Looking at the approaching enemy, Webber let out a screaming sigh, "Why are there so many Assassins?!Isn't there only one Servant in each rank?!...... No, Saber has two ......."

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of their prey, the Assassins let out a wicked laugh. One of them said, "We are Servants as a collective, and the individuals in them are just shadows of the collective. ”

"I see. Reilly suddenly said: "This guy had multiple personalities during his lifetime, and after becoming a Heroic Spirit, he obtained a treasure that could split him." ”

The Assassin who was summoned by Yan Feng Qili this time is an assassin known as "Change".

He is inhabited by countless souls, and as a result, is able to appear on the battlefield in the form of multiple Heroic Spirits. Although the ability of the Assassin will be reduced after the split, the Assassin's class skill "Breath Break" will not be affected. In espionage activities, this group is arguably the best.

"Do you mean...... We've been watched by these guys until now?" Alice Fell muttered bitterly, and Saber shuddered. Although the Assassin's individual strength is not strong, they have a numerical advantage and can sneak around others, although she is not afraid of herself, but ......

"Alice Phil ......"

No matter how weak an individual Assassin is, it is still a great threat to humanity. Although Alice Phil is a first-rate magician, it is impossible to protect herself in such a situation.

In fact, the Assassin didn't want to fight the other Servants, after all, their number was not infinite. The method of exchanging the majority of sacrifices for the victory of a few survivors was originally a hole card prepared for the final battle. However, under the influence of the spell, they could not resist Yan Feng Qili's order.

“...... Ri, Rider, hey, hey, hey......" Seeing that his Servant was still drinking unhurriedly, Webb couldn't help but tug him.

"Don't be so embarrassed, little ghost. Even if there are unexpected guests at the banquet, you still have to drink the wine. Rider remained calm.

"What kind of thing do they look like guests?!" Webb was about to cry.

Rider smiled wryly and sighed, then said to the Assassins who surrounded him, "Guys, can you please restrain your ghostly spirits? My friend was terrified by you. ”

Reilly asked suspiciously, "Do you still want to invite these guys to the table?"

"Of course. The king's words should be heard by all the people, not even the enemy. Rider raised his spoon and reached out to the Assassins, "You're welcome. If you want to drink together, come and get a cup, for it is with your blood. ”

Phew――

After a piercing sound, only a handle remained of the spoon in Rider's hand, and the red wine that had been in the head of the spoon spilled onto the floor.

“......”

Rider looked speechlessly at the wine spilled on the ground. The Assassins let out a mocking laugh.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. Rider's tone was still calm, but there was an indescribable flavor: "I said that this wine is with your blood. Since you let it spill on the ground, then I'm ......."

Before he could finish speaking, a hot whirlwind suddenly blew in the courtyard.

Sensing sand flying into his mouth, Webb coughed repeatedly. When I looked closely, I realized that it was really sand.

"Saber, and Archer, let me ask you one last question—is the king alone?"

Archer smiled but didn't say a word. For him, such questions simply do not need to be answered.

Saber said without hesitation: "Wang, naturally it is lonely. ”

Rider laughed loudly, "No, it's like no answer!

The momentum of the whirlwind intensified, and they continued to erode the space around them, eventually turning it upside down.

"It's an inherent enchantment!" a gleam flashed in Reilly's eyes.

It is not too much to call it a miracle to project the world in the mind of the caster into reality and form a realm similar to the kingdom of God.

"How is that possible...... You're not a magician!" Weber's three views were about to collapse.

"Of course not, how could I do it alone?" said Iskandar, standing in the middle of the barrier, proudly, "This is the land my army once traversed, and it is deeply imprinted in my hearts and the hearts of my friends. ”

As the space shifts, so does the location of people.

The Assassins who had formed a siege were put together, and on the other side were Riven, Saber, Archer, and the three magicians, and Rider faced all the enemies alone.

The next moment, a mirage-like scene appeared around the conquering king. One figure after another stepped out of the air, riding tall warhorses and holding weapons of all kinds. Just by looking at the strict formation and majestic momentum, people know that this is a hundred battles of the division.

"Look, this is my unrivaled army!" the King of Conquest stood proudly at the front of the procession, raising his arms and shouting: "Even if the body dies, their souls will be with me! Friends who have crossed the barriers of time and space and responded to my summons, they are my treasures! They are my king's way! The strongest treasure that I am proud of Alexander, the king's army!"

An EX-rank Counterforce Treasure that continuously summons his subordinates as independent Servants.

There was Antigonus who won all battles, Neax who won the three armies, and Ptolemy and Seleucus, who founded later dynasties. They were all unique heroes, warriors who fought alongside Alexander.

A horse without a rider galloped up and stopped in front of Rider.

"Long time no see, partner. Rider hugged its neck with a childlike smile on his face.

In 344 B.C., a Thessalian merchant brought a horse to King Philip II of Macedon and offered a whopping price of thirteen Talants. You know, the Macedonian treasury at that time was only a few dozen talents.

Philip II took his generals to test the horse, but none of them were able to tame the horse.

Just as they were about to give up, Alexander, who was only thirteen years old, stepped forward.

"If I can tame this horse, ask my father to buy it and give it to me as a gift." ”

Philip II thought Alexander was being vexatious, but he agreed to the gamble anyway.

Alexander led the horse's head to the sunny side, for he had a keen eye for the horse to panic at the sight of his own shadow.

Alexander then slowly guided the horse forward and stroked its back with his hand. When he was sure that the horse had an initial trust in him, Alexander jumped on his horse and galloped off into the distance.

When Alexander returned on his horse, everyone cheered for him.

Philip II burst into tears of emotion: "Son, find a kingdom that suits you! Macedonia is too small for you. ”

Named Busephales by Alexander, this steed was a heroic spirit in the king's army after his death after his death and through countless wars with the conquering king.

Rider's Noble Phantasm shocked everyone, and even Archer, who had no eyes, didn't sneer.

Bet on the dreams of men and gallop on the battlefield with the king.

His unswerving loyalty turned into an exceptional treasure that guarded the king.

Saber faltered even more.

It was something she had never gotten until she died......

"King, live more truthfully than anyone else, and be admired by all the people!" cried Rider, sitting on the back of Busephales, "The king is not alone, for his will is the embodiment of the wishes of all his subjects!"

The Heroic Spirits tapped their shields and shouted in unison, "Exactly, exactly!"

"So, let's get started, Assassin!"

Rider's eyes were full of viciousness and brutality. Since these men refused the wine offered by the king, there was no need to show them any mercy.

"As you can see, the battlefield in which I manifest is the plains. I'm sorry, but if you want to compare the numbers, it's still my side that has an advantage. ”

However, the Assassins were too frantic to listen to him.

Some tried to escape, some screamed at themselves, and some stayed still.

"What a rabble. Reilly said with a smile.

"In Noxus, such a guy is going to be beheaded for public display. Rivien turned her head disdainfully.

In a loud roar, the invincible army that had swept across Asia, Europe and Africa began to sweep again.

Yes, this operation is not a battle at all, it can only be considered a sweep. Wherever the army passed, the Assassins were all crushed to slag.

With a shout of triumph, the Heroic Spirits who had completed their mission returned to their spirit state and disappeared into the distance.