"The friendship with them is my, Iskandar's, greatest treasure, my Kingly Way. My, Iskandar's, most precious Noble Phantasm—Ionian Hetairoi!" The Conqueror King opened his arms and shouted proudly.
An EXEXEX-rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm, the continuous summoning of independent Servants.
There was a God of War, King Maharaja, and founders of dynasties throughout history. Gathered before them were unique Heroic Spirits heard of only in legends.
All of them possessed illustrious renown—they were all warriors who had once fought alongside the great Iskandar.
The surrounding Heroic Spirits and Masters looked in shock at the endless army around them.
What a powerful ability. Even Goldie's eyes revealed a hint of admiration. But it was fleeting. A Reality Marble? What a pity, Conqueror King. If your hidden trump card wasn't a Reality Marble, perhaps I would find it troublesome. But unfortunately... what this king fears least is a Reality Marble.
"Bonds between the army and oneself? Indeed an impressive move. But, I'll say it again, Conqueror King, you are not a qualified ruler either. Success due to bonds, failure due to bonds... The bonds between warriors and yourself achieved your hegemony, but similarly, these bonds meant the country you built vanished after your death... Conquering the world is easy, holding it is hard. Hahaha, but even I am infected by this fighting spirit of galloping across the battlefield. Friendship between men can only be communicated through fists! Conqueror King, I look forward to the battle between you and me more and more." Meruem's eyes were full of fighting intent.
Artoria held the holy sword and lowered her head, thinking about something unknown. If someone could get close, they would definitely hear Artoria whispering, "Can I also obtain a miracle?"
"A King must live more vividly than anyone else and make the masses admire him!" The Conqueror King shouted loudly while sitting on his legendary steed, Bucephalus. The peerless army responded with loud shouts as well.
"Alright, let's begin, Assassin!" The Conqueror King pointed the Sword of the Cypriots straight at the dozens of Assassins of various forms. His smiling eyes were filled with ferocity and cruelty. The Conqueror King was not prepared to communicate nicely with petty people who dared to offend a King. Given the choice between fine wine and steel blades, they chose steel blades, so they are enemies! In front of the Conqueror King's seemingly endless army, the number of Assassins appeared so insignificant. Who proposed that earlier? More people? Gang up? Fine, our gang will beat your gang.
Very fair, right?
"Crush them!" With the wave of the Conqueror King's sword, the peerless army swarmed toward the Assassins.
I really don't understand. As assassins, not only do they not hide in the dark to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent, but they inexplicably pop out to confront warriors head-on. Should I say that this generation of Old Man of the Mountain has shit for brains?
Sneak attack, and if one hit misses, flee far away, then find the next opportunity to strike—that's what a true assassin should do.
Even if they are pawns to be discarded, they should be used well to exert their proper value. Such a performance can only be said to be no different from a clown.
The previously arrogant Assassins could no longer be found where the army passed; clearly, they had been wiped out without even a trace remaining.
"Ura~~~" With the shout of victory, the Conqueror King released "Ionian Hetairoi," and everyone returned to the castle courtyard.
The person most deeply affected by this should be Waver.
"What a killjoy... We've said everything we need to say to each other, right? Then let's end it here for today." The Conqueror King said somewhat wearily—not physically, but mentally.
"Wait, RIDER, KING and I haven't..."
"Shut up."
The Conqueror King stopped Artoria's words with a forceful tone.
"Tonight is a banquet between Kings. But Saber, and KING, I do not acknowledge you two as Kings."
"Hahaha... just because our Kingly Ways differ, you completely deny the other party? Conqueror King, you really are as domineering as your life credo." Unlike Artoria's conflicted appearance, Meruem took it very lightly. Whether I am a King or not isn't up to others, but up to myself.
"Of course. I am the Conqueror King." The Conqueror King laughed heartily. "KING, although I am also very curious about your Kingly Way... based on what was said at the banquet today, I will not acknowledge your Kingly Way."
"I don't need your acknowledgement... because the things I have done are beyond the imagination of anyone present here." Meruem looked at everyone arrogantly and said. "Gods and demons... I don't know how many have been slain by my hands. Not to mention mere Asia or Europe... I have dominated several worlds. Even the universe... Your vision and limitations are too small. If you had witnessed human strength resisting thousands of troops or even countless gods, you would understand. Justice? Evil? Kingly Way? Hegemonic Way? They are all meaningless, because it all depends on my single thought." Meruem pointed to his forehead at this moment.
"Hahaha, Conqueror King, I really look forward to the battle between us. When the time comes, I will destroy your belief in the Hegemonic Way with my own hands."
"Perhaps, but this king will not lose, because this king is not alone."
"Not just you, but SABER too... I hope to see your strongest form. The form when your peerless twelve Knights of the Round Table gather together, and you retrieve your strongest Noble Phantasm, Avalon. Conqueror King, when that time comes, maybe let alone me, you won't even be able to beat this little girl you looked down on from the start."
"Hahaha, if this pitiful little girl can do that, then I don't mind acknowledging her. But... I advise her to wake up from her painful dream as soon as possible, otherwise one day she will even lose the qualification to become a hero."
"Conqueror King, you will not understand the Way of the Sage King. She is just lost in a self-perpetuating cycle. When she wakes up, she will be sublimated. If you think differently, I think she is closer to a perfect King than your so-called Hegemonic Way."
"KING, you defend this little girl so much... you haven't fallen for her, have you?" The Conqueror King's words were clearly teasing.
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