."

An indifferent comment suddenly came from high in the sky.

Lancer and Saber subconsciously looked up, only to see a glittering golden spirit floating in the air on an unknown Noble Phantasm.

"This king is one step too late to conquer the king...... This king has decided that he must kill you with his own hands in return for today's hospitality! ”

Gilgamesh, who suddenly appeared in the air, frowned. Look at the rider who is gradually showing his form in the jungle.

"Oh!"

Hearing Gilgamesh's words in the air, the figure of Rider slowly appeared in the air, but the King of Conquest who had just appeared attracted everyone's attention in an instant.

Caster's head, being carried in his hands.

“archer！ Which hand do you want me to use then? ”

Rider raised his right hand holding the human head high, and said with a smile.

The king, who competed with each other like this, and the people who died down at the beginning were just those miscellaneous pieces that were crawling on the ground.

This moment. The two kings thought the same thought in their hearts, and the other thought made their eyes involuntarily look at the other king standing with a sword.

The Knight King, King Arthur who ruled England - Artoria.

"She'......"

Archer's eyes were full of confusion. In the same way, Rider also picked up his head with his big hands.

"How did she disappear?"

The corners of the two kings' mouths pulled at the same time, and they already figured out the reason.

"Spell ......"

"Spell."

The two said in unison, and looked at each other at the same time. There was a long howl.

Rider slashed his dagger and sped his chariot toward the sky.

Archer sat down with the treasure under him, and disappeared even more freely into the stronghold of the Einzberen family.

Only lancer. With a puzzled face, he looked around him.

Caster died, not killed himself.

Saber vanished, but he didn't save himself.

Rider and Archer meet here, but they seem to be transparent.

"You're doing a great job, Lancer!"

Kenneth's voice suddenly rang out behind Lancer.

“master！”

Turning his head suddenly, Lancer looked at his master, and suddenly found that he didn't know what expression to use to face his master, and ......

"Well, this left hand looks good, lancer."

Kenneth shook his left hand.

Of course, he didn't want Lancer to look at his left hand, but what he was holding in his left hand.

"It's ......"

"This is the hand of Emiya Kiritsugu, that is, the master of Saber, a hand without meat!" Kenneth smiled with satisfaction, "He told me an important piece of information, and in exchange I agreed to his terms. (To be continued......)

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