"Do you need to ask? I'm waiting for you, a self-respecting man who claims to be the king of conquest. ”

The smile on Gilgamesh's face was unhurried.

Gilgamesh, who had always been cynical, stood at the top of the Fuyuki Bridge, overlooking all living beings. At this moment, he completely showed the majesty and posture of being a king, and the golden armor seemed to be mocking the lights of human civilization that were so illusory, brilliant and wanton blooming with the golden light of himself.

"As my new retainers have said, beneath our feet, in this spiritual land called Fuyuki City, the final manifestation of the Holy Grail must be the place where the spiritual veins are located, otherwise we will not be able to provide the tremendous energy needed for the Holy Grail to appear. In this place, there are four largest spiritual veins, and the key to unlocking the Holy Grail is placed in its rightful place, and the Saber side is attracted to take the initiative to challenge, and the aura of melee will inevitably lead the last person competing for the Holy Grail out. ”

Gilgamesh looked at the majestic monarch in front of him with deep meaning:

"That's you, the so-called conqueror Iskander. You've been here. ”

"So, that means you're here to stop me, right?"

The god-like coercion oppressed Weber, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Are you scared? Brat. ”

Webber nodded unpretentiously. Iskandar kindly patted Webber on the shoulder.

"It's normal to be afraid. Face a truly powerful enemy, and your instincts will tell you of danger. You'll have your hairs stand on end, you'll break out in a cold sweat. The hands will tremble, and the heart will hesitate. On the battlefield, there is a kind of people. As soon as he appears in front of you, you will involuntarily retreat, and every cell in your body will cry out for your inevitable defeat. ”

"Of course, for me, it's not that far. However, there is no doubt about the strength of the hero king. ”

Weber's eyes, the eyes of this hegemon who once crossed the Eurasian and African continents to fight in all directions, were full of joy.

"Even so, there will always be freaks like me in the world, and although there will be a brief moment of fear, the stronger the enemy, the stronger the desire to drink the wine of victory."

"Crossing mountains and rivers, there is nothing in the world that can be more exciting than the challenge itself."

The sight of the king's army expedition in the dream inexplicably echoed in Weber's heart,

It was an expedition farther than a dream, and through a dream from a thousand years ago that was in tune with the Heroic Spirit, he had also fought with Iskandar in the wilderness of hope.

Wang's majestic back always walks at the forefront of the team.

Perhaps, Weber was envious of this man.

Even if Iskandar's martial arts are excluded, the posture of charging against the predicament and enemy army is something that a cowardly self can never do. On the spur of the moment, he stole the fragments of his teacher's relics and participated in the Holy Grail War in order to prove himself. But when his blood was boiling, he didn't really understand the meaning of what he was doing.

Since we are born as human beings, we must have desires. But with one's own efforts and talents, as well as like-minded partners to reach the goal together, it is a man's romance.

As Iskandar said, the glorious king of conquest is the goal of all his subjects. At this moment, Weber deeply felt how ridiculous his life had been so far.

I feel sorry for myself because I wasn't born in a great magician family.,Insist that an ordinary family can become a great magician.,Deep down, I'm jealous of the young lady from a famous family.。

"A man like me is not worthy of the glorious road of conquest to conquer the king."

Webb clenched his fist and let go. Hold tightly, release again, and repeat several times.

"Although the next battle will take place in the inherent barrier, it may still affect you, boy, find a place to hide...... What's wrong? Kid Webb? ”

Webb Velvett, who fell silent, raised his head, and at this moment he had a heartfelt smile on his face:

"Rider, you must get to Okeanos."

"What?"

Webber raised his right hand, and the three spells that had never been used so far came out of his body mixed with the magic power in his body.

"In the name of the First Spell, Rider, you must win."

"In the name of the Second Spell, Rider, you must get the Holy Grail."

"In the name of the Last Command, Rider, go take over the world."

Such a broad command could not be realized at all, and almost all of the spells that were used were transformed into magic and projected into Iskandar's body.

The abundant and surging magic was like the sound of the waves of the endless sea in a dreamland, surging back and forth in Iskandar's body.

Gilgamesh's rudie-like pupils looked at Iskander:

"With all the spells, it seems that you are aware of the gap between you and me, and are you going to fight to the death?"

Iskandar shook his head:

"The proudest thing Iskander has ever been in my life is not the conquest of nations, large and small, and the expansion of my empire into behemoths spanning three continents. But in this glorious expedition, the warriors who have walked with me all the way, they are my friends, and the bond with them is the embodiment of my royal way, and tonight, this bond has since increased one more. ”

Iskandar turned to look at Webb,

"Webb Wilwitt, would you like to be my friend to conquer Iskandar, and share the joy of conquering the world?"

Webb pointed to himself with a sluggish expression:

"Is it okay for someone like me?"

"That's natural, you and I are comrades-in-arms who have gone to the battlefield together several times. Although thin, you are undoubtedly a man who stands up to the sky. Stand side by side with me with your chest up. You are, without a doubt, a friend of mine Iskander. ”

Busephalos, the god steed who had become a heroic spirit, came through time, and the King of Conquest stepped on his horse, extended his hand to Webber, and invited him to ride with him.

Flattered and frightened, Weber was pulled on his horse by the conquering king.

Gilgamesh sneered:

"No matter how many ants there are, they are just ants. I suggest you surrender. ”

"Now I am entrusted by an important partner. How can you give up on winning so easily? Archer, no, the lone hero king of Babylon. A lonely person like you will never understand me. ”

Iskandar draws and swings his sword.

"The rallying horn has sounded, my compatriots! Tonight, our bravery will leave the strongest legend! ”

The wind of hot sand seemed to echo the king's call, blowing away the mist from the river and rushing up the bridge.

Gathered from across time and space, the thoughts of the Heroic Spirits who once shared the same dream with the King are gathering under Alexander's sword.

The blue sky without clouds or clouds, the hazy horizon under the hot sun, the desert that stretches for thousands of miles. 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 uninhabited bridge into a whirlwind desert.

Immediately afterward, the Heroic Spirits rode to the stage of the decisive battle.

For Weber, it was the second time he had seen the majestic majesty of the "King's Army", and although he was no longer surprised, after thoroughly understanding the meaning of the ultimate treasure that was the embodiment of the royal path of Iskandar in his dream, his heart was even more awe-inspiring.

The elite of the golden cavalry once formed a master-servant bond with the king of conquest, and even crossed the isolation between the present world and the netherworld.

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.

"The enemy is the demigod of Wanfu Modang, the heroic king of Babylon! Such a famous figure as our opponent has no regrets in this life;! Heroes, show our domineering power to the primordial heroic spirits! ”

"Oh oh oh oh oh !!!"

Iskandar roared, and the troops present let out a tsunami-like cry.

Alone in the face of this vast army, Archer's face was completely fearless. He just stood on the spot with poise and dignity. The gold-colored light and haughty posture were like a steep solitary peak, and the sense of coercion reflected the difference of being a demigod.

"Let the horses come, Lord of the Overlords. Now let you know what it means to be a true king."

The Hero King fearlessly responded with a long roar to the Lord of Hosts, and the Heroic Troops, led by Bussefarus, the already Heroic Horse, and the Great King who rode it, rushed straight through in a wedge-shaped formation.

Iskandar led the way, he shouted, and the cavalry that followed him was slightly behind the infantry phalanx of the cavalry troops, and even Webber let out a faint shout to join the angry harmony......

！！！

The hooves and tramples of horses still made an earthquake-like sound in the soft desert, and tens of thousands of blades and spears, armor and arrows all pointed at the lone king of the towers.

"Hah!"

Gilgamesh opened his arms and breathed in the hot winds of the desert in the inherent barrier.

Despite the charge of tens of thousands of troops, Gilgamesh had no fear.

This battle for the Holy Grail in the name of war is too pediatric for the king who has experienced real war.

And at this moment, in this farcical war game, there is finally an opponent who is really worth fighting.

A challenge from Rider that deserves your full strength.

Gilgamesh, who made such a judgment, used the key in his hand to open the door to the treasury of Babylon.

"The passion to dream high and aim to dominate is indeed commendable. But do you understand, soldiers? The so-called dream will one day wake up. ”

Instead of using the tactics of bombarding a large number of Noble Phantasms with the tactics used in the past, what Gilgamesh took out of the treasury this time was only a sword, a strange weapon with an extremely strange shape, which could not even be described as a sword.

It has both hilts and gauntlets, and is similar in length to a normal longsword. However, the most crucial part of the "sword body" is far from the traditional sword. The three cylinders were tightly connected, and the not-sharp blades were twisted into a spiral, and the three cylinders slowly wound together like chains, swirling and spreading out each other.

Yes, it can no longer be called a sword. It was a weapon that was born long before the shape and concept of the "sword" appeared in the world. It was made by God before the creation of man, and it is the treasure that bears witness to the history of creation.

I saw the three cylinders like grinding discs rubbing against each other, releasing a surging huge magic power with the order and rules of the celestial body.

"Come, put an end to your endless long dream, and I will personally show you the laws of the world."

"Charge!"

Gilgamesh's Phantasm attacked, and Iskandar gave only one order to the army—

Advance! Advance! Advance!

The only obstacle to victory is Gilgamesh's upcoming Phantasm attack.

The enemy had only one chance to strike, and at the speed of the cavalry, the broadsword in their hands was already able to cut off the head of the enemy general before the second blow was delivered.

The other party is Gilgamesh, who is proud of his countless treasures. Since only one Noble Phantasm was used at such a critical moment, it showed that this Noble Phantasm had the power to gamble for it once.

A treasure of the army known for its wide range? A treasure of the city known for its great power? Or is it the antithek that intends to capture the thief and kill the king first?

It doesn't matter, even if there is only one cavalry who breaks through, the opponent's head will become his own bag.

However, Iskandar's estimates were all wrong.

The weapon that Gilgamesh took out, named Ea. This is the name that Gilgamesh gave it. The origin of the name is the god Oia, an anthropomorphic deification of the planetary power that made the surface of the earth covered in lava and gas turn and shatter while the earth was still in its original state, and stabilized it.

The sword, which bears the name of Ea, is part of the power of creation.

And the power of this sword has surpassed the weapons of the world, and its target is not only the army or the city, but the planet, or the world. Its blade was given the task of splitting the chaotic sky and earth in half and giving it a definite form. If you had to define it, it would be the Counterboundary Artifact.

"O Ea, the power of the planet of the past, let the world witness your glory! Heaven and earth open up the star of perverse departure (Enuma Elish)! ”

Gilgamesh's monstrous sword spewed out a surging beam of mana as red as lava.

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 galloping Rider, the earth cracked, revealing a bottomless abyss.

"Huh!?"

Rider immediately sensed the danger beneath his feet, but the galloping Buseffarus was too strong for anyone to stop.

"Whew"

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 kicked its hind hooves 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, 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.

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, and everything that the sky depended on in the severed space were swept into the vortex that led to 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 nothing more than a meaningless mass 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 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.