I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Raising up the rolling yellow sand, the thousands of troops and horses of the "King's Army" shook the earth and charged towards them.

Although he already knew that Rider's trump card was an Ex-class Noble Phantasm, Tokiomi Tohsaka couldn't help but tremble at the thrilling scene before his eyes. Elegance and calmness had long been forgotten by him.

On the contrary, the hero king Gilgamesh, who stood in front of Tokiomi, remained unmoved at all.

Staring at the majestic military situation, there was only bloody joy in those bright red eyes. Only a king who has enjoyed all the pleasures in the world can understand this abnormal feeling.

In fact, Archer was indeed happy.

I was summoned to this time and space, but I just repeated this farce called war every day. Already bored, he finally met the "rival" he recognized.

The challenge from Rider is worthy of his all-out effort.

"Dreams are lofty and you aspire to dominate. I applaud your ambition. But warriors, do you understand that the so-called dream will eventually wake up."

Archer used the key sword in his hand to open the treasure house in the void, but he did not unfold the "King's Treasure" and only took out a sword.

"Because of this, your way forward must be blocked by this king, the conquering king."

——Can this weapon really be called a "sword"?

It's just too weird. It has a hilt and a hilt, and is similar in length to an ordinary long sword. But the most critical part of the sword is far from a sword in the traditional sense. It was a cylinder with three connected sections, and the tip of the sword was twisted into a spiral shape, not sharp at all. The three cylinders are like wheels, rotating slowly and alternately.

That's right, it can no longer be called a "sword". A weapon that was born long before the concept of 'sword' appeared in the world, naturally cannot take the shape of a sword. It was made by God before he created man, and it was the manifestation of divinity that witnessed the creation of the world.

The three cylinders, which resemble wheels, coordinate with the movement of the celestial sphere, each rotating with weight and energy equivalent to the movement of the earth's crust. The huge amount of magic power that surged out has already exceeded the range that can be calculated.

"Come, you should know the ending of your endless dreams. I will personally show you the truth of the world."

In Archer's raised hand, the original sword slowly sped up. One turn is faster than the other, one turn is faster than the other...

Witnessing all this, Rider, who instinctively felt the danger approaching, pulled the reins and accelerated Bucephalas' speed.

Rider sensed that the threat of that weapon was not trivial, so he patted his horse to speed up Bucephalas.

"coming soon."

It doesn't matter if the initiative is given to Archer, but he is only allowed to release one blow. Before he can take subsequent actions, the "King's Army" will step over the lonely golden figure.

In this way, the key lies in how to withstand the first blow. Archer stands out from the crowd with his endless Noble Phantasm, which must be the ultimate weapon that he thinks is enough to win.

Is that an anti-army treasure?

Or an anti-city treasure?

Or maybe it's a sniper-type anti-personnel weapon. Does the opponent plan to capture the thief first and capture the king first, and kill the charging Rider in one fell swoop...

The hurricane made a loud roar, and a large amount of magic power burst out from Archer's Noble Phantasm.

"Wake up, 'EA'. The stage suitable for you has been prepared!"

EA - In Mesopotamian mythology, the god of earth and water is divided into "heaven" and "middle".

This "deviated sword" called EA is the original sword that witnessed the creation of heaven and earth in the mythical era. The mission of the Prime Blade is to separate the chaotic and unknown heaven and earth, so that each of the heaven and earth has a definite shape.

Now, the proudly whirling Divine Sword whips up gusts of strong wind, and is preparing to repeat the miracle of creation. The golden hero king declared proudly.

“Look carefully – this is ‘EnumaElish’!”

The sky is screaming and the earth is roaring.

The expanding magic beam surged out, shaking the laws of the universe.

Archer swung his sword down, not aiming at anyone at all.

There is no need to target anyone anymore. What the blade of the deviant sword cuts apart is by no means limited to any "enemies".

In front of Rider, who was galloping on his horse, the earth cracked open, revealing a bottomless abyss.

"Well!?"

Rider immediately sensed the danger at his feet, but the momentum of the galloping Bucephalus was too strong and no one could stop it.

"babble--"

Seeing that he could not avoid the fate of falling into the bottomless abyss, Weber tried his best to hold back the wails in his mouth. Although the critical moment of life and death is right in front of him, neither the horses nor the knights carrying him will flinch from this level of crisis.

"Drink!"

In response to the reins in Rider's hand, the horse kicked with its strong hind legs and flew high into the air.

This jump and flight is simply blood-freezing. When this moment that Weber thought would never end ended, Bucephalas had already set foot on the land on the other side of the cliff again.

But Weber had no time to take a breath, and the tragedy of the subsequent equestrian team made his face change drastically.

The legions of the Guards, whose feet were not as strong as Bucephalas's, were unable to cross the cracks in the earth, and fell straight into the bottomless abyss like an avalanche. Although the cavalry further behind stopped their horses in time and avoided the fate of falling, this was only the beginning of the tragedy.

"Boy, hurry up!"

Rider shouted, hugging Weber and holding the horse's mane tightly.

Just as the horse sensed the crisis and quickly retreated to a safe area, the cracks in the ground continued to expand, swallowing up the surrounding land and the cavalry one by one.

No—it’s not just the earth. The crack extended from the horizon to the empty mid-air, distorting the space and sucking away a large amount of air. Everything around it was swept into the end of nothingness with a reversal of wind.

"This, this is..."

Even the Conqueror King was shocked and speechless by this scene.

The sword of deviation in the hand of the King of Heroes cuts not only the earth, but the entire world including the sky. Its attack can no longer be described in terms of whether it hits or not, and how powerful it is. Soldiers, horses, sand, sky - everything that relied on the severed space was drawn into the whirlpool leading to nothingness and disappeared.

While Bucephalas was trying his best to stand firm and resist the vacuum pressure, the hot sand earth transformed by the "King's Army" was also cracking and shattering, flowing into the abyss of nothingness like sand that was about to run out.

Before this sword was swung, the three thousand worlds were nothing but meaningless chaos.

After this sword is waved, new laws will separate the sky, the earth and the ocean.

The torrent released by the creation of heaven and earth has long gone beyond the scope of the anti-city Noble Phantasm. Everything visible and invisible fell apart under this unparalleled power. This is the true face of the ‘Anti-realm Noble Phantasm’ that makes the King of Heroes a transcendent.

The sky collapsed and the earth shattered. In the darkness where everything gradually faded into nothingness, only Archer's deviant sword shone brightly. That ray of light seemed like the first star that illuminated the new world, drawing a shining end to the destruction.

Neither Rider nor Webb could see everything. The inherent barrier they were in was originally maintained by the magic power of all summoned heroic spirits. Before the world completely disappeared, the barrier was broken when half of the military power was lost, and the distorted laws of the world returned to their original appearance.

Afterwards, as if waking up from a dream, the Bucephalas they were riding in landed on the asphalt road at night.

At the end of the road, the golden heroic spirit stood tall and proud with a proud smile. The positions of the two people have not changed, and the time of this battle seems to have been pulled back to the beginning.

The only change that could be seen with the eyes was the deviant sword in Archer's hand that was still spinning and growling.

There is also an invisible and fatal change - Rider's ultimate treasure "The King's Army" has disappeared.

"If I win, no one can stop me from winning."

Tokiomi Tosaka couldn't contain his excitement after witnessing the power of the deviant sword god.

Opposite him, Weber looked pale and looked up at his servant.

"Rider..."

The tall conquering king asked seriously.

"So, there is one important thing I haven't asked you yet."

"……Eh?"

"Webber Velvet, are you willing to serve me as my servant?"

The passionate emotion made Wei Webber's whole body tremble, and his tears poured down like a flood from a dam.

This was a question he knew was impossible, but he had always longed to ask.

There was no need to hesitate, because the answer had already been prepared, hidden deep in his heart like a priceless treasure.

"Only you are-"

The boy who was called by his first name for the first time ignored the tears on his cheeks, puffed out his chest and answered unwaveringly.

"You are my king. I swear to serve you and die for you. Please guide me forward and let me see the same dream as you."

Hearing the other party swearing like this, the domineering king smiled slightly. This smile is the ultimate praise and reward for my subordinates.

"Well, okay then."

Just when Webber was about to fly into the sky in excitement, his body really floated into the air.

"……Huh?"

The king lifted the boy's short body from Bucephalas' back and gently placed it on the asphalt. After losing the support of the horse's back and returning his vision to its original height, Weber was confused by the lowness and insignificance he felt again.

"Revealing the dream is your duty as a king. And witnessing the end of the dream and passing it on to future generations forever is your duty as a minister."

On the saddle that seemed so high and unreachable, the Conqueror smiled heartily and gave the order resolutely.

"Stay alive, Webb. Witness all this, and then live to tell the world about your king's way of survival and the heroic galloping appearance of my king, Iskandar."

Bucephalas kicked his iron hooves and made a neighing sound like encouragement. Is the target the king who is about to die, or the minister who has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders?

Weber lowered his head and never raised it again. Iskandar took this gesture as approval.

No words are needed. From now on until the end of time, the king's figure will always guide his subjects, and his subjects will always be loyal to this memory. Before the oath, even parting has lost its meaning. Because under Iskandar's command, the bond between the king and his subjects transcends time and space and is eternal.

"Okay, let's go to war, Bucephalas!"

The Conqueror King kicked his mount in the flank and started the final gallop. He let out a majestic roar and charged towards the enemy waiting for him.

He is a strategist and naturally knows that the outcome has already been decided. However, "that" and "this" are completely different things. The Conqueror King Iskandar had no other choice but to charge towards the golden heroic spirit, and he could not think of any other way.

There was no giving up or despair in his heart, just excitement that almost jumped out of his chest.

It's really amazing. This guy is so awesome. This hero can even cut through the world itself and is definitely the strongest enemy in the world.

Then this man is his last enemy.

That is the last difficulty in this world. Taller than the Hindu Kush and hotter than the Makran Desert.

In this case, what reason does the Conqueror have for not challenging it? As long as we break through this final hurdle, the end of the world lies ahead. My unattainable dream is waiting to be realized before my eyes.

"There is glory beyond that" - it is precisely because it is so far away that it has the value of challenge.

He praises his domineering power and shows his domineering power for the sake of his courtiers who are watching his back.

Standing in front of the Conqueror King, the Hero King calmly stared at the challenger while freeing the treasure trove's collection.

Twenty, forty, eighty—countless shining Noble Phantasms spread out in the sky like stars.

The light of the Noble Phantasm reminded the Conqueror of the starry sky he once looked up at in the east long ago.

“AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!”

The conquering king trembled with joy, roared loudly, and galloped forward together with his beloved horse.

The rain of stars rushed toward him with a heavy whistling sound. The whole body was ravaged mercilessly by waves of shocks without interruption, but compared with the pleasure of running, this level of pain was nothing at all.

There was a period when he retreated, saying that there was no need to pursue the "end" at all - it was stupid, what a gaffe.

The 'end' he dreamed of was standing in front of him. After crossing so many hills and crossing so many rivers, the end point is now in sight.

He must transcend the past.

Step over the enemy in front of you.

One step, then one step forward. He kept repeating the same action. No matter how far away the figure is, as long as the steps are accumulated little by little, the sword tip can be delivered to that person.

The starlight rumbled down, and the attack was so powerful. Facing the fierce power that even his consciousness was about to recede, the Conqueror King's body suddenly tilted.

When he realized it, he was moving forward on his own feet. Wherever the beloved horse Bucephalas went, there he fell. Although he really wanted to stop and pay homage to his close friend who had completed his final mission, it was precisely because of this that he couldn't stop. Every step forward now is the best memorial to the deceased.

The old enemy of gold said something with a helpless expression as if he knew everything. But he couldn't hear it, not even the roar of the storm that passed past his ears.

He only heard waves of waves in his ears.

The coast at the far end was empty, with waves crashing back and forth.

This is the sound of the waves of the final sea.

Ah, that’s it. With a heart filled with joy, he finally understood.

Why didn't I realize it before? The throbbing in my chest was the waves of the endless sea.

"Haha...ahhahahaha!"

He dreamed that he was running along the shoreline. The feeling of breaking away from the sea water with your toes is really refreshing. The liquid that stained his feet bright red might be the blood flowing from his own belly. But so what, now he is dreaming of this ocean. Is there any happiness better than this in the world?

The King of Heroes waiting for him is right in front of him. After taking one step - just one more step forward and the sword raised above his head can split the guy's head.

"Drink ah ah ah!!"

Accompanied by the sound of shouts that rushed straight to the edge, the sword of Cypruit swung down.

That ultimate moment of certainty of victory, the moment that should have passed by in a blink of an eye, was somehow stretched out as long as eternity, as if even the passage of time had stopped——

No, it actually stopped. It's just that it's not time that stops, but himself.

Just when the sword he swung was about to hit the opponent, strong chains bound the sword body, limbs, shoulders and waist.

The Lock of Heaven - a secret treasure among the secret treasures of the King of Heroes, a chain that even the Bull of Heaven cannot break free from. .

“I can’t stand it, you guy keeps making amazing things one after another.”

No regrets, no confusion. Just because of a trivial matter, a self-deprecation that was accidentally frustrated caused a bitter smile to appear at the corner of his blood-stained mouth.

The Sword of Cypruit did not cut the enemy, but only the fact that Gilgamesh's deviant sword penetrated Iskandar's chest, and the feeling of the sword turning around in his heart.

What a strange sword--the Conqueror King said as if it was his friend who didn't care about himself.

"Are you awake from your dream? King of Conquerors."

"...Ah, um, yes..."

This time, it failed again. The unfinished dream sadly ended like this. But if you think about it carefully, this should be a dream worth risking your whole life for. It is only a once-in-a-lifetime dream.

The dream he had in Asia Minor a long time ago - he saw the same dream again in this far eastern land.

Thinking of all the wonderful changes, Iskandar smiled.

If you have the same dream twice, it is not unusual to have a third time.

That is to say——

The next dream is almost about to begin.

"This expedition also... made my heart surge..."

Iskandar narrowed his eyes, which were getting blurry in the blood mist, and hummed with satisfaction.

Looking at the satisfied expression, Gilgamesh nodded solemnly.

"You can challenge me as many times as you want, King of Conquerors."

For this powerful enemy who was pierced by the rain of Noble Phantasms all over his body but still relied on the Heavenly Locks to block his way forward, the King of Heroes gave him the highest praise - praise from the heart.

"Until the end of time and space, this world is my king's garden. So I promise you that it will never make you bored."

"Ah...that's really...nice..."

Finally, Rider complied calmly and disappeared quietly.

Looking at the time alone, this was a very short battle. The heroic spirits of the cavalry quickly rushed to the end of the road, and the attack and defense ended in just a few seconds.

But for Weber, who had all this imprinted on his eyes, this heavy and long time was comparable to his entire life.

He will never forget this memory, even if he is deceiving himself, he will never forget it. What he had seen in those few seconds had become a part of his soul and could no longer be separated from him.

Waver just stood motionless where Rider left him. Although he knew he had to move, he felt that if he moved even slightly, his feet would lose strength and fall to his knees.

But he couldn't bend his knees at this time. This was the only thing he would never allow.

The golden Archer stared at Weber with cruel blood-colored eyes and slowly walked over.

He must not look away. Even if his whole body was frozen with fear, Weber only knew that he must not look away. If he looked away now, his life would be lost.

Archer stood in front of the boy who was trembling but looking at him firmly, and asked in a voice without any emotion.

"Boy, are you Rider's master?"

I thought it was impossible for my throat, which was gripped by fear, to make a sound, but when I was asked about my relationship with him, the stiff restraint was instantly released. Weber shook his head and replied in a hoarse voice.

"No, I am his servant."

"Um?"

Archer narrowed his eyes and looked at Weber carefully from head to toe, and then realized that there was no command spell coming from him.

"That's right. But boy, if you are a true loyal minister, you should be obliged to avenge the king, right?"

Regarding the second question, Weber also answered again with a calm and incredulous mood.

"If I challenge you, I will die."

"Of course."

"I couldn't do that, I was ordered to live."

That's right - absolutely no death. As long as Wang's last words are still echoing in his heart, Weber will do everything he can to get out of this desperate predicament. Even if the enemy's servant is right in front of him, he has no way to defend himself, and the situation is so desperate that everything is over - he will never give up, and he will never trample on the oath he made at that time.

Perhaps this is a more cruel torture than accepting death calmly.

Facing the inevitable death, the young man could only helplessly tremble, but his eyes still spoke of his indomitable will.

Gilgamesh silently looked down at his weak body and nodded slightly.

"Loyalty is the most important thing. Never forget this belief. Let's go, Tokiomi."

"But, the king——"

Tokiomi Tosaka wanted to say something, but Archer interrupted him unhappily.

"He no longer has a Command Seal. He is not a master or a traitor. He is just a bastard. There is no need to take action. This is my king's decision."

Weber watched without saying a word as the golden heroic spirit and his master turned and left until they completely disappeared from sight.

The night wind passed by, completely blowing away the air from the battlefield, and the young man realized that he was the only one left under the night sky.

Only then did he know it was over.

The miracle of saving his life made his knees start to shake again.

Until the second before Archer changed his mind, the killing intent that emanated like breathing silently told Webb that Archer did intend to kill him. In fact, if Weber's eyes had moved a little, his feet had fallen to the ground, or he had hesitated a little while answering, he would have been a corpse now.

Although he only saved a small life, this was also an affirmation of him by the King of Heroes. Dare to face fear and save a life. This is a battle and a victory in itself. This was Webber Velvet's first win on his own.

It’s a small and ugly battle that has nothing to do with heroics or pageantry. Weber didn't defeat anyone, and he didn't get any treasure. He survived the situation and that was it.

Even so, Weber was happy and proud. Only Weber knew how rare and valuable it was to achieve an impossible outcome under the circumstances at that time. This sense of honor only exists in his heart. No matter how rude he may seem to others, he will not be ashamed of it.

He obeyed the king's command. Witnessed it all and survived it all.

I really hope he praises himself, whether it's his thick hands or his rough voice. There is no need to hide your feelings this time. This time Weber can definitely hold his chest high and show off his achievements like that man.

But - in the quiet night, Weber was alone, with no one around him. Just like a few days ago, Weber was once again thrown into a corner of this ruthless and indifferent world.

No one knew that he alone won a battle that belonged only to him, and no one praised his victory.

But is it a cruel blow? --the answer is negative.

He had received a lot of compliments just now. The greatest king in the world recognized him, promoted him, and listed him as one of his subordinates.

It's just a matter of reversing the order of things.

He has already received awards in the distant future, and he only needs to spend the rest of his life to achieve merit commensurate with the awards.

That's right. As long as he had those words at that time, he would no longer be lonely.

The moment he realized this, Weber's teenage years were over.

For the first time, he learned that tears sometimes flowed for reasons that had nothing to do with regret or humiliation.

At this moment, Weber Velvet collapsed on the ground, letting tears flow freely.

Those are the tears of a man.

PS: The title is that Yuki Kajiura created an exclusive BGM for the King of Conquerors. Listening to this BGM, I wish the emperor a good journey.

PS2: In the world line where the King of Conqueror survived, he did fight to the end of the stars and became the overlord of the star sea.

PS3: Emperor, please wait in the Holy Grail for a while, and Jin Shining will be sent in to accompany you within three days.