'The King of Conquerors' Reality Marble Noble Phantasm… Ionioi Hetairoi?', Alvin immediately realized something.
An EX-rank Noble Phantasm, Ionioi Hetairoi was a Reality Marble that summoned his former subordinates as independent Servants to fight the enemy. Every single member of the army was a genuine Heroic Spirit.
And the current battlefield was the shared inner world formed by all of them.
There was no cover in this world, only a blazing sun and swirling sandstorms.
The reason the mental landscape took the form of such a plain was because this land had once been conquered by the King of Conquerors and his army charging across it together.
This was also, in a true sense, the King of Conquerors' ultimate Noble Phantasm. He hadn't expected the opponent to open with his trump card right away without any probing.
Alvin's expression immediately turned serious. He looked around, and was soon drawn by the clashing sounds of armor ringing out.
He raised his head and looked ahead. A rough-looking man with red hair, his cloak billowing behind him, sat atop a fine steed.
Behind Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, stood a vast army.
The King of Conquerors raised his right arm high and roared, his voice like thunder, "Our enemy is the mythical creature known as the White Dragon of Britain, worthy of being our opponent."
"Warriors, now show the White Dragon our domination!"
Behind him, countless soldiers raised their weapons and shouted in unison.
The King of Conquerors looked at Alvin, who stood alone ahead, and suddenly spread his arms wide, his voice filled with pride and glory.
"Saber, this is what I wanted you to witness with your own eyes, my army of thousands!"
Ionioi Hetairoi. This was Iskandar's strongest Noble Phantasm, and without a doubt, every soldier within it possessed the qualifications of a Heroic Spirit.
Although he had seen this scene before in the original story, witnessing this boundless battlefield and the vast army with his own eyes still made Alvin's blood surge with excitement.
But soon, he noticed something off.
Even though it was his strongest Noble Phantasm, when Iskandar deployed Ionioi Hetairoi, his aura had clearly weakened.
Insufficient mana supply.
A Servant's strength was closely tied to their Master, and as Iskandar's Master, Waver simply couldn't sustain enough magical energy.
However, just as Alvin thought this, he suddenly sensed a very unique flow of magical power quietly seeping through the Reality Marble of Ionioi Hetairoi and pouring into the King of Conquerors' body, gradually restoring his previously weakened aura.
Waver, outside the Reality Marble, had used all three Command Seals.
The King of Conquerors froze for a moment, then his gaze softened briefly.
Then he slowly raised his head, a bold and exhilarated smile spreading across his face, as if he were about to crush everything standing in their way.
"Saber, are you ready?"
The Heroic Spirits behind him all stepped forward in unison, their presence overwhelming, as if they had become a single entity.
Alvin said nothing. In his hand, a golden light quietly began to glow.
Then, the star-forged sword symbolizing "salvation" formed in his grasp.
At the same time, faint, solemn voices seemed to echo from within the blade.
The Round Table Assembly!
In the next instant, the King of Conquerors let out a low roar, urging his horse forward as he led his army charging toward Alvin.
Yet Alvin remained where he stood, completely still.
Only the holy sword in his hand grew brighter and brighter.
Countless golden particles seemed to gather around him.
The radiance of the holy sword gradually dyed him in gold, accompanied by a sacred chant beyond compare.
With each seal released within the holy sword, the magical power of the blade grew stronger.
"King of Conquerors, as a sign of respect for you and the warriors behind you… I want you to see the hymn of the Knights of the Round Table of ancient Britain."
Alvin slowly opened his eyes. His pupils had already turned golden.
Thump! Thump!
The magical power of the White Dragon core surged into the holy sword at that moment.
Facing the charging army, he raised the holy sword high.
"EX—"
"Calibur!"
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At the outskirts of Mount Enzo, at this very moment, a woman was walking step by step up the stairs toward the summit.
She wore a luxurious, light dress, a crown on her head, and a thin veil covering her face. Her figure was tall and alluring. Without even seeing her face beneath the veil, one could easily imagine just how breathtakingly beautiful she was.
Morgan le Fay.
When she reached halfway up the mountain, she paused slightly and looked toward the summit.
A strange glint flashed through her cold eyes as she said softly, "It seems Servants have already started fighting?"
"I wonder where Alvin is right now…"
A clear, pleasant female voice suddenly came from beside her, carrying a hint of worry.
At some point, the golden-haired King of Knights had appeared silently beside Morgan le Fay.
Not long ago, they had just left the Matou residence, but they hadn't expected Sajyou Manaka to stir things up behind the scenes, even seemingly manipulating the Greater Grail.
Although they weren't particularly interested in winning the Holy Grail War, there was a chance Alvin would be here and with that thought in mind, they had come.
But they hadn't expected that Servants were already clashing.
Who could it be?
With that thought, the two sisters quickly followed the path up the mountain and arrived at the summit.
As soon as they stepped into the front courtyard of Ryuudou Temple, they saw the figure of a young boy.
He looked worried, yet also seemed filled with determination.
"Rider's Master?"
Morgan said instinctively.
Waver also noticed the two of them and looked up. His expression changed instantly.
"Caster?"
His instincts told him to be on guard, but thinking that Rider was still here, he ultimately suppressed the urge to flee.
Meanwhile, Morgan quickly recovered and looked at Waver with interest, asking casually, "This magical presence… someone has deployed a Reality Marble, hasn't they?"
"Who is Rider fighting?"
Though her tone was casual, there was an unquestionable authority behind it, making Waver feel immense pressure.
After a brief silence, he said in a low voice, "Saber."
The composed woman's expression suddenly changed, and she instinctively looked toward the direction of the Reality Marble.
'Alvin?'
'Why is he fighting Rider?'
As that thought flashed through her mind, Morgan quickly turned her gaze toward a certain direction behind Ryuudou Temple.
There, she could faintly sense another unique magical fluctuation.
Without a doubt, in the current Fuyuki, there was only one Master who could emit such a magical signature.
'Sajyou Manaka?'
'But why is Alvin fighting Rider?'
Morgan's eyes flickered as she looked toward the backyard, faintly arriving at a conclusion.
'It seems… he is protecting Sajyou Manaka.'
At that realization, something twisted faintly inside Morgan's heart.
'A girl who has known Alvin for less than a few days, why would he protect her so actively?'
For someone like Morgan le Fay, the idea that a Servant must be loyal to their Master simply didn't exist.
In her view, this looked more like Alvin fighting Rider purely because he liked Sajyou Manaka.
"You used up all your Command Seals?", Artoria suddenly asked.
She noticed that the three Command Seals on the back of Waver's hand were extremely faint, usually a sign they had been completely used up.
Waver's expression changed slightly, and he instinctively covered the back of his hand.
Morgan narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the boy.
Soon, a faintly amused smile curved her lips, "Normally, a Master is the key to supplying magical energy to a Servant. Once the Master dies, the Servant disappears as well…"
"If you're eliminated first in this Holy Grail War, what do you think will happen to Rider?"
Feeling an invisible pressure lock onto him, a chill rose from the depths of Waver's heart, and he instinctively took a step back.
But he quickly realized that his body suddenly couldn't move at all.
'This woman… she's suppressing me with just her magical power?'
Waver's pupils slowly widened, yet he could only watch helplessly as Morgan le Fay slowly reached out her hand toward him.
Whoosh!
But at that moment, a golden light descended from the night sky.
Before the Noble Phantasm could land, Artoria had already raised the staff of selection in her hand.
Boom!
A blast of magical energy shot into the sky, colliding with the incoming Noble Phantasm. In the darkness, the explosion of mana bloomed like brilliant fireworks.
Morgan glanced casually toward the rooftop behind her. There, at some point, a golden kingly figure stood proudly.
His arms were crossed, and he looked down arrogantly at those below, as if gazing upon all living beings.
"Archer, aren't you meddling a bit too much?"
Morgan's expression beneath the veil turned icy, and a dangerous killing intent flickered in her eyes.
Gilgamesh glanced at the three people on the ground and let out a scoff, "I have no interest in matters between you and Rider's Master."
"But do you think Saber would want to win this way?"
Morgan frowned slightly and stared into Gilgamesh's eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, she waved her right hand lightly.
Waver collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. A sense of surviving a disaster washed over him as he looked at the King of Gold in disbelief.
He knew how unpredictable Archer could be. Before tonight, Waver would never have imagined that the one to save him would be the King of Heroes.
Artoria was also surprised.
She glanced at Morgan le Fay in astonishment.
In the past, once Morgan decided something, no one could change her mind.
Even Alvin's suggestions had often been firmly rejected by her without hesitation.
Yet now… given Alvin's personality, he would indeed prefer to fight Rider head-on on the battlefield.
'She actually considered Alvin's feelings?', Artoria thought silently.
And when Gilgamesh saw that Morgan had truly stopped, he became slightly interested. After sizing her up, he said, "Caster's Master… it seems Saber is very important to you. Aren't you worried he might die at Rider's hands?"
"If he really loses, then afterward, I will personally avenge him."
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