The duel between Kai and Gray was indeed heroic, but it was still far inferior to the fight to the death between two kings.
Whether it was the size of the spiritual base, the output of magic power, the intensity of the collision, or even the sound, they were not on the same level.
The King of Conquerors' beloved horse, Blasephas, had already exchanged it for the "Divine Wheel".
Even though he became a heroic spirit, Bracephas was still just an ordinary horse and could not be compared with the sacred bull that symbolized Zeus. Not long after the battle began, he could not withstand the aftermath of the thunder and strong wind and disappeared between heaven and earth.
As for the king who was named after the Knight, she became an infantryman earlier than Iskandar, and fought against the King of Conquerors himself and his last guards alone with a single sword.
At this moment, the two kings are no longer fighting for themselves, but more for their respective supporters and partners.
Indeed, only one tenth of the King's army remained, and only one Knight of the Round Table was left.
However, what disappeared was only their bodies; their spirits and souls remained with the King.
The wishes of the dead are entrusted to the living, and the living inherit the beliefs of the dead and continue to fight.
The two kings' ears continued to echo with the words of their companions.
"My king, you must achieve final victory."
"My king, you cannot lose."
"Conquer! Conquer! Conquer!"
"Guard! Guard! Guard!"
Unknowingly, the two kings reached their limits and surpassed their limits, but the two kings could not stop and would not stop.
Because if we stop, we will be letting down our comrades and partners.
This war, this battle of beliefs, must not be lost at any cost.
"Run, bull! Trample, chariot! This is my conquest!"
The chariot rumbled and galloped across the air.
"Holy Sword, fill it up, illuminate our faith in protection, and bring us final victory."
The holy sword shines, gathering infinite starlight.
"I will charge forward to witness my king's tyranny!"
The Divine Wheel drew a huge arc in the air and turned into a lush green torrent rushing towards them.
"I use this sword to practice my beliefs!"
A golden light appeared, suppressing the whirlwind of reversal. The shining light gathered, stirring up powerful magic to show the kingly way of the knight.
"Now! - Via Expugnatio (Distant Ravage Domination)!!!"
Under the finally released True Name, the Divine Bull Chariot suddenly burst out with lightning and thunder. The powerful roar was completely incomparable to the previous gallop.
"AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!"
With the roar of the King of Conquerors, the iron hooves kicked the air and rushed forward like a raging wave.
Just ahead, the strongest anti-city treasure was about to release its brilliance. Under the pressure of this sprinting domineering power, Waver tried to open his eyes wide to prevent himself from losing consciousness. He must witness with his own eyes the final run of Iskandar, who was risking everything.
At the same time, Artoria also raised the holy sword.
Indeed, the King of Conquerors' frontal charge gave him a long-lost thrill. The Divine Bull's galloping rushed over a distance of a hundred meters in an instant. In just a blink of an eye, the magnificent majesty of the Divine Wheel had already come like a tsunami, overwhelming and killing him in front of him.
But as long as she held the holy sword in her hand, she believed that she would never lose. The golden light rose, and the great Knight King called out the only true name.
"Ex—"
Just when the galloping incarnation of the god was about to step on his body with its iron hoof.
"—Calibur! (Sword of Promised Victory)"
The golden flash shot out like a comet, illuminating the darkness of the sky and earth into a snow-white color.
The blinding light pierced into Weber's eyes, stealing his sight and making him want to look away. But in the end, he did not look away, even though his eyes were tearing up and his vision was blurred, he did not look away.
He saw the Thunder Chariot crumble under the light of the strongest Holy Sword of the Star, he saw the Divine Bull, known for its tenacity, let out its final wail and turned into ashes, and he also saw his own king fighting heroically.
Although the battle of Noble Phantasms was lost, the outcome of the war was not yet decided. Even though they were destroyed, the sacred bull and the chariot bought Iskandar enough time to successfully cross the final distance. Before Artoria could put away her sword, she swung her dagger and roared as she chopped off the latter's head.
"Wake up, King of Knights/King of Conquerors!!!"
Artoria also shouted loudly and delivered a decisive blow. It was not a holy sword, nor a holy spear, but a pitch-black sickle - "Scythe of Death", one of the most commonly used forms of the sealed holy spear.
This change was beyond Iskandar's expectations. He blocked Seplut's sword with one swing, and then the sickle pierced Iskandar's chest - in terms of martial arts, Iskandar could never compare to Altria, who had already entered the realm of God.
"It's over." Iskandar felt relieved.
"yes."
Altria showed no trace of joy of victory, and her expression was solemn, showing respect to the King of Conquerors. Although they were not on the same page, Iskandar was undoubtedly a worthy opponent.
"king!"
Faker's voice was shrill. He desperately tried to break through Merlin's obstruction and staggered forward with disheveled hair.
"No, it's not over yet. There is one last resort, one last duty."
Her lips opened and closed rapidly, uttering a string of obscure words, which were a spell unique to the Age of Gods. Translated into modern language, it means - In the name of Iskandar, I will bear all the disasters on behalf of my lord.
This is the end of the magic trick
This is the true responsibility given to Faker by Olympias, and it is also the reason why the Shadow Warrior calls himself the "Last Shield".
Once this spell is performed, all the injuries suffered by the King of Conquerors will be transferred to Faker, allowing him to continue fighting intact. After a fierce battle in Altria, which has consumed a lot of resources, it is not impossible to achieve the final victory.
However, just when the substitute technique was about to take shape, the seriously injured Iskandar suddenly threw the sword in her hand and smashed it hard on Faker's head, knocking her down and ending her final sacrifice.
"The King!" Faker's expression was distorted. He totally didn't understand why the King of Conquerors would make such a choice.
"Idiot." The giant fell backwards after using up his last bit of strength, laughing and cursing, "I've said before that you don't need to do this kind of unnecessary work. You, like Hephaestion, belong to me. No, you are my partner, my brother or sister. This was decided when I was not yet king."
"It's a pity that I lost the duel with the Knight King, but as a brother, there's no reason for me to let my sister sacrifice herself. Not only is he unworthy of being a king, he's not even worthy of being a human being. I failed to stop it when I was alive, and I won't let the same thing happen again after I die."
"So, my sister—"
The more he spoke, the lower his rough voice became, and the softer his tone became. Now he was no longer the unrivaled king, but just an ordinary brother.
"You have to live well, and see the world on my behalf, on behalf of all of us. No longer a shadow warrior, but as an independent, autonomous person - starting with the name."
PS: Let me say a few words here. The Emperor is very strong. He is the servant appointed by Mushroom to be of the same level as Shining. Although he is always attacked by others and the king's army has a poor record, it is undeniable that he is so strong. It is normal that he can fight against the illusion clones of Ainz + Merlin like this.