Einzbern at night changes in an instant, and there is no doubt that it is just a phantom that corrodes the real world. It can be said that this is the limit of magic that can be called a miracle.

"However, you can actually materialize the scene in your heart...you are not a magician!"

Although Ilia already knew that Rider could use inherent barriers, she still had some doubts.

"Of course not. How can I do it alone?"

Iskandar, standing in the wide barrier, denied with a proud smile.

"This is the land that our army once crossed. The warriors who shared the joys and sorrows with me have this scenery firmly imprinted in their hearts."

As the world changed, the six people who were originally surrounded also changed their positions.

The assassins who were originally surrounded were moved to one side, and Rider stood in the center. On the other side were Illya, Saber, Archer, and two magicians. In other words, Rider stood alone in front of the assassins.

...Does it mean that Rider is the only one taking on the challenge now?

Everyone stared with wide eyes at the mirage-like images that appeared around him. One, two, four, the number of images gradually increased, and they looked like an army. The colors also became gradually richer.

"This world can reappear because it is imprinted on each of our hearts."

Under the astonished eyes of everyone and the interested gaze of Ilia, physical cavalry appeared one after another around Iskandar. Although they had different races and equipment, their strong bodies and brave knights were all the same.

It does not show the strength of the army.

"They are so powerful! These are all servants of high level..."

Although she was sighing, Illya then thought that Rider was still a loser in the end of this Holy Grail War.

"You will lose if you do this. It's really unreasonable... Or is this a prank by Gen Urobuchi? King of Conquerors, you couldn't have offended him at some point..."

Just when Ilia was still thinking wildly, the heroic voice of the Conquering King sounded again.

"Behold, my unparalleled army!"

Full of pride and pride, the conquering king stood in front of the cavalry line and raised his arms and shouted.

"Even if the world is destroyed, their heroic spirits are still summoned. They are my loyal warriors in legend. Eternal friends who traveled through time and space and responded to my call.

They are my most precious treasures! They are my way to be king! Iscan’s most powerful treasure is the ‘King’s Military Strength’!!”

An ex-level anti-army Noble Phantasm, continuous summoning of **servant.

There are military gods, King Maharaja, and the founders of past dynasties. Gathered in front of them are unique heroic spirits that have only been heard of in legends.

All of them have great reputations - they are all warriors who have fought with the great Iskandar.

After seeing a horse without a rider galloping towards the rider, Illya immediately showed an envious look. It was a powerful and huge horse. If it were a human, its majesty would definitely not be inferior to that of other heroic spirits.

.

"Why am I a caster? I don't have riding skills. Even if I borrow it from Rider, I can't ride that horse. I can only ride it stupidly..."

For the first time, Illya resented her class. Although her professional skills allowed her to build powerful temples, she preferred active offense to passive defense. Of course, there is a horse like Rider who is as cool as

A mount would be even better.

"Long time no see, partner."

The rider smiled like a child and hugged the horse's neck. It was obvious that "she" was the legendary horse Becephalus. Following the conquering king, even the horse became a heroic spirit.

No one could make any other sound except wonderment. Even Archer, who also possesses an EX-class super treasure, never sneered again after seeing such a radiant army.

The heroes who bet on the dream of becoming king and ride on the battlefield with the king.

The King of Conqueror turned his loyalty that lasted until death into an exceptional Noble Phantasm.

Saber was shocked, not because of the power of his Noble Phantasm, but because this Noble Phantasm shook her proud belief.

This perfect support -

The bond between the one called the Noble Phantasm and his minister——

While pursuing her ideal career as the King of Knights, there was something she never got until the end——

"The king... must live more truly than anyone else... and must be admired by everyone!"

The Rider, who was sitting on the back of Becephalus, shouted loudly. The Heroic Spirits responded with the tapping of their shields and shouted together.

"The one who gathers the faith of all brave men and sets it as a goal to start an expedition is the king. So..."

"The king is not aloof. Because his wish is the wish of all his subjects!"

"Exactly! Exactly! Exactly!"

The majestic shouts of the heroic spirits flew through the sky. No matter what kind of enemies or barriers, they appeared to be no threat in front of the conquering king and his friends. Their high fighting spirit could cross the earth and cut off the ocean.

Therefore, the assassins are just like clouds in front of them.

"Okay, let's start assassin."

The rider's smiling eyes were full of ferocity and cruelty. He faced people who ignored the king's words and refused the wine given by the king.

He no longer wanted to show any mercy.

"As you can see, the battlefield I embodied is a plain. I'm sorry, but if you want to win with more, I have the advantage."

At this moment, they have forgotten the Holy Grail, the victory and the mission of the Command Seal. They have lost themselves.

Someone escaped.

Some people were shouting in despair, while others were standing there blankly - the chaotic skeleton masks were really just a bunch of people.

"Ravage it!"

The rider ordered without hesitation. Then... "aaaalalalalalaie!"

What responded to him was a huge roar. The invincible army that once swept across Asia shook the battlefield again.

This can no longer be regarded as a fight, it is more appropriate to call it a sweep.

Even if you use a millstone to grind mustard seeds, the reaction will still be greater than it is now.

Wherever the "King's Army" went, no trace of assassin could be seen, leaving only a slight trace of blood and dust in the air.

"...Oooh!!"

The cheers of victory rang out. They dedicated their victory to the king and praised the king's majesty. At the same time, the heroic spirits who had completed their tasks returned to their spiritual bodies and disappeared into the distance.

"This is really spectacular...but is this the tragedy of an assassin? An assassin exposed in front of the enemy is absolutely vulnerable to an organized army!"

Looking at the heroic spirits dissipating into little bits of fluorescence, Illya felt a little sad for the existence of Assassin.

Subsequently, the barrier maintained by the combined magic power of the heroic spirits was also lifted, everything shattered like bubbles, the scenery returned to the original night, and several people stood in the atrium of Einzbern Castle again.

The white and bright moonlight revealed silence, and not a trace of dust could be seen in the air.

The four servants and two magicians sat back at their original positions and toasted again. The assassins had disappeared, and only the remains of the spoon with the handle cut off by a short knife confirmed what had just happened.

"...It's really disappointing."

The rider muttered to himself nonchalantly and drank the remaining wine in the glass.

Seeing this, Illya curled her lips in disgrace and said in a disgraceful manner to Rider:

"It's not because of you that it became like this! If the barrier is still there, these rats will at least wait until after the banquet when there are fewer people before they dare to come in."

Saber didn't answer Rider, while Archer sneered with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.

"Indeed, no matter how weak a bastard is, it would take a lot of effort even for the king to come up with so many of them... Rider, you are really an eyesore."

"Let me agree first, no matter what, I have to compete with you."

The rider smiled nonchalantly and stood up.

"Both of you, let's finish what we want to say, and that's it for today."

Hearing this, Illya waved her hands indifferently as a farewell. However, Saber was still worried about Rider's words before, and she was unwilling to let him go.

"Wait rider, I haven't..."

"you shut up."

Rider stopped Saber's words with a strong tone.

"Tonight is a banquet among kings, but Saber, I don't recognize you as the king."

"Do you still want to fool me? Rider."

Saber's tone was already irritable, but Iskandar just looked at her with pity. He pulled out the Sword of Alexander and waved it in the air. There was a flash of thunder, and a sacred bull chariot appeared with the roar. Although there was no "

"The King's Army" is so powerful, but it is also eye-catching.

"Come on kid, get up there."

"..."

"Hey, kid?"

"...Ah? Ah, um..."

Ever since he saw Assassin being easily defeated with his own eyes, Weber's heart has been cast by a strange shadow. After all, it was the first time he saw such an unconventional Noble Phantasm, so it was normal to have such a reaction. Besides, it was him.

He saw the strength of his servant for the first time today.
To be continued...