A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 1200 Domineering

The horse walked leisurely through the sleeping streets and jumped to the river bank shrouded in 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 in affirmation.

Even though the majestic figure was on a bridge that was as bright as day, it seemed to be mocking the artificial lights as fake, with a golden light all over its body, shining brightly. Although they were hundreds of meters away, the harshness and coldness in those crimson eyes still made Weber's whole body tremble, making him unable to move.

Servant, Archer, Hero King Gilgamesh——

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, kid?"

Rider noticed Waver's trembling and asked softly. The boy didn't bluff and nodded honestly.

"Well, scared. Or is this what you call 'jumping for joy'?"

The Conqueror smiled proudly upon hearing the tense reply.

"That's right. The stronger the enemy, the more intense the desire to drink the wine of victory becomes. Hum, you have become smarter too."

Bucephalus carried Rider, who was roaring loudly, to the bridge in an upright manner.

The fourth and undoubtedly last encounter. The original King of Heroes and the legendary King of Conquerors. For two people who both want to own the four-lane highway, 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. Rider touched the horse's mane to encourage him.

"Boy, wait here first."

"--Why?"

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 just 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 so proud of?"

Archer asked nervously.

"Ah, that's right. Well, letting that guy Saber snatch it away makes me really angry."

Rider shrugged calmly. Archer narrowed his blood-colored 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, twisted his lips with an extremely bold and ferocious smile, and said.

"My equipment has indeed been consumed. But don't underestimate me, King of Heroes. Tonight's Iskandar is beyond perfection 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, wanting to chop him into pieces.

"——I see. The aura of king that fills your whole 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. The three consumption command spells that Weber thought were "wasted" were unexpectedly effective.

The forced activation effect of the command spell will gradually weaken as its content becomes more general. At this point, Weber's order just now had no specificity at all. From the point of view of its purpose, it was like a waste of three command spells. On the other hand, if the Command Spell is not used to distort the Servant's will, but is activated based on the common will of the two, 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 Servant's original intention and the continuous activation of three Command Spells, Waver's Command Spell does take effect on Rider - as long as Rider's actions are aimed at "victory", he will You can get extraordinary enhanced magic power. In short, Rider is now in "excellent shape" as never before.

"Hey 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 fight to the death next. I saw him urging the hero to follow the kingly path.

"Although the situation was disrupted by an incomprehensible bastard... 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 usurpation, 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.

"O King of Babylonia, please allow me to ask one last question to end the banquet."

"Zhunzhuo, tell me."

Although Iskandar held the wine glass solemnly, his eyes showed a childlike innocence.

"For example, if my 'King's Army' is armed with your 'King's Treasure', it will definitely become an invincible army. The Western President and his like are not even as good as shit."

"Um, so what?"

"I ask again, do you want to form an alliance with me? As long as we join forces, we can definitely 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're such a funny guy. It's been a long time since I laughed so hard 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. I have only had one friend throughout the ages. - And 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 this the way to be aloof and aloof? Let me challenge your determined way of survival boldly."

"Very well. Show yourself to your fullest, King of Conquerors. You are a thief worthy of my personal judgment."

The two kings drank the last of the wine, threw away the glasses, and turned around to leave. Neither of them looked back, 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.

"Are you really on good terms with each other?"

"That's right. But now we have to face each other. He may be the last person I will ever cross my eyes with in this life. How can I not treat him with courtesy?"

"...Don't say stupid things."

With a low voice, Weber retorted to Iskandar who was half-joking.

"How could you die? I don't agree. Don't you remember my command spell?"

"Yeah - oh, that's right."

Rider smiled fiercely, climbed 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 up to the bridge.

Gathered from the other side of time and space, the thoughts of the heroic spirits who once shared the same dream with the king 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 mental images of the brave men longing for the battlefield traveled through time and space, eroded reality, and turned 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 second time he 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——the master-servant bond once forged with the conquering king 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 cannot 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, there was no fear on Archer's 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.

"Come now, Lord of the Overlords. Now I'll let you know what it means to be a true king..."

The King of Heroes roared fearlessly, and the heroic troops, led by the heroic horse Busephalus, rushed forward in a wedge formation.

Rider, who was leading the way, roared, and the cavalry also responded. Even Weber shouted weakly and joined the chorus of roaring waves.

“AAAALaLaLaLaie!!”

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Saber was currently wandering around the east end of the new capital without a clue in search of Irisviel. Of course she also noticed the smoke coming from Fuyuki Civic Hall.

Although she didn't understand the meaning of the signal, there was no doubt that it was related to the Holy Grail War. Saber, who was in a hurry and sought medical treatment, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and immediately drove towards the place where the smoke was ignited.

Saber, who could reach her destination without crossing the Miton River, arrived at the Fuyuki Civic Center first without being attacked by Archer who was guarding the bridge.

Saber drove the V-MAX in the silent night, roaring the V-shaped four-cylinder engine into the front yard whose walls were still brand new.

There was no enemy in sight, nor could she sense the murderous intent lurking in the darkness. In that case—was the enemy lurking in the building?

Saber stared at the dark outer wall of the Civic Hall for a moment, then drove the V-MAX to the guide lane for guests. She followed the inclined road that extended under the building and entered the underground parking lot.

In the basement where the moonlight could not reach, the white light of the headlights cut through the darkness and projected onto the cold concrete wall. The wide parking lot designed to accommodate more than a hundred vehicles had not yet been opened for use. Only a few vehicles from the construction company were parked there, and the remaining empty space was filled with dusty air.

The rough roar of the V-MAX's engine was instantly swallowed up by the strange silence like an underground cemetery. Saber glanced around vigilantly. All around was dense darkness, and the shadows of pillars stood everywhere... It was a perfect place for the enemy to hide. More importantly, her intuition sensed the murderous aura that was almost saturated in the air.

"A..."

A groan came from the floor, sounding like the groan of the dead in the dark underground.

Saber, who had been targeted more than once, could not have misheard this voice——

"URRRRRRRR!!"

She immediately responded to the explosion that followed the roar.

Saber turned over and retreated quickly. The V-MAX body that was left at her previous position was surrounded by the rain of fire. In just a moment, the steel knight turned into a pile of shapeless wreckage. The smell of burning gunpowder entered Saber's nose.

"This weapon is——"

Saber had an impression of it. It was the rain of fire that turned Lancer's Master and others who were cruelly calculated by Emiya Kiritsugu into miserable corpses. It became the mainstream mechanized shooting weapon in this modern world.

The red lotus flame bloomed again in the depths of darkness. Under the reflection of the fire from the muzzle, the black shadow of Berserker stretched into a strange shape and bared its fangs and claws on the wall of the basement. Saber jumped up without hesitation and rushed out in the midst of the flying lead bullets. The stray bullets with unimaginable destructive power tore large holes in the concrete floor and walls. The power was obviously not comparable to the weapon used by Maiya. Saber realized that even if she, as a Servant, was hit, she would be fatally injured, and she gritted her teeth in anger.

Of course, she couldn't know how Berserker obtained the submachine gun. The black crazy knight held a modern firearm prepared by Kotomine Kirei with the authority of the supervisor in each hand, and operated it flexibly as if it were an extension of his arm. The gun body and magazine of the modern firearm were drenched in hateful magic power, turning into a ferocious demon magic weapon that could even threaten Saber.

"■■■■■■!"

The two machine guns were no less fierce than the black knight's roar, and they attacked Saber with a scorching scream. Although the supersonic bullets did not surpass Saber's sword speed, the firing rate of more than 20 rounds per second made people only able to parry.

Regardless of their origin and era, Berserker can add the attributes of a Noble Phantasm to all weapons in his hands. Once upgraded to the category of a Noble Phantasm, the gap between "sword" and "gun" will force Saber into an overwhelming disadvantage.

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