"Although there are no bonuses from classes or corresponding skills, everyone in this legion is a genuine heroic spirit... In the Age of Gods, I have never seen such a breathtaking war."
Looking at the scene in front of her, Medea was somewhat shocked. The memories she gained from her future self were like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water to Medea now.
But even during that period of constant adventure and challenges, they had never encountered such a grand scene.
This is undoubtedly a war.
In the King's Army behind the King of Conquerors, there are many heroes stronger than him. After obtaining the blessing of Gilgamesh's treasure, the combat effectiveness of this army has undergone a qualitative change.
Even the original Enkidu could no longer easily release his Noble Phantasm to sweep away the army as he did before.
"Are you scared?"
"I'm just worried about the Master."
Medea stuck out her tongue slightly, tilted her head and smiled. Facing this powerful army, she still stood quietly behind Roland, which was the best proof of her trust in him.
"There's nothing we can do about it..."
Saber also exhaled lightly and raised the holy sword in her hand.
"After all, this army is now invincible."
"Really? Then there's nothing to worry about," Roland's mouth gradually widened, and he walked past the Saber who was blocking his way and walked alone towards the unparalleled legion in front of him.
"From what I know, everything that is rated as invincible usually doesn't end up well."
What responded to Roland was a roar that shook the earth and mountains. Behind the King of Conquerors, who was leading the way, was an army that showed no fear.
"AAAAlalalalala——!!!"
Standing in the King of Conquerors Chariot, Weber joined the raging chorus. Before the expedition began, he rejected the King of Conquerors' plan to keep him where he was.
Rider did this because he regarded him as a friend and did not want Weber to be involved in this dangerous war, but Weber dispelled Rider's idea with just one sentence.
——You consider me a friend, rider, and I consider you my lord. If you want me to stop, just give the order.
Although his expression was the same as usual, Rider was stunned for a long time before he smiled again.
Then, he took the initiative to pull Waver, whose remaining two Command Seals had become completely blurred, onto the chariot.
Staring at the figure standing alone in front of the army in the dust, Iskandar let out a long roar of excitement.
He did not pause at all and stubbornly maintained his charge.
This is the battlefield he once conquered, with his unrivaled army behind him and his strongest allies above him.
Of course he noticed Roland's action of clenching his fist and gently pressing his thumb as if to detonate something, but it was not worth paying attention to.
The enemy in front of him is so strong that Archer has to look for reinforcements?
So what!
This kind of thing doesn't matter at all. No matter what trump card Roland will play, the King of Conquerors now has the confidence to overcome it.
Strong! Invincible! The strongest!
After the last shortcoming was made up, if he didn't have this kind of pride, how could he live up to the great reputation he left behind!
During the charge, the infantrymen in the rear had already begun to rain down javelins from afar as the first round of attack.
But Roland just stood there silently, looking at the attack coming down from the sky with cold eyes.
"This guy…"
Iskandar, who was driving his chariot, frowned, feeling a little uneasy and confused.
What does Caster's Master want to do? Is it just relying on that strange guardian spirit?
But since that strange move, there has been no change until now, and his army has not suffered any attack.
But Iskandar didn't think it was possible that the enemy that forced Archer to find allies would be frightened by his own Noble Phantasm and surrender.
So, what on earth was the other party trying to do by standing still?
Soon, Iskandar's doubts were answered.
Because, when the spears fell like rain, it was as if an indescribable existence stretched out its hand, and those ferocious spears disappeared in an instant.
There was no explosion, no resistance, it simply disappeared.
The low muffled groan coming from behind made Iskandar subconsciously turn his head to look, but the scene that came into his eyes made his breath stop.
The comrades who had just charged together in the army and launched the attack suddenly had blood holes on their bodies and fell powerlessly on the road of charge.
Not only Iskandar, but other heroic spirits in the King's army also noticed this, although they did not stop and their fighting spirit was still burning.
But the previous shouting was replaced by a dead silence, which began to spread like a plague.
Even when facing opposing cities, opposing countries, and facing treasures with power like the creation of the universe, these warriors can still encourage themselves fearlessly.
But faced with this incomprehensible situation, they couldn't help but hold their breath.
"What's going on? Why did the attack suddenly disappear... Why did our troops suddenly suffer casualties..."
Waver also watched this scene and began to mutter to himself.
"This is no longer something that can be done by magic. It's just like... magic."
Even though he had issued the order to win, Waver's confidence in the rider was inevitably shaken for a moment, but when he saw the King of Conquerors beside him still showing no fear, his uneasiness was dispelled.
"The glory is beyond! Forward!"
Even though he had seen the truth behind Archer's defeat, and even though he was overwhelmed by a strong sense of crisis, Rider did not lose his composure. Instead, he charged forward at a faster speed without hesitation, roaring even more wildly.
The charging chariots rose into the sky like divine thunder, and with their heart-shaking thunderous sounds, they boosted the morale of the army behind them.
The densely packed army, like locusts and a tide, swarmed towards Roland, surrounding him, and then launched a charge without hesitation.
The army of 30,000 men overwhelmed Roland, and countless glorious and awe-inspiring treasures attacked Roland accurately.
The strategic goal was achieved so easily that the army howled excitedly and wildly.
But the next moment, everything returned to the beginning.
The army that had surged forward like a rising tide retreated back to its previous position. Roland still stood there, looking at them unharmed.
It was as if they had never launched a charge at all.
Only the greatly reduced number of people proclaimed the fact that they had ever been born.
Roland, who was standing in front of the army, looked at Rider, who had a heavy face, and spoke indifferently.
"it's over."
Then, the judgment of fate came from the sky.
Flames, thunder, curses, poison, slashes, and stabbings, it was like a re-enactment of the ways of death on the battlefield. Starting with the heroic spirits at the front, this unrivaled army fell down like wheat being cut.
The precious armor of the Noble Phantasm was torn apart easily, the flesh and bones made of magic power were pierced naturally, and one heroic spirit after another died without being able to fight back.
Seeing the soldiers who had accompanied him to conquer the vast land die one by one, Iskandar sighed and said, "It was such a frustrating battle. Although I knew you were strong, I didn't expect you to be this strong. It seems that you are far from qualified to challenge me with a number of 30,000."
"In fact, I also felt very thrilling just now. After all, I am not as brave as you heroes. Now I feel a little troubled when facing this kind of situation," Roland muttered, and slowly stretched his thumb and index finger apart.
"However, judging from the results, I am still slightly stronger than you, the King of Conquerors."
"Yeah, hahahahaha!"
Iskandar laughed heartily, slowly lowered the chariot to the ground, and carried Waver out.
"But that's why it's worth the challenge!"
Without hesitation or pause, in a world that was gradually falling apart as the soldiers of the King's Army disappeared, Iskandar launched the final charge.
He roared like thunder: "--Distant ravage and domination!"
Even though he had lost the King's Army, he was still a powerful Servant. With the infusion of magic power that seemed to have exhausted all of it, and the blessing of the Command Spells brought about by his pursuit of victory, Iskandar's chariot began to charge at an astonishing speed, releasing tremendous thunder. Amid the eardrum-bursting thunder, purple lightning also tightly wrapped around the chariot.
The two sacred bulls also responded to Iskandar's roar angrily, and let out shocking roars from their mouths. They waved their strong hooves vigorously, and galloped into the sky with a deafening roar. As they continued to gallop, violent thunder continued to explode under their feet, leaving a long mark.
Then, the magnificent chariot soared into the sky, turned into a dazzling purple meteor, and smashed towards Roland with a force like a collapsing mountain!
But the first thing that attacked Roland was not the charge of the chariot, but the fierce stomping of the iron hoof of the divine bull.
The duet of the sacred bull and the chariot wrapped in purple lightning is the real terrifying aspect of Iskandar's treasure.
But Roland remained calm and turned a blind eye to it.
The moment he saw this expression, Iskandar threw away the reins, jumped off the chariot without hesitation, and raised the sword in his hand.
Iskandar certainly didn't think that the Wheel of Might could hurt Roland in the slightest. He was not so arrogant. Even his army, coupled with the King's Treasure, had failed to do so.
He just wanted to find a possible chance of winning.
To use a powerful Noble Phantasm, one often needs to prepare the materials in advance, or have a certain amount of time to activate it. For unknown things, one must try to challenge the opponent's limits.
Even if this ability could be considered cheating, in theory there should be an upper limit in terms of quantity or time.
Roland saw through Iskandar's plan, so he just looked at the chariot that was gradually getting bigger in front of him with a mocking smile.
"It's useless, it's useless! King of Conquerors, the moment the fourth bomb is activated, your glory and your dream will be blown to pieces by the Killer Queen!"
This is not an exaggeration, but a fact.
The chariot that fell before Iskandar instantly returned to its position behind Iskandar, and then the two divine bulls driving the chariot met their end.
The huge thunder and powerful blows severely pierced the muscles of the sacred bull, and the electric current penetrated into its body like a tide, wreaking havoc.
The flesh was burnt, the bones were torn apart, and the internal organs were blown into powder. The wounds on the bodies of the two divine bulls mercilessly pierced and tore them apart, completely cutting off their life force. Then, the thunder gradually spread to the wheels of the divine wheel, blowing the luxurious chariot so far that even the wheels could not be seen.
But there was still no extra thought on Iskandar's face, only overflowing arrogance. He swooped down quickly and landed in front of Roland.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Although he had lost all his troops and his treasure that was the symbol of his rider, Iskandar smiled happily.
Now he was filled with excitement.
What a powerful enemy that can distort and conquer the rules of the world, forcing even the original king to retreat and seek allies.
There is no doubt that the young man in front of him will replace everything else and become his greatest rival on the road to conquest. Even his former enemy Darius cannot be compared with him.
Iskandar had a strong feeling that the other party might become a disaster that would end the world.
And at this moment, he could actually challenge such an opponent. Is there anything more exciting than this?
With a fiery throbbing in his heart, Iskandar came in front of Roland, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed at the opponent's neck with all his strength.
He cannot stop, because his subjects' eyes are fixed on his back, so he must show how dazzling and illusory this dream is, but precisely because of this, it has value.
"Come on, my enemy!"
"What a noble courage, shining like a star, shining like gold, what a pity,"
But as if he hadn't seen the blow at all, Roland turned around without any regrets,
"—You're already dead."
"What?"
Iskandar suddenly felt that everything around him fell into silence.
He gradually lost the feeling of his own body and the sounds around him. He subconsciously looked down and saw that his body had become riddled with holes and looked to be torn into pieces. All he could see from the broken surfaces of the wounds was the dazzling lightning.
The terrifying thunder burst out from his body, and with an irresistible destructive force it turned into a blade that tore through everything. In an instant, it destroyed the inside of his body. His flesh, blood, and internal organs were all turned into a ball of charcoal. Under such power, his spirit core naturally could not be spared.
"What an exciting expedition..."
Without any regret or unwillingness, Iskandar showed a satisfied smile.
His unrivaled army, powerful treasures, and all his strategies were destroyed head-on by Roland's overwhelming force. Facing such a monster, could that Gilgamesh win?
Iskandar looked past Roland and at the Hero King in the sky behind him, who was watching this scene silently with a proud attitude, with an expectant arc on his face.
Next time, if I have the chance, I must take a look at the expression of that arrogant king when he fails, although I have gained enough this time.
Then, in front of Weber's tearful eyes, Iskandar's body turned into spirit particles and dissipated in the sky.
Roland looked at the Hero King who was at his wit's end and pointed his finger again, issuing the most direct provocation.
"Next, it's you, Hero King."