What Weber said was not a command, it was just a matter of course.
With rr's ability, if he hadn't let himself be a weakling SR, he would have definitely shined in the Holy Grail War.
So this is just compensation?
Weber himself didn't know.
"Send the command with the command spell again, you must seize the Holy Grail."
In the confusion of his mind, the second command spell also disappeared, and the flash of red light on the back of his hand made him feel a little regretful.
Rationalism as a magician is making a final struggle, shouting for him to stop.
"Finally, I gave the order with the command spell."
Weber firmly raised his hand with the last command spell on it and looked at the king on horseback. At least, at this moment, he could look at him without fear. This was the last thing he could do as an SR.
, is also the only glory.
"R, you must capture the whole world. Failure is not allowed."
The three liberated stigmata emitted majestic magic power, whipping up a whirlwind and pouring into the body of the Conquering King. As a magician, Weber may never have the opportunity to operate such huge magic power in this life.
However, even so, he still felt from the bottom of his heart that this was the happiest act in his life. He had no regrets. As a reward for losing everything, this was enough.
Losing all the Command Seals gave Weber a sense of liberation and satisfaction.
"In this case, I will no longer be your wife!"
Weber lowered his head and looked at his feet, and then began to pay attention to the yellow sand beside his shoes. He did not dare and did not want to look at rr's expression. What does the King of Conqueror look like now? Contempt? Surprise? Or praise?
? Or are you relieved? It doesn't matter. Now Waver is just a stranger in the Holy Grail War.
If possible, he even hoped that r would forget the encounter between the two, so that the life of the great conquering king would not be filled with the "sadness of being driven by a weak r".
The expected sound of horse hooves crushing the yellow sand did not sound.
Instead, Weber's whole body floated.
Of course, humans cannot fly. Weber felt a force pulling on the back of his neck, fighting against the gravity of the earth and easily winning, lifting Weber up.
Just like a kitten being held in its mouth.
"Of course I will win! But now that the annoying order has been issued, have you made up your mind? Come and witness the moment when the order comes true."
That heroic voice, as always, has a refreshing flavor. This big man, no matter what time, has a valiant look that is hard to look at.
"You, you, you idiot!"
"Whether you are a SR or not, you are my friend and this will not change."
Tears welled up in his eyes like spring water. When they flowed down from his nose, they mixed with the snot, making it difficult for Weber to breathe, and it was even more difficult to make a sound. Even so, he still choked and asked.
"Can someone like me really be by your side?"
The Conqueror King smiled as if he was hearing a joke and patted his thin shoulder.
"Aren't you a man who faces the enemy with me? Then, you are a friend. Stand shoulder to shoulder with me with your chest raised."
"Then, keep your eyes open, young man!"
"Ah, I will definitely look at it with these eyes!"
The magic power of the three Command Seals was integrated into the body of the Conquering King Iskandar. Although there was no actual manifestation, something similar to momentum surged from his body, twisting his hair and cloak like a tornado.
.
Command Seals have almost no coercive power when it comes to such vague orders.
Otherwise, as long as the master uses the Command Spell to order the servants to get the Holy Grail. If 7 Masters issue this command together, they can get 7 Holy Grails. How can there be a Holy Grail War? To put it bluntly, the Command Spell is just a kind of coercion.
The magical source of power has little effect in the face of the theory of consciousness such as the need to win.
However, what does it matter to the King of Conquerors? These orders are in line with his wishes and only strengthen his momentum.
Within the inherent barrier, the king's army has begun to gradually collapse.
In terms of individual combat effectiveness and quantity, the king's army has the advantage.
However, the undead army has a special fighting method that eliminates individuality and merges everyone into one. Once the death war elephant takes action, it will inevitably be accompanied by the golden light of the Servant soldiers being defeated.
There was also Yagi Seksai's previous attack. The dazzling beam blade easily crushed the flanks of the king's army, giving Darius an opportunity to take advantage of it.
The original formation was destroyed, and Darius took advantage of the situation.
As soon as the Conqueror kicked his stirrup, Bucephalus immediately understood. Picking up the spear he took from the attendant, the Conqueror rushed towards Darius.
As soon as the king's army saw the conquering king's return, their morale increased greatly. The spear-throwing team composed of thousands of people also gathered more strength and threw all their spears into the sky towards Darius's war elephant.
In mid-air, a rain of javelins seemed to turn the sky black, each one glowing with magic power, and they rushed towards Darius's Death Battle Elephant. However, just like before, before attacking Darius,
See a sea of fire raging in the sky, and the blazing flames melted the spears in the sky.
Black Joan of Arc was standing next to the throne above the head of the war elephant, with a skull under her feet, her knees raised, and an arm resting on it. She looked like a bad girl in an anime, bending her body and looking down at the earth, holding in her hand
As soon as the battle flag was waved, the ground quickly burst into flames.
Black Joan's fighting style was originally similar to that of a heavy tank, with high magic power and high attack, capable of destroying wherever it goes. Now in coordination with Darius's war elephant, she doesn't even have to worry about moving, as long as she sees something around her
Enemies, just burn them.
This refreshing feeling of only having to think about fighting made her particularly happy.
No matter what he is! Just kill them all! Burn them all! Just vent your anger to your heart's content! That'll be fine!
Black Joan couldn't help but think so.
There is no need for fetters, no need for friends, and of course no need for understanding from others. You are the embodiment of revenge, so you just need to continue to take revenge!
The madness continues.
Continue to mock the gods.
As long as someone desires this power, then give it to them.
As long as someone is looking forward to this madness, let it be vented.
After all, Jeanne d'Arc is the shadow of a heroic spirit. The only remaining shadow of a bubble.
Before being destroyed, you must show the colorful beauty, otherwise it will be too unworthy.
In the distance, there was a long stretch of yellow sand, and Black Jeanne saw a black horse rushing towards this side.
She cheered up again, sneered, and the flame condensed in her hand, and she was about to shoot it out. The sudden change made her a little bit at a loss. The flame burned in her hand, but she didn't shoot it out.