I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

Relying on his excellent military ability, Iskandar barely withstood the heavy offensive of the Scourge, but the battle line had been pushed back from the snowfield to the desert.

A steady stream of undead of various colors surged out from the ice valley mountain pass, replenishing the rear of the vanguard army one after another, so that no matter how many undead the warriors from Macedonia killed, the number of enemies would not decrease.

This is one of the most famous tactics of the Scourge, which plunges the enemy into the ocean of undead war, so as to take advantage of the undead's tireless advantage to grind the opponent to death.

Although refueling tactics are a taboo for military strategists, it depends on how much oil reserves you have in your hands.

Anyway, neither Arthas, the Lich King, nor Kel'Thuzad as the commander actually knew how many forgotten souls were sleeping under this perpetually frozen glacier.

The fighting was still going on, and with the passage of time, the size of King Iskandar's army had been reduced by nearly half.

And because the magic power of Iskandar's inherent enchantment is shared by all members of the army, most of its embodied mental world has been eroded and swallowed up by the "Undead Scourge" that is also an inherent enchantment.

The desert plains that had been scorched by the scorching sun were covered with frost and permafrost, thick dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, and cold blizzards swept in.

Inch by inch the light was being swallowed up by the darkness, heralding the inevitable defeat of the dying heroes.

Facing the Scourge that was killing more and more, even the Macedonian warriors who were all servants were more or less afraid in their hearts.

If they descended as servants with their corresponding Noble Phantasms, then the victory of this war might still be somewhat uncertain.

Of course, fortunately, they are all followers.

Otherwise, the comrades who once fought side by side turned into undead after death and swung their knives at him.

"Warriors! Hold your chest up!!"

Iskandar loudly encouraged the remaining 1 soldiers around him. Even in the face of such a dangerous situation, the King of Conquerors still did not panic or waver in the slightest.

"We have faced the huge army of Darius III of the Persian Empire that is several times larger than our own. We have also experienced countless miracles where the weak defeated the strong and turned defeat into victory!"

Under the call of the King of Conquerors, the fighting spirit of the somewhat slumped soldiers became aroused again, and they all looked up at the King whom they had dedicated their loyalty to.

"This king's army is unparalleled in the world! The warriors who serve this king are unparalleled in the world! Now is the time to show our integrity as warriors."

Iskandar, sitting on the horse, was in front of the army, holding his clenched fists high, with a bold smile on his face as always.

"Destroy it!! This will be my last charge on this journey! Even if I die in battle, I will have no regrets!!!"

Kel'Thuzad stared at Iskandar, and finally understood what the Lich King said before. This is indeed a respectable and worthy opponent.

Whether as a legion commander or as a king.

Such a hero, even in Kel'Thuzad's long memory, he couldn't find a few stalwarts who could match him, and there were quite a few who were slightly worse.

After correcting his mentality, Kel'Thuzad used means of paying enough attention to the opponent in response to the final attack led by Iskandar.

He dispatched the Frost Dragon.

When land units face air units, they are naturally at a disadvantage. Even if they have sophisticated anti-air and air defense measures, they can't be careless.

Therefore, when rows of ice-blue dragon breaths fell from the sky and hit the king's army, only Iskandar who resolutely gave up riding the horse and rode his own chariot escaped.

Iskandar's inherent barrier was completely shattered, and the last inch of the desert was also stained with pure white snow, and the icy cold wind blew on people's faces like a knife.

Iskandar returned to Weber and Kenneth, stroked his hair with his big hands, and then shrugged, showing a little helplessness.

"Ah, it seems that the king's strategy is wrong. I really didn't expect the old man of the mountain to hide such a trick in the end."

Several black lines appeared on Weber's head when he heard the words, because before the battle started, even he, as the master, didn't know that Iskandar was also hiding an EX-level super-standard Noble Phantasm .

The man on the mountain walked towards the direction where Iskandar was, and all the undead along the way spontaneously gave way to a wide road, not daring to disobey the king in the slightest.

"Kel'Thuzad, withdraw your troops. I will settle the rest by myself."

Kel'Thuzad, who was in front of the Frozen Throne, received the order from the Old Man of the Mountain, and announced the king's order to all the liches with his mind.

The undead creatures retreated back to the ice valley mountain pass in an orderly manner, returned to their previous positions and fell asleep again, quietly waiting for the next call from the king.

With the lifting of the "natural disaster of the undead", the space scenery changed, and everyone returned to the remote road in Fuyuki City before.

Iskandar looked at the man on the mountain who was walking towards him, and accepted his upcoming fate without any psychological burden.

"Hey—!"

The sound of the evening bell came at the right time, clearly revealing that the destiny has arrived.

"Rider..."

Wei Bo tremblingly raised his head to look at the King of Conquerors, and there was already a cry in his tone of voice.

"Speaking of which, I have one thing I must ask."

Iskandar turned his head to look at Weber who was standing beside him, his calm expression carried a seriousness without anger.

"Weber Velvet, are you willing to be the king's subject?"

Upon hearing this, Weber's pupils dilated involuntarily, and tears that were already unstoppable filled his eyes. He recalled all the things he had spent with Iskandar in just a few days, and his emotions were very complicated.

"Of course. You, you are the king who has been guiding me forward!"

Iskandar nodded, looked forward with his head held high, drew out his sword and stepped on the chariot again.

"Wei Bo, as a subject, witness the king's figure at the last moment! Then tell the world about the king's dream, and show the world the demeanor of Iskandar!"

Shouting impassioned words, Iskandar drove his chariot to face the old man of the mountain and launched his final charge. Standing still and waiting to die was not at all in line with his character of the conqueror.

"There is glory in the other side, and it is because it is so far away that people need to challenge it! Praise the domineering, show the domineering! This is, exactly, my glorious and legendary life of Iskandar!!"

Wei Bo wiped away his tears and stared at the king who was running towards the end without hesitation. His steady back did not pause or flinch, even if he knew that there was an invincible enemy ahead, he would not be afraid of it.

"Hey -! Hey -! Hey -!"

Accompanied by Iskandar's attack, the sound of the evening bell became more urgent and louder, and the flickering thunder and lightning crackled, and the two divine bulls charged towards the mountain man with their horns on their heads.

"Listen clearly, the evening bell has revealed your name."

The dark blue fire rolled and swept, and the next moment, the figure of the old man of the mountain appeared on the chariot that was galloping and shooting.

"Death Feather, beheaded—"

Iskandar's pupils shrank suddenly, and just as he was about to lift the sword in his hand and slash it, he saw the jet-black sword flashing extremely fast in mid-air, leaving him no time to react at all.

"Death to the angels!"

Chapter 50 The Eve of the End

On the unknown road in Fuyuki City, with the lingering sound of the evening bell, beautiful snow-white feathers floated in the deep night sky.

The figure of the old man of the mountain, who almost melted into the night, stood in the middle of the avenue with a sword, and the blue-black billowing fire was burning at his feet, just like the ghost of death who came to the limit.

And Iskandar, the King of Conquerors who had just charged against the Old Man of the Mountain, had already disappeared at this moment.

"That's right. I'm very satisfied with the heads I've harvested tonight."

The man on the mountain seemed to be in a very happy mood. He glanced at Weber and Kenneth who were standing not far away, but he didn't hear the sound of the evening bell.

Then, he stretched out his black cloak and disappeared without warning.

Wei Bo, who had been holding his breath all the time, was completely relaxed after the mountain man left, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

When the old man on the mountain looked over just now, Weber was really frightened, and his thumping heart still hasn't slowed down.

And Kenneth, who looked very calm, had already been soaked in cold sweat, even as one of the clock tower monarchs, he had no way to confront the servants head-on.

Perhaps, if he came over from the other parallel world, it would still be possible.

But because it is in front of his own students, no matter how he is a teacher, Kenneth must maintain his proper personality.

"Wei Bo, remember that you are a student of the clock tower now, hurry up and fix your appearance."

Kenneth pretended to reprimand Weber, who was a little out of his composure, and then took out three pre-bought air tickets from his pocket and shook them in his hand.

"Let's go, there is still an hour's flight. Now that you have retired from the Holy Grail War, let's leave this ghost place in the Far East as soon as possible."

Winterwood Forest, Einzbern Castle.

Irisviel, who was standing by the window looking at the moon, suddenly limp and fell to the side, and Artoria, who had quick eyes and quick hands, stepped forward to support her.

The knight girl looked at the increasingly frail Irisviel, a trace of worry appeared on her cool and pretty face.

"Irisviel, what's wrong with you? Why do I feel that your body is much worse than the previous few days? Is it because of the burden of magic power?"

Panting heavily, Irisviel waved her hands, and with Artoria's help, she sat on the double bed in the room.

The silver-haired and red-eyed wife took a few deep breaths, and gradually eased from the sudden sense of powerlessness.

"Saber, just now, two more servants withdrew from the Holy Grail War."

As the little Holy Grail, Irisviel felt that the pressure on her body had increased significantly in a short period of time, and she immediately guessed that there had finally been a breakthrough and change in the situation of the Holy Grail War.

"The two of you? Who could it be? Irisviel, you should lie down and have a good rest for a while."

Arturia pushed Irisviel down on the bed and covered her with a quilt, while thinking about the other's words in her heart.

"It's not clear yet, but we have to be prepared to meet the enemy. This signal at least shows that one of the forces has begun to lose its composure."

Irisviel held Artoria's hand in her own, and forced a gentle smile on her face.

"You must accompany me to the end, my knight."

The unsmiling Artoria nodded with a serious face, and the holy blue eyes reflected Irisviel's face without a trace of ruddy blood.

"Of course, this is something that has been agreed long ago."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Artoria put Irisviel's arm back under the quilt, straightened up and said:

"Ai Li, wait a moment, I'll get you a cup of hot water."

Irisviel tilted her head and looked at Arturia's back as she disappeared through the door, finally shed her disguise, and sighed a little at a loss.

"This is already the third one. Even with the help of Avalon, my body can support at most one more, and then it will collapse, and finally lose consciousness completely."

Irisviel looked at the ceiling of the bedroom, recalling every detail of her life with Emiya Kiritsugu.

She had never had much intrigue with anyone, and she really couldn't adapt to the intrigue in the Holy Grail War, and she didn't know what to do next.

In the empty room, the woman murmured to herself: "Time is really running out."

Tohsaka House, Tohsaka Tokiomi, who has not obtained the latest information at the first time, is still thinking about the plan that may be used next in his basement.

The hundred-faced Hassan who was hiding in the dark was distributed throughout the mansion to take on the task of guarding the mansion, while Gilgamesh, who had nothing to do, came to Kotomine Kirei's unusually simple bedroom again.

After hearing the news of Emiya Kiritsugu's death from Tosaka Tokiomi, Kotomine Kirei fell into confusion, feeling that he had lost the best chance to get the answer he wanted.

Kotomine Kirei, who was born with a personality defect, can't feel the beauty of what ordinary people say is beautiful, but he can't forget what many people say is ugly.

This is the problem that he has been troubled with since he was young. Even if he tried his best to correct it, the effect was minimal.

The 27-year-old Kotomine Kirei once had a lover named Claudia Ordesia, and gave birth to a lovely daughter with her.

But his wife committed suicide two years ago in front of Kotomine Kirei, in order to prove that Kotomine Kirei has normal human emotions and that he can love others.

But Mine Kirei didn't feel any sadness when facing his wife lying in a pool of blood, instead he thought: "Since you are going to die, why don't you let yourself do it."

All in all, Kotomine Kirei, a priest with a weird and indifferent personality, has never been a normal person. Even if he was chosen by the Holy Grail to become the Master, he still can't clearly understand what kind of wish he has placed on him.

"Kirei, are you still obsessed with thinking about yourself? Looking at your stiff look, I really don't know what to say."

Gilgamesh, who had transformed from a spirit body into a physical body, lay sideways on the sofa in the room, looking at the priest in front of him who seemed very boring from the beginning to the end.

"King of Heroes, why are you here again?"

Kotomine Kirei, who woke up from a daze, noticed Gilgamesh who had come uninvited in the room, but he still didn't understand the purpose of this servant who always liked to talk to him in the past two days.

Gilgamesh did not answer Kotomine Kirei's question, but went to the desk and picked up the information on it and glanced at it.

"Is this Tokiomi's next plan? It's still as boring as ever, not even qualified as a sideshow to please this king."

Kotomine Kirei didn't stop the King of Heroes from doing anything, anyway, if this plan that was drafted just now was really going to be implemented, Gilgamesh would definitely not be hiding it from him.

"Tomorrow is the last day of the Holy Grail War, and everything will be settled, but I just don't know if things will develop as Master and Father envisioned."

Gilgamesh became slightly interested in Kotomine Kirei's words, he put down the paper in his hand, turned into a spirit body, and returned to the sofa in an instant.

"Oh? What is the minister's expectation at that time? This king thinks that it is not just about taking back the Holy Grail."

Kotomine Kirei raised his eyes and stared at Gilgamesh, and from the bottom of his heart he suddenly had an idea of ​​wanting to expose the essence of the Holy Grail War and let the king know.

He couldn't wait to know what kind of expression Gilgamesh would show when he knew the truth.

Once this thought arises, it cannot be suppressed no matter what.

Even Kotomine Kirei felt the long-lost expectation and excitement, as if he could get the answer he had been searching for for a long time as long as he did so.

"Gilgamesh, let me tell you the truth about the Holy Grail War that you don't even know."