Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

In a blink of an eye, the sky was full of yellow sand, and the last second was a modern city of reinforced concrete, and the next second it became a sea of ​​sand scorched by high temperatures.

The scorching sun hangs high, and the howling whirlwind blows, entraining the mist-like fine sand, which suddenly rises to boundless heat, as if it wants to melt everything.

Emiya Kiritsugu showed a look of shock, the rolling sand dunes disappeared into the distance of the horizon, intersecting with the blurred sky, like a dream scene. He couldn't breathe the original PM2.5, which made him inexplicably uncomfortable.

The dry hot wind was blowing, and some yellow sand was blowing on his face, it was all so real, the scorching sun made Emiya Kiritsugu sweat profusely, he had to admit that everything in front of him was not illusory.

The reality of desert erosion subverts and changes the space, just like being in a magical world, but as an excellent magician, Emiya Kiritsugu already has the answer in his heart.

Inherent enchantment!

"How could this be...Rider, you can do this?" Weber opened his mouth wide in surprise, then spit out the gravel in his mouth, and marveled at Rider beside him.

People who don't understand magic can't understand the greatness of the phenomenon in front of them. The magic that replaces reality with illusion is the closest existence to magic, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle.

"Rider, you can actually materialize the scene in your heart, how did you do it, you are clearly not a magician?"

Rider stood standing in the middle of the sand sea, with his arms outstretched, and said in a proud tone: "Of course I can't do it alone. This world can reproduce because it is imprinted on the hearts of each of us."

"Us?" Saber subconsciously blurted out, frowning slightly.

"Yes, this desert is the battlefield where my army once crossed, and it has long been imprinted in the hearts of the warriors who have shared weal and woe with this king." The pride in the corners of Rider's eyes became brighter, he drew out the long sword at his waist and waved his arms, The voice shouted: "Look, this is the King's Peerless Army!"

In response to the king's call, on the sand dunes not far away, the illusory image gradually materialized. Row after row, uniform figures appeared one after another. It was a huge army. Although many people were equipped with different equipment, resulting in a slightly messy military appearance, judging by their strong bodies and fearless spirit, none of them could be seen. Not brave and good at fighting.

With his back to the unparalleled army, Rider rushed to the sky with arrogance: "Even if their bodies are destroyed, their heroic spirits are still summoned. They are the loyal warriors of my king in legend, friends who traveled through time and space to respond to my king's call..."

"They are my treasures, my king's way!"

"It is the strongest Noble Phantasm of Iscanal, the invincible--the king's army!!!"

The EX rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, Rider's trump card for conquering the world, his most proud treasure, under his kingly way, it has transformed into a Noble Phantasm in an extraordinary way.

Many of these soldiers and generals have prominent reputations, Ptolemy, Antigonus, Cassander, Seleucus, Pesson, Lysimachus, Craterus...

They were all warriors who had fought with Rider, or famous generals who had left countless legends. Besides, what attracted the most attention was the handsome man with blond hair beside Rider.

Hephaistion!

Rider's former assistant minister, the two are famous in history for their sincere friendship. According to historical records, the King of Conquerors was never defeated in his life, only lost to the indescribable thing between Hephaistion's thighs.

Cough, it's true, Weber, who is familiar with history, turned a little green.

Gossip less, as the saying goes: If the number of people exceeds 10,000, the IQ will be halved!

No, if there are a thousand people, there is no limit; if there are ten thousand people, it will reach the sky!

Tens of thousands of people are piled up together, and the visual impact is quite strong. It will be dense, with a sense of boundlessness. Just one glance, and only shock and fear are left in the heart.

Leaving the faintly green Weber aside, the others couldn't make any other sounds except admiration. Emiya Kiritsugu shook his head repeatedly. After being shocked, he began to think about Saber's chances of winning against Rider. He is such a pragmatic man.

In fact, Emiya Kiritsugu also has an inherent barrier, his inherent time control is one of them, the maximum number of captures is 1 person, himself. The side effect is that using it too often will put a huge burden on the body, so he didn't compare himself with Rider, the gap is too obvious.

Naturally, Saber was the most shocked. It wasn't because of the might of the king's army that she was afraid, but because this Noble Phantasm shook her proud belief. Rider's Noble Phantasm is the bond between the king and his subjects. It is something she has been looking for in her life as the Knight King, but she never got it in the end.

Duke stood alone at the farthest point, since he appeared in the vast sea of ​​sand, he was placed here.

It can't be said that he is alone, because there are a dozen or so Assassins around him, the assassins who are hiding in the dark and spying. It is very unlucky to be trapped in Rider's inherent barrier. Facing the countless army in front of them, they have lost their courage, and they can't even hold the hand holding the knife tightly.

Duke looked disdainfully, and glanced at Assassin: "A bunch of idiots, you killers, aren't you the best at fighting frontally? Now the terrain is plain, and you have the upper hand in terms of terrain, why should you be afraid?"

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Assassin: Do you have any misunderstandings about our assassins?

After mocking the frightened Assassin, Duke narrowed his eyes and looked at Rider's side. The army in the desert was as unreal as a mirage, but they did exist.

All the figures are real heroic spirits, not false phantoms created by magic. Tens of thousands of auras are strong and weak. What is shocking is the front row, a few figures with outstanding shapes and temperament. The aura they exude is stronger than Rider. It can be concluded that their attribute parameters are higher than Rider.

Although Duke couldn't recognize their real names, he could guess that they were famous people in history. Fortunately, all members of Wang Zhijun could not carry their own treasures, nor did they have the concept of class or skills. Otherwise, just this row of heroic spirits could make Duke drink a pot.

"Berserker over there, is my king's army majestic?" Rider sat astride a tall black war horse, his sonorous voice resounded through the sky, following his call, the soldiers knocked on their shields and shouted together.

"Majestic! Majestic! Majestic—"

The voice went straight to the sky, and at this moment, there was no other voice in the whole world.

Assassins are already fighting against each other, but it's a pity that this is an inherent barrier, and they can't be found even if they want to escape. Duke's eardrums were tingling, and he wanted to raise his hand to pick his ears, but stopped halfway through the movement. This movement was too frivolous, and against Gandalf's upright face, he couldn't discredit him.

"Berserker, how?"

Duke took a breath, and after three breaths of silence, he opened his eyes suddenly: "This old man once fought against the army of millions of half-orcs of the Demon Lord Sauron, swept away the natural disaster of the Lich King's undead, and fought against the hundred thousand gold of the gods alone. Teacher A, you... are simply not enough to look at!"

The magic power erupted, sweeping the wild sand around like a hurricane, and the materialized magic power that soared into the sky pierced the sky like a sharp sword, trying to poke a hole in the blue sky.

The violent magic power spread out like sea water, sinking the surrounding ground several meters deep, everything seemed to be burned, the desert melted and crystallized, and the transpiring heat wave made Duke's figure slightly blurred.

The Assassins rolled and scrambled away, and the slow ones were poured in by the frenzy of magic power, and fell to the sandy ground with a faint smell of meat.

Duke's voice was not loud, but it was transmitted to the audience by the boiling magic power, suppressing the shouts of tens of thousands of troops for a while.

Rider laughed loudly, and turned to look at his army: "My warriors, my best friends, and the most proud subjects of this king, the enemy has made great achievements in slaughtering the gods, so they never put us in their eyes. We what to do?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill——" the soldiers shouted imposingly across the sky, resounding through the entire sea of ​​sand.

"It should be so, no matter what kind of enemy or barrier, as long as it is in front of the King of Conquerors and his friends, there is only one way to be destroyed!" Rider shouted loudly, and turned to look at Duke: "Berserker, anyone who dares to underestimate the strength of the king's army Everyone will be trampled by the iron hooves of this king's army, and you are no exception!"

"My warriors, join me to conquer the enemies ahead!!" Rider ordered without hesitation.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill—"

What responded to him was a deafening shout of killing, and the army stepped forward, marching again with an unparalleled shock.

The black soldiers charged like a tide, the ground was trembling, the air was freezing, and the sky was shaking, but they had only one enemy.

"One person fighting thousands of troops alone, this is the romance of a mage!" Duke smiled brightly, holding a sword in each hand, facing the overwhelming king's army, he lowered his figure and charged forward.

One hundred meters... fifty meters... ten meters... five meters...

Under such circumstances, the two sides met each other heavily as if the waves hit the rocks amidst the wild sand flying.