My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

She knew this was probably the final battle...

Chapter 409 Deadly Intent in the Sky

"Sister Hui, are you leaving?" Xiaoying tugged at Hui's sleeve, her voice pleading, "Can you not leave?"

The time she spent with Hui was the happiest and most relaxing time of the year for her. Most importantly, being by Hui's side gave her a warm feeling, like coming home!

Sakura naively thought that if she really had such an older sister, it wouldn't matter even if she lost her parents.

She was unaware that this was her "virtual" attribute's affinity for Hui.

Looking at this adorable little girl, especially her sensitive heart, Hui's heart softened, and she almost nodded in agreement.

But Hui's rationality tells her that she is ultimately just a passerby in this world.

Moreover, if you were to take Sakura with you, even if she had the ability, would it be a good thing to take her away from this world where her family is?

Finally, Hui said directly, "Sakura, your sister Hui has something important to do."

Will you come back in the future?

"..."

Hui didn't know how to answer; she knew that once she left, she would never return.

Seeing that Hui remained silent, Xiaoying instantly understood.

"Can I take Sakura with me?" Sakura pleaded, hugging Kei and crying.

Hui knelt down and wiped away the tears from Xiaoying's eyes: "Xiaoying, a girl's tears are reserved for the boy she likes. You will meet a boy in the future who is willing to shed tears for you. At that time, you should cry more. This is a girl's privilege!"

Sakura seemed to understand, but not quite.

In her adorable state, Hui shot out the window and disappeared into the vast night.

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A residential house in Fuyuki City.

Iskandar and Weber also saw the signal floating in the air.

“This arrangement is… 4 and 7 in different colors… it represents ‘achievement’ and ‘victory’, right?” Waver explained. “Lighting this smoke signal means… does it mean the outcome of the Holy Grail War is already decided? But that direction, it’s not the Tohsaka family, nor the Matou family, so who lit this smoke signal?”

"In other words, there's some impatient fellow who couldn't wait to start singing his triumphant song. This is practically a provocation, saying, 'Come find me if you're not satisfied.'" Iskandar put away his frivolous attitude. "It seems like tonight will be the final battle."

His blood boiled, he drew his longsword from his waist, pointed it domineeringly at the sky, and roared: "Then, since I've decided to go to the battlefield, I must go in a way that does not bring shame to the Rider class!"

As he spoke, a thunderous roar erupted from the sky, which was cloudless, and a crackling bolt of lightning descended from the heavens, striking the tip of his sword.

The lightning power at the tip of the sword combined with his magic to form a spherical ball of high-density energy, opening a portal to the [King's Army] on the grass in front of him.

"Come out, my beloved horse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a spirited black steed leaped out from a portal of light, neighing loudly.

Iskandar flipped over and mounted his horse, saying to Weber below, "Kid, it's a bit bumpy compared to the chariot... huh?"

Weber stood motionless to the side.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up," Iskandar urged.

Weber remained standing, shaking his head at Iskandar: "From now on, only the truly strong will be allowed to participate in the battles."

Having said that, he raised his right hand and chanted, "My follower, Waver Velvet, by commandment, Rider, you shall surely achieve final victory!"

As Waver finished speaking, the Command Seals in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and one of the three Command Seals disappeared.

"By the Command Spell, Rider, you must obtain the Holy Grail!"

One of the Command Seals disappeared again.

"Finally, I will reply with a Command Spell: Rider, you must conquer the world, and you cannot fail!"

After Weber finished reading all the commands, the Command Seals in his hand disappeared in the next second.

From then on, Waver withdrew from the Holy Grail War.

However, at this moment, magic surged, and although the three Command Seals could not fulfill such a vague command, they were transformed into powerful magic, all of which was added to Iskandar.

"From this day forward, Rider, I will no longer be your Master. Go now, go anywhere. Someone like me... I..."

Webber turned away, not daring to look at Iskandar, and his words came out in broken sentences. However, before he could finish speaking, Iskandar lifted Webber up.

"Of course I'll be leaving soon, but since you've given me such a long-winded order, you should be prepared to witness all of this!" Iskandar placed Weber on the saddle.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot... I'm telling you, I've lost my Command Seals and given up my Master status! Why are you still taking me with you!" Waver shouted as Iskandar placed him on the saddle to cover up his lack of confidence.

“Even if you are not my Master, there is no doubt that you are… my friend!” Iskandar explained earnestly.

Weber was stunned. After a long while, he choked up and said, "Someone like me... is it really possible?"

“You’ve been to the battlefield with me several times already, and you’re still saying this now.” Iskandar patted Webber on the shoulder.

Weber was so moved that tears streamed down his face, snot and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Seeing Waver's comical appearance, Iskandar chuckled and then shouted, "Let's go! I'll go and respond to your first Command Spell first!"

Having said that, Iskandar spurred his warhorse toward the location of the beacon fire.

However, when they crossed the Mienkawa Bridge, they were stopped by Gilgamesh.

Iskandar's eyes sharpened; he knew a fierce battle was about to begin.

He dismounted and walked slowly toward Gilgamesh. The two did not immediately clash, but instead began to drink.

This is a battle of kings; courtesy must precede force.

"Where did your prized chariot go?" Gilgamesh asked casually.

He felt no pressure at all. While Iskandar's "Army of Kings" was impressive, he possessed the Anti-World Noble Phantasm "Ea" (Star of Divergence).

(Enuma Elish)

Even without using the [Creation Star] to break through the boundary, its power in reality is equal to, or even stronger than, Artoria's "Excalibur".

The only one who could surpass him in terms of Noble Phantasm was that bug-level alien goddess.

But she was already dead.

The only threat is gone.

What else does he have to be afraid of!

Iskandar scratched his beard and said, "This... was ruined by Saber, isn't that infuriating? But your hand, it's healed!"

Iskandar looked at Gilgamesh's intact arm; he remembered that Gilgamesh's hand had been cut off by that goddess.

Gilgamesh proudly brandished his undamaged left arm a few times and said arrogantly, "This is the offering of a newly sworn subject."

In fact, it was Kirei Kotomine who used up a Command Seal to restore his arm.

Previously, Gilgamesh's Master was Tokiomi Tohsaka.

Tokiomi Tohsaka was naturally unwilling to waste his precious Command Seals on such a trivial matter as healing.

After all, Gilgamesh's fighting style doesn't require the use of both hands, so even if he loses one hand, or even both hands, it won't affect his combat power.

Gilgamesh then looked at Iskandar, his eyes revealing displeasure: "I should have informed you that I was going to defeat you in your full power."

Iskandar's magical energy surged, and he said confidently, "Indeed, my armor has been somewhat depleted, but it is precisely because Iskandar tonight is not perfect that he has surpassed perfection!"

“I see.” Gilgamesh sensed the other party’s abundant magical power. “It seems you didn’t come before me without any chance of winning.”

After saying that, the two looked at each other and then clinked their glasses together.

After finishing their last drink, the two turned away and tossed their empty glasses into the air.

Iskandar returned to his warhorse, mounted it, raised his sword high, and roared, "Gather, my brethren! Tonight, we will etch our heroic image upon the greatest legend!"

The barrier instantly opened, enveloping the three people on the bridge, and they disappeared.

None of the three noticed that they were thousands of meters above the bridge in the pitch black sky.

Hui stood on the back of a black ghost in the form of a winged human, witnessing everything that happened on the bridge from beginning to end.

Especially upon seeing the blue halo emitted when the Reality Barrier opened, Hui's lips curled up slightly: "Very good, the opportunity has arrived."

As soon as she finished speaking, another black phantom resembling a winged human quickly took shape beside Hui, then swooped down and flew down until it landed on the crossbeam of the bridge.

The Black Phantom is a product of another world.

There was no human presence or magical fluctuation; neither magicians nor heroic spirits could detect his existence.

The only observable sight also became invisible under the cover of night.

Thus, the black phantom was perfectly concealed on the bridge beam, waiting for the person inside the bounded field to emerge...

Chapter 410 Success

Reality Marble is a type of magic that rewrites reality using the user's "mental landscape." It is the closest thing to "magic" and is listed as a forbidden spell in the Mage's Association.

It was originally a subspecies of "illusory materialization," a barrier that shapes the caster's mental world and erodes the real world.

However, unlike "illusionary materialization", the form of "prophetic barrier" cannot be freely determined.

It can only be formed from the caster's unique inner self, and the caster cannot control the formation of the barrier.

And within Iskandar's inherent barrier—the Army of the Kings.

Under the blazing sun, yellow sand filled the sky!

A vast, boundless desert, a desolate sea of ​​sand. Scorching, raging, as far as the eye can see: yellow, yellow, forever a blazing yellow.

This is an ocean of death, but not a forbidden zone for life.

Because a million-strong army, like steel, stands tall in the desert.

The violent whirlwind whipped up sand, which lashed against the soldiers' bare arms, limbs, and faces, and flew into their ears and eyes, but they were completely unaware of it.

The visible heatwave, like a raging fire, baked every soldier. The heat swirled around them, and the sweat dripped onto their armor, making a sizzling sound, but their eyes remained fixed on the front.

This is burning passion, a surging soul, the light of life.

However, Gilgamesh showed no panic in the face of this mighty and invincible army.