Domineering and unparalleled!
Looking down upon all directions!
Seeing that figure, everyone had such thoughts.
Even Gilgamesh and Iskandar looked solemn.
The meaning in his words was already clear.
"Mere Devil."
Gilgamesh put down his wine glass and was about to stand.
But Iskandar was faster.
"Haha, young Devil, since you want to settle this directly?"
Iskandar laughed heartily. "Then let's fight!"
The moment his words fell, an inexplicable ripple spread.
Both Ayato and Iskandar had simultaneously vanished from where they stood.
"This is... a Reality Marble?"
Irisviel's pupils contracted, a look of shock in her eyes.
This was the highest level of magic, a domain akin to a forbidden curse.
"Don't worry, Master will win."
Medusa said confidently. "The King of Conquerors is no match for him."
"That's right."
Recalling Ayato's momentum from just now, Irisviel showed a look of admiration.
"Since he's beaten me to it, I'll reluctantly deal with you first."
Gilgamesh drained the wine in his cup. "Though you are a false king, I hope you won't disappoint me too much."
"Then..."
Artoria drew her long sword, the invisible blade in her hand emitting a brilliant light. "Let's fight."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Sand blew, the heat seeming to burn everything.
As far as the eye could see, there's only golden sand.
This was a desert.
As if the entire world was made of piled sand.
Iskandar stood atop his chariot. Behind him, within the sky-filling yellow sand, figures gradually emerged.
In an instant,
An endless sea of people had become an unparalleled army.
"Behold, Devil Mori Ayato."
Iskandar's expression was unprecedentedly solemn as he looked directly at Ayato.
"This is my unparalleled army. Though their bodies have long since disappeared, their very existence, as Heroic Spirits, transcends time and space to answer my summons."
"They are my strongest Noble Phantasm, the Army of the King."
Hearing this, Ayato's eyes flickered.
'A Reality Marble!'
'Rewriting reality with one's inner world.'
'It was indeed a remarkable ability, one that had touched the realm of gods.'
"As a sign of respect for you, my servants will see to your burial."
The moment his words fell, brilliant magic circles appeared one after another on the ground before Ayato.
Figures, some graceful, some tall, some holy, materialized one by one.
Utaha looked at Ayato reproachfully. "Master, have you grown tired of the old for the new? You've been gone for so long."
Ayato raised an eyebrow. "Really? I recall it's only been a few days."
Stare!
Utaha stared intently at Ayato.
'Didn't this Master know I missed him?'
"Utaha-senpai, Master must have had important things to do."
Asia quickly comforted her.
"Oh, there aren't any women around this time."
Utaha looked around and her eyes immediately lit up, her dispiritedness completely swept away.
'What do you know? So this perverted Master could actually do serious things too.'
Esdeath then said, "Master, didn't your new servants come with you?"
Utaha's expression stiffened, her eyes instantly losing their luster.
'Indeed. To believe in this perverted Master, even for a moment, was my greatest mistake.'
"Alright, this is a battlefield. We'll talk later."
Ayato waved his hand and briefly explained the situation.
"Young Devil, it seems your earlier declaration of being the Harem King wasn't a joke."
Iskandar looked at Ayato's servants, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. "But sending so many women onto the battlefield... are you serious?"
"I can't pretend I didn't hear that."
The women's eyes all turned dangerous.
A terrifying momentum erupted from each of them, directly causing the surrounding yellow sand to roll like waves.
"It seems I've underestimated you."
Iskandar's expression turned serious as he said earnestly, "I, the King of Conquerors, apologize for what I just said."
"But in this battle, we will win."
"Win! Win! Win!"
Amidst the earth-shattering war cries, countless soldiers surged forward like a raging tide.
The entire Army of the King began to unleash their valor.
Every face was filled with fanaticism and fighting spirit.
They were not mere puppets, but true Heroic Spirits, with their own thoughts and souls.
Having walked through bloody battlefields countless times, combat was etched into their very bones.
Without any communication, everyone charged with the force of a collapsing mountain, forming the most terrifying formation.
The sound of swords leaving their scabbards was unending, turning into an earth-shattering slaughter.
"Think numbers will help?"
The corner of Esdeath's mouth curled up as she smiled wantonly. "Then how about this... Ice Cavalry."
Endless cold spread, the originally scorching desert transforming into a frozen wasteland.
The surrounding ground froze solid, and lifelike ice cavalry materialized out of thin air.
Looking into the distance,
There were at least a hundred thousand of them.
Rumble! Rumble!
The next moment, the two armies collided.
An unprecedented explosion seemed to occur across the entire desert.
The vast Reality Marble shook as if the very earth and sky were moving.
"Damn it, I can't let Esdeath have all the glory."
Utaha floated into the air, a huge magic circle appearing before her.
In an instant, the entire world was swept by fierce winds. Endless hurricanes surged violently.
Under everyone's watch, as the storm emerged from the magic circle, flames shot from Utaha's hands.
Boom!
The Essence of the Fire God and Wind Magic,
In Utaha's hands now, were increasingly skillful.
In an instant, an earth-shattering explosion seemed to erupt across the desert.
Terrifying flames exploded, leveling an area of ground.
At the same time,
Akame drew Murasame, leading the women skilled in close combat into action.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Their feet stamped down, the sand erupting beneath them, all their figures vanishing into the sky-filling yellow sand.
Wherever they passed, they left countless afterimages.
Each one was like a Valkyrie raging across the battlefield, already fiercely engaging in slaughter.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sounds of bones breaking and armor splitting rose and fell.
A squad of the King's army soldiers was torn apart, turning into countless severed limbs.
Then came the endless, never-ceasing screams.