Chapter XIII
"... You did this, didn't you? Archer。”
Shimmering Gold shrugged innocently.
"Who knows? I don't have to understand what those bastards are thinking.”
Indeed, as the most ancient king, there was no need for him to understand the thoughts of others. Everyone knew that he was telling the truth.
Since so many Assassins had been mobilized, it was definitely not Yan Fengqili's order alone. This was probably the intention of his teacher, Tokiomi.
Because Shi Chen had treated the Hero King with the courtesy of an official, the Golden Flash had also acknowledged him as a Master. Shi Chen's actions made the golden shimmering man even more dissatisfied with him.
"Well…it's a mess."
Seeing the enemy approaching, Wilbur let out a miserable sigh. It was incomprehensible. This had completely exceeded the rules of the Holy Grail War.
"What happened? Why are the Assassins coming one after another…Although he knew that this Holy Grail War was abnormal, there were too many of them!？”
The Assassins laughed evilly when they saw their prey in such a sorry state.
"…You're right. We are Servants that use the whole as an individual, and the individual is just a shadow of the whole.”
"Could it be that…we have been monitored by these guys until today?”
Alisfel muttered in pain, and Saber couldn't help but shiver. Although he knew that the other party was not strong enough. However, they were able to sneak in, and there were many of them. Even if she was the one with the strongest combat power among the servants, she was still a considerable threat. Therefore, the two of them still felt a chill down their spines.
Furthermore, they, who usually followed their targets like shadows, had abandoned their ability to cut off their auras. Seeing them approach without fear meant…
"They are going to get serious."
Saber had fallen into an unexpected crisis, and he could not help but grit his teeth in hatred.
A mob that relied on numbers. If they attacked from the front, Saber would never lose. However, this was only limited to the situation where Saber was the only one confronting the enemy.
Saber had no choice but to protect Alisfel. No matter how weak the Assassin was, he was still a threat to humanity. Even if it was Ainz Belem's cyborg, Alice Phil, who could use first-class magic, magic alone would not be able to stop Assassin. It was impossible for her to protect herself.
Therefore, if they wanted to protect their companions while fighting, the large number of enemies became a very urgent problem.
Just how many Assassins could Saber stop with one strike? -- No, it wasn't a matter of how many people he could stop. Even if one of them was missing, that person could cause major damage to Elisfell.
Therefore, the question now was not whether he could stop them, but whether he could finish them all in one blow. The number of Assassins surrounding them was so great that it was hopeless.
From the Assassin's perspective, they had a final method.
Even if it was a group battle, it was a group formed by a limited number of people. Sacrificing most of the survivors in exchange for a small number of survivors to win was tantamount to suicide, so this was a trump card that would only be used in the final battle.
Assassin was a servant summoned for the Holy Grail. They probably couldn't stand being used as pawns by Shi Chen and Archer, but they couldn't disobey the Command Curse either.
"…Ri-Rider, hey, hey…"
Even though Wilbur shouted anxiously, Rider still did not move. He looked at the Assassins around him, his eyes still calm and collected.
"Hey, hey, little brat, don't be so pathetic. It was just that there were guests at the banquet, but they still drank the wine.”
"How do they look like guests??”
Rider smiled bitterly and sighed. Then, he faced Assassin who was surrounding him and greeted him with a dull expression,"
"I say, everyone, can you restrain your ghost qi? My friend was frightened by you."
Saber thought that he had misheard, and even Golden Flash frowned.
"Do you still want to invite them to sit? Conquest King."
"Of course. The king's speech should be heard by all the people. Since someone had specially come to listen, it did not matter whether it was an enemy or a friend.”
Rider said calmly, scooping out the red wine from the bottle with a spoon and reaching it out to the Assassins.
"Come, don't stand on ceremony. If you want to drink together, come and get your own cup. This wine is with your blood."
Whoosh! A sound that pierced through the air answered Rider.
Rider only had the handle of the spoon left in his hand. The spoon had fallen to the ground. This was done by one of the Assassins, and the wine in the spoon was scattered on the ground of the courtyard.
“……”
Rider looked down at the wine on the floor speechlessly. The skull-masked men laughed as if they were mocking him.
"Don't say I didn't warn you.”
Rider's tone was still calm, but it was clear that his feelings had changed. The only ones who noticed this change were the two people who had been drinking with him earlier.
"I told you." This wine 'is' your blood'-right? Since you casually let it spill on the ground, then I'll…"
Before he could finish his sentence, a gust of wind blew.
The wind was hot and dry, as if it wanted to burn everything. It was not like the wind in the forest at night or the wind in the castle's courtyard. The wind came from the desert and roared in his ears.
Wilbur felt sand enter his mouth and quickly spat. This was indeed sand. The strange wind brought along hot sand that should not have appeared.
"Saber, Caster, Archer, and the Demon King. The last question of the banquet-is the King arrogant?”
Rider, who was standing in the center of the hot wind, asked. Looking at the cloak fluttering on his shoulders, it was unknown when he had put on the clothes that the Conqueror King should have.
Golden Sparkle laughed. There was no need to ask, so he answered with silence.
Saber did not hesitate. If she were to waver in her beliefs, that would be a denial of her daily life as a king.
"I am proud."
Nero said without hesitation. She believed that she was an artist who could rival Apollo, the God of Music. She believed that she was a chariot driver who could rival Saul, the God of Sun. She was an absolute emperor, proud of the world.
"The king is naturally arrogant." You said.
"No, isn't that equivalent to not answering! Today, I'll teach you what a true king is!”
An unknown hot wind eroded the real world and then overturned it.
In the strange phenomenon that occurred at night, distance and position had lost their meaning. The dry wind that carried hot sand changed everything in its path.
"How, how could this be…"
Wilbur and Alisfall exclaimed…This was a phenomenon that only those who knew magic could understand.
"It's actually an intrinsic barrier?”
The sun that scorched the earth, the clear sky, and the horizon that was blurred by sand. There was nothing blocking his vision.
The fact that Ainz Belem would change in an instant at night undoubtedly meant that it was just an illusion that eroded the real world. It could be said that this was the limit of magic that could be called a miracle.
"How is this possible…You can actually materialize the scene in your heart…You're clearly not a magician!?”
"Of course not. How can I do it alone?”
Iskandar, who stood in the wide enchantment, denied with a proud smile.
"This is the land that our army once passed through. The brave men who have shared my joys and sorrows have this scene firmly imprinted in their hearts.”
As the world changed, the seven people who were originally surrounded also changed their positions.
The Assassins who were originally surrounding him were moved to one side, and Rider stood in the middle. On the other side were Saber, Caster, and two magicians. In other words, Rider was standing alone in front of the Assassins.
Was Rider the only one fighting now?
Everyone stared at the mirage that appeared around him. One, two, four. The number of images gradually increased, and they looked like an army. The color also gradually became richer.
"This world can be re-created because it is imprinted in our hearts.”
Under everyone's astonished gazes, more and more cavalry materialized around Iskandar. Although their race and equipment were different, their strong bodies and brave knights showed the strength of the army.
Only the two of them understood what was going on.
"These people…are all servants…"
Because he was the Master among the people present, he understood, while You already knew. The true trump card of the Servant Heroic Spirit Iskandar, the true body of the final relic, appeared before his eyes.
"Look, my Peerless Army!"
Filled with pride and pride, the Conqueror King stood in front of the cavalry and raised his arms as he shouted.
" Even if their bodies are destroyed, their heroic spirits are still summoned. They are my loyal warriors in the legends. Forever friends who answer my call through time and space.
They are my treasures! This is my King's Dao! Iskan's strongest Treasured Artifact,'King's Army Force'!!”
It was an EX-level military relic, and it could summon an independent Servant continuously.
There was the War God, the Mahala King, and the founders of the dynasties. The people gathered before him were heroic spirits that were only heard of in legends.
All of them had great reputations-they were warriors who had fought alongside the great Iskandar.
A riderless horse galloped towards Rider. It was a vigorous and huge horse. If it was a human, its might would definitely not be inferior to other heroic spirits.
"Long time no see, partner."
Rider smiled like a child and hugged the horse's neck. Obviously," she " was the famous horse Beesephares that was later known as the legend. Following the Conqueror King, even the horse became a heroic spirit.
Everyone could only exclaim. Even Archer, who also had an EX-grade super relic, stopped laughing when he saw the army that was shining brightly.
The heroes who gambled on the dream of a king and rode on the battlefield with the king.
Loyalty that did not end even in death, the Conqueror King turned it into an exceptional Treasured Artifact.
Saber was shocked. She wasn't afraid of the power of his relic, but this relic shook the belief that she was proud of.
This perfect support-
It was called the Treasured Artifact, and the fetters between the officials.
In her pursuit of her dream as the Knight King, she had never been able to obtain something in the end.
"The king-must live more truthfully than anyone else-must be admired by all!”
Rider, who was sitting on Beesephales 'back, shouted. The heroic spirits responded with the sound of their shields tapping as they shouted in unison.
" The one who gathers the beliefs of all brave people and sets them as the goal to start the expedition is the king. So-"
"The king is not arrogant. Because his wish was the wish of all his subjects!”
"That's right! That's right! That's right!"
The heroic spirits 'majestic shouts pierced through the sky and soared into the sky. No matter what kind of enemy or stronghold they were, as long as they were in front of the Conqueror King and his friends, they were not a threat. That high fighting spirit could cross the earth and cut off the sea.
Therefore, Assassins were nothing but clouds in front of them.
"Alright, let's begin Assassin.”
Rider's smiling eyes were filled with malevolence and cruelty. Facing the person who ignored the king's words and rejected the wine bestowed by the king. He no longer wanted to show any mercy.
"As you can see, the battlefield I materialized is a plain. I'm sorry, but if I want to win with more people, I still have the advantage.”
He had forgotten the Holy Grail at the moment, forgotten the mission of victory and the curse. They had already lost themselves.
Someone escaped. There were also people who gave up and shouted, and there were also people who stood there in a daze. The skeleton masks who were in a mess were indeed just a mob.
"Rape!"
Rider ordered without hesitation. Then-"AAAAALaie!!”
What responded to him was a huge roar. The invincible army that once swept across Asia was once again shocked.
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