As a painter, how should I face the original heroine

"Of course, the king's words are for all people in the world to hear. If you come here sincerely, you will be friends or foes."

As he spoke, Iskandar scooped out a full spoonful of red wine with a bamboo ladle and held it out to the Assassins.

"Okay, you're welcome. Those who are willing to sit down and have a chat, come here to raise a glass together. This wine is with your blood."

call out--

A sharp dagger was thrown and cut off the bamboo handle, which was regarded as an answer to the King of Conquerors' invitation.

Chapter 45 The King's Army

"..."

Iskandar looked at his red wine-stained T-shirt and fell silent, while the surrounding Assassins laughed.

"I see. I have reminded you that this wine is your blood. If you want to throw it away like a shoe, there is nothing you can do."

The voice of the King of Conquerors was still calm, but it felt completely different, as if it was a moment of calm before the storm.

As soon as the words fell, a dry, scorching wind blew up in the atrium, and the whistling sound continued to roar in the ears. Everyone was blinded by the storm that seemed to come from the desert.

"Saber, and Archer, this is the last question of this banquet, how can the king be alone? Yes or no?"

The King of Conquerors standing in the center of the hot wind asked, he didn't know when he had put on his battle armor, and his blood-red cloak was constantly flying.

The King of Heroes laughed dumbfounded. There was no need to ask, how could the bastards walk with the King?

"If you are a king, you must be... lonely!"

The King of Knights replied without hesitation that she could not be swayed by those words before, and if she denied the belief she insisted on, she would not be worthy of becoming a king.

"No, you don't understand at all. For you like this, I must show the air of a king here and now."

The gust of wind mixed with hot sand became more violent, quickly eroding reality, and bringing everyone to another world.

"Bah bah... this is!?"

Wei Bo spat out the sand he had blown into his mouth, looked around, and found that he came to a desert plain under the scorching sun, with hot gravel under his feet.

"It turned out to be an inherent enchantment? How could it be..."

Irisviel exclaimed in disbelief. This kind of power to manifest the scene of the heart in reality can be said to be the limit that magic can achieve, almost a miraculous existence.

"Hmph... This is the land where my legion once traveled. It is the scenery that has been imprinted in my heart by the warriors who shared weal and woe with the king."

Iskandar standing in the wide barrier raised his hands high and said with a proud smile.

"This world and this landscape can appear in this world precisely because it is engraved on the hearts of all of us"

At the end of the desert came the sound of armor colliding as the army marched forward. In the astonished eyes of everyone, materialized soldiers of different races and equipment appeared one after another on the other side of the plain.Their strong bodies and bravery all show the strength of this army.

"Look, that's my unparalleled legion! Legendary warriors who are loyal to me even though their bodies have vanished into thin air and their spirits have been absorbed into the world as heroic spirits. The bond with them is my treasure, My god! The strongest Noble Phantasm that I am proud of as Iskandar—Ionian Hetairoi!"

There is only one reason why these unique heroic spirits, who have only been heard of in legends, gathered here at the same time. They are all warriors who once fought with the great Iskandar.

Betting on the dream of the king, the unending loyalty of the heroes who rode the battlefield with the king turned into this extraordinary Noble Phantasm.

Saber was deeply shocked by the scene in front of her, not because of the power of the "King's Army", but this Noble Phantasm shook her proud belief.

This unconditional support, this bond with his courtiers, is something that the knight king who pursued his ideals never got until the end of his career.

Everyone couldn't make any other sound except amazed. Even the King of Heroes who also had an EX-rank treasure, after seeing such a radiant army, he kept a straight face and stopped talking.

"Are you sure you can handle this?"

Irisviel asked Li Wei in a panic. This method is as powerful as cheating. It is obviously a battle between the Seven Knights for the Holy Grail, but Rider insisted on pulling out an army.

"Actually, it's not difficult. Large-scale attacks like the Sword of Oath of Victory or the Noble Phantasm of the King of Heroes can be dealt with. If it were me, I might use some more trouble-free methods."

Li Wei didn't think how thrilling the "king's army" was, and there were only tens of thousands of people fighting at full speed.Moreover, with the limited magic power of the Holy Grail, the abilities of this group of heroic spirits are severely limited, and they can basically be regarded as blank slates.

"The so-called king is a figure who lives a more exciting life than anyone else and makes everyone fall in love!"

The King of Conquerors, who straddled Bieai's horse, raised his sword and announced loudly to the legion.

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

The Heroic Spirits responded with the knocking of their shields and shouted in unison.

"The one who gathers the admiration of thousands of warriors and stands like a road sign can be the king. Therefore, the king is not alone!"

"Of course! Of course! Of course!"

The majestic shouts of the heroic spirits soared into the sky and resounded throughout the desert.

"Then let's start Assassin. As you can see, the battlefield we manifest is a plain, and the geographical advantage is on our side, which has a numerical advantage."

The King of Conquerors showed a cruel and ferocious smile, and he no longer needed to show any sympathy to the guy who ignored the king's words and refused the wine given by the king.

"Destroy them!!!"

Iskandar issued an order to his army, and what responded to him was the huge roar of the cavalry charging. This invincible army that once swept across half of Asia showed its edge again.

Faced with a nearly [-]-fold difference in numbers, the assassins had lost the fighting spirit to resist, and they either ran away, screamed, stayed in place, or charged in the opposite direction.As the King of Heroes said before, these guys are a bunch of rabble.

In front of the "king's army", Baimao Hassan couldn't even lift the waves, and was instantly submerged under the cavalry's hooves. He didn't form a decent resistance from the beginning to the end, leaving only blood and rolled up dust.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The cheers of victory sounded, and the soldiers held up all kinds of weapons, praising the bravery and prestige of the king. After the battle, the heroic spirits returned to their spiritual state and gradually disappeared with the desert.

Only the people who were so shocked were left, and the Conqueror, who hadn't tasted it from the battle yet, felt a little disappointed.

"We have finished what we have to say, let's call it a day."

Iskandar finished the wine in the glass, stood up on his knees, and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Rider, I haven't…"

The King of Knights was still brooding over his previous words, and continued to try to argue for himself, but was immediately interrupted by the opponent.

"Don't talk about it, tonight is a banquet for the king to talk freely. But Saber, I don't agree with you as the king. I said...you should wake up from that painful dream, otherwise one day, you will not even The minimum glory of being a hero will be lost."

The King of Conquerors cast a last glance at the knight girl and sincerely persuaded him, and then he summoned the Kamui Wheel with a wave of his sword and drove Weber on it.

"That's not the case! I..."

Ignoring Saber's rebuttal, accompanied by the roar of thunder, the chariot shone with lightning gradually disappeared into the night sky