Shirou's clones number 30 million

Having heard Nero sing more than once, he was mentally prepared for this.

While Nero's singing scenes are very entertaining, they are also quite harsh on the ears.

"It's finally over."

"Did you know from the beginning that His Majesty Nero's singing wasn't good?" Sakura asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I've had the privilege of hearing it a few times before."

Does His Majesty Nero know that he is a bad singer?

"know."

Sakura looked puzzled, thought for a few seconds, and asked again:

"Knowing full well that you can't sing well, yet stubbornly believing that your singing is art?"

"That's right, this is Nero."

Shirou smiled and shook his head, adding in his mind:

A willful and extremely narcissistic person.

Chapter Seventeen: Rome! Rome!

Section 17, Chapter Seventeen: Rome! Rome!

Inside the arena.

After Irisviel and Taiga Fujimura left, just as Nero was about to announce the end of the Nero Festival, a bullock cart flashing with blue lightning suddenly appeared in the sky.

The oxcart stopped, and Iskandar put down the Weber he was carrying, laughing loudly as he said:

"I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, who has descended upon this Holy Grail War as the Rider class."

"Emperor Nero of Rome, I am very satisfied with the festival you have brought."

"I hereby acknowledge you as my enemy. It would be a wonderful thing to be able to fight you."

At this point, he suddenly turned to his side and rear, raised his hands high, and shouted in a voice that resounded through the heavens:

"Such an interesting festival, all the heroic spirits must be watching!"

"Now, all the heroic spirits summoned by the Holy Grail, let us gather together!"

"Those cowards who are afraid to show themselves will be despised by me, the Conqueror King Iskandar!"

The next moment, a golden light descended from the sky, and Gilgamesh, the Servant wearing golden armor, landed on the field.

"I never expected that two of these rats, who ignored my existence and called themselves kings, would suddenly appear overnight."

“What you’re saying doesn’t make sense. I, Iskandar, am the well-known King of Conquerors.”

At this point, Iskandar glanced at Nero and smiled:

"And this Roman emperor has gained my approval; he is an enemy I must conquer."

"What a joke! The only true hero who deserves to be called a king is me. All the others are just some insignificant nobodys."

"Since we've already come this far, why don't you tell me your name first?"

"Ask me? How dare this lowly bastard ask me..."

Before he could finish speaking, a golden longsword suddenly appeared out of thin air in Gilgamesh's hand, his face contorted in a grimace of rage.

“Bastard…! Tokiomi!! How dare you commit such an act of disrespect… You piece of trash! Can’t you even protect yourself? You piece of trash…”

However, despite his constant cursing, the long sword in his hand still uncontrollably slashed towards his neck.

puff!

The longsword sliced ​​across his neck, blood spurted out, the cursing abruptly stopped, and Gilgamesh's entire body transformed into spiritual particles and gradually disappeared.

He never gave his name until the very end.

Iskandar stared at him blankly for a long while before he came to his senses and said with a serious expression:

"It seems there's something wrong with his Master."

After waiting a while, he shouted again:

"Besides the golden-haired servant who just spoke disrespectfully, are there any other servants who dare to come and join us?"

One second, two seconds...

After about ten seconds, having realized that no Servant had appeared, Iskandar shook his head in disappointment.

"No good, they're all cowards who don't dare to show their faces."

"It's truly disappointing that someone has set up such a grand stage, yet no one dares to perform on it."

Having said that, he turned to Nero and laughed loudly, saying:

“I heard of your name recently, Emperor Nero of Rome. Before that, I thought you were a tyrannical and incompetent ruler.”

"But now, I acknowledge your existence."

"In this Holy Grail War, you are my greatest enemy."

Nero chuckled softly and asked:

"You're quite interesting. Do you want to challenge me here?"

“Of course!” Iskandar replied without hesitation. “I really like your city. I’ll take it over and make it my base.”

“If you’re so capable, then come and try.” Nero looked at him defiantly.

Iskandar drew his short sword, raised it high, and shouted with boundless pride:

"This journey has been truly disappointing, but the encounter with the Roman Emperor makes it all worthwhile."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light burst forth from him.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed from the arena to an endless desert.

At the same time, a series of synchronized footsteps sounded behind him.

In the shadow of the sandstorm, a large army appeared behind Iskandar.

In front of Iskandar lies a large city.

Nero stood alone, leaning on his sword, surveying the vast army of Iskandar. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"My unparalleled army! Our enemy this time is the Roman Emperor Nero. Let us have a great and satisfying battle!"

Iskandar mounted his horse, his sword aimed directly at Nero.

Behind him came the soldiers' unified shouts:

"Victory is certain! Victory is certain!!"

Seeing this scene, Nero's smile vanished, and he too spoke loudly:

"I do not like fighting, but when faced with an invading army, I will definitely be on the front line."

"I am not a qualified general. Many of the glorious achievements are due to Wang Fu. But no matter how powerful the enemy is, I will never back down."

"I love art, flowers, food, and hunting, but my favorite place is Rome."

“I am Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire, and I am Rome.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Nero's army emerged from the city and formed square formations.

"When foreign enemies invade, Rome is behind us. There is only one thing we can do, and that is to win."

"Rome! Rome!!"

The army behind Nero also erupted in a deafening roar.

This confrontational scene made Iskandar burst into laughter.

"Hahaha... No wonder he is the only enemy I acknowledge in this expedition."

"The enemy are warriors who protect their homeland, while we are invaders who have come from afar. This campaign is not in the right, but that doesn't matter."

"Defeat the Roman army, seize that glorious city, let's go!"

Iskandar, wielding a short sword and riding a black warhorse, charged forward first.

Behind him, dust billowed as the Macedonian army followed closely.

Nero looked on with a hint of surprise as he saw the approaching army.

What's going on here? Are they going to start a group fight?

Without any tactical arrangements or troop deployments, they just charge forward in a swarm. Is this what war is all about?

Even if I am not a qualified general, I cannot possibly lose to an army like this.

The next instant, Nero suddenly realized that his opponent was different from him after all, and did not have any skills to reduce the mana consumption of his Noble Phantasm.

Normally, a barrier of this size would consume a great deal of magic power.

Therefore, the reason for rushing forward like this without any tactical planning is simply because the magic doesn't support it.

"Go! Let them see the Roman way of fighting."

"Yes, Your Majesty Nero."

The archers led the way, and after three volleys of arrows, they retreated behind the shield bearers.

The Macedonian army had lost a large number of soldiers who were at the forefront of the charge.

Weber, left behind by the army, stared in disbelief at the scene in the distance.

Although it's not very clear, it's quite obvious that our side is at a disadvantage.

Both sides have the same problem with their Noble Phantasms, but the opponent seems to be preparing for a protracted battle, while Rider seems a bit impatient.

The reason is simple: my magic power is insufficient.

Realizing this, Waver gritted his teeth, activated the Command Spell, and spoke at the loudest volume he had ever uttered:

"Conqueror King, victory is assured."

"Conqueror King, surely..."