The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

But anyone would lose control after learning information that is related to their life or death.

What's more, when you recall your own death filled with regret?

Therefore, Kiana can completely understand Saber.

“Saber, don’t get too distracted. You’ve clearly wavered after hearing his questioning, so you should know... what the consequences will be if this continues.”

After listening to Kiana's gentle and gradual guidance, Artoria's emotions gradually stabilized.

"...I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions."

At this moment, she gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.

So I started to face myself squarely.

Perhaps because he sensed that Saber's aura was much stronger than before, the disdain on the King of Conquerors' face gradually disappeared.

Instead, there is a sense of triumph after the event.

"Hahaha, are you concerned about me? Saber, thank you for your concern, but as a king, I have no doubt about my destiny."

"No doubts whatsoever?"

"Because I know that the king cannot be wrong, and only a king who is invincible can give his subjects hope, make them yearn for the king, and make them become as powerful as the king!"

After saying this, the Conqueror King drew the sword from his waist.

"Let's postpone the final battle for now. Let me deal with all these uninvited guests first, then I'll settle things with you! Let's go, Webber!"

"Oh!"

Weber reached out his hand and let the king pull him onto the horse.

After taking his little Master with him, the Conqueror King roared and charged toward the Hassans in the heart of the desert with his sword.

At this moment, he seemed to relive the heroic spirit he had on the battlefield in his lifetime.

"Ahhh!"

At this moment, tens of thousands of warriors behind them also unleashed an astonishing fighting spirit:

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The roar of tens of thousands of people echoed for a long time in this desolate world, never fading away.

As they charged, the earth began to tremble slightly.

The cavalry at the front relentlessly tore through Hassan's lines, while the infantry behind them hurled spears to annihilate the Hassan clones who tried to escape.

The entire battle unfolded so quickly that it could hardly be called a battle.

"This is slaughter."

Kiana commented.

Because in just a few quick moves, Assassin's personality was completely annihilated.

The speed and ferocity of the King's army's offensive were unparalleled.

It was as if the Conqueror King had forcibly dragged Hassan into an asymmetrical war.

After the massacre ended, the Holy Grail War seemed to become the only two decisive battles.

On one side is Saber, the King of Knights, and on the other is the King of Conquerors, the Rider.

As the final battle progressed, neither side took the initiative to launch an attack.

Saber stands silently on one side of the desolate world, sword in hand.

The Conqueror King then waved his hand to rein in his troops, who then regrouped and prepared to fight.

The two kings gazed at each other from afar.

On one side was an army of tens of thousands.

On the other side, only Kiana was there to assist them.

Judging from sheer momentum, it seems that Artoria's side has already lost completely.

But the Conqueror King was not a foolish brute.

He was also present when they defeated Caster that day.

He was even prepared to step in when the situation looked like it was about to get out of control.

But I didn't expect to be shown up in the end.

"Are they targeting city-level Noble Phantasms?"

Having witnessed Artoria's power, the Conqueror King became wary.

It was precisely because he knew that this Knight King possessed weapons of mass destruction that he had treated him with courtesy since their first meeting.

After all, the strong deserve respect regardless of their stance.

Of course, respect and killing are not related.

At this moment, the Conqueror King felt that he had experienced the feelings of those mythical figures in the legends when facing the final battle.

And now, he was in the midst of a battle that would determine his life or death.

"If we could get everyone off track by then..."

The Conqueror looked at Artoria, his eyes filled with vigilance and a hint of resolute determination, as if he were going to his death.

He wasn't sure if, after unleashing his Noble Phantasm once, that earth-shattering sword strike would still possess the power to annihilate Caster.

But he knew that this battle had to be fought to determine the winner.

Without the boost from this final Noble Phantasm, I probably wouldn't stand a chance.

Therefore... we have no choice but to give it our all!

"Weber".

Having resolved to embark on the final battle, the Conqueror King called out to his Master without turning his head.

"What's wrong, Rider?"

"Although it may seem hasty now, would you be willing to become my subject?"

When the king turned around, his rugged face no longer held the boldness of his past.

The Conqueror King's gaze was calm and composed, as if he were not asking a question, but rather giving instructions for his death.

Upon hearing this voice, Weber's eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.

“I... Weber Velvet, am willing to become your subject, hoping that you can bring me hope, hoping that you can lead us to survive.”

"very good."

After saying this, the Conqueror King made no move, and the Macedonian warrior spirit beside him stepped forward and helped Waver off his horse.

"Then, as the king, I have a task for you. That is to proclaim the king's majesty to the world and tell them that even at the last moment, we did not back down."

Having said that, the Conqueror King turned around, mounted his horse, and rode forward.

As he walked away, without turning back, he added, "Live on, Weber."

And this was the last thing the Conqueror King said to Waver.

"Are you ready, Saber! You're facing tens of thousands of us. If you don't want to die, give it your all!"

Even though he knew Saber might use a blow he couldn't withstand, the King of Conquerors did not deliberately avoid it.

In this final stage, he hoped to completely defeat this renowned King of Knights!

And on the other side of the endless yellow sand.

"The King of Conquerors..."

Artoria drew her sword in response.

Before her stood tens of thousands of heroic spirits.

The scene of Hassan and his men's gruesome deaths was still vivid in my mind.

Now, this seemingly all-powerful military force is about to arrive before them.

At that moment, she felt as if she had returned to that turbulent era.

Memories and scenes intertwine, and the desolate mental landscape overlaps with the dead end in memory.

Artoria felt that this was not a desolate desert, but rather the Camran that was littered with the corpses of knights.

Faced with this situation, she couldn't help but ask herself questions.

"Lancelot, if you were here, would you stand on my side, or would you choose to help him defeat me?"

Whether Lancelot will help or not, nobody knows.

Because he, who descended to this world as a heroic spirit, has already been freed and departed.

And at this very moment, still by Artoria's side...

Only Kiana, as the referee.

“Saber…”

To be honest, Kiana was in a difficult position in this situation.

Because she had entered someone else's mental world, Saber's mana supply was essentially cut off.

In such a situation, whether she can unleash a powerful enough Noble Phantasm depends on whether she has enough magical power.

Unfortunately, after the chase, the physical entity continued to appear.

She no longer possessed enough magical power to unleash a Noble Phantasm capable of crushing an army.

If left unchecked, Rider may become the ultimate victor in this Holy Grail War.

Logically speaking, this should be a fairly fair outcome.

But Kiana felt that this might only be relatively fair.

After all, Saber is a formidable opponent who has repeatedly defeated other Servants.

For Saber, she was a helper who helped keep the Holy Grail War within reasonable limits on many occasions.