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On the other side, Finn nodded slightly inwardly after hearing Iskandar introduce himself, then turned his gaze to another petite black figure on the chariot.

The combination of the Magician, Webber Welster, and the Conqueror, Iskandar, was indeed something Kenneth had told him beforehand.

However, this world-renowned conqueror seems to be quite different from what he imagined.

“No need, King of Conquerors. Although I am not a king, I am the captain of the glorious Knights of Fiona, and a hero who wants to regain his former glory.”

"Since I have answered my lord's call, I must naturally help him live and achieve final victory. Therefore, I will not serve two masters, nor will I do anything unjust like betraying my lord for personal desires or romantic feelings!"

Finn's words were equally sharp. He brandished his double-headed gun and then rejected Iskandar's offer without hesitation.

"Hmph... Conqueror King? Just a king of the mortal realm. I am the Queen of Death, who rules over the realm of the dead and the distant other side. Even the Lord of the Underworld cannot make me grovel. No matter how powerful the warriors of the mortal realm are, they will all be silenced in my kingdom after death. And you... are just one of them."

Compared to Artoria and Finn, Scáthach showed Iskandar absolutely no respect.

After a long time, her first battle back in the real world was interrupted, which made her very unhappy.

After all, she wanted to experience both the martial prowess of Finn, the infamous god-slayer, and the power of King Arthur's holy sword.

"The infamous god-slayer Finn and the demon queen Scáthach? Haha, no wonder, no wonder King Arthur was forced into such a desperate situation."

Iskandar was very satisfied to hear the three men announce their names, and at the same time, he had certain expectations for these three men.

They are all heroes from mythology, and apart from King Arthur, they are all infamous god-slayers. Whether it's Finn, whose original mythological strength is ridiculously high, or the Queen who rules the Land of Shadows, they are all among the most powerful heroes in the Heroic Spirits.

None of them were mediocre...

Although he was extremely confident in his own strength, even the proud Iskandar had to admit that he was not 100% certain of winning against any of these three.

'Truly, there are countless heroes in the world...'

He sighed inwardly.

Meanwhile, Waver, who had been feeling dizzy from the aerial maneuver, suddenly regained his senses amidst the cold wind and the bone-chilling killing intent released by the three top Servants.

The top heroes from three Celtic mythological chapters, plus Iskandar, the supreme ruler who created an astonishing empire in human history, this is simply not a place for a nobody like him.

Everyone present is a hero with power far exceeding that of this era; they can take one's life in an instant with just a flick of their finger.

This made Weber swallow hard, inwardly cursing himself for what he had been like a few days ago.

'Waveper, Waver, what are you thinking? Why did you participate in such an absurd ritual... Is this kind of mythological battle really something a nobody like me can get involved in?'

However, apart from Iskandar, the others on the battlefield had no interest in the thoughts and feelings of such a minor figure.

"It's alright, little master. Since I'm here, you won't get hurt."

Noticing Webber's unusual behavior, Iskandar gently patted his head with his broad hand, then smiled warmly and comforted him.

Rider...

Feeling the warmth emanating from that large hand, Waver felt his initial unease lessen considerably, and even the red-haired Rider before him seemed less unpleasant than before. Following Rider's lead, he moved closer to him.

"So……"

After comforting his little Master, Iskandar suddenly changed the subject, looked around, and then raised his arm to amplify his voice with magic.

"The heroic spirits gathered here tonight, heroes from different eras, have all appeared! Now, if there are still any cowards hiding in the shadows, any cowards who dare not show themselves, they will surely suffer the contempt of me, the Conqueror King Iskandar!!"

The deep, resonant voice, deliberately amplified by Iskandar, echoed continuously at the docks of Fuyuki City, quickly reaching the ears of everyone present and beginning to spread further and further without diminishing in strength.

"Oh? This guy wants to gather everyone here?"

Upon seeing Iskandar's actions, Scáthach couldn't help but smile.

"Rider, what's wrong with you...?"

Artoria was slightly taken aback by this, because according to Iskandar, there were other people hiding around this battlefield?

"Hahaha, of course it's obvious, Saber."

"Your fight with Lancer just now was absolutely spectacular. The superb martial arts and the magical power that emanated from the battle were so captivating that even after a long time, one couldn't help but stop and watch. So, my fight with this... Lancer?"

Iskandar looked at Scáthach with a puzzled expression, only then realizing that there seemed to be two Lancers this time. However, Scáthach didn't bother to respond.

"In short, I believe that any hero or great man who has experienced such terrifying power will be unable to remain calm! They will inevitably come here to observe. If they truly deserve to be called heroes, they will surely show themselves!"

Iskandar nodded to Artoria, then continued shouting loudly, his voice growing louder and soon echoing throughout the entire port.

At this moment, a man in a suit who was staying at the Tohsaka residence felt a sense of foreboding and his expression turned panicked.

"This is bad..."

Tokiomi Tohsaka was inwardly panicking, and his face grew increasingly grim.

"This is indeed a bad sign."

Kirei Kotomine, who was standing beside him, nodded.

They never expected that this Holy Grail War would have such a straightforward hero as Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, who not only openly revealed his real name but also used it to gather all the Servants in one region.

If their Servants were just Assassins with no sense of honor, that would be fine, but this time it's not like that at all.

Tokiomi Tohsaka knew the temperament of the ancestor he had summoned and could sense the great attraction this move would have for him, which was why he secretly thought things were going badly.

And just as he had predicted, just as Tokiomi Tohsaka and Kirei Kotomine sensed something was wrong, their ominous premonition soon came true...

"Humph!"

With a low, cold snort, golden light slowly emerged, followed by a figure clad in golden armor appearing on a streetlamp around the port.

--boom! !

The sound of shattering rang in my ears.

Seemingly to express its dissatisfaction, the golden spirit stomped its foot, crushing the lamp wick beneath its feet into pieces.

A golden-haired heroic spirit that seems to have a grudge against streetlights has appeared!!

"This is truly unexpected. Three of these bastards who dare to call themselves kings have appeared in just one night."

He looked down at the four people below (Waveber didn't count in his eyes), speaking with an arrogant attitude and a cold tone, showing no regard for these top heroes from history or mythology.

Is this the golden Archer who used overwhelming power to eliminate Assassin at the Tohsaka mansion?

Upon seeing the appearance of the Golden Heroic Spirit, everyone who had gathered intelligence beforehand turned their attention to this terrifying opponent, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

'Truly incredibly powerful!!'

Another formidable opponent, no less powerful than, and perhaps even stronger than, the four Heroic Spirits present...

In just one glance, the four people present had a certain estimate of the strength of this Golden Heroic Spirit.

Even if you say that…

Faced with the mockery of the Golden Heroic Spirit, Iskandar, the Conqueror King, did not become angry. Instead, he stroked his beard, revealing a thoughtful expression, and then said to him,

"My name is Iskandar, the Conqueror. The other three are also renowned heroes from mythology, and they have all given their names. Now, as the king, would you also like to give your name?"

"Ok?"

What was clearly just a simple inquiry and probe sounded incredibly grating to the Golden Servant, causing him to furrow his brow.

The next moment, as if offended, he stomped the street lamp under his feet into pieces.

—Bang bang bang! !

A series of explosions, accompanied by angry shouts, rang in my ears.

"To have the honor of worshipping my glory, yet not recognize my true name—such arrogance and blindness are utterly deserving of death!!"

The angry voice fell, and then the golden king's hand suddenly swung in mid-air.

Immediately, countless golden ripples rippled gently in the night sky, and then appeared one after another. Golden gates opened in the night sky, and countless golden treasures emerged from them, directly aimed at Iskandar below.

"These are all Noble Phantasms?!"

Seeing the magical artifacts constantly emerging from the golden gate, this illogical scene caused a stir in the hearts of the heroic spirits present.

Compared to the astonished Artoria and the bewildered Iskandar, Scáthach and Finn, standing to the side, both lit up when they saw the unfolding golden portal, as if they had realized something.

Finn bit his finger, then began to ponder the possible answer.

"Are we going to start fighting now? What an unreasonable guy..."

Iskandar, positioned on the ground, dared not be negligent in the face of so many Noble Phantasms. He gripped the reins of the wheel tightly with both hands, and his eyes immediately turned serious, ready to fight them head-on at any moment.

"Ah...ah, Rider...are these really all Noble Phantasms?"

Compared to Iskandar, who still managed to distract himself even when facing dozens of Noble Phantasms, Waver, huddled inside the Kamui Wheel, was completely unable to hold on any longer.

In his short life, he never dreamed that he would one day see so many treasures from the mythical age, and be locked in by them!

Unlike Iskandar, Waver, being a top student, could even recognize the true names and functions of those Noble Phantasms through his memories. It was precisely because of this that he was in a panic and could only hug Rider tightly, trembling with fear.

Upon seeing this, Finn frowned slightly, and he subtly increased the pressure on his double-headed gun.

He didn't care about Rider's safety, but Waver was, after all, his lord's disciple.

Although the lord kept grumbling about the two unfilial disciples, Finn could tell that Kenneth had no intention of killing Rowe and Webber; he was more concerned with reprimanding and lecturing them.

This also greatly changed his opinion of his lord.

He is exceptionally talented and proud, and although he has some minor flaws in his personality, none are major transgressions; he is a very normal person. No, even among magicians, such qualities would be considered outstanding.

When Finn first met him, he knew he could vaguely see a reflection of himself in Kenneth…

Therefore, he knew very well that if his lord were here, he would never watch his student be killed. So he could ignore Rider, but he had to save Waver's life!

Although if the golden Heroic Spirit above his head is indeed that one, it would be difficult for him to defeat it in his Lancer form, which is not the strongest class, fortunately, his achievements in life have given him a good compatibility with this king. If he also has the support of this ocean, he may not be without a chance of winning.

With that thought in mind, Finn secretly prepared for battle.

Scáthach, who had also noticed this, smiled slightly and turned her attention to Artoria, whom she had been thinking about since daytime.

If it's really going to be a free-for-all, she needs to choose a worthy opponent, and Saber just happens to be the perfect fit.

"Yes, my little Master."

When Weber asked, Iskandar gave an affirmative answer.

Those above their heads were all Noble Phantasms, and their levels seemed to be quite high.

"Then...what should we do?!"

Faced with the overwhelming magical power and the sharpness of the Noble Phantasm, Waver was so frightened that he clung tightly to Iskandar's arm, at a loss for what to do.

"Hey, even if they're both Noble Phantasms, this is just too much! My little Master."