Rumble—!!!
With Saber as the center, the hot sands beneath her feet were instantly crystallized.
A golden airwave soared into the sky, even dyeing the canopy of the Reality Marble, where the scorching sun always hung high, into a brilliant gold!
"No need for hesitation, Saber."
Hansen's voice exploded in her mind like an oracle, "Your brilliance does not belong to the past, and it certainly doesn't need recognition from these dead people."
"Let them see your kingly way."
Saber snapped her head up, the confusion in her eyes swept away and replaced by pure fighting spirit and confidence.
The Holy Sword in her hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds at this moment, yet as light as a feather.
That was a power sufficient to cut through everything!
Ahead, Rider, who was charging at the very front, felt a terrifying fluctuation that even made his heart palpitate.
But he did not stop.
In the King of Conquerors' dictionary, the word 'retreat' never existed!
"Come on!!! Saber!!!"
Rider urged the Gordius Wheel forward, lightning dancing wildly, as he led the tens of thousands of soldiers behind him in a final charge!
"Is this... your way of hegemony..."
Saber gripped the hilt with both hands and raised it high above her head.
That was the light that gathered all the noble phantasms of this planet.
Under the enhancement of Hansen's power, this light had long surpassed the concept of an Anti-Fortress noble phantasm, blooming with unparalleled brilliance!
"Then, take this move—"
Saber took a step forward and swung the golden sword down fiercely!
"Ex—calibur!!!!!"
No words could describe the magnificence of this moment.
If Rider's army was a sandstorm swallowing the earth.
Then what Saber swung out was a world-ending flood that cleansed the world!
A terrifying golden torrent with no visible end, carrying a roar that destroyed everything, instantly swallowed everything in sight!
Rider's roar, the divine bulls' wailing, the battle cries of tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits... before this absolute tsunami of light, all were turned into nothingness!
The physical bodies those Heroic Spirits were so proud of vaporized like melting snow the moment they touched the flow of light.
The earth was torn apart, and the sky was pierced through.
The entire Reality Marble, Ionian Hetairoi, was like a scroll torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands, beginning to collapse inch by inch!
Boom——————!!!
An unknown amount of time passed.
The light dissipated.
The hot desert disappeared.
Everyone's vision returned to the Fuyuki Bridge.
The night wind was still biting, and the river water continued to flow.
Only the once-grand bridge had mostly disappeared by now, leaving only broken steel bars moaning in the wind.
And at the edge of that broken bridge.
Saber maintained her sword-swinging posture; although the light of the Holy Sword in her hand had dimmed, it was still sacred.
Opposite her.
The Gordius Wheel was completely shattered, and the two divine bulls were nowhere to be found.
Rider, Iskandar, stood there all alone.
His body was battered and broken, even starting to become transparent—a sign that his saint graph was about to collapse.
But he still stood straight.
"Splendid..."
Rider looked at Saber, without a trace of resentment on his face; instead, he showed a satisfied smile.
"That strike... I am truly convinced."
He turned his head to look at Waver, who was hiding behind some nearby ruins and had already cried himself into a mess.
"Hey, kid."
Though Rider's voice was weak, it was still full of a king's majesty.
"This expedition... this King was also deeply moved."
"Live on, Waver."
"Live on, witness all of this, and then pass on this King's hegemony to future generations!"
After saying this, Rider, Iskandar—the King of Conquerors who had dominated his whole life—turned into golden spirit particles that filled the sky and dissipated into the night wind of Fuyuki.
"Rider... Rider!!!"
Waver knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Saber sheathed her sword.
She looked at the weeping Waver with a complicated gaze, but in the end, she didn't swing her sword again, simply turning away silently.
She knew that this battle was over.
Hansen stood not far away, his gaze not on the victorious Saber, nor on the crying Waver.
He looked up, his eyes burning with Platinum Divine Fire, casting a meaningful glance at a streetlamp at the far end of the bridge.
There, a Heroic Spirit clad entirely in gaudy gold stood with arms crossed, his expression dark.
"Alright, stop wailing."
Hansen walked up behind the kneeling and sobbing Waver, grabbed him by the collar like a little chick, and tossed him backward.
"Take your King's keepsake; the next scene isn't suitable for children."
Waver stumbled and fell into the bushes, clutching the red cloak Rider had left behind.
Then, with determination in his eyes, he climbed up, wiped his face, and resolutely ran into the distance.
"Saber, take care of Iri,"
Hansen put his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the other end of the bridge, "Leave this one to me."
"Understood."
Saber nodded, stepped forward to pick up Irisviel—who was still in poor condition—in a bridal carry, and retreated to a distance.
At the highest point of a streetlamp, Gilgamesh appeared with the full moon at his back, his golden armor flowing with a radiance that one dared not look at directly.
He folded his arms, his crimson vertical pupils looking down as if a god were watching a group of monkeys that had just finished a farce.
"mongrel."
Gilgamesh's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the wind with a high-and-mighty tone of judgment. "That big idiot has already exited; now, is it your turn to entertain this King?"
Hansen tilted his head and didn't answer, instead picking his ear.
"I say..." Hansen blew away non-existent earwax from his fingertip, his eyelids half-drooped, "Do you think standing on a streetlamp makes you look particularly tall?"
Gilgamesh's eye twitched, and golden ripples appeared in the space behind him.
"I told you not to stand so high." Hansen's tone was flat. "Are you deaf?"
Boom—!!!
Hansen raised his right hand and pressed down into the void with his palm facing downward.
Hundreds of meters away, the metal lamp post supporting the King of Heroes, along with the air within a hundred-meter radius, was slammed as if by an invisible giant hand!
"D-Damn it—!!"
Gilgamesh's pupils shrank; his magic resistance was like paper at this moment!
The entire streetlamp instantly twisted into a pretzel, then, like a soda can squeezed by a hydraulic press, it slammed into the ground along with the King of Heroes!
Thud!!!
The earth moaned, and dust billowed up.
The originally flat riverbank ground was directly smashed into a deep crater dozens of meters in diameter.
"Cough... damn it..."
In the dust, Gilgamesh stood up somewhat disheveled.
His dust-free golden armor was stained with gray, and his golden hair was a bit messy.
That relaxed, fake smile that always hung at the corner of his mouth had completely disappeared.
"Again, you did it again... unforgivable...! Ruler!"
Gilgamesh looked up, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying. "To dare let this King be stained with dust... in all of heaven and earth, there shall be no more place for you!"
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