I'm a druid in Type Moon

Waver, who was the master of the world, understood the true nature of Archer's Noble Phantasm, but it was too late. Sweating profusely, Waver could only watch the world being ripped apart by the raging wind.

By the time the wheels were rolling on the ground again, they had returned to the bridge in Fuyuki City.

Just like waking up from a dream, the positions of both sides have not changed, and this battle seems to have brought time back to the beginning.

The golden heroic spirit stood in the distance with a smile on his face and a sword in hand.

"Rider..."

Waver's face lost all color, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he looked up at Rider.

The giant looked at him seriously and asked solemnly:

"I suddenly thought of something I must ask."

The End of Ideals: Chapter 92: The Duties of a Subject

"Weber Fairwitt, do you want to serve me as a subject?"

As if he had heard a revelation from heaven, Weber was shaken by the excitement and tears poured down like a dam breaking.

This was a question that he knew was impossible, but he had always been looking forward to. There was no need to hesitate, because the answer had already been prepared, like a priceless treasure hidden deep in his heart.

The boy, who was called by his name for the first time, did not wipe off the liquid. He raised his head and chest. His voice became choked, but he said in a firm tone:

"Only you are -- only you are my king."

"I am willing to serve you and sacrifice for you."

"Please guide me, please show me the way forward, and let me see the same dream as you."

Ah! When did it all start? That reckless, timid and cowardly boy has grown into the upright man he is now without even realizing it.

Even though he never said it, Waver had already been impressed by the personality charm of the King of Conquerors.

But at this last moment, facing the King of Conquerors' final question, the boy still expressed his feelings.

This oath made the tyrannical king smile. To his subjects, his smile was a reward that surpassed all rewards.

"Well, that's fine."

Hearing these words, Weber felt as if his entire body had lost weight, and he was so excited that he felt like he was about to fly. In fact, he did fly.

The King of Conquerors grabbed Waver's collar and lifted the boy off the cart, placing him on the ground. Facing the boy's puzzled look, the King of Conquerors issued his first and last order.

"It is my duty as a king to show my subjects the dream, and it is your duty as a subject to witness the dream shown by the king and pass it on to future generations!"

The King of Conquerors seemed to be so high above him that he could not be touched even if he stretched out his hand. The King issued an edict with a firm tone while smiling heartily from his saddle.

"Live, Waver. Witness it all, and live to tell it all. Tell the world how happy your king is, and how fast Iskandar's Mercedes is."

Waver lowered his head and said nothing more. Iskandar took this action as an assent. No words were needed. From now on until the end of time, the king's figure would always guide his subjects, and the subjects would always be loyal to this memory. Before the oath, even parting was meaningless, because under Iskandar's command, the bond between the king and his subjects was eternal and indestructible beyond time and space.

The Conqueror King threw the reins, and the sacred bull raised its head and roared, beginning its final gallop.

"Rider!"

Waver's shouts rang out behind him, but the King of Conquerors did not turn back. Instead, he smiled, let out a mighty roar, and rushed towards his last great enemy.

As a top strategist, Iskandar knew that the outcome of the war was already determined. But "that thing" and "this thing" were two completely different things. The King of Conquerors would only die on the way to the charge, and he had no intention of turning his back and running away.

There was no giving up or despair in his heart, only excitement that almost jumped out of his chest.

Awesome, that guy is really awesome. This hero can even cut the world in half, he is definitely the strongest enemy in the world.

Then that man is his final enemy.

That was the last obstacle in the world, higher than the Hindu Kush and hotter than the hot sands of the Makran Desert. How could the conqueror not challenge it? After crossing that obstacle, the other side was the end of the world. The distant dream he once held was now in front of him, waiting for the moment of realization.

"Glory is in the distance" - it is because it is out of reach that he has to challenge it. For the sake of his subjects who are watching his back, he will sing the praises of the way of the overlord and demonstrate the way of the overlord.

Staring at that figure, the young man - Webber Fairwitt let out the only cry of his life:

"My Servant, Waver. Felvert commands you with the Command Seal."

The young man raised his right fist, revealing the Command Seal that he had kept until now and had never used. It was the shackles that bound the Heroic Spirit in front of him, and also the bond between him and the King.

"Rider, you must win the final victory!"

Let the voice of your heart resound through the night sky.

"Then I command you with the second Command Spell—Rider, you must obtain the Holy Grail!"

As a subject, I give the king my final blessing.

"I command you again with the Command Seals. Rider, you must take control of the entire world. You will never be allowed to fail."

Magic power enough to trigger three miracles was released in an instant, and a force powerful enough to distort the world was exerted on that figure.

Iskandar felt his empty body immediately return to its peak state. The chariot under his feet roared, the divine bull roared, and countless purple thunders flashed around him.

At this moment, the [God's Wheel] truly showed the legendary heroic figure of carrying the God King on its back and galloping across the earth. The divine light was shining, and the glory of the Son of Zeus was real.

"Haha! Hero King, the outcome is still unknown!"

The King of Conquerors raised his sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the King of Heroes not far away. A bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of the sword like a divine spear hurled by the God King.

Archer tilted his head subconsciously, and the lightning passed over him, leaving an obvious wound on it.

Archer reached out and touched the unconscious face, and saw the scarlet blood in his hand.

If it weren't for the extremely high magic resistance of the armor on his body, the previous attack would have been enough to seriously injure the Hero King.

"Oh! This is really interesting."

A joyful smile appeared on the face of the Hero King, and his majestic magic power and murderous aura were wantonly released.

Countless golden ripples appeared in the void, dozens, hundreds, thousands. Countless treasures poured out from the treasury under the command of the Hero King, shooting towards the charging figure.

"AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!"

The joy that shook his heart made the King of Conquerors roar, and his long sword kept swinging in the air. The immortal thunder smashed most of the treasures, and the remaining treasures were blocked by the force field of the [God's Wheel]. Only a few of the most sophisticated treasures could pass through the obstacles and reach Iskandar, and were knocked away by the sword of Jupiter.

"We can win! We can win if we keep going like this!"

The knowledge in his mind allowed Iskandar to make such a judgment, but the intuition cultivated after decades of fighting on the battlefield told him that the other party still had a trump card.

The Hero King Gilgamesh still stood there, with a confident smile, facing the charging King of Conquerors without dodging or avoiding.

The End of the Ideal: Chapter 93: The Sea at the End

Like shooting stars across the sky, countless treasures tore through the night fog with unimaginable momentum and shot towards the charging figure.

But the violent thunder became more fierce, striking upwards and smashing countless treasures into pieces in mid-air.

"It's so beautiful!"

Lynn stood on a street lamp not far from the bridge, quietly watching the "fireworks"-like scenery.

“Go ahead, Rider!”

Waver had no time to appreciate this unparalleled beauty. His entire mind was focused on the back of the charging King. His heart beat with every swing of the King of Conquerors' sword.

The rain of stars rushed over with a heavy whistling sound, and waves of uninterrupted impacts ruthlessly ravaged Iskandar's body. Even with the double layer of defense of thunder and force field, there were still many treasures that could penetrate the heavy barriers and impact him. But compared with the pleasure of running, this level of pain was nothing.

Closer and closer, so close that it seemed that in the next moment, I could put the tip of my sword to that person. The dawn of victory was just ahead.

The golden enemy looked helpless, as if he wanted to say something. But he could not hear anything, not even the whistling wind and exploding thunder.

He could only hear the sound of waves.

There is nothing on the far shore, and the waves are crashing back and forth. This is the sound of the waves of the final sea in this world.

Ah, that's how it is. He finally understood with great joy.

Why didn’t I realize it before? This exciting feeling in my heart is the sound of the waves of the sea at the end.

"Drink ah ah ah!!"

He let out a cry of victory that resounded through the air, and swung down the sword of Jupiter.

This is the climax moment of certainty of victory, and the next moment the tip of the sword will pierce Gilgamesh's chest.

But this moment will never come.

As if time had stopped, the violent thunder and the roaring bull were restrained in place, and countless golden chains flew out from the void and firmly locked the chariot itself, and also restrained Iskandar on it.

Just as he was about to strike his opponent with his sword, a strong chain bound his sword, hands, feet, shoulders and waist. The King of Conquerors sighed three times at the restraint.

The Heaven's Chains - the secret of the secrets in the Hero King's collection. A rope that can even bind the Bull God.

"—This is ridiculous, you... You keep saying one inexplicable thing after another..."

I didn't feel any regret, I just felt sorry that I was frustrated by such a small thing.

The King of Heroes smiled proudly, as if he wanted to show off his treasure to the King of Conquerors.

"Something inexplicable? No, you are wrong. This is my most precious treasure!"

"?"

Before the King of Conquerors could even show his expression, the blunt tip of the sword in the King of Heroes' hand had already pierced his chest. The King of Conquerors felt the blade slowly turning around inside his lungs, and although he felt helpless, he also admired the sword's power.

The voice of the Hero King rang in his ears.

"—Have you awakened from your dream, King of Conquerors?"

“…Ah, yeah. Yes…”

Although it is a pity that we did not win, the significance of an expedition has never been in the final result, but in the scenery along the way.

The King of Conquerors remained silent for a long time, until blood began to flow uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth. He then murmured in satisfaction:

"This expedition also... makes me...feel very excited..."

Gilgamesh stared at his great enemy, seeing his satisfied expression, and said in a calm and serious voice:

"Then I will always accept your challenge, King of Conquerors."

Then, the Sword of Separation was drawn, and blood spurted out from the chest of the King of Conquerors.

"This world, until the end of time and the end of space, is my garden!"

"Therefore, I promise you that this world will never make you bored!"

The King of Conquerors' eyes were already a little closed due to fatigue, but after hearing the King of Heroes' praise, he still whispered:

"Oh... this is... not bad..."

After finally giving such a lukewarm answer, the cavalryman quietly disappeared from the spirit.

Judging from the time, this was only a very short battle. The two sides engaged in close combat before the cavalry heroes quickly rushed to the other side of the bridge, which should have been over in just a few seconds.

But for Waver, it was as long as life. Even though the battle was over, the golden Archer looked at Waver with his blood-red eyes, showing cruelty and ferocity, and slowly walked over. He still stood alone, motionless, at the place where Rider had put him down.

Although he knew he should move as quickly as possible, his lower body seemed to have lost consciousness and he would fall to his knees powerlessly in the next second.

He couldn't get down on his knees now, not at all.

Even though his entire body was shaking with fear, Waver did not avert his gaze.

Archer walked towards the boy. The boy in front of him was trembling with fear that he could not hide, but his eyes never moved. Archer asked the boy in an emotionless tone:

"Little brat, are you the one who summoned Rider?"

This question seemed like a knowing question, but Waver relaxed miraculously and answered in a hoarse voice:

"No. I am—his subject."

"Ok?"

The King of Heroes stopped in front of Waver and looked him up and down.

"Really? - But, boy, if you are a true loyal subject, you should have the obligation to avenge your king, right?"

Even Waver was somewhat surprised at his incredibly calm state of mind. He said in a calm tone:

"If I challenge you, I will die."

King of Heroes: "Of course."

Waver's face was firm. He looked up into those calm scarlet eyes.

"So, I can't do it. I was ordered to live!"

That's right - he must not die. He has now engraved the King's final words in his heart. Even though he has no power to protect himself, Waver's eyes still tell the King of Heroes of his unyielding will.

Gilgamesh looked down at the short figure, and after a while he nodded slightly.