"Hmph, what a noisy insect."
Gilgamesh, still clad in his extravagant golden armor, sat on the back of a bench, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.
It was a top-tier vintage he had pulled from the Gate of Babylon, but as he drank, he felt something was missing—
Dammit, even fine wine from the Age of Gods wasn't as potent as that Starlight Wine the Ruler fellow produced.
This made him quite displeased.
"Since someone is in a hurry to die, this King doesn't mind seeing them off."
Gilgamesh drained the glass in one gulp and tossed it aside, letting it shatter. "Let's go, Kirei."
"Let's go see the final struggles of these mongrels before they die. I'm sure it will add some color to tonight's entertainment."
Kirei Kotomine's face remained expressionless as he pulled open the church doors.
"As you wish, King of Heroes."
The horn for the final battle had already sounded... Atop the Fuyuki Bridge, the night wind was biting.
The massive steel bridge spanned the pitch-black river like a sleeping behemoth.
And now, atop the spine of this beast, a suffocating surge of magical energy was radiating.
Hansen walked at the very front with one hand in his pocket, looking relaxed.
Beside him, Irisviel's face was somewhat pale, and her steps were unsteady.
Her function as the lesser grail had begun to operate; as the Heroic Spirits were eliminated, the massive amount of magical energy was eroding her homunculus body.
"Ugh..." Irisviel let out a soft groan, her figure swaying slightly.
A strong hand instantly supported her waist.
Hansen didn't say a word, but a soft platinum glow lit up at his fingertips.
The gentle divine power turned into a warm current that instantly surged into Irisviel's body, forcibly suppressing the restless grail functions.
"Endure it for a bit, Madam." Hansen lowered his head and whispered in Irisviel's ear, "Once the battle is over, I'll help you completely eliminate the hidden danger in your body."
Irisviel's face flushed slightly. Feeling her strength return, she nodded gently: "Mm... Thank you, Mr. Han Sen."
Up ahead, Saber stopped in her tracks.
In the middle of the bridge, that iconic Gordius Wheel had been waiting for a long time.
Rider, Iskandar—this burly King of Conquerors stood atop his chariot, his red cloak snapping in the night wind.
And that always-timid little master, Waver, was standing beside Rider. Though his legs were still trembling, there was an unprecedented resolve in his eyes.
"Yo! Saber, and Ruler!"
Rider grinned broadly and laughed heroically: "This King thought you wouldn't dare show up after last night's blow!"
Saber took a deep breath. Though a trace of gloom remained in her emerald eyes, her knightly honor made her straighten her back.
"Rider, although I lost last night's debate, that doesn't mean my sword will lose!"
Golden light gathered in Saber's hand as the invisible sword manifested. "Since our kingly paths are incompatible, let us use our swords to decide the victor!"
"Hahahaha! Well said!"
Rider laughed, then turned to the little guy beside him: "Boy, watch closely. This is a clash of kings!"
Waver Velvet clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms.
He looked at the man beside him who was as tall as a mountain—that domineering, crude, yet incredibly dazzling King of Conquerors.
This was the final battle.
He knew there was only one thing he could do.
Waver raised his right hand. The three bright red command spells on the back of his hand emitted a piercing light in the night.
"Rider..." Waver's voice trembled, but it was exceptionally clear.
"Oh? Are you going to use the command spells?" Rider raised an eyebrow.
"By the power of the command spell, I order you..." Waver shouted, tears welling in his eyes but stubbornly refusing to fall. "Rider, you must win!"
Buzz—!
The first command spell vanished, transforming into a massive amount of magical energy that poured into Rider's body.
"By the power of the second command spell, I order you..." Waver almost roared, "Rider, you must seize the Holy Grail!!"
Buzz—!
The second command spell dissipated.
"By the power of the final command spell, I order you..."
Waver looked up, staring straight into Rider's fierce eyes, as tears finally streamed down his face: "Rider! You must... conquer the world! Not just here, but the even more distant sea of stars!!"
Buzz—!!!
The final command spell turned into red light and completely merged into Rider's body.
Magical energy surged!
Rider felt the power coursing through him. It wasn't just magical energy; it was a young boy's unreserved trust and expectation.
"Hahahaha! Boy, I have received your wish!"
Rider suddenly drew the short sword at his waist and swung it fiercely toward the night sky.
It was a strike that cut through the world.
It was a King's summons.
"Assemble! My comrades!"
"Tonight, we shall once again leave the footprints of our hegemony upon this world!!"
Boom—!
The world changed.
A scorching wind arose out of nowhere, instantly blowing away the humid night air of Fuyuki City.
The original steel bridge, the black river water, and the bright lights all vanished in an instant.
In their place was an endless expanse of yellow sand, a sky with a blazing sun, and a desert of hot sand that made one's blood boil!
Reality Marble—"Ionian Hetairoi"!
"This... this is..." Irisviel looked around in shock.
At the edge of the earth, dust flew into the air.
The sound of footsteps, hooves, and the clashing of armor gathered into a soul-shaking torrent.
It was an army.
It was the peerless legion that had once conquered the world with Iskandar, and even after death, they were willing to become Heroic Spirits to follow their lord!
Tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits, lined up in neat phalanxes, let out a battle cry that shattered the clouds:
"ALALA! ALALA! ALALA!!!"
Saber stood alone in the yellow sand.
Facing this overwhelming force of thousands of men and horses, her petite figure seemed so fragile, like a small boat in a raging storm.
Pressure.
Unprecedented pressure.
This wasn't just a difference in numbers; it was the crushing weight of their kingly paths.
The following of these tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits was the perfect manifestation of Rider's hegemony, and the most heartless mockery of Saber's path of isolation.
Saber's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
Was she... really wrong?
Just then.
A hand gently landed on the back of her cold silver armor.
"What are you dazing off for, Saber."
Hansen's lazy voice sounded behind her, completely out of place on this solemn battlefield.
"Who told you that a King must form a gang?"
Buzz—!!!
The moment the words fell, Saber felt a massive amount of energy surge from Hansen's palm, filling her saint graph once again!
Magical energy surged!
The Invisible Air instantly collapsed, and the sword in her hand, Excalibur, revealed its true form amidst an excited hum.
The golden radiance surrounding the blade turned into literal flames, gushing out frantically!
Rumble—!!!
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