Type Moon: Social Death Nickname, Starting Lady Crane

In such a strange scene, a horse was galloping recklessly on the road, and Waver was riding on the ups and downs of the horse's back towards his death.

The King of Conquerors' broad, solid chest was so close behind him that Waver could even feel the beating of his heart.

If Weber could see tomorrow's sun, he would probably never forget this nerve-wracking and deep feeling of excitement.

There are occasions in this world that are called real moments, that is, the naked soul is liberated from all deception and hypocrisy, and appreciates the bright world around him, which shakes his heart.

This was the feeling Waver was experiencing. In this moment, though without definitive answers, he could accept all the mysteries and contradictions of the world; in this moment, though without words to explain, he could clearly sense the meaning of life and the value of death. It was a moment of immense happiness, free from the confusion and chaos that caused life's suffering.

The horse easily passed through the sleeping city and leaped onto the bank of the dark river. The bridge they were heading for was illuminated by the pale light of the mercury lamps, and it was still clearly visible even in the silent night.

"Rider, that's..."

The King of Conquerors nodded in response to Waver's instruction.

Even standing on a bridge bathed in white light, the man's imposing features still shone with a golden glow, as if mocking the light created by humans as a mere counterfeit. Even at a distance of hundreds of meters, those ruthless, cold crimson eyes still made Waver shudder and freeze.

Servant Archer, Hero King Gilgamesh

Waver was not completely unprepared, he had long known that he would inevitably have to fight Archer. But once he actually saw the other party, the sense of oppression broke through all the barriers that protected his mind and directly shook his soul.

"Are you scared, kid?"

Rider noticed Waver trembling and whispered to him. The boy didn't try to be polite, but nodded honestly in response.

"Yes, I'm scared. Or is this feeling, in your way of describing it, what you call excitement?"

Weber's nervous answer made the King of Conquerors smile.

"That's right. The stronger the enemy, the happier it is to think of the taste of victory wine. Hehe, you are getting more and more clear about it."

Rider spoke bravely, without fear. Bucephalus walked steadily, leading the two to the bridgehead.

This was the fourth, and presumably the last, meeting between the two parties.

The primordial Hero King and the legendary King of Conquerors both openly occupied the spacious four-lane road. For them, the only obstacle ahead was each other. There was only one path on the bridge, no escape, no retreat. In the kings' quest for supremacy, this was the inevitable battlefield of fate.

At this moment, looking at this scene in the picture.

Countless magicians and heroic spirits felt their blood surge!!!

The battle is about to begin!!!

These two, a battle between kings!!!

A head-on conflict of kingly principles.

Even as spectators, facing the upcoming battle, they couldn't help but hold their breath.

I’m afraid of missing a scene in the next battle.

Moredre: I haven't met any other kings yet. Today, I finally see the difference between them and my father!

Lancelot: Every king's way of kingship is different, just like our way of chivalry, which is not always exactly the same. Now that the ways of kingship collide, I can't help but raise my sword high!!!

[Emiya Shirou: Although this battle has nothing to do with justice, it will surely be exciting. I can no longer contain my curiosity.]

[Altria: I was fighting Berserker-class Lancelot at the time and completely missed this battle. It's great to be able to catch up now.]

Lancelot: Huh? I also participated in the Fourth Holy Grail War? Why don't you remember me at all?

[Galahad: I told you it's the Berserker class. How could I possibly have any memories left after going mad?!]

While all the audience was talking non-stop, the picture started playing!!!

Bucephalus paused. Rider gently stroked her mane, consoling her for understanding the knight's thoughts and stopping.

"Boy, wait here for a moment."

"Eh?"

Rider dismounted and leisurely walked towards his waiting enemy. As if they had made an appointment, Archer also approached with a proud stride.

They are not just duelists competing in martial arts. Since both sides are vying for supremacy, there are certain rules that must be followed before the fight.

"Rider, where is your proudest chariot?"

Archer asked in an unkind tone as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Ah, the chariot? Yeah, although it's infuriating, the chariot has been destroyed by that Saber."

Rider replied with a carefree shrug. Archer narrowed his blood-red eyes and stared at him.

"...Have you forgotten my decision? I must have said I would defeat you when you are at your best."

"Well, from what you said, it seems that this is the case."

Rider was not in the least bit afraid of Archer's oppression, and an extremely fierce and fierce sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"My armament has indeed suffered some damage, but do not underestimate me, King of Heroes. Iskander tonight may not be perfect, but he is more than perfect."

Although Rider's words sounded confusing, Archer did not take them as a joke. His sharp eyes swept over Rider's body like a knife.

"I see. The royal aura that permeates your body is indeed even more powerful than usual. Humph, it seems you don't run into me without any chance of victory."

In fact, despite having lost a Noble Phantasm, the total amount of magical energy emanating from Rider tonight was much greater than before.

The three Command Spells that Waver had originally intended to "use casually" had an unexpected effect.

When using Command Spells to unleash power, the more abstract the content, the lower the effect.

In this regard, Waver's previous orders were completely lacking in specificity, and in terms of the purpose of the Command Spells, they were actually wasted.

But on the other hand, when the absolute command of the Command Seals is not used to distort the will of the Servant, but is activated through the mutual consent of both parties, the Command Seals not only have the ability to coerce, but also become an auxiliary means to strengthen the Servant's ability.

In this case, sometimes the Command Spell can even overturn the common sense of magic and accomplish miracles that are equivalent to "magic".

Although Waver's method of use was indeed ineffective, the content was consistent with the Servant's original intention, and three Command Spells were used in succession, so the Command Spells did have an effect on Rider - as long as Rider acted for "victory", he could receive more magical power than the normal supply.

If I had to describe it directly, Rider's current condition was simply "incredibly good," unprecedented.

"Archer, speaking of declarations, we should have made an agreement during the last banquet."

"Are you saying that the only solution for both of us is to fight to the death?"

"Didn't we agree to finish the rest of the wine before that?"

Rider urged the King of Heroes. The innocent smile on his face did not look like someone who was about to fight a life-and-death battle.

"Although the banquet was ruined by some unrefined and ungentlemen, there is still some wine left in the bottle. You can't hide it from me."

"As expected of the King of Usurpation, you have a keen eye for other people's property."

Archer gave a wry smile and summoned a complete set of wine vessels from the "treasure house" of the other dimension. He poured the remaining remains of the Age of Gods wine into two cups, and the two kings solemnly clinked their glasses together like boxers touching gloves.

"King of Babylon, this is the last question at the banquet."

"Yes, go ahead."

Iskandar held a wine glass in his hand. Although his expression was serious, his eyes still retained the childishness of a naughty child. He asked:

"If my Royal Army (Ionian Hetairoi) were equipped with the weapons from your Royal Treasure, we could form an invincible army. Those so-called presidents of Western countries are nothing to me."

"Well, then what?"

"Would you like to become my ally? As long as the two of us join forces, we can definitely conquer even the other side of the starry sea."

At this moment, looking at the two kings who were drinking happily before the duel.

Countless spectators were eagerly waiting for the battle to begin.

Then, when he heard Iskandar's words.

Most of the audience couldn't help but show a frown on their faces.

In the end, everyone had this idea.

"As expected of the King of Conquerors, you're always thinking about conquering!!!"

The screen continues to play!!!

Upon hearing this, the King of Heroes laughed heartily, as if he had just heard a hearty, sarcastic joke.

"You are such an interesting fellow. I have never laughed so happily at the dream talk of a person who is not a clown. It has been a long time since I have done that."

Archer smiled, but the cold, sinister aura emanating from him remained undimmed. For this Golden King, killing intent was practically synonymous with pleasure.

"But unfortunately, this king does not need a second friend. From the past to the future, this king has only one friend - and the world does not need two kings."

Hearing this resolute reply, the King of Conquerors showed no disappointment, but simply nodded silently.

"The lonely kingly way, eh? Let me challenge your unwavering ideals with admiration."

"Yes. Show yourself, King of Conquerors. You are a thief worthy of my personal punishment."

The two kings drank the last bit of wine, threw down their empty glasses, turned around and left. The two sides never looked back and returned to the bridge where they were originally.

Waver, with a nervous expression, watched the two kings share their final drink. He sighed, welcoming the king's return.

"Are you two really that close?"

"It's okay, but we're going to start fighting soon. He might be the last person I'll ever see eye to eye with, so of course I can't be too mean to him."

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

Iskandar joked nonchalantly, but Waver refuted him in a deep voice.

"How could you be killed? I won't allow that to happen. Have you forgotten my Command Seals?"

"That's right. Of course it's just as you said."

Rider showed a capable smile, once again stepped on the back of Bucefalas who he had left in place, and drew out the sword at his waist.

"My compatriots, come! Tonight, let us imprint our heroic figures into the strongest legend!"

The wild storm carrying hot sand seemed to respond to the king's call, blowing away the mist in the river and rushing towards the bridge.

Now the Sword of Jupiotis is gathering and weaving the thoughts of the heroic spirits from the other side of time and space who once shared the king's dreams.

Everyone worked together, looking at the horizon covered by the mirage, wanting to see the other side of the endless blue sky.

The warriors' mental images of the battlefield, which span across time and space, erode reality, transforming the deserted bridge into a vast plain ravaged by a whirlwind.

One by one, the heroic spirits arrived at the prepared stage for the final battle.

"Ah..."

For Waver, this was his second time witnessing the magnificent display of the Ionian Hetairoi. While he no longer felt surprised, now that he understood the true meaning behind this ultimate Noble Phantasm, embodying the Way of Iskandar, the awe within him was even stronger than the first time, deeply moving him.

The glorious elite cavalrymen—their bond with the King of Conquerors transcends even the barrier between this world and the underworld.

These warriors, elevated to eternity, cared little for the battlefield they found themselves on. As soon as the King of Conquerors once again displayed his tyranny, his subjects would rush to his side, no matter where in the world.

This is the pride of being with the King.

This is the blood-boiling joy of fighting alongside the king.

"The enemy is the invincible Hero King—a perfect match for us! Men! Show us your might to the primordial Heroic Spirit!"

Oh oh oh oh one one!!

The soldiers lined up in rows, responding to Iskandar's roar with a resounding shout.

286: Live, Weber, and witness it all

At this moment, countless heroes showed shocked expressions on their faces as they watched this scene on the screen.

[Cu Chulainn: It's actually a fixed barrier!!!]

[Tousaka Rin: He can actually transcend the barrier between the underworld and the living world. How much does this king love him!!! He made these soldiers into Heroic Spirits, and made them his Noble Phantasms. How much do these soldiers trust him!!!]

Alenidas I: I am not as good as him!!! The bond he has with his warriors is stronger than mine!!!

[Emiya Shirou: As expected of the legendary King of Conquerors! ! !]

The screen continues to play!!!

Facing the King of Conquerors' vast army, Archer rode alone, facing a mighty force like a surging tide. Yet, he showed no sign of embarrassment, remaining composed and standing majestically before the host. His radiant golden form was like a lone, proud mountain, a commanding presence that only a demigod could possess.

"Come on, Lord of the Overlord Army. You will understand what it means to be a true king..."

The Hero King said this in a cold and arrogant voice. Led by the steed Bucephalus, the Heroic Spirit Army finally began to charge towards the Hero King in a wedge formation.

Rider, leading the charge, roared a long roar, and the other riders responded with shouts. Amidst the roar of the charge that resounded through the heavens, Waver also stretched his tiny voice, shouting as loudly as he could—AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!

The King's Army (Ionian Hetairoi) rushed forward, raising billowing yellow sand and shaking the earth.