Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 686 The Last Conquest
What Waver said was not an order, it was just a matter of course.

With the rider's ability, if he hadn't been given a weak master like himself, he would definitely be able to shine in the Holy Grail War.

So it's just a compensation...?
Weber himself didn't know.

"Use the Command Seal again to issue an order——Rider, you must take the Holy Grail."

Amidst his confusion, the second Command Seal also disappeared, and the flash of crimson light on the back of his hand made him feel a little sorry.

Rationalism, the magician, in its final struggle, cries for him to stop.

"Finally, I give the order with a Command Spell."

Webb firmly raised the hand with the last Command Spell painted on it and looked at the king on horseback.At least, at this moment, he can look at him without any timidity.This is the last and only honor of being a Master.

"Rider, you must conquer the whole world. Failure is not allowed."

The three liberated stigmata radiated majestic magic power, which swept into the body of the King of Conquerors in a whirlwind.As a magus, Weber may never have the opportunity to use such a huge magic power again in his life.

However, even so, he still felt from the bottom of his heart that this was the happiest behavior in his life.No regrets.As compensation for losing everything, that was enough.

Losing all the Command Seals gave Weber a sense of liberation and satisfaction.

"...In this way, I will no longer be your Master—go!"

Weber lowered his head, looked at his feet, and then began to pay attention to the yellow sand beside the shoes.He didn't dare, and didn't want to see the rider's expression.What does King Conqueror look like now?disdain?surprise?Or praise?Or relieved?It doesn't matter anymore.The current Weber is just a stranger in the Holy Grail War.

If possible, he even hoped that Rider would forget about the encounter between the two, so that the life of the great Conqueror would not be filled with "the sorrow of being driven by a weak master".

The expected sound of horseshoes crushing the yellow sand did not resound.

Instead, Weber's whole body floated up.

Of course humans cannot fly. Weber felt a force pulling on the back of his neck, fighting against the gravity of the earth, and easily won, lifting Weber up.

Like a kitten being held in its mouth.

"Of course I will win!—But, since the annoying order was issued, have you made up your mind? Come and witness the moment when the order is fulfilled."

That heroic voice, as always, has a refreshing taste.This big man, no matter what time it is, has a sassy look that makes it difficult to look directly at.

"You, you, you idiot!"

"Whether you are Master or not, you are my friend, this will not change."

The tears pouring out of his eyes overflowed like a spring, and when they flowed down his nose, they mixed with the snot, making it difficult for Wei Bo to breathe, and it was even more difficult to make a sound. Even so, he still choked up and asked.

"...I...people like me...really...really...can I be by your side..."

The King of Conquerors smiled as if listening to a joke, and patted his thin shoulder.

"Aren't you the man who faces the enemy with me? Then, you are a friend. Stand shoulder to shoulder with me with your chest up."

"Then keep your eyes open, boy!"

"...Ah, I will definitely be watching with these eyes!"

The magic power of the three command spells was integrated into the body of the Conqueror King Iskandar. Although there was no actual performance, something like aura surged from his body, messing up his hair and cloak like a tornado. .

Command spells have almost no coercive force when it comes to such vague orders.

Otherwise, as long as the master uses the command spell to order the servant to get the Holy Grail. If 7 Masters issue this order together, they will get 7 Holy Grails. How can there be a Holy Grail War?To put it bluntly, the command spell is just a source of coercive magic power, and it has little effect in the face of the theory that one must win.

But what does it matter to the King of Conquerors?These orders were exactly in line with his intentions, but strengthened his momentum.

In the inherent enchantment, the king's army has begun to gradually collapse.

In terms of individual combat effectiveness and numbers, the king's army is more dominant.

However, the undead army has a special fighting method that erases individuality and integrates everyone into one body. Once the war elephant of death moves, it must be accompanied by the golden light of the defeated soldiers.

And Yagi Yusai's previous blow, the dazzling light beam blade easily crushed the flank of the king's army, giving Darius an opportunity to take advantage of.

The original formation was destroyed, and Darius took advantage of it.

As soon as the Conqueror kicked his stirrups, Busifalas understood at once.Picking up the spear he had received from the attendant next to him, the King of Conquerors rushed towards Darius.

When the King of Conquerors returned, the king's army's morale increased greatly, and the spear-throwing team composed of thousands of people also mustered more strength, and threw all their spears into the sky, firing towards Darius' war elephant.

In mid-air, the rain of javelins that seemed to blacken the sky, each of which was glowing with magical power, rushed towards Darius' battle elephant of death, but just like before, before attacking Darius, they Seeing a sea of ​​flames burning violently in the sky, the blazing flames melted the spears in the sky.

Joan of Arc was standing next to the throne on the top of the war elephant, with a skull on her feet, her knees raised, and one arm resting on top of it. She was like a bad girl in animation, bending her body to look down at the earth, with her hands in her hands With a wave of the battle flag, flames quickly surged from the ground.

Black Joan's fighting style was originally similar to that of a heavy tank, with high magic power and high attack, destroying wherever it went.Now in coordination with Darius' war elephant, you don't even have to worry about moving, as long as you see enemies around you, just burn them.

This carefree feeling of only needing to think about fighting made her extra happy.

Whatever it is!Just kill them all!burn out!Feel free to vent your anger!That's it!

Black Joan couldn't help thinking so.

You don't need fetters, you don't need friends, and of course you don't need others' understanding.I am the embodiment of revenge, so I just need to continue to revenge!

Keep going insane.

Keep mocking the gods.

As long as someone desires this power, then give it.

As long as anyone expects this frenzy, then let it out.

After all, Jeanne Alter is such a shadow of a heroic spirit.The only remaining shadow of the bubble.

Before it is shattered, it must be colorful and gorgeous, otherwise it is not worth it.

In the distance, the yellow sand was endless, and Joan of Arc saw a black horse rushing towards this side.

She cheered up again, sneered, the flame in her hand condensed, and was about to shoot it out, the sudden change made her a little bit at a loss, the flame in her hand was burning, but she didn't shoot it out...

(End of this chapter)