Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

boom!

The huge force smashed Saber from the sky like a shooting star, landed on the yellow sand on the ground, and splashed dust that covered the sky and the sun.

"King, are you done with it?" Clatrus came to the King of Conqueror's side and stared at the big pit covered by dust.

"In such a situation, no one should be able to survive." With an exotic accent, the Indian king Poros said.

"No, on the contrary, we are in big trouble. A monster has shot... That guy couldn't hold back in the end."

Iskandar was not at all happy, he knew that before his sword touched Saber's body, a strange tentacle completely blocked his slash.

Although it was already expected that Rope would not be able to sit back and watch Saber be eliminated, it was beyond Iskandar's imagination to take action when the King of Knights did not even use his Noble Phantasm.

It seems that this Lancer Master cherishes Saber... Iskandar thought with a headache.

About ten seconds later, a strange wind blew up on the battlefield. It was not an ordinary desert sandstorm, but a more strange, evil and ominous wind.

Feeling the wind, Iskandar's cold sweat flowed down violently.

With a wave of his hand, he announced loudly to the soldiers behind him.

"Everyone! Back off! Weber Velvet! Close your eyes and don't open them no matter what!"

After the king gave the order, he rode on his beloved horse, and led the army to retreat to the rear, wanting to leave a distance and reorganize the army to make a grand charge.

Maybe the last time.

"Twice... The god that that kid believes in really favors him."

The distance has exceeded one kilometer, and Iskandar smiled wryly as he watched the smoke being blown away, revealing the figure of an alien god.

- The King of Yellow Clothes.

"Saber, are you alright?"

The strange voice was full of tenderness, and Ropey stretched out a tentacle to support the blond girl who was half-kneeling on the ground.

The latter slightly repelled Rope's form, and slightly avoided it.

"Thank you, but it's not necessary, Avalon has returned, that level of damage..." The Knight King wanted to say something, but was helplessly interrupted by his titular lord.

"The injury will heal, but it will also be painful! This is what I don't want to see, no matter what, Saber, you are already my friend, do you think I will watch my friend get hurt and silently appreciate it?"

"..."

Hearing Rope's words, Saber's heart warmed.

Although this young man looks indifferent, but as long as he is familiar with it, he is quite a reliable comrade in arms...

The eyes in Saber's glass-colored pupils softened, and even with this emotion, she didn't find Rope's strange figure disgusting, and even a little cute.

"Saber, stop being self-willed, and liberate your Noble Phantasm." Rope continued. "I understand why you are fighting against Rider's army alone. But what I want to tell you is that no matter how others misunderstand you or betray you, as your friend, I will definitely support you without reservation, so don't betray you. To drown in the grief of the past again."

And this sincere feeling of understanding oneself...

"……I see."

Saber let out a long sigh of relief and clenched the holy sword in his hand.

"Let me come to the last, smash the conquering king's way of overlord."

"Walking with you." Rope bowed slightly, with a smile in his words.

Iskandar in the distance seemed to be ready for a last-ditch battle, shouting a meaningless battle cry and launching the final charge of the King of Conquerors.

Looking at the billowing smoke and dust, Rope and Saber read out the strongest attack tactics together, offering a return salute to the great tyrant.

"Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur)!!"

"HarryLakeTheUnknownWind!!!"

The storm of divine power and the light of the planet gathered together, crushing towards the charging Iskandar.

It was an absolutely impossible attack.

But the Macedonian king still didn't stop charging, laughed, and rushed forward to meet the attack, like a moth to a fire, but none of the people present thought he was stupid.

Because that is the belief of a king to carry out his life.

Never back down! ! !Never compromise! ! !

Finally, the strongest attack surged and collided with the peerless army that only existed and imagined.

The final sound of the end sounded.

——The fourth war, the last enemy heroic spirit, the ancient Macedonian king, Rider Alexander Iskander, retired.

Chapter [-]: The Holy Grail Advent and Mission Completion

The scene of the yellow sand filling the sky gradually shattered, and the inherent barrier could no longer be maintained after the death of Iskandar. It was corrected by the mighty force of the restraining force, and the reality of the scene came into Rope's eyes again.

Although Weber closed his eyes, he knew that his king had implemented his beliefs, left this world forever, and returned to his Throne of Heroes to sleep forever.

"It's finally resolved."

Rope lifted the transformation, and the whole person was indescribably relaxed.

Up to now, the victory of the Holy Grail War has truly belonged to him, and there will be no more accidents, and no one can disturb him, which also proves that his first trial mission has come to an end perfectly.