Iskandar and Faker looked at each other. They hadn't noticed it before because they were in the battle, but after Flat and Sfin said this, they immediately realized it.
"We'll talk later. Get ready to fight."
"learn!"
You can hate him.
It’s okay to be angry.
It’s okay to be dissatisfied.
You can even scold him or beat him.
But when the enemy comes, she must protect him and fulfill her responsibility as a shield. This is her duty, a lifelong commitment that has been engraved in her body and soul since she can remember.
He raised his sword to the sky, uttered a curse, and his heterochromatic eyes sparkled.
The thunder that had been stopped started up again, accompanied by strong winds and various magical summons. The magician from the Age of Gods wielded his power wantonly to intercept the rapidly approaching golden spaceship.
Unfortunately, the defense system of the golden spaceship was extremely strong, and Faker was unprepared and rushed to meet the enemy, so the golden spaceship soon broke through the blockade of Magic.
Iskandar and Faker were not scared by this. If they were at a disadvantage in the magic battle, they still had close combat and Noble Phantasms. The opponent had a golden spaceship and they also had chariots. At most, they could have an air battle to declare the opening of the Holy Grail War.
The two experienced warriors estimated the distance and calculated the timing to summon the chariot, but what happened next was beyond their expectations. The golden spaceship that looked very ostentatious and powerful did not make any counterattack after breaking through the blockade, but just flew straight over in such a swagger.
There wasn't a trace of murderous intent in the whole process, only laughter, laughter of undisguised joy.
"Are you ready to challenge me once again, King of Conquerors?"
The servant who was as golden as the spaceship crossed his arms and looked down at Iskandar, his bright red eyes filled with joy.
Being looked at like this, Iskandar's reaction was the same as when he was first summoned. He pinched his equally astonishingly thick chin with his thick fingers, tilted his head and stared at Gilgamesh in the sky.
"Well, you just said my name right away. Have you ever seen me in your lifetime? Why do I have no memory of you?"
Hearing this answer, Gilgamesh's face showed obvious disappointment:
"It turns out that you haven't regained your memory yet. The King of Conquerors is just a mortal. You can't be compared with me."
"Disrespectful Madness—"
Faker instinctively rebuked but was interrupted by Iskandar raising his hand.
"Oh? You are a king too? Then how about you tell me your name first? If you are also a king, you would not be afraid to reveal your name, right?"
"Hahahaha, you really haven't changed at all."
Gilgamesh laughed instead of getting angry. He had heard the same question ten years ago. He felt angry then, but now he felt genuinely happy.
"Are you and I very familiar with each other?" Iskandar was still confused.
"That's enough. I'm tired of seeing you act like an idiot—"
A ripple appeared under the golden spaceship "Vimana", and a treasure wrapped in light and whose true appearance could not be seen naturally fell down.
"That's—"
Rin had seen this Noble Phantasm once before, when Gilgamesh appeared in the world and used it to restore his memory. The girl had a vague idea in her mind - could he also be a Servant who participated in the last Holy Grail War? What happened to this Holy Grail War? How come everyone was familiar? How could they fight
Gilgamesh didn't care about Rin's thoughts. At this moment, the only thing in his eyes was Iskandar, his recognized opponent and thief.
"—Take this and recall it quickly."
Iskandar caught it subconsciously, but it was snatched away by Faker next to him.
"Be careful, it's a trap."
"Keep your dirty hands off my treasures, bastard!"
Gilgamesh's expression suddenly turned cold, and a chilling murderous aura attacked Faker, along with the murderous intent, various swords, spears, and halberds suspended in the air.
"This is a treasure that I lent to the King of Conquerors. You, a bastard, are not allowed to touch it."
"Don't say that. I haven't even thought of the King yet."
Iskandar took two steps forward, took the treasure back and stood in front of Faker.
"She is the king's guard. This is her duty."
"You look more like a guard now," Gilgamesh sneered.
"Don't worry, don't worry, she is not only my bodyguard, but also my sister."
Iskandar waved his hand and smiled cheerfully. From the beginning to the end, he only said that she was a guard and a sister, not a shadow warrior.
"Well, considering her faithful performance of her duties, I will forgive her disrespect." Gilgamesh said as he put away the "King's Treasure".
"How do I use this thing?"
"Just put it in front of you."
"Oh, it's easy."
"King!" Faker wanted to stop him again.
Iskandar had already placed the treasure in front of him. After a brief moment of distraction, Iskandar let out a sigh.
"It turns out that something like this has happened..."
"Do you remember, King of Conquerors?" Gilgamesh asked.
"I remember Gilgamesh, the heroic king of Babylonia."
The confused look disappeared, replaced by the nostalgia and fighting spirit of meeting old friends again.
"The man who defeated me once was the one I most wanted to surpass. Thank God for giving me the opportunity to challenge him again."
"God? You are mistaken, King of Conquerors." Gilgamesh shook his head slowly and pointed behind Iskandar. "You should thank not the gods, but your human beings, your subjects. It was they who summoned you once again and gave you the opportunity to challenge me."
"Minister..."
Iskandar's gaze returned to his master once again. Although ten years had passed, and although he had grown from a short boy to a tall young man, and his short hair had become long hair, and his round face had become long, Iskandar still recognized him at a glance, the boy who had fought side by side with him and challenged the strongest enemy.
"Weber, you are Weber!"
"Yes, my king."
Weber lowered his head, his nose felt sore, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
That was a look that no one in the entire Clock Tower, including Lanis, had ever seen. At this moment, he was no longer the legendary professor of the Clock Tower, the "Lord Without a Crown", he was just the weak boy who had not grown up ten years ago, the completely unrepresentable self.
"It's amazing that the short man back then has grown so tall." Iskandar approached and smiled at the minister he met again. "Why do you have to bow your head, Waver? You followed the king's orders perfectly and successfully survived the powerful enemy. You should hold your head high and proudly tell the king, and wait for the king's praise."
"Yes!" Waver suddenly took off his glasses, wiped them, raised his head and chest, and said loudly. "Report to the king, Waver Velvet has completed the mission!"
PS: No one stipulates that what Shanshan can use to restore his memory is the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star. After all, Wang Cai has unlimited possibilities.