Chapter 92: There is more than one person on the throne!
Class: Rider
Master: ???
True Name: Iskandar
Alignment: Neutral Good
— Ability Parameters —
Strength: B
Endurance: A
Agility: D
Mana: C
Luck: A+
Noble Phantasm: A++
— Class Skills —
Magic Resistance: D
The ability to gain magic resistance, capable of nullifying spells of one-step incantation or less.
At rank D, it is only a weak protection, equivalent to a magic amulet.
Riding: A+
The ability to ride mounts.
At rank A+, he can even ride Phantasmal Beasts and Divine Beasts, but not Dragon-kind.
— Personal Skills —
Charisma: A
The ability to lead others. At this rank, it is the highest prestige a human can achieve.
Military Tactics: B
Not for one-on-one combat, but a keen sense for group battles.
When the holder uses or counters related Noble Phantasms, he gains an additional amplification effect.
Divinity: C
Although there is no concrete evidence, many legends state that he is the son of a god-king.
...
The steel bird perched on the crane coldly overlooked Iskandar, who was self-importantly proclaiming his dominance below.
He was attempting to bring Artoria and Diarmuid under his command, to share in the so-called joy of conquest.
"Alexander, over two meters tall?"
"History, ah—you little girl, you truly let anyone dress you up as they please."
At this moment, the tense, life-or-death atmosphere of the port had long been completely washed away.
In fact, due to the Conqueror's reckless actions, the scene appeared particularly comical.
His almost absurd behavior not only astonished his enemies but also instantly filled his Master, Waver, with grief and despair.
Waver clutched his throbbing forehead, practically collapsing onto the magnificent Gordius Wheel, roaring at his Servant.
"Rider! What are you thinking?! Why would you willingly expose your identity?!"
Facing the grief-stricken questioning of his Master with the bob cut, the Conqueror casually picked his ear, adopting a lazy posture as if to say, "The wind is too strong, I didn't hear you clearly."
Just then, a shrill, piercing voice, like that of a gander, once again broke the silence of the port.
It echoed through the surrounding shadows, filled with disdain and mockery.
"Is that you, Waver Velvet, my student?"
"I was wondering what madness had possessed you to steal the Holy Relic I had meticulously prepared. So, you plan to personally enter the Holy Grail War?"
As the gander-like voice gradually rose, Waver shivered with fright.
He hurriedly cowered behind the Conqueror's broad back, looking left and right suspiciously like a startled rabbit.
Immediately after, a slender figure slowly emerged from behind a pile of dilapidated containers.
The newcomer had an impeccably slicked-back golden pompadour, was meticulously dressed, and appeared to be in his early twenties. His slightly sharp features, however, exuded a thick, unshakeable aura of an old-fashioned aristocrat.
"I always wish for my beloved students to be happy and joyful, especially mediocre talents like you, Waver."
The inherently arrogant Kenneth slightly raised his chin, his gaze towards Waver quickly shifting from a hint of pity to bone-chilling coldness and indifference.
"Since you have now stepped into the quagmire of the Holy Grail War, then as your teacher, I shall give you a harsh extracurricular lesson."
"I will make you deeply understand the true meaning of Magi slaughtering each other."
"That unspeakable terror and extreme pain, I will thoroughly and completely impart all of it to you!"
Waver, who had only just touched the tip of the iceberg of the world of Magecraft, was already scared out of his wits by these words.
He couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal, only clutching his head tightly, trembling in the corner of the Gordius Wheel.
In his helpless bewilderment, a broad and warm hand gently stroked his head, and a steady, powerful voice then resounded throughout the port, overriding all other noise.
"You Magus over there!"
"From what you say, it was originally you who was supposed to be this King's Master instead of this boy?"
Before he finished speaking, Conqueror King Iskandar scanned the now ashen-faced Kenneth with a look of disdain, letting out an undisguised snort.
"What are you, anyway?!"
"The one who can be this King's Master must be a brave man who dares to ride alongside this King on the battlefield and drink the wine of victory together!"
"Not only that! All you Servants who were drawn by the fierce battle between Saber and Lancer, lurking here! Show yourselves to this King!"
"Cowards who constantly hide in the shadows, your remaining lives will be scorned by me, Conqueror King Iskandar!"
This thunderous roar, imbued with immense magical power, violently vibrated outwards, truly an undeniable area-of-effect taunt!
Faced with such a crude yet undeniably imposing provocation.
How could those Heroic Spirits, who had left illustrious names in history, endure such disrespect?
...
In an instant, golden light particles scattered.
A figure clad in dazzling golden armor appeared out of thin air, standing atop a solitary streetlamp, looking down with an arrogant gaze at all beings below.
His golden hair stood up defiantly, and he possessed an impeccably handsome face, yet his wine-red eyes were overflowing with deep-seated arrogance.
Hero King Gilgamesh crossed his arms over his chest, and in his characteristic posture of looking down his nose at people, slowly spoke.
His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"I didn't expect two mongrels to appear overnight, daring to proclaim themselves kings while ignoring this King's existence!"
Artoria and Iskandar, hearing these words, both frowned simultaneously.
In an instant, both of them plummeted their initial impression of this newly appeared golden Servant to the absolute lowest.
But before the two could retort, a clear yet somewhat casual voice suddenly drifted down from the top of the crane's boom.
"Quite the big talk, then, what arrogant king are you, who emerged from some backwater?"
Suffering such direct defiance and rebuttal, Gilgamesh's eyes instantly widened in fury, and he abruptly looked up towards the higher place from which the voice came.
He wanted to see with his own eyes which insolent mongrel dared to stand higher than him, the one and only King!
The person was clad in steel-colored heavy armor, wearing a wide hood that perfectly obscured the upper half of his face, leaving his features shrouded in shadow, with only the firm lines of his jaw vaguely visible.
He stood silently, leaning on a greatsword with both hands.
The indigo fairy cloth transformed into a cape and skirt that danced wildly in the wind, rustling loudly, displaying an indescribable aura of solemnity and majesty.
Aside from the enraged Hero King, everyone else present secretly cast sidelong glances at his composed demeanor.
Only Gilgamesh, with veins throbbing on his forehead, his face filled with thunderous rage, saw golden ripples spread out one after another behind him like waves.
"Having the fortune to behold this King's true form, yet still daring to spout nonsense and question my identity!"
"For such a disrespectful sin, only death can quell this King's wrath!"
Bang! Bang!
Two Noble Phantasms, gleaming with ancient luxury, tore through the air and shot out, creating dull sonic booms as they headed straight for the heights.
Arthur looked down from above at the two rapidly approaching Noble Phantasms, a barely perceptible sneer playing on his lips, and his holy sword slashed down with the momentum!
Wind King Hammer (Strike Air)!
The tempestuous wind pressure, compressed to the extreme and containing vast magical power, was like an invisible giant's fist, terrifying beyond measure!
In an instant, it tore the two precious Noble Phantasms that came at him to shreds!
Before the golden light dissipated, Arthur had already flipped and leaped off the crane's boom, a compressed wind vortex exploding out of thin air beneath his feet, using the force to accelerate!
His figure transformed into an incomparably swift and deadly light arrow, fiercely lunging towards the arrogant and rude golden Servant below!
His attack failed, and the opponent, instead of retreating, advanced, even daring to actively attack him?
Gilgamesh's temple veins throbbed wildly, and he roared in anger, his voice filled with the savagery of being provoked.
"Don't be so presumptuous! Mongrel!!!"
Buzz—!
The dense, buzzing tremors, like the beating of a swarm of bees, merged into one, and in that instant, hundreds of golden ripples suddenly appeared!
They completely enveloped Arthur, like countless stars, sealing off all his escape routes!
Luxurious Noble Phantasms, with magical fluctuations far exceeding the two from before, shot out from the ripples like a bursting dam!
For a moment, wind and thunder surged, water and fire erupted, and various colored lights intertwined and exploded in the air!
Gilgamesh's extravagant and overbearing attack style, akin to a 'prodigal son,' instantly left all the onlookers wide-eyed and dumbfounded, frozen in place.
If a Servant happened to possess two or three Noble Phantasms in the present world, that would still be within a reasonable and acceptable range.
But what was this situation where hundreds of Noble Phantasms appeared simultaneously?
This had completely exceeded their understanding!
Waver, with the least experience, was so terrified that he clutched his head with both hands, exclaiming incoherently.
"This... how is this possible!? Are those... are those all Noble Phantasms?!"
"Rider! How can a Servant... how can a Servant possess so many Noble Phantasms?!"
Conqueror King Iskandar also abandoned his previous casual demeanor, his brows tightly furrowed as he gazed at the endless armory known as the 'Gate of Babylon.'
Besides gravity, his eyes also held a hint of barely concealed covetousness and desire, as he explained to his Master in a deep voice.
"This King doesn't know what exactly is going on, but those weapons, without a doubt, are all genuine Noble Phantasms!"
At the same time, Artoria, who had been vigilantly guarding Irisviel, also had a look of deep confusion on her face.
Her gaze, from beginning to end, was fixed on the mysterious heavy-armored figure who was twisting, turning, dodging, and counterattacking amidst the rain of Noble Phantasm light.
For a moment, an undercurrent surged in her heart, and a myriad of thoughts lingered.
'This inexplicable sense of familiarity… who exactly is this person?'
'What is this intense throbbing that suddenly appeared in my heart?'