Type Moon: Social Death Nickname, Starting Lady Crane

Even faced with this thrilling scene, the Hero King Gilgamesh remained unmoved.

Those bright red eyes looked at the magnificent army, full of bloody joy. Only a king who has enjoyed all the joys in the world knows this abnormal feeling.

In fact, Archer was indeed happy.

Although he had been summoned to the other side of time and space, he had been repeatedly repeating the farce of war in the name of war. He had long been tired of this kind of life. Now he had finally found someone he could treat as an "enemy".

The challenge from Rider was worth fighting with all his might.

"To lead the dreams of all, to advance towards the path of dominance... I commend your aspirations. But warriors, do you understand? Dreams, even so-called, will eventually awaken and dissipate."

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

"That is why I appear before you, King of Conquerors."

Can that sword really be called a "sword"?

This weapon was strange in appearance. It had a hilt and a tsuba, and was about the length of a longsword. However, the "blade" was shaped very differently from a sword.

It was a cylindrical object made of three connected sections, the tip of the sword twisted into a blunt spiral blade. Like a mortar and pestle, the three sections rotated slowly and alternately.

That's right, that weapon was no longer a "sword." This weapon, which existed before the concept of "sword" emerged, naturally had a different shape from existing swords.

This is an item created by gods before the emergence of humans, which specifically demonstrates the god's supernatural power when creating the world.

The three sections of the mortar-shaped cylinder coordinated with the movement of the celestial body, each carrying the weight and energy friction equivalent to the movement of the earth's crust. The huge magic power that surged out had already exceeded the range of calculation.

"Come, I will show you how your endless dreams come to an end. I will personally reveal the truth to you..."

In Archer's raised hand, the Sword of Origin slowly increased its speed of rotation. One turn faster than the last, one circle faster than the last...

Rider instinctively sensed the threat posed by the weapon and urged Bucephalus to speed up.

"coming soon!"

Archer had gotten the better of him. It didn't matter, even if he had gotten the upper hand, he only had one chance.

Before he could make his second move, the King's Army (Ionian Hetairoi) would step over the lonely golden figure.

The most important thing, then, was how to block this attack. Archer held the formidable power of his Noble Phantasm, which must have been his ultimate weapon for victory.

Is that a weapon for resisting the enemy?

Or a siege weapon?

Or perhaps he intended to use his anti-personnel Noble Phantasm's single-point attack to truly snipe Rider, who was leading the army...

The hurricane roared loudly, and a huge amount of magic power burst out from the hilt of Archer's sword.

"Wake up, Ea. The stage is ready for you to perform!"

Ea - In ancient Mesopotamian mythology, the gods of heaven, earth, and water are divided into three categories.

The Sword of Separation, known as Ea, is the primordial sword that witnessed the creation of heaven and earth in the Age of Mythology. This primordial blade's mission was to sever the chaotic heavens and earth, giving each a definite form.

Now, the Sword of God swept up a raging storm, about to perform another miracle of creation. The Hero King, clad in golden armor, declared in a loud and proud voice:

"Take a good look at this star—it's the star that created the separation between heaven and earth!"

Suddenly the sky roared and the earth shook.

A huge mass of magic power was released, shaking the laws of the universe.

Archer swung his sword, aiming at no one.

There's no need to aim at anyone. The sword's blade doesn't just cut through "enemies."

The ground crumbled before Rider, who was riding his horse at full speed, and a bottomless hole appeared.

"Well!?"

Rider felt a sudden danger beneath his feet, but even he was unable to stop Bucephalus's momentum.

"Yiyiyi"

Seeing his inevitable descent into the abyss, Waver desperately suppressed a wail. But even with his life at stake, the horse and rider carrying him would not retreat in the face of such a crisis.

"Drink!"

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

This jump and the time spent in the air was simply blood-chilling. After this moment, which seemed endless to Waver, ended, Bucephalus had already stepped onto the land on the other side of the rift.

But Weber had no time to catch his breath. The tragic situation of the subsequent cavalry team made his face change drastically.

The Guards, whose legs were weaker than Bucephalus', were unable to cross the cracks in the earth and fell straight into the bottomless abyss like an avalanche. Although the cavalry further behind them managed to stop their horses in time and avoid the fall, this was only the beginning of the tragedy.

"Hold on tight, kid!"

Rider shouted, hugged Waver and grasped the horse's mane tightly.

Just as the horse sensed the danger and galloped back to safety, the crack in the ground continued to expand, swallowing up the surrounding land and the cavalry one by one.

No, it wasn't just the earth. The crack stretched from the horizon to the empty sky, distorting space and sucking away vast swathes of air. Everything around was swept away into the void in a whirlwind.

"This, this is..."

Even the extremely brave King of Conquerors was shocked and dumbfounded by the scene before him.

The Hero King's sword of disunity not only split the earth with a single blow, its power even rippled through the sky, reaching the very world itself. This attack was no longer a matter of whether or not it had struck, or the magnitude of its power. Soldiers, horses, dust, and even the sky—everything within the ruptured space was swallowed up one by one by the twisting void, vanishing without a trace.

Even as Bucephalus strained his strength to keep his footing and resist the pressure of the vacuum, the hot sandy land created by the King's Army (Ionian Hetairoi) began to break and shatter, like the falling sand of a sand clock, falling into the hollow abyss.

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

When this sword is swung, a new truth will split the sky, the earth, and the ocean.

The tremors unleashed by the creation of heaven and earth had already surpassed the power of siege Noble Phantasms. This supreme power, capable of utterly destroying not only physical objects but also all creation, was the true nature of the boundary-breaking Noble Phantasm that made the King of Heroes a transcendent being.

The sky crumbled, the earth shattered, and amidst the darkness that faded into nothingness, only Archer's sword of rebellion shone brilliantly. That radiance was like the first star that illuminated a new world, bringing a brilliant end to destruction.

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

Toosaka Rin was dumbfounded.

She had always thought that the Kinpika only had one treasure, the "King's Treasure".

I didn't expect that he actually had such a powerful treasure.

"There's actually such a powerful Noble Phantasm that can break through boundaries!!!"

Toosaka Rin muttered to herself.

And Hong A looked at the frightened look on Tohsaka Rin's face and couldn't help laughing...

"He's the King of Heroes after all, so it would be strange if he didn't have such power."

After hearing Hong A's words, Toosaka Rin gradually came back to her senses.

She looked at Hong A and said very seriously.

"Do you have any way to deal with him? Can you project his Noble Phantasm?"

Facing Tohsaka Rin's words, Hong A remained silent.

At this moment, the Clock Tower.

El-Melloi II's classroom.

Looking at the picture, the powerful force displayed by the Sword of Separation.

All of El-Melloi II's students had expressions of shock on their faces.

"Professor, he actually faced such a powerful being?!!!"

"To be able to survive under the hands of such a being, you are indeed worthy of being a professor!!!"

When faced with other people's discussions, Flatt looked constipated.

"It seems like there was a video of me participating in the Holy Grail War, and Gilgamesh seemed to be there..."

After hearing Flatt's words, the classmates looked at him with sympathy.

Becoming an enemy with such a powerful being is certainly not good news.

The screen continues to play!!!

In the scene, neither Rider nor Waver could see everything. The inherent barrier they were in was originally maintained by the magical power of all the summoned heroic spirits.

Long before the world completely disappeared, when they lost half of their military strength, the barrier had already broken, and the distorted laws of the universe returned to their original state.

The Bucephalus they were riding in landed on the Fuyuki Bridge at night, as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The Golden Heroic Spirit stood proudly at the other end of the bridge, a charming smile on her face. The positions of both sides remained unchanged, as if this battle had dragged time back to the very beginning.

The only visible change was the sword of rebellion in Archer's hand, which was still making a heavy spinning sound.

There was another invisible and fatal change: Rider's ultimate Noble Phantasm, the King's Army (Ionian Hertairoi), disappeared.

"Rider..."

The color drained from Waver's face as he looked up at Rider. The giant Servant asked him sternly:

"I suddenly thought of something I must ask."

"……what?"

"Weber, do you want to serve me as a subject?"

The passionate emotions made Weber tremble all over, and tears flowed down like a dam breaking.

This was a question that he knew was impossible, but he had always been looking forward to. There was no need to hesitate, because the answer had already been prepared, like a priceless treasure hidden deep in his heart.

"Only you are one one"

The boy, who was being addressed by his name for the first time, didn't even wipe his tears. He held his head high and said in a firm tone:

"You alone are my King. I am willing to serve you and sacrifice for you. Please guide me and let me see the same dream as you."

This oath made the tyrannical king smile. To his subjects, his smile was a reward that surpassed all rewards.

"Well, that's fine."

Just when Weber felt like he was about to fly into the sky with excitement, his body actually floated into the air.

"……what?"

The king lifted the boy's diminutive frame from Bucephalus's back and gently placed it on the asphalt. Waver lost his height on the horse and returned to his normal height. He felt a renewed sense of his own height and insignificance, which confused him.

"It is my duty as a king to reveal dreams. As a subject, your duty is to see clearly the dreams displayed by the king and pass them on to future generations."

The King of Conquerors seemed to be so high above him that he could not be touched even if he stretched out his hand. The King issued an edict with a firm tone while smiling heartily from his saddle.

"Live, Waver. Witness it all, and live to tell it all. Tell the world how happy your king is, and how fast Iskandar's Mercedes is."

Bucephalus kicked her iron hooves and neighed as if to encourage him. Was her neighing for the king who was about to die, or for the minister who was entrusted with a difficult mission?

Weber lowered his head and never raised it again.

Iskandar took this gesture as an affirmation. No words were needed. From now on, until the end of time, the king's presence would forever guide his subjects, and they would remain loyal to him.

287: Before the oath, even parting loses its meaning

The screen continues to play!!!

Before the oath, even parting loses its meaning, because under Iskandar's command, the bond between the king and his subjects is eternal and indestructible beyond time and space.

"Alright. Let's go, Bucephalus!"

The King of Conquerors kicked his mount's flank and broke into a final gallop. With a mighty roar, he charged toward his waiting foe.

He was a strategist and knew very well that the outcome of this battle had already been decided.

But "that thing" and "this thing" were two completely different things. King of Conquerors Iskandar had no choice but to charge at the Golden Heroic Spirit; he could think of no other solution.

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

Awesome, that guy is really awesome. This hero can even cut the world in half, he is definitely the strongest enemy in the world.

Then that man is his final enemy.

That is the last difficult challenge in this world. How can the King of Conquerors not challenge it?

After crossing that hurdle, the other side is the end of the world. The distant dream he once held is now right in front of him, waiting for the moment of realization.

Glory lies just beyond his reach—it's precisely because it's so far away that he must challenge it. For the sake of his subjects, who watch his back, he must sing the praises of the Way of the Overlord and demonstrate the Way of the Overlord.