BMN Chapter 113 (Patreon)

Chapter 113: The Grandest Stage, The Army of the King

"And so, I ask!"

"Saber, and you, Archer, and Lancer!"

"Is a king meant to be solitary?"

The King of Conquerors stood at the center of a swirling hot wind, the crimson cape on his shoulders billowing.

"Solitary..."

Before, Artoria would have said that a king is destined to be solitary.

For only one who stands aloof from the world can become a king.

But now...

The King of Knights did not understand the human heart.

The painful memory brought to mind the knights who had followed her.

"Finally decided to get serious, have you, King of Conquerors?"

"Come, let me see what you possess—the same power as I!"

The same power?

What could that possibly mean?

But there was no need for them to ask.

In the next moment, a change beyond all imagination left everyone speechless.

A hot wind, originating from nowhere, began to subvert and erode reality.

Distance and position lost all meaning.

In their place was a scorching sun and a boundless desert ravaged by a dry, fierce wind.

"H-How is this possible!"

"This kind of thing..."

"How could this happen?!"

Voices of shock came not only from Waver and Irisviel, but also from Sola-Ui.

Having come from the Clock Tower, she understood more than anyone what this scene truly meant.

A Reality Marble?

If Director Kayneth were here, he would surely be driven to madness by it.

A Holy Grail War orchestrated by a third-rate magus family in the Far East had actually produced such grand thaumaturgy!

The blistering sun scorched the earth. The field of vision was vast, stretching to the distant horizon veiled by a violent sandstorm, and beyond to the cloudless expanse of the sky.

Never before had Waver been so shaken by the might of his own Servant.

If, before this, he hadn't held out much hope for the King of Conquerors' clash with Bai Luo—

Then now!

He can win!

He can actually win!

Waver looked excitedly at the King of Conquerors beside him and asked, "To think you could manifest your inner world... but you're not a magus."

"Of course not."

"This is not something I could accomplish alone."

Standing tall and proud in the vast, sandy battlefield, the King of Conquerors refuted Waver's question with a proud smile on his face.

"This is the land my army once galloped across, a scene deeply seared into the hearts of the heroes who shared my triumphs and tribulations."

As the world transformed, even the relative positions of those drawn into it had changed.

Waver remained with the King of Conquerors.

Bai Luo, however, was teleported to the other end of the battlefield, facing them from a distance.

The remaining spectators—Artoria, Gilgamesh, and the others—were isolated outside the battlefield, upon a towering sand dune.

The view from there was excellent, allowing them to survey the entire battlefield from afar.

The Heroic Spirits with keen eyesight could even take in every detail of the coming battle with perfect clarity.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Diarmuid's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me, right?"

"This kind of thing..."

Artoria stared intently at the mirage-like shadows appearing around the King of Conquerors.

There wasn't just one shadow, but two, then four...

The hazy figures of horsemen multiplied exponentially as they formed ranks.

Those figures gradually took on color and dimension.

"This world, this landscape, is able to take form precisely because it comes from the shared vision of us all."

Under the astonished gazes of the onlookers, the cavalrymen materialized one by one beside Iskandar.

Though their ethnicities and equipment varied, they were all powerfully built, their shining armor decorated with extraordinary valor, as if competing with one another in magnificence—resplendent and formidable.

These men, without exception, were all Servants.

"All of them!"

Diarmuid looked to Sola-Ui, finding the results of her observation difficult to believe.

He considered himself exceptionally skilled, a hero of legend.

But...

The number of Servants before him was in the tens of thousands.

No matter how skilled Diarmuid was, how many could he fight?

A few dozen?

A hundred?

Faced with such an army, there was only one outcome for Diarmuid—to be utterly crushed.

"Behold, my invincible army!"

The King of Conquerors threw his arms wide, boasting of his assembled host of cavalry with immense pride.

"Their bodies have perished, and their souls were summoned to the world as Heroic Spirits, yet these legendary heroes still pledge their loyalty to me."

"They are my eternal comrades who have answered my call, transcending time and space."

"The bond I share with them is my greatest treasure! My Kingly Path!" 

"This is my most prideful Noble Phantasm—the Army of the King!"

An EX-ranked Anti-Army Noble Phantasm that continuously summons a multitude of independent Servant spirits.

Among them were war gods, Maharajas, and even the founding monarchs of later dynasties.

For every hero gathered here, there was a legend.

Each one of them was a sublime Heroic Spirit.

And all of them, in addition to the renown of their own names, shared a common pride in their origin—they were all heroes who had once galloped across the battlefield with Alexander the Great.

A single, riderless horse walked to Rider's side. It was a steed so remarkably powerful and valiant that it could be called a giant beast.

Though not human, its majestic and imposing presence was no less than that of the other Heroic Spirits.

"It's been a while, my friend."

The King of Conquerors, a smile as innocent as a child's on his face, wrapped his arms tightly around the great horse's neck.

She was the legendary steed Bucephalus, later revered and deified.

In the King of Conquerors' legion, even the horses had been elevated to the status of Heroic Spirits.

"Boy, come over here!"

The King of Conquerors grabbed Waver from the Gordian Wheel and pulled him onto the horse's back to ride with him.

"Huh?"

"Wh-Why, Rider?"

Waver didn't understand. The Gordian Wheel was so powerful.

"Moo!"

But soon, Waver knew the answer.

The unpiloted Gordian Wheel, pulled by the sturdy and majestic divine bulls, soared into the sky.

"Rumble~~"

In an instant, thunder rolled and roared.

Countless blue and purple bolts of lightning spread across the sky, adding a sense of doomsday-like solemnity and severity to the battlefield.

"..."

At this moment, everyone was too shocked to speak.

Faced with such a magnificent and powerful army, even Gilgamesh, who also possessed an EX-ranked super Noble Phantasm, set aside his usual derisive sneers.

They were a group of heroes and champions who had entrusted everything to their king's dream, who had once followed him across the lands.

The King of Conquerors had materialized their undying loyalty, which persisted even after death, and transformed it into this Noble Phantasm.

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