In a blink of an eye, yellow sand filled the sky. The modern city with steel and concrete in the last second became a sea of ​​boundless sand roasted by high temperature in the next second.

The sun was hanging high, and the howling whirlwind blew up, carrying fine sand like mist, and suddenly it rose endless heat, as if it was about to melt everything.

Emiya Kiritsugu's face showed shock, and the rolling sand dunes disappeared from the distance of the horizon, intersecting with the blurry sky, like a dreamy scene. He was inexplicably uncomfortable if he couldn't breathe the original pm2.5.

The dry and hot wind blew, and some yellow sand blew on his face, it was so real. The scorching sun on the earth made Kiritsugu Emiya sweat. He had to admit that everything in front of him was not illusory.

The reality of desert erosion subverts and changes space, like being in a magical world, but as an excellent magician, Kiritsugu Emiya already has the answer in his heart.

Inherent barrier!

"How could this happen... Rider, you can do this?" Webber opened his mouth in surprise, then spit out the gravel in his mouth, and exclaimed at the rider beside him.

People who don’t understand magic cannot understand the greatness of the phenomena in front of them. Magic that replaces reality and illusion is the closest existence to magic, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle.

"rider, you can actually realize the scene in your heart. How did you do it? You are obviously not a magician?"

Rider stood in the middle of the sea of ​​sand, with his hands spread wide open and raised them in a proud tone: "Of course I can't do it alone. This world can be reproduced because it is imprinted on each of us."

"We?" Saber browned and blurted out subconsciously.

"Yes, this desert is the battlefield where my army once traveled through, and it has long been imprinted in the hearts of the warriors who share the joys and sorrows with me." Rider's pride brighter in the corner of his eyes. He pulled out the long sword from his waist and waved his arms, shouting in a majestic voice: "Look, this is my unparalleled army!"

In response to the king's call, the illusory images gradually became physical on the sand dunes not far away. One by one, one by one, and one by one, was a huge army. Although many people had different equipment, the military appearance was a bit messy, but looking at their strong bodies and fearless spirit, they were all brave and good at fighting.

Rider turned his back to the unparalleled army and rushed to the sky with a heroic spirit: "Even if the body is destroyed, their heroic spirits are still summoned. They are the legendary warriors of this king Zhongyi, and they travel through time and space to respond to the king's summons..."

"They are my treasures and my kingly way!"

"It is the strongest treasure of Iskan, the invincible one - the king's army!!!"

The ex-level military treasure, the ace of rider conquering the world, the treasure he is most proud of has been transformed into treasure under his kingly way.

Many of these soldiers and generals have a prominent reputation, including Ptolemy, Antico, Casander, Seleucci, Pezon, Lisimacos, Cratrus...

They are all warriors who have fought with rider, or famous generals who have left countless legends. In addition, the most noticeable one is the handsome blonde man next to rider.

Hephaestian!

The assistant ministers who were rider during his lifetime were famous in history for their sincere feelings. According to historical records, the Conquering King was never defeated in his life, and only lost to the indescribable thing between Hephaestian's thighs.

Ahem, this is true. Webber, who is familiar with history, has a little green face.

Less gossip, as the saying goes: the number of people exceeds tens of thousands, the IQ is reduced by half!

No, it is a thousand people, boundless and unobstructed; ten thousand people, completely connected to the sky!

Tens of thousands of people are piled up together, and the visual impact is quite strong, so it is covered in a scattered manner, and there is a sense of endlessness. With just one glance, there is only shock and fear in my heart.

Aside from the green and faint Weber, the others could not make any other sound except to be amazed. Kiritsugu Emiya shook his head repeatedly. After being shocked, he began to think about how likely he would win against rider. He was such a pragmatic man.

In fact, Kiritsugu Emiya also has an inherent barrier. His inherent control is one of them. The maximum number of captures is 1 person, and he himself. The side effect is that if he uses it too many times, it will cause a huge burden on the body, so he did not compare himself with the rider, because the gap is too obvious.

The most shocking thing is naturally the saber, not the power of the king's army, and he was afraid. Der's treasure is a bond between the king and his subjects. It was something she had been pursuing hard in her career as a knight king, but she never got until the end.

Duke stood alone at the farthest point, and since he appeared in the vast sea of ​​sand, he had been placed here.

It cannot be said that they were alone, because there were more than a dozen assassins around them, hiding in the dark assassin, and they were very unlucky to be encircled into the inherent barrier of rider. Facing the countless army ahead, they had lost their courage and could not even hold the hand holding the knife tightly.

Duke looked disdainful and glanced at Assassin: "A group of cowards, aren't you guys who do killers the best at fighting head-on? Now the terrain is plains, and you have the advantage in terms of terrain, why are you afraid?"

"?"

assassin: Do you have any misunderstandings about our assassinators?

After mocking Assassin, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the rider side. The army in the desert was as unreal as a mirage, but they did exist.

All figures are veritable heroes, not false phantoms created by magic. Tens of thousands of auras are strong and weak. What shocks people are the front row, and the auras are emitted by several figures with outstanding shapes and temperaments, which exudes even more powerful than riders. It can be concluded that their attribute parameters are above riders.

Although Duke could not recognize their real names, he could also guess that he was a famous person in history. Fortunately, all Wang Zhijunshi could not carry his treasures, nor did he have the concept of rank or skills of rank. Otherwise, this row of heroic spirits alone would have allowed Duke to drink a pot.

"Berserker over there, is my king's army strong?" Rider sat on a tall black war horse, and a loud voice resounded throughout the sky. As his voice, the soldiers knocked on their shields and shouted together.

"Majestic! Majestic! Majestic—————”

The cry went straight up to the sky, and at this moment, there was no other sound in the whole world.

Assassins are already fighting each other, but unfortunately this is an inherent barrier, and they can't find where they are if they want to escape. Duke's eardrum hurts and he wants to raise his hand to clean his ears. He stopped halfway through the movement. This movement is too frivolous. With Gandalf's righteous face, he cannot discredit him.

“Berserker, how?”

Duke took a breath, and after three breaths of silence, he suddenly opened his eyes: "I have fought against the army of millions of orcs of the Demon Lord Sauron, swept away the undead natural disasters of the Lich King, and fought against the 100,000 Golden Armored Teachers of the Gods. You are not enough to see at all!"

The magic burst out, and the hurricane swept through the surrounding sand like a hurricane. The physical magic power that soared into the sky pierced the sky like a sharp sword, trying to poke a hole in the blue sky.

The violent magical sea spread out like a sea of ​​fire, sinking the surrounding ground several meters deep. Everything seemed to be burned. The desert melted and crystallized, and the heat waves of evaporate made Duke's figure slightly blurred.

The assassins rolled and crawled away, and the slower speed was poured in by a magical craze and poured onto the sand with a faint smell of meat.

Duke's voice was not loud, but was spread to the audience by the boiling magic power, suppressing the shouts of tens of thousands of troops for a moment.

Rider laughed loudly and turned to look at his army: "My warriors, my closest friends, my most proud subjects, the enemy has made great achievements in slaughtering the gods, so he has never taken us seriously. What should we do?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"It should be so. No matter what kind of enemy or barrier, as long as you are in the face of the Conquer King and his friends, you will have to be destroyed!" Rider shouted and turned around to look at Duke: "Berserker, anyone who dares to underestimate the power of the King's army will be ravaged by the iron hooves of my army, and you are no exception!"

"My warriors, follow me to conquer the enemies ahead!!" rider ordered without hesitation.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill——"

Responding to him was the deafening shouts of killing, the army stepped forward and set out again with an unparalleled shock.

The black soldiers rushed forward like a tide, the earth was trembling, the air was solidifying, the sky was shaking, but there was only one enemy.

"One man fights thousands of troops alone, this is the romance of the mage!" Duke smiled brightly, holding a sword in his hands, facing the black army of Wang Zhi, lowered his body and rushed forward.

One hundred meters...fifty meters...ten meters...five meters...
Chapter completed!