I'm a druid in Type Moon

"That's right. The stronger the enemy, the happier it is to think of the taste of victory wine. Hehe, you are getting more and more clear about it."

RIder said fearlessly, got off the carriage alone, and walked towards Archer's position.

"Boy, wait here for a moment."

Leaving Waver alone outside the bridge, King of Conquerors Iskandar stepped onto the battlefield and walked leisurely towards the enemy waiting for him. As if the two had made an appointment, Archer also walked towards here with proud steps.

The End of the Ideal: Chapter 90: The Last Expedition

"Rider, how are you now? I said I would defeat you when you are at your strongest."

Archer asked in an unkind tone as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Ah! I am in my best condition now."

After a whole day of rest, Rider's magic power has been fully restored. If necessary, Waver still has three command seals in his hand. It can be said that Rider is in the best condition now.

Rider, however, didn’t seem to care at all and said with a smile:

"But you, Hero King, look like you just fought a battle."

Rider keenly noticed that there were some scratches on Archer's armor.

"How about, do you want me to wait for you to rest for a while?"

Ride said provocatively.

Arhcer narrowed his scarlet eyes upon hearing this, and said as a matter of course:

"This level of fighting is just a warm-up for me."

"That's good. There's no point in defeating you if I can't defeat you at your strongest."

Rider also showed a proud look and responded to Archer's question.

"Archer, come to think of it, we should have an agreement during the last banquet."

"Are you saying that the only solution for both of us is to fight to the death?"

"Didn't we agree to finish the rest of the wine before that?"

Rider urged the King of Heroes. The innocent smile on his face did not look like someone who was about to fight a life-and-death battle.

"Although the banquet was ruined by some unrefined and ungentlemen, there is still some wine left in the bottle. You can't hide it from me."

"As expected of the King of Usurpation, you have a keen eye for other people's property."

Archer smiled bitterly and called for a set of wine vessels from the "treasure house" in the other dimension. He poured all the remaining wine from the Age of Gods into two cups, and the two kings solemnly clinked their glasses together like boxers touching gloves.

"King of Babylon, this is the last question at the banquet."

"Yes, go ahead."

Iskandar raised the glass in his hand. Although his expression was serious, his eyes were full of childlike expectation.

"If I were to equip my Ionian Hetairoi with the weapons of your Treasure of the King, we would be able to form an invincible army. No country would be able to stop us."

"Well, then what?"

"Would you like to become my ally? As long as the two of us join forces, we can definitely conquer even the other side of the starry sea."

Hearing this, the King of Heroes laughed heartily as if he had heard an unexpected joke.

"You are such an interesting fellow. I have never laughed so happily at the dream talk of a person who is not a clown. It has been a long time since I have done that."

Although Archer was smiling, the coldness emanating from him did not diminish in the slightest. For this golden king, killing intent was almost synonymous with pleasure.

"But unfortunately, I don't need a second friend. From the past to the future, I only have one friend - and the world doesn't need two kings."

Hearing this firm answer, the King of Conquerors showed no disappointment, but simply returned to his original serious expression.

"The lofty kingly way? Let me challenge your unwavering ideals with admiration."

"If I defeat you, then that treasure house will be my spoils of war!"

Archer didn't get angry when he heard that, but his smile became even brighter.

"If you can do it, then give it a try! King of Conquerors, I will punish you with my own hands."

The two kings drank the last bit of wine, threw down their empty glasses, turned around and left. The two sides never looked back and returned to the bridge where they were originally.

It was not until Rider walked in front of him that Waver finally relaxed a little and let out the breath he had been holding.

"Are you two really that close?"

"It's okay, but the fight will start soon. He may be the last enemy I see in this life, so I can't leave any regrets."

"I won't let you say that."

Waver pursed his lips and shouted to Rider:

"How could you be killed? If it becomes absolutely necessary, I will use the Command Spell to save you."

"Then I'm troubled."

Rider smiled brightly and rubbed Waver's little head vigorously.

"I, Iskandar, will only die on the way to the charge. There is no way I will turn my back on the enemy!"

The voice was serious, leaving no room for doubt.

"Rider..."

Waver looked like he was about to cry. Although they had not been together for a long time, Rider still occupied a very important position in Waver's heart.

"Don't make that expression, kid."

Rider lifted up Waver, placed him on the [Godly Wheel], and walked up himself.

"The outcome will only be known at the last moment."

Rider showed a sharp smile and drew the sword at his waist.

"My compatriots, come! Tonight, let us imprint our heroic figures into the strongest legend!"

The violent storm from the desert responded to the king's call, blowing away the mist in the river and rushing onto the bridge.

The great magecraft that corrupts the world with images of human hearts is a world created not by one person, but by all the heroic spirits that once followed the King of Conquerors.

I want to see the horizon covered by mirage, I want to see the other side of the endless blue sky, I want to see the sea at the end that the king pursues.

The warriors' mental images of the battlefield, which span across time and space, erode reality, transforming the deserted bridge into a vast plain ravaged by a whirlwind.

One by one, the heroic spirits arrived at the prepared stage for the final battle.

"Ah..."

Although this was the second time Waver had seen the magnificent military presence of the Ionian Hetairoi, he was still deeply shocked by the majestic scene.

“Just like in the dream.”

I once glimpsed a corner of the King of Conquerors' heart in my dream, the eternal bond between monarch and subject.

These warriors who have been elevated to eternity do not care where the battlefield is - as long as the King of Conquerors reveals his tyranny once again, the ministers will immediately rush to the monarch's side, no matter where in the world, even if it means crossing the barrier between the world and the underworld.

This is the pride of being with the King.

This is the blood-boiling joy of fighting alongside the king.

Weber's heart began to beat at an unprecedented speed.

The End of Ideals: Chapter 91: Anti-World Treasure

"The enemy is the invincible Hero King──He is our perfect opponent! Men! Show us your dominance to the original Heroic Spirit!"

“Ooo ...

The soldiers lined up in rows responded to Iskandar's roar with an earth-shaking shout.

Archer faced the fierce army alone, like a surging tide, but he did not panic at all, and remained calm. That golden back showed the glory of the strongest heroic spirit.

"Come on, Lord of the Overlord Army. You will understand what it means to be a true king..."

The Hero King said coldly. Led by the [Godly Chariot], the array of heroes began to charge in a cone-shaped array.

Rider, who was leading the way, let out a long roar, and the cavalrymen also shouted in response to his roar. Amid the roar of the chariot, Waver's shout seemed so insignificant, but he still roared loudly, as if he wanted to roar out all the blood in his body.

At this moment, the earth was shaking due to the army's charge, and the strong winds gave way out of fear of their momentum. Even the world itself seemed to be responding to this force, crushing towards Archer in the distance.

An army of only tens of thousands of people, under the extraordinary explosive power of the heroic spirits, displayed a terrifying momentum that only an army of hundreds of thousands or even millions of mortals possessed.

Under such a charge, even if an entire city stood in front of them, it would probably be easily crushed into ashes.

Even faced with this thrilling scene, the heroic king Gilgamesh remained unmoved.

It was not until the distant wind blew his hair and the breath of war permeated his body that he finally lowered his arms from his chest. His scarlet eyes sparkled with joy.

In fact, Archer was indeed happy.

Although he was summoned to the other side of this time and space, he had been tired of repeating the farce of war in the name of war. Now he finally found someone he could treat as an "enemy".

"To lead the people's dream and move forward towards the path of dominance... I commend your ambition. But warriors, you must understand one thing..."

Archer stretched out his hand, and a key made of gold appeared in his hand.

"The so-called dream will eventually wake up and dissipate."

The key turned, and the door to the treasure house opened. Instantly, the magic light shone, and countless red lines, like extremely complex data cables, extended upwards, forming an inverted triangle structure.

Countless lines enveloped the entire sky, like a red sky curtain. Countless information flowed in the lines, analyzing the world.

The next moment, the line shrank rapidly and returned to Archer's hand, turning into a round ball like a small sun.

"That is why it is inevitable that I will stand in your way - King of Conquerors!"

The Hero King stretched out his hand and grasped the true appearance that slowly emerged from the sphere.

Should it be called a [sword]? Or something like a sword?

No, it should be said that [Sword] is similar to it.

This weapon looks very strange. It has a hilt and a hilt, and is about the same length as a long sword. But the blade is completely different from the blades we are familiar with. It is made up of three black cylinders with complex red patterns on them. The top of the blade is a golden protrusion that looks like a petal.

It doesn't look like a weapon, but more like a work of art. It shouldn't be made by human hands, but more like the work of nature.

That's right, that weapon is no longer a "sword". This weapon existed before the concept of "sword" appeared, so of course it has a different shape from existing swords. It is an item created by the gods before humans appeared.

The three sections of the cylinder shaped like a mortar began to rotate rapidly, and countless huge magical powers surged out.

"Come! I will let you see the end of the endless dream! I will personally teach you the laws of the world!"

As if delivering the final judgment, the Golden King raised his weapon.

"coming soon!"

The King of Conquerors, who was charging, had already sensed the danger and shouted to his troops to prepare for battle.

The Heroic Spirits responded to the King of Conquerors' shouts, mobilized all their magical powers, and charged forward with even greater momentum.

In response, the King of Heroes simply declared loudly and powerfully:

"Wake up, 'Ea'. The stage is ready for you to perform."

Ea - In ancient Mesopotamian mythology, the gods of earth and water are divided into "Heaven" and "Center".

The "Sword of Separation" called Ea is the original sword that witnessed the creation of the world in the mythological era. The mission of the original blade is to split the chaotic sky and earth, so that the world can each have a definite form.

At this moment, in the hands of the Hero King, the Sword of God is about to demonstrate the great feat of creation once again.

"Now, look up at the sky!"

Here, the King of Heroes shouted out the true name of the Noble Phantasm in his hand.

"The star that opened up the sky and the earth!"

The red "wind" broke out.

The sky roared and the earth shook.

A huge mass of magic power was released, shaking the laws of the universe.

Archer swung his sword not at anyone, nor did he need to. Because the sword of the sword of sundering was not cutting through the enemy, but the world itself.

The sky was torn apart, the earth was wailing, and countless cracks appeared on the barrier of the world. The dreams of countless people and the unbreakable bond between the monarch and his subjects were so fragile in front of that sword.

[God's Wheel] quickly flew into the air as the King of Conquerors reacted, avoiding the abyss beneath his feet. But the army behind him did not react, or rather, even if they did, they could not turn back, and all fell into the abyss.

"Is that sword an anti-world treasure that can destroy everything in the universe?"