The sun was high in the sky, and a howling whirlwind arose, carrying with it mist-like fine sand. Suddenly, boundless heat rose up, as if to melt everything.

Emiya Kiritsugu was shocked. The rolling sand dunes disappeared into the horizon and intersected with the blurred sky, like a dream scene. He felt a little uncomfortable because he couldn't breathe the original PM2.5.

The dry hot wind and the yellow sand blowing on his face were all so real. The scorching sun burning the earth made Kiritsugu sweat profusely. He had to admit that everything before his eyes was not an illusion.

The reality of desert erosion overturned the space, as if being in a magical world, but as an excellent magician, Kiritsugu Emiya already had the answer in his heart.

Inherent barrier!

“How could this be… Rider, you can actually do this?” Waver opened his mouth in surprise, then spat out the sand in his mouth and exclaimed at Rider beside him.

People who don’t understand magic cannot comprehend the greatness of the phenomenon before their eyes. The magic that replaces reality and illusion is the closest thing to magic and it is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle.

Apart from the green Waver, the others could not make any other sound except for exclamation. Emiya Kiritsugu shook his head repeatedly. After the shock, he began to think about Saber's chances of winning against Rider. He was such a pragmatic man.

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Ahem, this is true. Weber, who is well versed in history, looked a little green.

"We?" Saber frowned slightly and blurted out subconsciously.

Hephaestion! Rider's former minister, the two were famous for their sincere gay love. According to historical records, the King of Conquerors never lost in his life, except to the indescribable thing between Hephaestion's thighs.

Assassin: Do you have any misunderstanding about us assassins? After mocking the frightened Assassin, Duke narrowed his eyes and looked at Rider from afar. The army in the desert was as unreal as a mirage, but they did exist.

In fact, Emiya Kiritsugu also has an inherent barrier, and his inherent time control is one of them. The maximum number of captures is 1 person, himself. The side effect is that if used too many times, it will put a great burden on the body, so he did not compare himself with Rider, the gap is too obvious.

"This is my Iskandar's most powerful treasure, the invincible King's Army!!!"

“My warriors, follow me and conquer the enemies ahead!!” Rider ordered without hesitation.

Although Duke couldn't recognize their real names, he could guess that they were famous figures in history. Fortunately, all the members of the King's Army could not carry their own treasures, and there was no concept of class and class skills. Otherwise, this row of heroes alone would be enough to make Duke drink a pot.

The Assassins were already trembling, but unfortunately this was a fixed barrier, and they couldn't find them even if they wanted to escape. Duke's eardrums felt a sharp pain, and he wanted to raise his hand to pick his ears, but he stopped halfway. This action was too frivolous, and he couldn't discredit Gandalf with his righteous face.

All the figures were real heroic spirits, not false illusions created by magic. There were tens of thousands of auras, some strong and some weak. What was shocking was the front row, where several figures with outstanding appearance and temperament exuded auras that were even stronger than Rider's. It could be concluded that their attribute parameters were higher than Rider's.

Duke took a breath, and after three breaths of silence, he suddenly opened his eyes: "I have fought against the million-strong orc army of the Dark Lord Sauron, swept away the undead scourge of the Lich King, and fought against the 100,000 golden-armored divisions of the gods alone. You have so few people... you are not good enough!"

“Magnificent! Magnificent! Magnificent——”

“Rider, you can actually materialize the scene in your mind. How did you do that? You are clearly not a magician.”

The one who was most shocked was naturally Saber, not because she was afraid of the might of the King's army, but because the Noble Phantasm shook her proud belief. Rider's Noble Phantasm was the bond between the King and his subjects, something she had been pursuing throughout her career as the Knight King, but had never obtained in the end.

Rider stood in the middle of the sea of ​​sand, his hands open and raised, and said in a proud tone: "Of course I can't do it alone. This world can be restored because it is imprinted in the hearts of each of us."

Among these soldiers and generals, many had prominent reputations, including Ptolemy, Antigonus, Cassander, Seleucus, Peithon, Lysimachus, Craterus...

The Assassins tumbled and crawled away, and the slower ones were swept by the surge of magic power and fell to the sand with a faint smell of meat.

Duke's voice was not loud, but it was carried to the whole venue by the boiling magic power, temporarily suppressing the shouts of tens of thousands of troops.

Rider turned his back to the unparalleled army, his heroic spirit soaring into the sky: "Even if their bodies are destroyed, their heroic spirits are still summoned. They are the legendary loyal warriors of my king, friends who traveled through time and space to respond to my call..."

What responded to him was a deafening shout of killing, and the army marched forward, setting out again with unparalleled shocking momentum.

Magic power exploded, sweeping away the surrounding sand like a hurricane. The materialized magic power that soared into the sky pierced the sky like a sharp sword, trying to poke a hole in the blue sky.

It can't be said that he was alone, because there were a dozen Assassins around him, assassins hiding in the dark, who were very unlucky to be trapped in Rider's inherent barrier. Facing the countless troops in front of them, they had lost their courage and couldn't even hold their hands tightly to hold the sword. Duke looked disdainful and glanced at the Assassins: "A bunch of cowards, aren't you assassins the best at frontal combat? Now the terrain is flat, you have the advantage in terms of terrain, why are you afraid?"

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Duke stood alone at the farthest point. He had been placed here since he appeared in the vast sea of ​​sand.

"Berserker over there, is my army strong?" Rider sat astride a tall black warhorse, his loud voice resounding through the sky. Following his call, the soldiers struck their shields and shouted together.

An EX-level anti-military Noble Phantasm, Rider’s trump card for conquering the world, his most proud treasure, under his kingly way, it was materialized into a Noble Phantasm in an extraordinary way.

Tens of thousands of people piled together have a very strong visual impact. It's like a dark mass, with a feeling of being boundless. Just one glance and all that's left in one's heart is shock and fear.

The violent magic power spread out like the sea, sinking the surrounding ground several meters deep. Everything seemed to be burning, the desert melted and crystallized, and the steaming heat waves made Duke's figure slightly blurred.

"They are my greatest treasures, and they are my way to be king!"

"Berserker, how is it?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill————" The soldiers' high-spirited shouts pierced the sky and echoed throughout the entire sea of ​​sand.

“It should be so. No matter what kind of enemy or barrier, they will be destroyed in front of the King of Conquerors and his friends!” Rider shouted, turning back to Duke: “Berserker, anyone who dares to underestimate the King’s army will be trampled by the iron hoofs of my army, and you are no exception!”

“Yes, this desert is the battlefield that my army once crossed. It has long been imprinted in the hearts of the warriors who have shared the joys and sorrows with me.” Rider’s eyes were filled with pride. He drew out the long sword from his waist, waved his arm, and shouted in a majestic voice: “Look, this is my unparalleled army!”

The cheers went straight up to the sky, and at that moment, there was no other sound in the entire world.

They were all warriors who had fought alongside Rider, or famous generals who had left behind countless legends. Apart from them, the most eye-catching one was the handsome man with flowing blond hair beside Rider.

Rider laughed loudly and turned to look at his army: "My warriors, my dear friends, my proudest subjects, the enemy has the merit of slaughtering gods, so they don't take us seriously. What should we do?"

In response to the king's call, the illusory images on the sand dunes not far away gradually materialized. Rows and rows of neatly aligned figures appeared one after another. It was a huge army. Although many of them had different equipment, resulting in a slightly messy appearance, their strong bodies and fearless spirits showed that they were all brave and good at fighting.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill—"

The black mass of soldiers charged forward like a tide. The earth was shaking, the air was solidifying, and the sky was shaking, but they had only one enemy.

"One man fighting against thousands of troops, this is the romance of a wizard!" Duke smiled brightly, holding a sword in each hand, facing the dark army of the king, he lowered his body and rushed forward.

One hundred meters... fifty meters... ten meters... five meters...

It was under such circumstances that the two sides collided heavily with each other in the midst of flying sand, like waves hitting rocks.

(End of this chapter)