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Wilbur's expression changed as he shouted. He scrambled behind Rider and grabbed onto the corner of his shirt.
No wonder he was so panicked.
Assassins were Heroic Spirits who made assassinations their profession. None of their members had any glorious legends of being heroes, so their abilities were low. In a head-on battle, it was basically very difficult to compete with other Servants.
But all have their own advantages, all have their own unique aura, all have their own rank, all have their own aura, all have their own hidden aura, all have their own magic, all have their own unique aura, all have their own aura, Using this ability in battle would become a lifeline, and it would also be the greatest weapon to assassinate other masters.
Generally speaking, killing a master was easier than dealing with a Servant, so if used correctly, Assassin might become the most terrifying Servant.
The above was all nonsense. Whoever believed it would be a fool.
In fact, whether it was the clone gymnastic team in the 4th Holy Grail War, the "Heart-ripping" Hassan in the 5th Holy Grail War, or the fake Assassin Sasaki Kojiro, the word "cannon fodder" was written all over their faces. Not to mention assassinating Masters, even their few appearances were just to show off the strength of the other Servants.
It was a tragedy, as if Yan Feng had ordered a suicide attack on Rider.
"…Rider, hey, hey…"
Wilbur shook the man in front of him anxiously, but Rider still did not move. He looked around at the Assassins, his eyes calm and collected.
"Hey, hey, little brat, don't be so pathetic. It was just that there were new guests at the banquet, but they still drank the wine.”
"How do they look like guests?？”
Rider sighed bitterly. Then, he faced Assassin, who was surrounding him. He greeted them with a dull expression.
"Guys, can you please restrain your ghostly aura?" My friend was frightened by you."
Lancer looked at the Conqueror King in confusion. He was wondering if he had heard wrongly when he spoke.
"Conqueror King, does this despicable assassin look like he's here to attend a banquet?”
"What does it matter? Be it enemies or friends, aren't they all searching for the Holy Grail?”
Rider said calmly, scooping out the red wine from the bottle with a ladle 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. It was done by a man in the Assassins, and the wine in the ladle was scattered on the floor of the courtyard.
[Assassin's Gym Team has obtained the achievement 'Courting Death'.]
"..."
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 the feeling within had changed. Only the two people who had been drinking with him before noticed this change.
"As I said,'wine' is 'your blood'-is it not? "Since you casually let it spill on the ground, then I'll…"
Before he finished speaking, a whirlwind whistled.
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 had brought along hot sand that should not have appeared.
Saber raised his head and looked at the treasure that had once shocked him-the unity between the ruler and his subjects, which had miraculously achieved the "inherent barrier" that Rider could never achieve.
King's Army Force!
"It's actually an intrinsic barrier?!”Wilbur and Alisfall exclaimed…This was a phenomenon that only those who knew magic could understand.
The earth is scorched by the sun, and the sky is clear, until the horizon is blurred by the 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 five 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 Saber, Archer, Lancer, 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 one person understood what was going on.
"These people... are all Servants..."
Because he was the only Master present, he understood that the true trump card of the Servant Heroic Spirit Iskandar, the true body of the final relic, had appeared in front of him.
"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. Crossing time and space to respond to my call for eternal friends.
They are my treasures! This is my King's Dao! Iskan's strongest Treasured Artifact,'King's Army Force'!!”
Faced with such a magnificent scene, Saber could only sit cross-legged in the desert and let his golden bangs cover his eyes.
This feeling was…envy.
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