I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Weber rode Buciferas, screaming, and rushed into the fighting army formation. The sharp sword in his hand stabbed towards the chest of the king he loved and yearned for the most.

Iskandar held his sharp sword high, but seeing Weber who was stabbing towards him crying, he had a gratified smile on his face, and slowly put down the sword.

"crack"

He smiled and was pierced through the chest by Weber.

The world stopped at this moment.

The fighting is all over.

The world called [King's Army] disappeared.

Waver and Iskandar stood on the deserted Fuyuki Bridge.

Iskandar's smiling profile and Waver's weeping face were illuminated by the flames from the explosion of the Templar Church in the distance.

"Tick tock, tick tock"

Black mud mixed with blood flowed from Iskandar's chest, along the sharp edge of the sword to the tip of the sword, and finally dripped on the ground.

"Your ambition to go to extremes, this king has heard." Iskandar laughed and said, "You have grown up well, you have grown up well, you are my Master!"

Iskandar's broad palm patted Waver's shoulder mercilessly.

That heavy, painful one made him hate it. However, now Weber's heart is even more sour, and tears flow down his nose little by little.

"Okay, it's time for the king to go." Iskandar pulled out the sword from his chest and walked forward.

"I almost forgot one thing." After thinking for a while, he patted his head, turned his head, and looked at Weber: "You——, Weber Velvet, are you willing to be my king's servant?"

"Yes, I...I will be your servant. Thank you...thank you...for taking me...let me...see the other side of that dream...!" Weber burst into tears.

"Ah... is that so? Then you were ordered by this king to live well and live wonderfully. Then——, sing praises of this king's ambition, this king's greed, and this magnificent world to other people." People! Don't let Iskandar's empire perish in this era!" Iskandar said.

"I will...I will..." Webber said.

"Then——, this king is going to war." Iskandar waved his cloak, turned and left, and disappeared like a phantom.

The tear-stained eyes were filled with the last figure of the king. Wei Bo rushed up, stretched out his hands to grab, and fished, but in the end, it was snow-like spirits that splashed on his face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Shouting repressedly, tears poured down like rain, his hands kept patting the ground, even if there was blood, he still didn't know it.

Tears mixed with snot, falling drop by drop from the tip of the nose.

Parting finally came.

But is this fact cruel? No, never.

He has overcome the difficulty alone, the difficulty named Weber Velvet, the greatest king in the world has recognized him, promoted him, and listed him as one of his subjects.

The king's commendation has also been obtained, as long as he spends the rest of his life to obtain meritorious service commensurate with the commendation.

Yes. As long as he has that sentence, he is no longer alone.

The moment he realized this, Waver's days as a boy were over.

Then he knew for the first time that tears can sometimes burst out of his eyes without humiliation and regret.

At this moment, on the empty bridge, Weber Velvet looked down at the pitch-black river, letting tears wet his cheeks.

It was hot and cool, a man's tears.

so cold. He says.

But this cloak is so warm. he said again.

...

The man woke up from his dream.

What he saw was still the endless desert, surrounded by soldiers and generals who loved him.

The man smiled, drew his long sword, and shouted loudly: "Let's march—!"

...

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ps: After another chapter, the manuscript will be saved. The Fourth World War will probably end tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Chapter 79 The only communication we have is language [Seventeenth]

With a sound of "shua", the liberated black holy sword swung into the air.

With eight consecutive "cracking" sounds, the ultimate black beam of light cut off all eight black mud hands.

There were eight clicks, and the hands and giant sword fell to the ground, making a vibrating sound.

Shirou frowned, and instantly [projected] a hundred and twenty-eight sharp swords, shooting towards Artoria like rain.

Arturia swung her sword, and a storm of strong black magic power was bred on her sword.

——[Humble King's Hammer]!

However, before the magic storm was released, Shirou shook hands violently.

——【Fantasy Collapse】!

"Boom, boom, boom—!"

One hundred and twenty-eight sharp swords exploded before the [Wind King Hammer] exploded. A series of explosions, as dense as a hornet's nest.

However, Artoria came out unharmed.

The fire in Shirou's eyes flickered slightly. With the high position [anti-magic power] bestowed by Saber's job agency, and the magic power enhanced by the black mud, Artoria's defense power is somewhat amazing.

and--

The jet-black holy sword shimmered, and in an instant, it formed an extreme black light. Artoria held it high and waved it to Shirou: "Excalibur Morgan!"

Shirou's mind moved, and the evil mud behind him slammed on the ground. With the strong reaction force, Shirou flew directly into the sky and avoided the blow.

The evil mud turned into wings and fluttered, Shirou stayed in the sky, looking at the ultimate black light that slowly disappeared.