I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"Your Majesty!"

What faced the Xiongnu was a red indifferent pupil, with a three-color rainbow on his forehead, and a bluish-white fluid star emblem printed on his body.

"You should enjoy your spoils now, Gudrun. Tomorrow will go to Rome!"

"I found a letter with the signature of the King of Conquerors in Richard I's army."

"letter……"

Attila, who was disassembled, couldn't understand the text inside, but he had his own full-time subordinates to translate.

After a while, words related to Iskandar the Conqueror, Vlad III, World Crisis, etc. sounded in the big tent.

Attila frowned: "The King of Conquerors... is really an incredible person. He even predicted our attack route and left this letter, and summoned me, an existence that can only destroy, to save the world?"

Altila's expression was slightly dazed, her hands were already stained with blood, and she had been indoctrinated with the idea of ​​conqueror and destroyer since she was a child.

"My vocation is to destroy, and so is my mission..." Altera whispered.

There is no starry sky in the tent, but they can observe their marching route through the map woven above their heads.

From the Aral Sea in Kazakhstan, west to the Atlantic coast...

"Without this letter, we will go to Rome tomorrow!"

That's right, she is a destroyer, an existence that does nothing but destroy.

The dream she marched, Rome should still have a spoiler.

She will invite him.

Galloping on the grassland, looting the whole world...

……

Black Sea, dead zone.

An ominous black wind blew up, forming a barrier covering a huge oval around the coast of the Black Sea.

The sound of crying and the roar of shouting and killing resounded here.

Surrounding the river banks along the entire Black Sea, this is a place that all kings and residents on land have never set foot in.

This is the final destination of the souls of all wars.

The phantom-like army slowly walked out at the border, wrapped in the undead black wind behind them, and the leader of them was a existence who held a black and golden holy spear and was wrapped in pitch-black armor.

Her eyes were in the dead zone under the black wind, releasing golden shimmering pupils that did not belong to human beings, the mount in black armor, and the skeleton warhorse also had an ominous tyrannical scarlet.

Squeezing the letter in his hand, a cold voice came out from under the black helmet.

"Vlad III... that guy really did it. Damn it!"

"The Storm King..."

"Start soul traction and fix the coordinates of Saber Alter."

"Yes!"

A spiritual projection that is very different from that of Chaldea, a background of a desert water park emerges above the pitch-black enchantment barrier.

A dull-haired figure with a blue ice cream in his mouth, wearing a black coat, and holding a sniper rifle made the atmosphere of the soldiers and generals walking out of hell a little stiff.

"Saber Alter." The Storm King snorted, his tone calm and pretentious.

"Now please call me Rider." Arturia Alter said seriously.

"What are you doing?"

"There is no doubt that I am carrying out our mission." Slightly shifting his gaze, Artoria Alter aimed his gun at the same face wearing a crown in the water park below.

"Kill all the uprights, we Alters will become orthodox!"

"That's not why you have an ice cream in your mouth."

"Don't give orders to me. You are just me going to another path. We (Alter) are just a cooperative relationship. The power of this desert oasis kingdom is getting bigger and bigger."

boom!

Pull the trigger, and there is a crisp sound.

"Damn it, that laid-back Archer actually avoided it. I have to retreat, talk about it later!"

Although it was a serious conversation, the atmosphere inexplicably made the Black Sea's newly dispatched dead army stay in place. The aura belonging to the sun in the water park just now was too dazzling.

Until a few minutes later, in a somewhat normal desert.

Arturia Alter: "Okay, it's almost safe here. Do you have anything to do?"

The Storm King suppressed his anger and said: "Come back, the characteristics of Vlad III have exploded."

"...His transformation? Before we Alters defeat the Lion King, the world can't be destroyed. You wait—"

Arturia Alter (Rider) changed her spiritual outfit and turned into a heavily armored black knight (Saber)

……

Britain, the realm of the round table.