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"Tsk, tsk, tsk, with this level of battle losses, I don't know what kind of 'accident' the news will make up tomorrow. Is it a gas leak and explosion, or is it a terrorist organization responsible?"

Looking away from the battlefields that were illuminated by white light, Zhao Chen looked around at the surrounding environment affected by the battle.

Well, I have to say that the "Royal Three Families" and the Holy Church, which are responsible for organizing the Holy Grail War, are really rich and can afford such a level of battle losses.

But think about it, after all, it is a place where ancient magic families and many magicians gather, so there will definitely be no shortage of money.

Of course, although the current Tohsaka family is also a part of it, in the future, they may be able to be removed from this category.

Who told the Tohsaka family's magic to be gem magic? It would cost money like water. If the family heads of all generations hadn't had business acumen, I'm afraid this magic would have been lost long ago.

Speaking of which, Tosaka Tokiomi, the scapegoat, seems to have no sense of existence. Could it be that Kotomine Kirei has secretly killed him?

Zhao Chen touched his chin, feeling a little curious.

Getting back to the topic, the golden Noble Phantasm impact and the mighty chariot of the Conquering King Jiefang's True Name erupted with extremely dazzling light in the night, illuminating the surrounding area as if it was even brighter than daytime, almost blinding them.

After the glory faded, the scenes on the battlefield also appeared in the eyes of the spectators.

The asphalt on the road no longer existed, replaced by large areas of scorched black and many deep pits dug into the ground by the Noble Phantasm.

Of course, after such an impact, a burst of very rich smoke and dust is naturally inevitable.

However, according to the basic rule common to many worlds, "where there is smoke, there is no harm." When the smoke and dust dispersed, the King of Conquerors naturally stood there intact.

To say it was intact was a bit too much. At least there were several blood stains on the face and clothes of the Conqueror King, and there were also several large cuts in the cloak behind him.

The chariot he was riding in and the two sacred bulls had disappeared, leaving only a Cypriot sword in his hand.

Obviously, in the collision just now, the mighty chariot that the King of Conqueror had always relied on as his main weapon had been completely destroyed.

"You are truly worthy of being the King of Heroes who controls a huge treasure. Now, I want to plunder your treasure house even more!" After glancing at the various treasures on the ground around him, the Conqueror King couldn't help but admire.

Gilgamesh accepted all the compliments from the King of Conquerors, and then thirty-two Noble Phantasms appeared again behind him: "It was just the first round, can you still take the second blow now?"

The blades of the Noble Phantasms glowing with a deadly cold light were all aimed at the standing Conqueror King, as if they could take his life in the next moment.

Facing Gilgamesh's question, the Conqueror King showed a strong smile. Beside him, a whirlwind like the one on the day of the banquet gradually blew up, and an extremely powerful war horse was also delivered.

Getting on his horse, the Conqueror waved the dagger in his hand and shouted loudly: "Assemble, my compatriots! Tonight, our bravery will leave the strongest legend!"

The whirlwind around the body instantly turned into the wind of hot sand, as if responding to the king's call, instantly blowing away the mist on the river and rushing onto the bridge.

Based on the small area where the Conqueror King stood, the dilapidated asphalt road was gradually replaced by desert.

The thoughts of the heroic spirits who gathered from the other side of time and space and shared the same dream with the king are gathering and taking shape under the sword of Cyprus.

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 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.

On the other side, Gilgamesh, who was pulled into the inherent barrier, showed no fear on his face when facing this vast army, and even reached out to brush away a few grains of sand that blew onto his shoulders.

This calm and dignified demeanor of standing on the spot can't help but give people the illusion that what he is facing is not an invincible army, but a ball of air.

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 here, Lord of Overlords. Now I will let you know what it means to be a true king." Gilgamesh looked at the army composed of heroic spirits and roared fearlessly.

Opposite him, the heroic troops, led by the conquering king and his beloved horse, the heroic horse Bucephalus, charged forward in a wedge formation.

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

“AAAALaLaLaLaie!!”

Looking at the battle scene in the field, Zhao Chen glanced at Mordred who seemed to be caught in the memory killing, and reminded him: "Please pay attention to the King of Heroes later, his Noble Phantasm is not useful to you. Not easy to deal with!"

"I know that being able to come with the job of [Archer] is enough to show that the opponent has a powerful treasure that can determine the victory!" Mordred nodded, turning his attention away from the Conqueror King's troops and focusing on the gold. On the shining body.

I saw a burst of flying sand and rocks, and the "King's Army" rushed over with earth-shattering momentum.

Although the enemy is at hand, the Hero King Gilgamesh shows no fear.

The bright red eyes looking directly at this spectacular scene were full of joy. This is an extraordinary feeling that only a king who has enjoyed all the glory in the world can understand.

In fact, Jin Shining is in a great mood now, or in other words, he is full of joy.

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.

That [Rider] no, that Conqueror King's challenge is worthy of his all-out effort.

At this moment, Gilgamesh's expression suddenly froze, as if he had encountered something that shocked him.

The next moment, Jin Shining looked up to the sky angrily and roared: "You bastard, you are trying to interfere in the supreme battle between kings, Tokiomi Tosaka, you really want to die!"

In Tosaka House, the famous scapegoat Tosaka Tokiomi, who has been offline all the time, and whose name was even mentioned by others, is trying to recall Gilgamesh through the command spell.