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Chapter 825: Royal Army Surge, One Man Against an Army!
Chapter 825: Royal Army Surge, One Man Against an Army!
"Impressive martial skills, powerful magic, and a valiant spirit far beyond your time. I'm still curious; who exactly are you?"
Diarmuid, his Noble Phantasm shattered and body battered, managed to stay standing, propping himself up with his broken spear.
"If I must say, I'm probably from the future. Since I don't belong to this era, I know your true names and Noble Phantasms.
You, Diarmuid, likely have little desire for the Holy Grail itself. Your sole purpose in this Holy Grail War is to fulfill your unfulfilled loyalty to your lord from your past life. This time, you wish to serve a master until the very end, as a true knight."
Night City's words caused Diarmuid to freeze in his tracks. He knew Night City had no reason to deceive him, especially since he was about to exit the stage.
Soon, Diarmuid managed a smile, a mix of relief and sorrow: "Is it because of your master's fiancee, Lady Sora?"
"Isn't it obvious? How could an ordinary mage resist the 'Love Mole,' which even influences female Heroic Spirits? For you, dying in battle for your lord might be a fitting end."
Diarmuid didn't doubt Night City's words. He had already sensed something amiss in the way Lady Sora looked at him.
And his master, Kenneth, deeply loved his fiancee. The likelihood of Diarmuid's self-sacrifice was high.
"It's a pity you're not a Heroic Spirit or from my era. Otherwise, we might have become friends who share a drink..."
With these parting words, Lancer Diarmuid left the stage. His once-standing body began to dissipate into golden specks in the air.
"Lancer, the famed Celtic hero and chief warrior of the Fianna Knights, indeed...
But what surprises me, Night City, is that you're from the future. Then you should know I have one last trump card, Caster."
Even though he knew Night City wasn't a Heroic Spirit, Conqueror King still addressed him as Caster, a force of habit.
"The Ex-Class Noble Phantasm 'Royal Army Surge' is your ultimate ace. It's a Proper Noun Field that continuously summons your deceased subordinates as independent Servants to fight alongside you.
The summoned army numbers in the tens of thousands, all in Heroic Spirit form, and among them are a few stronger than you, right?"
Hearing Night City casually reveal his trump card, Conqueror King finally believed their earlier conversation.
"You're right. Witness my unmatched army! This is my final strategy, Alexander the Great's last stand. Try to conquer and defeat me, Caster!
Proper Noun Field - Royal Army Surge!"
Conqueror King's 'Royal Army Surge' required no incantation. As he activated his Noble Phantasm, all Heroic Spirits in the Faruzan residence were instantly drawn into his Proper Noun Field.
In the boundless yellow sands, an army emerged from the distance, charging in perfect formation and shouting their king's name.
Everyone who was pulled into the Conqueror's Proper Noun Field was left dumbfounded by the sight before them.
There was no cover in the desert, the scorching sun, the hot sand dancing in the plain, and a disciplined army full of battle spirit.
Previously, Assassin's Noble Phantasm could split herself into 80 people, but in the Conqueror's Proper Noun Field, it was nothing but child's play.
Because in the Conqueror's field, there were now tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits, and although they didn't have Noble Phantasms, each Heroic Spirit possessed E-Rank Independent Action.
The difference between the Fourth and Fifth Holy Grail Wars was that the Heroic Spirits that appeared in the Fifth War were all of exceptionally high caliber, many of them being demigods.
Although the Heroic Spirits of the Fourth War didn't have the same illustrious backgrounds as those in the Fifth, the Noble Phantasms they wielded were all incredibly powerful.
Not to mention the Ex-Class Noble Phantasms of the Conqueror and Gilgamesh, even the Noble Phantasms of the Fluffy-Haired King and Lancelot were mostly A+ Rank or higher.
Looking at the Conqueror as he led his beloved horse, Bucephalus, Night City, on the other hand, looked at Iskandar with a curious expression, "Conqueror, since you now know I'm from the future, aren't you curious if you achieved victory in the Holy Grail War?"
Hearing Night City's words, the Conqueror, who had mounted his horse, burst into a hearty laughter, "That kind of thing is utterly meaningless to me.
The future is something we create for ourselves, and Diarmuid's experience also shows that the future can be changed, right?
So why should I be bound by a future that can change at any moment?
The future I desire will be forged by my own hands and the might of this invincible army!"
As if in response to their king's words, the army behind the Conqueror raised their arms and shouted in unison, "Conquer! Conquer! Conquer!"
Hearing the Conqueror's words, Night City looked at him with newfound respect.
Indeed, those who became Heroic Spirits were truly remarkable individuals. To reciprocate this respect, Night City would now show his true strength!
Rejecting Medea's offer in his mind to summon tens of thousands of Draconic Soldiers to aid him, Night City clenched his fists, crouched slightly, and in the next moment, a red aura erupted, causing his already formidable mana to surge several times over!
The terrifying mana formed a storm, even whipping up a sandstorm that soared towards the sky on the yellow sand plain!
"This abyss-like power... Is he a demigod?!"
The Conqueror's beloved Waver had already used all his Command Spells to strengthen the Conqueror, but seeing Night City's Mana Burst alone was enough to alter the very heavens, leaving the young Waver in awe.
Noticing his beloved's fear, the Conqueror stepped forward with his robust figure, shielding his Master, and then raised his longsword, "We have but one enemy, and that is the man before us, a demigod in his own right.
But no matter how formidable the opponent, I firmly believe in the pride and invincibility of my army!
All troops, listen up! Charge with me—!"
The Conqueror, riding his beloved horse, led the charge, and his soldiers and generals behind him, under his command, were filled with soaring morale and fearlessly rushed towards Night City!
(End of Chapter)
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