Chapter 179 The Duel Between the Two Kings
During the Holy Grail War, the daylight on the seventh day flew by like a shooting star.
When dusk dyed the sky, the Golden King, with blood flowing golden on his body, emerged from his spiritual veins and came to the bottom of Yuanzang Mountain unceremoniously.
"Idiots, are you ready to welcome this king?"
The confident shout did not spread very far, but for a group of people, they had been waiting here for a long time.
In the thunder that seemed to break through everything, a blue thunder light emerged, competing with the gorgeous golden light.
The burly Overlord was driving the chariot, while his thin master and friend with a firm expression sat side by side with him, and they both cast a look of reluctance at Archer.
"Very nice look, Rider." Archer nodded with satisfaction, "If you want to challenge me, you have to show the proper attitude."
"Yes, King of Heroes, I have come to challenge your lonely kingship. Let my army of the conquering king challenge your unswerving ideals." Although it was the time of the decisive battle, Rider showed on his face, He still has that calm and fearless smile.
Hearing this answer, Archer showed a satisfied expression.
"Okay, show yourself fully, King of Conquerors. You are a thief worthy of my personal punishment."
The words that need to be said have been exhausted, and the best farewell wine has been drank yesterday. After the two kings looked at each other for the last time, they turned around and left, never looking back.
"You... actually have a good friendship, right?" Weber noticed the gradually emerging atmosphere of tacit understanding between the two of them and couldn't help but ask.
"It's okay. We're just going to start killing each other soon. He may be the last person I see eye to eye with in this life, so of course I can't be too bad to him."
"...Don't say such stupid things."
Iskandar joked nonchalantly, while Weber refuted it in a deep voice.
"How could you be killed? I don't allow this to happen. Have you forgotten my command spell?"
"That's right... Oops, I owe that guy Sakuyue another favor." Rider couldn't help but scratch his head.
"I don't think it's necessary. The best reward for Archer is that we fought Archer to a river of blood," Weber complained with empty eyes.
The Command Seal—that was something that Waver once had but had lost. The first stroke of the Command Seal was used to maintain the king's military strength, and the last two strokes of the Command Seal prevented Rider from being beaten to death by the heroic spirit of the professional card. Logically speaking, Weber could no longer use the Command Seal.
However, for Sakutue, who took over the old priest's legacy, there were many such things as command spells.
"That's the King of Heroes. If you meet him with bruises all over your body, you will definitely be ridiculed mercilessly by that golden one, right? As an audience, it's understandable that I want to watch a wonderful show. Take it, just treat it like it is My ticket."
As the young man spoke, he handed over a command spell to him nonchalantly, but it left Weber stunned for a long time.
And now is the time to use it.
The cold night air was as biting as murderous intent, but Weber didn't feel afraid, because a calm aura was guarding him, dispelling all uneasiness and fear.
There was such a man in the history of mankind.
With a sigh in his heart, Weber had already raised his arms:
"My king, Weber Velvet enshrines this order - Rider, you must win the final victory!"
The command spell was released, and the magic power that released the miracle was integrated into Rider's body. Facing the Master's expectations, the servant responded with a strong smile and drew the powerful sword at his waist.
"My compatriots, come here! Let us mark our heroic figure into the strongest legend tonight!"
So the heroic spirits who shared the same journey responded to the king's call and gathered again on this final decisive battle stage.
"Ahh..."
For Weber, this was the third time he saw the majestic appearance of the "King's Army" with thousands of troops. Although he was no longer surprised, he now understood the true meaning behind this noble phantom that embodied the kingly way of Iskandar, and the awe in his heart was stronger than the previous two times he saw it, deeply shaking him.
The splendid elite cavalry - the bond between them and the conquering king even transcends the barrier between the world and the underworld.
This group of warriors who have been elevated to eternity will not care where they appear on the battlefield - as long as the conquering king shows his tyranny again, the courtiers will immediately rush to the monarch's side, regardless of the ends of the earth.
This is the pride of being with the king.
This is the thrilling joy of fighting side by side with the king.
"The enemy is the invincible King of Heroes - he is our perfect opponent! Men! Let's show our dominance to the original heroic spirits!"
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"
Rows of sergeants echoed Iskandar's roar and let out loud shouts.
Archer rode alone and faced the mighty army like a raging sea wave, but he didn't show any signs of embarrassment. He stood calmly and calmly in front of the army. His shining golden posture was like a lonely mountain. Only a demigod heroic spirit could possess this extraordinary sense of majestic oppression.
"Come here, Lord of the Overlord. You will understand what it means to be a true king..."
The King of Heroes said coldly and arrogantly. Under the leadership of the Divine Wheel, the heroic army began to rush towards the King of Heroes in a wedge formation.
Rider, who was leading the way, let out a long roar, and the cavalrymen also shouted in response to his roar. In this roar of charge that resounded through the sky, Waver also stretched out his tiny voice and shouted as loudly as possible——
"AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!!"
The thousands of troops of the "King's Army" raised rolling yellow sand, shook the earth and charged forward——
Even in the face of this thrilling scene, the Hero King Gilgamesh remained unmoved.
This was the second time he was trapped in a situation of fighting alone. The Conqueror King had generously displayed his trump card in front of him. If he was not sure of victory, he, the Hero King, would not have the face to stand here.
Use the sword of separation that created the world?
Even though the army was approaching, the Hero King still showed a self-deprecating smile at the corner of his mouth.
This idea was abandoned by him as early as last night——because of that damn Kotomine Kirei, he was now just a rootless duckweed, and any action that consumed a lot of magic power must be left to the end.
But this did not prevent the Hero King from paying respect to his recognized opponent.
"Dreams are high and ambitions are to dominate. This king praises your ambitions. But warriors, do you understand that the so-called dream will eventually end one day?"
The King's Treasury opened, and the green-gold flying boat carrying the king soared into the sky and rose into the clouds.
But how could Alexander the Great's army lack air control? With the order of the seven attendants, many strong soldiers bent their bows and drew their arrows. With the blessing of the heroic spirit, the arrows hit the Sky Boat Vimaya from bottom to top like meteors. The accumulated power even made all the original texts of all the flying machines wail.
However, the hero king sitting on the throne remained unmoved. After dodging and withstanding a round of volleys, he opened his blood-red snake eyes and smiled coldly:
"Too many treasures is also a trouble. Fortunately, I have a good memory. Then, it's my turn. Prepare to drink the bitter wine of defeat, King of Conquerors."
As Gilgamesh put his hand on the operating panel for the first time to operate, a gap quietly opened under the sky boat.