A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 1202 1195. King and King

What can be called the main part of the Fuyuki Civic Hall is the large concert hall covering the first to third floors. Kirei placed the body of the dead android on the stage that had been fully decorated and was just waiting for the first performance.

There was an obvious foreign body sensation inside its soft abdominal cavity. Perhaps the Holy Grail mixed with the organs is returning to its original form. Although Kirei can now cut open the abdominal cavity and take it out, he is not in a hurry. As long as one more Servant's soul is recovered, the exterior should automatically collapse and reveal the Holy Grail. All he has to do is wait.

Archer confronts Rider on the bridge, and Berserker stops Saber in the underground parking lot. Everything was smooth sailing. There was no one to disturb Kirei now.

He left the concert hall and went into the hallway. Suddenly, black smoke filled the air. The starting point of the fire should be the underground battlefield. Judging by the depth of the smell, it appeared the fire had spread to various parts of the building. However, all external communication lines, including the fire alarm, have been cut off. As long as the flames do not spill out of the building, they will not be noticed by nearby residents.

With every step I took, my mood became more and more exciting, and I couldn't help but blurt out the holy words of blessing.

——Lord revive my soul, please guide me to the right path except Allah. Even if I walk in the valley of death, I will not be afraid of the devil, for God is with me -

He is here. Now I must meet him.

Emiya Kiritsugu was nearby. Just as Kirei longed for his arrival, he was also pursuing Kirei.

The flames had dispersed the darkness, swaying and dancing throughout the corridors. The heat caressed Kirei's cheek, but he didn't care. The blood boiling in his heart was hotter than the flames.

Kirei now felt blessed for the first time. God, who had never favored him in his life, finally gave him a revelation.

What he pursues is the expression of hatred and the joy of fighting.

—Your rod and whip soothe me. You give me a banquet in the presence of my enemies, you anoint my head with oil, and your overflowing cup will keep your favor with me forever—

The tongues of fire ran along the wall and up to the ceiling, turning into a signpost leading to purgatory, inviting the two men.

They advanced silently, marched high-spirited, and headed towards the duel without hesitation.

So, they met on the underground floor - the large props warehouse directly below the stage.

On the other side of the billowing black smoke, Emiya Kiritsugu saw a slender figure wearing robes.

On the other side of the steaming steam, Kotomine Kirei saw the black coat of his old enemy.

The light of the black key held in his hand reflected the light of the magic gun body.

Both of them were aware of the murderous intent, and both had already become aware of the intensity.

Then, words for communication are no longer needed.

The two finally looked at each other directly, and they understood a conclusion at the same time.

Seven Masters. Seven Servants. Those are just so-called "conditions".

For Emiya Kiritsugu, this war is——

For Kotomine Kirei, the entire battlefield in Fuyuki City is——

Everything exists to defeat the enemy in front of you.

In the raging flames, the sword edge was leaping.

Three on the left and three on the right, the agent pulled out a total of six black keys and rushed forward.

The assassin's gun was aimed at the shadow approaching in the wind.

Here and now, the final showdown began silently.

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I saw a burst of flying sand and rocks, and the "King's Army" rushed over with earth-shattering momentum.

Although the enemy is at hand, the Hero King Gilgamesh shows no fear.

The bright red eyes looking directly at this spectacular scene were full of joy. This is an extraordinary feeling that only a king who has enjoyed all the glory in the world can understand.

In fact, Archer was secretly happy.

I was summoned to this time and space, but I just repeated this farce called war every day. Already bored, he finally met the "rival" he recognized.

That Rider challenge is worthy of my all-out effort.

"The dream is lofty, and the ambition is to dominate... This enthusiasm is indeed worthy of praise. But soldiers, do you understand? The so-called dream has to wake up one day."

Archer used the key in his hand to open the treasure house in the void. However, he did not unfold the "King's Treasure" and only took out a mere sword.

"Because of this, I will definitely block your way, King of Conquerors."

——Can this weapon really be called a "sword"?

It's just too weird. It has both a hilt and a guard, and is similar in length to an ordinary long sword. But the most critical "sword body" part is far from a sword in the traditional sense. I saw three sections of cylinders tightly connected, and the flat blades were twisted into a spiral shape. The three cylinders slowly wound together like a chain, rotating and extending.

Yes, it can no longer be called a sword. Something that was born long before the concept of "sword" appeared in the world, it is impossible to take the shape of a sword. It was made by God before he created man, and it was the manifestation of divinity that witnessed the creation of the world.

I saw three segments of the millstone-like cylinder echoing the movements of the celestial sphere, each rubbing and rotating with a weight and strength that rivaled the changes in the earth's crust. The expanding magic power rolling out was simply immeasurable.

"Come and put an end to your endless dream. I will personally show you the laws of the world."

Archer's arm was raised high above his head, and the initial sword began to slowly speed up. Every lap faster, faster...

Witnessing all this, Rider, who instinctively felt the danger was approaching, raised his reins and urged Bucephalus.

"Let's go!"

It doesn't hurt to give the initiative to Archer. But he was only allowed to deliver one blow. Before he could take any follow-up actions, the "King's Army" would trample the golden silhouette to death.

The key, then, is how to survive the first blow. The opponent was Archer, who was proud of his unparalleled treasure. He must have a reason to bet on this attack.

Anti-army treasure?

A treasure against the city?

Or maybe it's a sniper-type anti-personnel weapon. Does the opponent plan to capture the thief first and capture the king first, and kill the charging Rider in one fell swoop...

"Boom" roared with the sound of a hurricane, and expanded magic power burst out from Archer's sword hilt.

"Wake up, EmumaElish. The stage is set to suit you!"

EmumaElish - In ancient Mesopotamian mythology, he is the god of "heaven" and "middle" in charge of the earth and water.

The "Sword of Oblivion" as he called it was the original sword that witnessed the creation of the world in the age of mythology. The task assigned to its blade was to split the chaotic sky and earth in half and give it a precise shape.

Now, the proudly whirling Divine Sword whips up gusts of strong wind, and is preparing to repeat the miracle of creation. The golden hero king declared proudly. "Look carefully - this is the 'star that opens up the sky and the earth'!"

The sky is screaming and the earth is roaring.

The expanding magic beam shook the laws of the universe and surged out.

Archer swung his sword down, not aiming at anyone at all.

There is no need to target anyone anymore. What the blade of the deviant sword cuts apart is by no means limited to any "enemies".

In front of Rider, who was galloping on horseback, the earth cracked open, revealing a bottomless abyss.

"Well!?"

Rider immediately sensed the danger at his feet, but the momentum of the galloping Bucephalus was too strong and no one could stop it.

"Woo——"

Seeing that the fate of falling into the abyss was inevitable, Weber gritted his teeth and swallowed the scream. Having said that, this danger was simply not worth mentioning in the eyes of the horse and rider he dismounted.

"what!"

With a wave of Rider's reins, the horse's hind hooves kicked hard and leaped high into the air.

The jumping and floating in the air made people sweat deeply. Just when Weber thought that this moment would last indefinitely, Bucephalus had once again set foot on the land on the other side.

There was little time for them to breathe. When Weber saw the tragic situation of the following cavalry, his face turned pale.

The Praetorian Guards, whose mounts were inferior to those of Bucephalus, failed to cross the chasm and fell helplessly into the abyss of hell like an avalanche. Although the cavalry at the rear stopped at the last moment and escaped, the tragedy had just begun.

"Boy, hurry up!"

Rider shouted, hugged Weber and tightly grasped Bucephalus' mane.

Just when the Shenma, aware of the crisis, retreated to a safe place, the cracks in the ground widened, swallowing up the surrounding land and the cavalry.

No - not just the earth. The cracks extended from the ground level to the void, distorting the space, causing the atmosphere to flow upward, and the strong winds blowing everything around to the end of the void.

"This, this is..."

Even the Conqueror King was shocked and speechless by this scene.

The sword of disobedience wielded by the King of Heroes pierced not only the earth, but the entire world, including the sky, with that blow. Its attack can no longer be described in terms of whether it hits or not and how powerful it is. Soldiers, horses, sand, sky - everything that relied on the severed space was drawn into the whirlpool leading to nothingness and disappeared.

Just as Bucephalus braced his four hooves and tried his best to resist the vacuum pressure difference, the hot sand land generated by the "King's Army" was cracking and crumbling all the time, like sand that was about to flow out. flow like a stone into the abyss of nothingness.

Before the sword fell, everything was just a meaningless chaos——

After the sword was swung, new laws separated the sky, sea and earth.

The turbulent power that created the world rushed out, which had already exceeded the scope of the city's Noble Phantasm. Everything visible and invisible fell apart under this unparalleled power. This is the true face of the "Anti-realm Noble Phantasm" that makes the King of Heroes claim to be a transcendent.

The sky fell, the earth cracked, and everything returned to nothingness. In the endless darkness, only Archer's deviant sword shines brightly. Its light is like the opening star that illuminates the new world, announcing the end of destruction.

Neither Rider nor Webber were able to witness this. Rider's unique barrier is maintained by the total magic power of all summoned heroic spirits. Before the entire world disappeared completely, the barrier that lost half of the troops had already cracked, and the distorted laws of the universe returned to their proper form.

Then, as if waking up from a dream, Bucephalus carrying the two men landed on the Fuyuki Ohashi Bridge at night.

On the other side of the bridge, the golden Archer stood in front of them with a smile. The positional relationship between the two sides has not changed at all, and the entire battle situation seems to have been traced back to the beginning.

The only thing that could confirm the change was the deviant sword in Archer's hand that was still spinning and roaring.

The fatal change that cannot be ignored is that Rider's ace "King's Army" has disappeared.

"Rider..."

Seeing his Master looking up at him with a pale face, the tall Servant asked solemnly.

"So, there is something important that I haven't asked you yet."

"……Why?"

"Webber Velvet, are you willing to serve me as my servant?"

Weber's whole body was shaking with excitement. Then, tears poured out like a flood from a dam.

Although I knew it would never be possible, I still secretly looked forward to this problem. There is no need to think about the answer at all. It is hidden deep in my heart like a treasure.

"You are-"

The boy who was called by his first name for the first time ignored the tears on his cheeks, puffed out his chest and answered unwaveringly.

"——You are my king. I swear to serve you and die for you. Please guide me forward and let me see the same dream."

Hearing the other party swearing like this, the domineering king smiled slightly. This smile is the ultimate praise and reward for my subordinates.

"okay."

Just when he was feeling happy and elated - Weber's body really took off.

"……Why?"

The king lifted the boy's short body from Bucephalus's back and slowly placed it on the concrete road. Without the support of the horse's back, his vision returned to its original height, and Waver once again realized how short he was, and his heart was full of doubts.

"It is your duty as a king to show where the dream is. And it is your duty as a minister to witness the end of the dream and pass it on to future generations forever."

On the saddle that seemed so high and unreachable, the Conqueror smiled heartily and gave the order resolutely.

"Live, Weber. Witness all this, pass on the way of survival as a king, and pass on Iskandar's galloping heroic appearance."

Bucephalus neighed loudly to express his encouragement - was it the king who was about to die, or the ministers who had heavy responsibilities on their shoulders?

Weber leaned down and never raised his head again. To Iskandar, this was a sign of approval. No words are needed anymore. From today until the end of time, the king's heroic figure will guide his subjects, and they will be loyal to this memory. Before such vows, separation becomes meaningless. Under Iskandar's command, the bond between the king and his subjects has transcended time and space and has become eternal.

"Come, let's go to war, Iskandar!"

The Conquering King clamped his horse's belly and began the final gallop. I saw him glaring angrily at the enemy who was taking his time, and let out a roar of tearing silk.

He is a strategist, so he naturally knows that the outcome has already been decided. However, "that" and "this" are completely different things. The Conquering King Iskandar had no choice but to charge forward towards the golden heroic spirit.