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So powerful.
So commanding.
Looking at the figure before them, everyone had the same thought.
Even Gilgamesh and Iskandar looked deadly serious now.
Minato's meaning couldn't be clearer.
"Mere demon, huh..." Gilgamesh set his wine glass down and began to stand—
But Iskandar was one step ahead.
"Hahaha! So, little demon bro, you wanna settle this directly?"
Iskandar let out a hearty laugh. "Then how about a fight between us?"
The moment he finished speaking, a strange wave pulsed through the air.
In an instant, both Minato and Iskandar vanished from sight.
"A Reality Marble?"
Irisviel's pupils shrank, her eyes flashing with shock.
That was one of the highest forms of magecraft—practically a forbidden spell-level domain.
"Don't worry, Master will definitely win," Medusa said confidently. "That so-called King of Conquerors is no match for him."
"That's right," Irisviel agreed, remembering Minato's terrifying aura earlier. Her expression was filled with awe.
"Well, since he beat me to the punch, I guess I'll take care of you first."
Gilgamesh finished the wine in his cup. "You're just a fake king, but I hope you won't let me down too badly."
"Then…"
Saber drew her sword, and the invisible blade in her hand suddenly burst into a dazzling glow. "Let's settle it here."
Whoooosh!
The wind howled, and the scorching heat felt like it could burn the whole world.
Everything in sight had turned gold.
They were in a desert.
It was as if the entire world had turned into a sea of sand.
Iskandar stood tall atop his chariot. Behind him, in the swirling yellow sand, shadowy figures began to emerge one by one.
In just moments—
An endless sea of people had turned into a peerless army.
"Take a good look, Demon Minato,"
Iskandar's face was more serious than ever as he looked Minato straight in the eyes.
"This is my unmatched army. Their bodies may have long disappeared, but as Heroic Spirits, they've answered my call across time and space."
"They are the ultimate Noble Phantasm of the King of Conquerors—Ionioi Hetairoi."
Hearing that, Minato's eyes gleamed.
A Reality Marble!
Shaping reality with the power of one's inner world.
Definitely impressive. He'd already stepped into the realm of gods and demons.
"To show you some respect… how about I send you off with my followers?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, brilliant magic circles started appearing in front of Minato, one after another.
Silhouettes began to take shape—some graceful, some tall, some pure and holy.
Utaha looked at Minato with a hint of resentment. "Master, have you gotten tired of me already? You've been gone for so long."
Minato raised an eyebrow. "Really? I thought it was just a few days."
Glare!
Utaha locked eyes with Minato.
Didn't this guy realize I've been missing him?
"Big sis Utaha, I'm sure Master had something important to do," Asia quickly chimed in to comfort her.
"Hmm? No other women around this time?"
Utaha looked around, and her eyes immediately lit up, her gloom completely gone.
Well, well.
This pervy Master actually came to handle real business for once?
Esdeath said at that moment, "Master, where's your newest follower? Didn't bring her?"
Utaha's expression froze. The light vanished from her eyes.
So it's true...
Trusting this lecherous Master, even for a second—that was her biggest mistake.
"Alright, this is a battlefield. Let's deal with personal stuff later."
Minato waved them off and quickly filled them in on the situation.
"Demon bro," Iskandar muttered, glancing at Minato's group of followers. His face twitched slightly. "So that whole 'King of the Harem' speech wasn't just a joke after all."
"But really… you're sending all these women into battle? Are you serious?"
"You better believe he didn't just say that,"
Every woman turned to look at Iskandar with a dangerous glint in their eyes.
In the next instant, a terrifying aura exploded from each of them, so strong that it made the surrounding sandstorm surge like crashing waves.
"Looks like I've underestimated you all,"
Iskandar's expression turned solemn. "I, the King of Conquerors, apologize for what I said earlier."
"But this battle… we will win."
"Victory! Victory! Victory!"
With thunderous roars, Iskandar's army surged forward like a tidal wave.
The full might of Ionioi Hetairoi was unleashed.
Each soldier's face was filled with crazed fighting spirit.
These weren't puppets—they were true Heroic Spirits, each with their own will and soul.
They'd fought countless brutal battles, and the thirst for war was carved into their very bones.
Without needing a single command, the entire army moved as one, like a collapsing mountain, forming a terrifying formation.
The sound of countless blades being drawn echoed endlessly, turning into a storm of chaos and slaughter.
"You think numbers are gonna help you?"
Esdeath grinned wildly. "Then how about this? Ice Cavalry!"
Endless cold energy spread across the battlefield, turning the blazing desert into a frozen wasteland.
The ground around them froze solid, and one by one, fully-armored ice cavalry soldiers appeared out of thin air.
From a distance—
There were easily over 100,000 of them.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
In the next moment, both armies collided.
The entire desert seemed to explode from the impact.
The massive Reality Marble trembled like an earthquake.
"Damn it! Esdeath's not stealing all the glory!"
Utaha floated into the air, conjuring a massive magic circle beneath her.
Within seconds, wild winds swept across the sky—an endless hurricane raging through the battlefield.
As everyone looked on, a storm burst forth from the magic circle. At the same time, blazing fire erupted from Utaha's hands.
BOOM!
The Stormfire Magic of the Fire God.
Now that she had mastered it, Utaha cast it effortlessly.
In an instant, a huge explosion tore through the desert.
Flames erupted everywhere, scorching the land.
And at the same time—
Akame unsheathed Murasame and led the close-combat fighters straight into action.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each step, the ground cracked and shattered. The girls vanished into the storm of yellow sand.
Everywhere they passed, afterimages trailed behind them.
Each one looked like a goddess of war, slaying everything in their path.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sound of bones breaking and armor shattering filled the air.
A squad of Iskandar's soldiers was instantly ripped apart, leaving behind nothing but severed limbs.
And then—
Came wave after wave of nonstop screams.
"....."