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The sleeping streets are even quieter than usual. Perhaps because they are afraid of the frequent weird incidents, people who are accustomed to nocturnal activities have also listened to the authorities' advice not to go out at night and stayed at home. Not even a car could be seen on the street, only the asphalt road surface was pale under the cold winter night and illuminated by street lights.
The deserted streets give people the illusion of being in a toy scene of equal proportions. If places that ordinary people know are called otherworldly places, this is undoubtedly the case in Fuyuki City at night.
A horse passed through the unusual scenery as if no one else was around. Weber was riding on that leaping back, galloping towards death. Behind him was the broad and thick chest of the Conquering King, and the distance was so close that he could almost feel the high-pitched agitation.
If he can survive tonight, Weber will never forget this tense and peaceful feeling of excitement in his life. There is a moment in the world called the "real time". That is the moment that liberates the soul from all deception and whitewashing, calmly accepts the whole world, and is in awe of it. And that's exactly what Weber is now. There is no need to explore the various mysteries and contradictions in the world, just accept them calmly. The meaning of life and death can be understood clearly without the need for words to describe it. It was a time of supreme happiness, being liberated from all the confusion and confusion of a miserable life.
The horse leisurely passed through the sleeping streets and jumped to the river bank shrouded in the night. In the silent moonlit night, the bridge at the destination was illuminated white by the misty mercury lights.
"Rider, that's"
Weber stretched out his finger, and the Conqueror nodded slightly to show his affirmation.
Although that majestic figure is on a bridge that is as bright as day, it seems to be mocking the artificial lights as fake, with the same golden light, shining brightly. Although they were hundreds of meters away, the harshness and coldness in those crimson eyes still made Weber's whole body tremble and he was unable to move.
Servantarcher, Hero King Gilgamesh¡ª¡ª
Weber was not unprepared. He knew that the opponent would be faced sooner or later. Despite this, once he really faced him, the oppressive feeling brought by the majestic opponent still penetrated the heavy protection and directly defeated the core of his soul.
"Are you scared, Xiaozi?"
Rider noticed Weber's trembling and asked softly. The young man didn't bluff and nodded honestly.
"Well, scared. Or is this what you call 'joyful'?"
Hearing the tight answer, the Conqueror smiled proudly.
"That's right. The stronger the enemy, the more intense the desire to drink the wine of victory. Hum, you have become smarter too."
Bucephalus carried the roaring rider and arrived at the bridge in an upright manner.
The fourth and undoubtedly the last encounter. The original King of Heroes and the legendary King of Conquerors. For two people who both want to claim the fourth lane of the highway as their own, each other is the biggest obstacle on their way forward. The two met on a narrow road on the bridge, with no way to retreat or avoidance. When two kings fight, it is the destined battlefield.
As if he had understood the rider's will, Bucephalus stopped his hooves. The rider mopped his horsehair as a sign of encouragement.
"Xiaozi, you wait here first."
"¡ª¡ªWhy?"
Rider dismounted and walked leisurely towards the waiting enemy.
Archer also approached proudly, as if he had made an appointment in advance.
They are not only combatants competing for martial arts, but also opponents vying for dominance. In this case, they must abide by the corresponding etiquette before fighting.
"Rider, where is the chariot you are proud of?"
??????????????????????????????????? "Ah, that's right. Well, let that guy Saber snatch it away, I'm really angry."
Rider shrugged calmly. Archer narrowed his bloody eyes and looked directly at him.
"Have you forgotten my decision? I should have said that I will defeat you when you are in perfect condition."
"Well, it sounds like that's the case." Rider sneered at Archer's intimidation, tilted his lips in an extremely bold and ferocious manner, and said with a smile, "My equipment has indeed been consumed. But don't look down on me just like that. Oh, King of Heroes. Tonight¡¯s Iskandar is more than perfect precisely because he is not perfect.¡±
Although that statement was a bit far-fetched, Archer did not laugh it off. Instead, he looked Rider up and down with sharp eyes, wishing he could chop him into pieces.
"¡ª¡ªI see. The aura of king that fills your body is indeed extraordinary.Humph, it seems that you have already planned it. "
In fact, even though Rider lost a Noble Phantasm, the total amount of magic power rolling through his body was several times stronger than before. I thought that Weber's three consumption command spells [wasted in vain] were unexpectedly effective.
The forced activation effect of the command spell will gradually weaken as its content becomes more abstract. At this point, Weber's order just now had no specificity at all. From the point of view of its purpose, it was equivalent to wasting three command spells in vain. On the other hand, if the Command Seal is not used to distort the Servant's will, but is based on the common will of the two, then it is not just a coercive force, but an enhancement method to assist the Servant's actions. In this case, just like the "space transfer" achieved by Kiritsugu's Saber, command spells sometimes subvert the common sense of magic and make miracles close to "magic" possible.
Although the method of use itself does weaken the effect of the command spell, based on the original intention of the servant and the continuous movement of three command spells, Waver's command spell does take effect on the rider - as long as the rider's action is aimed at [victory], he You can get extraordinary enhanced magic power. In short, the current rider is in an unprecedented [excellent state].
"Na archer. Speaking of declarations, we had an agreement at the previous banquet."
"Are you referring to the conclusion that you and I can only meet each other at war?"
¡°Before that, shouldn¡¯t we drink the remaining wine in one gulp?¡±
Rider¡¯s smile was so innocent that it was impossible to imagine that he would face a deadly fight next. I saw him urging the hero to follow the kingly path.
"Although I was disturbed by the incomprehensible hunk at the timebut there is still a little bit left in the bottle. You can't hide it from me."
¡°You are truly worthy of being the king of usurper, caring so closely about other people¡¯s things.¡±
Archer smiled bitterly and took out a complete set of drinking utensils from the [Treasure House] in another world, and poured every drop of the famous liquor from the Gods that was left at the bottom of the bottle into two wine glasses. The two kings raised their glasses to each other solemnly, like boxers clasping their fists.
"King of Babylonia, please allow me to ask one last question to end the banquet."
"It's accurate, just tell me."
Although Iskandar held the wine glass solemnly, his eyes showed a childishness like a naughty child.
"For example, if my [King's Army] is armed with your [King's Treasure], it will definitely become an invincible army. The Western resisters and their like are not even as good as shit."
"Well, so what?"
"I ask again, do you want to form an alliance with me? As long as we join forces, we can fight to the end of the star sea."
The King of Heroes laughed loudly as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"You are really a funny guy. It's been a long time since I laughed so much at a common man's nonsense."
Although he was smiling, his cold murderous intent had not weakened at all. For this golden king, killing intent and pleasure are basically synonymous.
"It's a pity that I don't need a second friend. He has been my only friend throughout the ages. - Moreover, there is no need for two kings in this world."
Although he was rejected by the other party, the Conqueror King did not show the slightest disappointment and just nodded quietly.
"Is it the kingly way to be aloof? Let me challenge your determined way of survival boldly."
"Very good. Just show yourself to your heart's content, King of Conquerors. You are a thief worthy of my personal trial."
The two kings drank the last of the wine, threw away the glasses, and turned around to leave. Neither of them looked back again, and walked straight back to the bridge.
Weber nervously witnessed the last toast between the two, and sighed as he welcomed the return of the king.
"Do you really have a good relationship?"
"That's right. But now we have to face each other. He may be the last person I meet with in my life. How can I not treat him with courtesy?"
¡°¡Don¡¯t say stupid things.¡±
With a low voice, Weber retorted to the half-joking Iskandar.
"How could you die? I don't agree. Don't you remember my command spell?"
"Yes - oh, that's right."
Rider1u smiled bravely, stepped onto Bucephalus, who had been waiting for a long time, and pulled out the sword from his waist.
"Gather, my compatriots! Tonight, our bravery will leave the strongest legend!"
As if responding to the king's call, the hot sand wind blew away the mist from the river and surged onto the bridge.
Gathered from the other side of time and space, once separated from the kingThe thoughts of the elves dreaming of the same dream are gathering and taking shape under the Celtic sword.
The endless sky, the hazy horizon under the heat. Looking around, anyone will be impressed by it.
The hearts of the braves longing for the battlefield traveled through time and space, eroding reality, turning the deserted bridge into a cyclone-raging plain.
Immediately afterwards, a group of heroic spirits began to ride towards the stage of the decisive battle.
"ah¡¡"
For Weber, this was the third time he had witnessed the soaring majesty of the [King's Army]. Although he was no longer surprised, after understanding the meaning of the ultimate treasure that embodies the kingly way of Iskandar, , but he added a bit of awe.
The glittering elite cavalry¡ª¡ª
The master-servant bond formed with the Conquering King once even transcended the isolation between the real world and the underworld. Their battlefield is sublimated into eternity, and there is no need to choose a place of manifestation. As long as the conquering king once again raises the flag of domination, his ministers will follow him to the ends of the earth. That is the glory of being with the King. It is the thrilling joy born from fighting side by side.
"The enemy is the King of Heroes who can't be defeated - I have no complaints as an opponent! Heroes, show your domineering power to the original heroic spirits!"
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!"
Iskandar roared angrily, and the troops present immediately shouted loudly.
Facing this vast army alone, Archer had no fear on his face. He just stood there calmly and upright. The standing posture shining with golden light is like a steep and lonely peak, and the sense of pressure reflects the uniqueness of being a demigod.
"Just come here, Lord of the Overlord. Now I will let you know what the true kingly posture is"
The King of Heroes roared fearlessly, and the heroic troops, led by the heroic horse Bucephalus, rushed forward in a wedge formation.
Rider, who was in the lead, roared, and the cavalry also responded. Even Weber shouted weakly and joined the chorus of roaring waves.
¡°aaaalalalalaie!!¡±
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