The Godslayer in the Sky of Fate

So, in order to protect your companions while fighting, the large number of enemies became a very pressing problem.

How many Assassins would Saber be able to stop with a single sword strike? At this point, if even one person was missed, that one person could cause major trauma to Alice Fields.

So, the question now is not "can I stop them", but "can I kill them all with one blow". The number of Assassins that surround them is desperately high.

From the Assassin's point of view, they also have their final resort.

Even if it was a group battle, it was a group formed with a limited number of people. The tactic of sacrificing the majority in exchange for victory for a small number of survivors was tantamount to an act of suicide, so it was a weapon that would only be used in a final battle.

Assassin were servant summoned for the purpose of the Holy Grail, and they should not be able to endure being used as pawns of Tokimori and Archer - but, they couldn't disobey the Order Curse either.

"......Ri - Rider, hello, hello ......"

Even when Weber shouted uneasily, Rider still didn't do anything. He looked around at the Assassins, his eyes still tinged with ease.

"Hey hey kid, don't be such a mess. It's just the guests at the party, the wine is still being served."

"Where do they look like guests!?"

Rider sighed with a grin, then faced the Assassin who surrounded him and greeted him with a foolishly flat expression.

"I say guys, can you please stop your ghosting? My friend is terrified of you guys."

Saber thought he'd misheard, and now even Gold Glitter was frowning.

"Do you still want to invite them to the table? The Conquering King."

"Of course. The King's speech should be heard by all the people, and since someone has come specifically to hear it, it doesn't matter if they are enemies or friends."

Rider said calmly, ladling out the red wine from the bottle with a handle spoon and extending it to the Assassins.

"Come, don't be shy, if you want to share a drink, come get your own glass. This wine is with your blood."

Swoosh - a sound that pierced through the air answered Rider.

All that was left in Rider's hand was the handle of the spoon, which had partially fallen to the ground. It was done by one of the Assassins, and the wine from the spoon was also scattered on the floor of the atrium.

"......"

Rider looked down speechlessly at the wine strewn on the floor. The skeleton masks seemed to be mocking him with a general laugh.

"-Don't say I didn't warn you."

Rider's tone remained calm, but it was clear that the feeling in it had changed. The only ones who noticed the change were the two who had been drinking with him before.

"I told you. 'This wine' is 'your blood' - isn't it. Since you guys just let it spill on the ground, I can ......"

Before the words died down, a whirlwind whipped up.

The wind was hot and dry, as if it would burn everything. It wasn't like the wind that should be in the forest at night, or in the castle atrium - it was literally coming from the desert, roaring in his ears.

Feeling sand in his mouth, Weber was busy spitting. It was indeed sand. Brought in by the strange wind, it really was hot sand that couldn't have been there in the first place.

"Saber, caster, Archer and the Demon King, the final question of the banquet - is the king alone?"

Rider, standing in the center of the hot air, asked. Looking at the cloak flying over his shoulders, he had somehow managed to get back into the proper attire of a conquering king.

Gold Flash lost his voice laughing. It wasn't even necessary to ask, so he answered with silence.

Saber didn't hesitate either. It would only be a negation of the daily life she spent as king if she wavered in her beliefs.

"I, for one, am alone."

Nero didn't hesitate. She was convinced that she was an artist rivaling Apollo, the god of music, she was convinced that she was a chariot handler rivaling Thor, the god of the sun, and she was the absolute emperor, proud of the world.

"The king, naturally, is alone," Yo said.

"No, isn't that the same as not answering! I'd better teach you what a true king is today!"

Unidentified hot winds eroded the present realm, and then, subversion.

Distance and location had lost their meaning in the strange phenomena that appeared during the night. The dry gale with its hot sand changed everywhere it went.

"How, how did this happen ......"

Webb and Alice Phil exclaimed ...... This is a phenomenon that only those who know magic can understand.

"It's actually - an inherent boundary?!"

The scorching sun of the earth, the clear firmament, until the horizon was blurred by sand and gravel. There was no shelter as far as the field of vision went.

Einzberon at night would change shape in an instant, indicating without a doubt that it was only a phantom that was eroding the present realm. It could be said that this was the limit of magic that could be called a miracle.

"How is it possible ...... to actually visualize the scene in your heart ...... You're obviously not a magician!?"

"Of course not, how can I do it on my own."

Iskandar, who stood in the wide boundary, smiled proudly and denied it.

"This is the land my army once crossed. The warriors who shared my pain have this view firmly imprinted on their hearts."

As the world shifted, the seven who had been surrounded changed positions.

The Assassins who were in an encircling position were moved to one side individually, with Rider standing in the center . On the other side were Saber, caster, Yo and the two magicians. In other words, Rider stood alone in front of the Assassins.

-Does it mean that Rider is the only one fighting now?

Everyone stared at the mirage-like images that appeared around him. One, two, four, the images gradually increased, looking like an army. The colors also became progressively more intense.

"This world can reappear because it is imprinted on each of our hearts."

In the astonished eyes of the crowd, solid cavalry appeared around Iskandar one after another. Although different in race and equipment, looking at their strong bodies and brave riders, they all showed the strength of the army.

Only the two of them could figure out what was going on with this bizarre scene.

"These people ...... are all Servant ......"

Since he was the Master among those present, he understood, while Yo was originally aware of it.The true trump card of Servant Yingling Iskandar, the ultimate treasure, was appearing before his eyes.

"Behold, my peerless army!"

Filled with pride and pride, the Conquering King stood in front of the cavalry line and shouted with his arms raised high.

"Even though their flesh is destroyed, their spirits are still summoned, and they are my faithful warriors of legend. Eternal friends who have traveled through time and space to answer my call.

They are my greatest treasures! They are the way of my kings! Iskandar's most powerful treasure, the 'King's Military Momentum'!!!"

EX ranked opposing military treasure, Independent Servant's continuous summon.