Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

"Of course I know about this. He..." drew out the sword of king, Cyprus, from his waist, and split the figure in half with his backhand, but there was still that awkward feeling.

Iskandar stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "I still feel something is wrong. Lancer, you should have noticed the abnormal behavior of these Assassins..."

"Yes, Your Excellency the King of Conquerors, I did notice that as well."

"Well... tell me in detail, Lancer." Kenneth's face turned serious.

If Iskandar was the only one who said this, he could still think that it was just his illusion, but since even Finn said so, it proved that there was really something wrong with Assassin.

He still believed in the ability of his own Servant.

"No, my lord, this is not a bad thing. Although it is unbelievable, I feel that these Assassins seem to be seeking death. They have no intention of fighting."

“It’s ridiculous for an Assassin-class warrior to attack Rider and me head-on. And they didn’t even use the breath concealment and assassination skills that are required for the Assassin-class warrior. This is very strange.” Finn shared his findings.

Iskander had the same thought, because he did not feel the determination to fight from the daggers of these Assassins. It was like a mass death.

Although there seemed to be a lot of Assassins, the magic power of the Master who provided them was definitely limited. So the number of these clones could not be infinite. If they continued to kill at this speed, they would be killed soon.

But he didn't understand what these Assassins wanted to do? Just to die? Or was there some conspiracy?

"No matter what they think, anyway - the Godly Wheel!!"

After thinking for a moment, Iskandar raised the Sword of Kings and roared. The Divine Wheel beside him suddenly burst into violent thunder, repelling the Assassins who were rushing towards him.

He raised his arms and shouted, "Stop it! I don't know what you guys want to do, but there's no point in continuing this fight!!"

This thunderous roar stopped the Assassins in their tracks. They all looked towards the King of Conquerors in front of them, and the scene fell silent.

Finally, a leader was chosen from among the remaining hundreds of Hassans and stepped forward.

"Are you their true form?"

"No, I am not the real one. Or rather, each of us is the real one, because we are all split from different personalities."

"Then what is your intention? Such a ridiculous suicide attack, not only does the knife lack fighting spirit, but the behavior is also meaningless. Why are you here?"

"I came here to withdraw from the Holy Grail War, and also to seek a glorious death in battle..."

He replied in a hoarse voice.

"what?"

Hearing this reply, Kenneth and Weber were both stunned and felt incredible at the same time.

On the contrary, Iskandar and Finn understood a lot, because this could explain Assassin's suicide.

"Are you here to seek death?"

"Then please tell me your reasons, Assassin. Are you betraying your Master?!"

Iskandar stared at the Hassans in front of him with sharp eyes, and his deep questioning voice was full of a will that could not be violated. Finn also clenched the spear in his hand and waited for their answer.

As both of them were once kings, and now as Heroic Spirits, they both hate disloyal and unjust betrayers. Now Assassin's answer will determine his fate.

"No, the Master has already terminated the contract with us..."

Recalling the changes in Kotomine Kirei, they were also happy about it.

After separating from Xia Yuan, Kotomine Kirei did not return to the church, but instead called them all back with the Command Spell and apologized to them...

"I'm sorry, Assassin, but I may not be able to continue fighting. I seem to have found my wish..."

"Although it is still vague, it does exist. My wish has been fulfilled, so I want to cancel the contract and withdraw from the Holy Grail War. If you still have a wish, I can..."

After hearing what Kotomine Kirei said, Hassan the Hundred Faces was silent for a moment, and then a smile appeared under the pale skull mask: "It's okay, Master. If this is your choice, then cancel the contract..."

"Don't you hate me?"

"No, because isn't that what we Servants exist for? The same goes for assassins. Since the goal has been achieved, there's nothing wrong with letting go."

"As long as the employer needs us, we will act as swords. When the employer does not need us, we will leave..."

A man with a hundred personalities, a hundred avatars, and knowledge of all assassinations, his name is Hassan the Hundred Faces.

Although they have lost nearly half of their forces now, they are already very satisfied seeing the changes in their Master.

As assassins, they cannot have wishes and only have targets in their eyes.

Life is just the employer's knife and the leader's currency. We should do everything we can to clear away obstacles for him. Whether in life or after death, the fate is the same.

Now... I can actually choose freely...

This is already very happy.

Being an assassin and having the power to choose freely, is there anything more luxurious than this?

"I'm sorry, Assassin. Because of my orders, your companions were killed..." Kotomine Kirei bent down.

"Master..."

The remaining clones all knelt on the ground, lowered their heads, and bid a final farewell to the Master whose wish had been fulfilled.

"It doesn't matter, because they have forgiven you..."

As assassins, they cannot see the light of day either during their lifetime or after their death, so they still have regrets in their hearts.

Being able to die a proper death is the happiest thing. They died very happily.

What the man said to her: "As an assassin you are so afraid of death, no wonder you were beheaded by King Hassan—" This woke her up.

That's right, they remembered, recalled why they died before they died...

Mingming possessed the wisdom of hundreds of souls, and split into countless personalities, which helped him complete assassinations time and time again, and successfully succeeded the 19th Hassan Sabah.

But as time goes by, the wiser he becomes, the more he fears death. Then, in confusion and fear, he gradually forgets the doctrines he adheres to, and even loses himself, until -

The death knell rings indifferently.

"A hundred faces? What have you accumulated with your countless wisdom? A desire for loyalty and loyalty that a hundred souls must fight for? Foolish... Hand over your head!"

I'm sorry, Master Shodai, I realized it a little too late...

But please forgive me, because even a Hassan like me has wanted to bask in the sun, even if only for a moment.

So--

"Come on, King of Conquerors, defeat us once and for all."

In this final moment, using their last bit of magic power, the Hassans all rushed towards the tall and mighty man in front of them, begging for a dignified exit as Servants.

At this moment, they also prayed silently in their hearts for the Master who had found himself, hoping that he could live the rest of his life in peace and obtain the happiness that belonged to him.

This is enough.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is, so that's how it is!"

There is no need for words, because Iskandar saw their will and desire from the eyes of countless Hassans, and as a conqueror king, he will certainly respond to this expectation with action!

"A warrior has a warrior's way of leaving the stage, and a king should show the king's bearing! Come on! I will also do my best to show my respect to you!!"

He laughed, looked back at Waver beside him, and rubbed his head: "Little Master, get ready!"

Weber was stunned: "Eh! What?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Iskandar raised his head to the sky and roared a few times, then he raised the sword of the king, Cyprus, which had accompanied him in countless battles, and recited loudly: "I am the King of Conquerors, Iskandar! Unknown warrior, please tell me your real name, and I will show you the glory of the King of Conquerors!!!"

“Rider, what are you going to do…”

As soon as the words fell, in front of Weber and Kenneth's surprised gaze, yellow sand suddenly splashed under their feet -

The terrifying magical power swept across the entire area. The next moment, the surrounding environment suddenly changed. The asphalt road that was shattered in the battle had disappeared, and was replaced by a world of yellow sand. Behind them, countless soldiers stepped out of the yellow sand.

[Inherent Barrier: King's Force EX——(Aionion Hetairoi)]

"What's going on? The surrounding environment has changed..."

"No, could this be an inherent barrier?!"

Kenneth, who immediately recognized what was happening, was in disbelief.

Reality Marble is a magic that rewrites reality with the "mental landscape" of the caster. It is the "magic" that is closest to "magic" and has been listed as a legendary magic in the forbidden spell catalog by the Magic Association.

However, he really couldn't accept that such a magic that represented the top level of magicians was actually performed by Rider.

But this world full of yellow sand and the roar of thousands of troops are enough to explain everything. This place belongs to the mind of the King of Conquerors, Iskandar, and it is his inherent barrier!

"You are obviously a Rider, right? How can you cast an innate barrier?!"

Finn couldn't help but admire: "You are worthy of being the King of Conquerors. You can display such a magnificent mental image. No wonder you were able to achieve such great achievements during your lifetime."

Looking at the oppressive feeling brought by the vast land in front of him, the countless soldiers, all of whom are heroes who have experienced hundreds of battles, are now reappearing in the form of heroic spirits in the King's army. Even the knowledgeable Finn can't help but be moved by such a scene.

Even the Glorious Fianna Knights, which he once led, could not reproduce such a terrifying formation. The king's ambition and magnanimity were fully revealed in this mental image.

Iskandar is absolutely worthy of the title of King of Conquerors.

“Hahahaha, I don’t know the exact principle, but this piece of yellow sand is the land where my army once galloped, and it is a scene that the warriors who have shared the joys and sorrows with the king have imprinted in their hearts.”

“This world, this landscape can reappear in the world because it is a mental image that belongs to all of us!”

Iskandar raised his arms and shouted loudly. Countless soldiers of the king marched forward in an orderly manner. Their voices were so loud, their movements were so uniform, and their terrifying momentum was like a sharp blade that could tear the world apart. Their power was enough to conquer everything.

Looking at the countless soldiers in front of him, Waver was a little dazed, and his soul was shocked by this grand scene.

So, this is what Rider meant by the way of conquest...

Iskandar rode on his beloved horse, which had accompanied him in battle, and rushed to the battlefield with the sword of Cyprus held high.

The King's army, his unrivaled army, although their bodies vanished, their spirits were absorbed by the world as heroic spirits. The legendary warriors who are still willing to serve him. The bond with them is the most precious, my kingly way. This is the most proud treasure of Iskandar.

This is the way to send off the challenger and the greatest respect he can give to him. This is also the respect that Hassan the Hundred Faces seeks.

"I see... You are truly a great king..."

Looking at the king in the distance, smiles appeared on the faces of the Hassans. Then they all stood up straight and told the king their real names.

"One of the old man Hassan of the mountain, the nineteenth leader of the assassination cult who inherited the name of 'Hassan Sabbah', Hassan of the Hundred Faces! I am willing to accept the challenge."

"Hahahaha, very good, very good, then let's begin our battle!"

The yellow sand and the strong wind could not cover the hero's voice. Iskandar swung his sword, pointed it at Hassan the Hundred Faces, and shouted, "Kill!"

"kill--!!!!"

The sound resounding through the sky, the uniform military momentum, the magnificent momentum, are unstoppable. This power and momentum are frightening and shocking to the world.

"Isn't this too exaggerated?"

Kenneth and Weber, who observed this military force up close, were shocked.

This was the great achievement that the King of Conquerors had spent his entire life on, sweeping across the three ancient civilizations and establishing a terrifying army of Macintosh that conquered an area of ​​up to five million square kilometers.

This great achievement is enough to shock the gods!

Now that it has been sublimated into a treasure, the power it displays is even more shocking.

Finn couldn't help but admire: "This is truly a great feat. It would be a great pity if this army could not participate in it..."

“Hahaha - if you want to come in and take a look at my army, that’s not difficult!” Iskandar laughed loudly, then waved his hand, and a fast horse suddenly rushed out from the army.

"Thank you, King of Conquerors."

Then he stood up, harnessed a fast horse, and rushed to the battlefield with Iskandar.

However, Assassin did not back down.

At the last moment, all the Hassans dispersed and rushed towards the irresistible army of the king.

This time she would not back down. They were Hassan Sabbah, those who served death.

"There's nothing to be afraid of anymore..."

[Noble Phantasm Release: Illusion B+——(Zabaniya)]

Squeezing the last bit of magic power in his spiritual base and using all his strength, all the Command Seals that Kotomine Kirei had used to cancel the contract were now activated.

Those personalities that had originally died and the lost incarnations now gathered here again, forming a group of hundreds of faces once again.

She was born in darkness, served in darkness, and finally died in darkness.

"kill--!!!"

The spirit light symbolizing retirement continued to dissipate, and under the charge of the King's Army, the Hassans of a Hundred Faces began to retire one after another.

Until the end of the war, the invincible army of Maginoton finally penetrated the last incarnation of Hassan the Hundred Faces.