Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Inherent Barrier: King's Army Force

Rank: EX; Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

Iskandar's true trump card, and also his ultimate Noble Phantasm. A Reality Marble that allows him to continuously summon his former subordinates as independent Servants to fight against the enemy.

All members of the Legion are genuine Heroic Spirits, but due to the Conqueror King's abilities, the Legion members do not possess Noble Phantasms, nor are they assigned to specific classes, so none of them have class-related skills.

There are also a few heroic spirits among them who are stronger than Iskandar himself. This is because although Iskandar's achievements were great, his personal combat strength was not that outstanding.

The entire legion possessed a illustrious reputation, and some of its members were even the founders of future dynasties. Even Alexander's beloved horse, Busephalas, was summoned as a spirit. It can be seen as the crystallization of the bond between Alexander and his men.

Furthermore, the magical power used to maintain the enchanted barrier after deployment is shared by all members of the army. Each member of the army possesses an "Independent Action" skill equivalent to level E-.

Information flashed through his mind, but only when the new moon stood on the hot sands did he realize how pale words truly were.

Everyone, including Shuoyue, stared wide-eyed at the mirage-like shadows that appeared around them.

There wasn't just one shadow; two, four... The indistinct horse-riding figures multiplied exponentially as they formed ranks. Gradually, those figures gained color and a sense of three-dimensionality.

"The reason why this world and this landscape can take concrete form is because it is the mental image of all of us."

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the cavalrymen materialized one by one around Iskandar. Although their races and equipment differed, they were all robust, their gleaming armor adorned with extraordinary heroic spirit, as if vying with each other in style, both magnificent and valiant.

They were all renowned warriors who had fought alongside the great Alexander the Great.

"Behold, my unparalleled army!"

At this moment, the Conqueror King raised his arms and proudly boasted about his large cavalry force.

"Even though their bodies are destroyed and their souls are gathered by the [World] as Heroic Spirits, they still remain loyal to me, the legendary warriors!"

Never had I imagined this king would display such a ferocious and gleeful expression. Yet, as the red-haired giant spread his arms, his unparalleled domineering aura swept over us like a sandstorm:

"My bond with them is my greatest treasure, my kingly way, and the most prized treasure of me, Iskandar—'The Army of the King'!"

"oh--!"

Spears and halberds stood tall, and countless soldiers and generals roared loudly, their fiery eyes always following the overlord at the forefront.

A horse, the only one not ridden, approached. It was an exceptionally strong and powerful steed, a beast in the making. Though not human, its strength was no less than that of the other heroic spirits.

"Long time no see, buddy."

With a childlike, innocent smile, he tightly embraced the giant horse's neck with both hands. This was Busephalas, the legendary horse that would later be revered and deified. Under the Conqueror King, even horses were qualified to become heroic spirits.

Everyone was speechless with astonishment. Faced with this impressive army, even those present would have refrained from their sneers and mockery.

They are a group of heroes who pin everything on the dream of the king and once followed the king to roam the earth.

The Conqueror King materialized the undying loyalty of the people after their deaths, transforming it into his most precious treasure.

Her whole body trembled. It wasn't that she was afraid of the power of the Noble Phantasm, but rather that the Noble Phantasm itself had shaken the very foundation of her honor as the King of Knights.

Unwavering and wholehearted support—

The profound emotional bond between him and his retainers, which even transformed into a Noble Phantasm—

The treasure that the ideal king could never obtain in his entire life—

Armor Leaf, also pulled into the barrier, trembled. The Black Knight withdrew his gaze from the towering royal army and stared intently at the blond-haired, blue-eyed man beside him, who appeared somewhat vulnerable.

And on horseback, looking back, he proudly gazes upon the tangible manifestation of his life:

"A true king is someone who lives the most exciting life, someone who fascinates everyone!"

"Indeed! Indeed! Indeed!"

The neatly arrayed heroic spirits responded to his words, striking their shields in unison and cheering.

"Only the one who embodies the envy of all warriors and guides others forward can be a king!"

Filled with overwhelming confidence and honor, Conqueror King surveyed everything around him.

"Therefore, the king is not alone, for his great ambition is the convergence of the desires of all his subjects!"

"Indeed! Indeed! Indeed!"

The heroic spirits' unified shouts shook the earth and soared to the heavens. No matter how powerful the army or how thick the city walls, they could not defeat the conqueror king's comrades. Their fervent fighting spirit was enough to cleave the sky and shatter the earth.

"Huff...ha...huff...ha..."

Meiyou stood beside Shuoyue and could clearly hear her brother's increasingly heavy breathing.

Is it because of nervousness? Or because of fear?

"Miyu, reach out your hand."

"Huh? Okay."

The young man stretched out his small hand and was grabbed by Shuoyue. The icy sensation that came through the hand finally brought some clarity back to his mind, and he slowly calmed down.

Those eyes were fixed intently on the vast army before them, never leaving their eyes.

Golden desert, golden sunlight, golden eyes... Hidden beneath the dazzling gold is a burning fighting spirit that is almost ready to ignite.

A thought lingered in his mind, refusing to dissipate.

How wonderful it would be to face Iskandar's army of kings alone in my prime...

"New Moon." Someone patted him on the shoulder.

Shuoyue turned her head abruptly, her overly intense gaze forcing Yanye to take a few steps back: "What... is wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," the young man replied simply, then turned back to examine Wang Zhijun's forces, like a hunter searching for its next prey. "Speak quickly if you have something to say."

Yan Ye also noticed that Shuo Yue's condition was not right, so he quickened his pace, "Judging from our current position, it seems they intend to use the King's Army to wipe us out in one fell swoop, so..."

“I already knew about this.” Shuoyue interrupted Yanye’s words rather rudely and said with a sneer, “It’s not here. Since the King of Conquerors chose to use his Noble Phantasm, given his arrogance, he naturally wouldn’t just target you. And that Gilgamesh didn’t enter the barrier, which obviously means he saw through the plan and was too lazy to join the melee.”

As if in response to what Shuoyue had said, he raised the Cyprus Sword high and shouted:

"And those Masters who participated in the Holy Grail War, vying for the Holy Grail alongside me! Let us begin!"

"As you can see, our manifested battlefield is a plain. Although we have the advantage due to our larger numbers, you possess three, no, four, heroic spirits capable of taking on a thousand men each!"

"Come, if you have the ability, break through my Noble Phantasm and show me your will! But if you cannot even defeat my army, then give up the pursuit of the Holy Grail, perish beneath this scorching sandy land, and become my spoils and glory!"

The next moment, he took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"Ruin it—"

!!

A deafening roar of battle erupted as countless soldiers charged forward like an overwhelming tide of death, threatening to engulf the six men in front.

After deviating from the original story's trajectory, Iskandar the Conqueror used his royal army for the first time, attempting to fight three opponents alone!

Chapter 131 The troops split into two groups, each displaying their unique abilities!

The mighty soldiers marched forward with powerful strides, preceded by a skirmish line of Thracian javelin throwers and Cretan archers, with the left flank protected by Greek heavy cavalry. The right flank was spearheaded by guard cavalry, flanked by guard infantry linking up with the Macedonian close formation.

This is the Macedonian phalanx that swept across Europe and was invincible!

At the very center of the infantry phalanx and the cavalry support formation was the king's royal carriage, with Busephalas, the steed that had ascended to the status of a heroic spirit alongside the king, leaping forward first.

Subsequently, the legendary warriors, founding monarchs, and soldiers who were both heroic spirits and followed them also appeared one after another.

Padicas, Commander-in-Chief of the Companion Cavalry.

Critus, the Macedonian general nicknamed "White Hair";

Antigonus, one of the greatest commanders of the Hellenistic era, was known as the "God of War."

Aristotle, the greatest philosopher and scientist in Greek history.

Alexander the Great's deputy commander, Ptolemy I, the founding pharaoh of the Ptolemaic dynasty.

……

Among these warriors, some were hostile to one another, and even after Iskandar's death, they fought each other endlessly. But when the king's call sounded, they all opened their eyes from the Throne of Heroes and stood together in this land of hot sand, surrounding the one and only king in their hearts.

Looking proudly at the familiar faces, Iskandar slowly spoke: "Padikas, bring me victory!"

"As ordered!"

“My lord, let me go with Perdiccas!” A handsome general stepped forward and bowed to request permission.

He also led the Companion Cavalry and was a highly talented reserve officer—his talent in this regard played a crucial role when Alexander's army crossed the Gondrosian desert.

Whenever Alexander was leading the charge, he always had him command the army alongside other generals to prevent any loopholes.

His name is Hephaestion!

After a brief silence, Iskandar, looking into Hephaestion's resolute eyes, finally sighed softly and nodded:

"Then you must come back safely, my dearest friend."

"Yes!"

Two generals, each leading their companion cavalry, stepped forward. After exchanging a glance, Hephaestion took the lead, with Perdiccas close behind, supporting each other.

Behind them, the elite Macedonian Royal Guard cavalry, also known as the "Companion Cavalry," broke out of their main formation and charged forward in an orderly fashion with the two generals. Although they were charging, their formation remained perfectly intact, with no one falling behind or making a mistake.

As the targets of the cavalry's campaign, Shuoyue and the others naturally noticed this small force that had been dispatched.

"The two leading figures are Hephaestion and Perdiccas." Consulting the information provided by the Compendium of Fate, Shuoyue recalled the knowledge from the history books and recited their information, "After Hephaestion's death, Perdiccas took over his position—meaning that they are both experts in commanding these elite cavalry."

"In other words, the decapitation operation requires killing both of them simultaneously... That's too difficult." He frowned.

“After all, our side doesn’t align well with the King’s army,” Shuoyue said. “Even if Miyu’s magic cannon is powerful, it can’t sweep away an entire cavalry unit, let alone truly make a difference. Only your holy sword can really be effective…”

“No, no.” Artoria shook her head, her emerald eyes sharply fixed on the tall, long-haired man beside her. This man was keeping a straight face, constantly issuing orders to disperse the army, yet they were always able to support each other.

“That’s Eumenes.” Shuoyue noticed the doubt. “His military leadership is undeniable, but other generals looked down on him because he wasn’t Macedonian and was just a private secretary. He was eventually killed by the defection of his soldiers. Even so, since he was there, I’m afraid he would have shown his terrifying skills without reservation.”

“Yes, I can sense the changes in the army formation. This man named Omenis has expanded the power of the priesthood to every corner of the army... I'm afraid the ‘Sword of Excalibur’ won't achieve very effective results.”

Excalibur is an A++ rank anti-city Noble Phantasm, powerful enough to blast away even a sturdy structure like a castle. However, it is not an anti-nation Noble Phantasm, and its range is insufficient to affect all the 'King's Army', let alone the fact that the Emperor's priestly order could weaken her Noble Phantasm with divine magic.

"Hey, have you finished discussing? They're almost here!" Yan Ye said urgently.

The thunderous sound of hooves and the blinding glint of the longswords in the cavalrymen's hands filled the air.

But Shuoyue seemed oblivious to the threat ahead and continued their conversation:

"We cannot completely destroy the King's army."