Thank you for the invitation. He's in heaven now, he's become God.

Waver's summoned Heroic Spirit, Iskandar the Conqueror, soon experienced the same feeling as his Master.

After he finished reciting his lines with satisfaction, he finally noticed the huge crowd in front of him and the seven heroic spirits staring straight at him.

"…………"

Although he could sense the presence of multiple Heroic Spirits, he hadn't expected there to be seven!

Furthermore, none of these seven heroic spirits were weak; four of them made him feel that his life was threatened, and he had no chance of winning even in a one-on-one fight.

Especially that purple-haired heroic spirit in a kimono, with his pure yet powerful aura, and his magnificent and awe-inspiring thunder...

If it weren't for the gender difference, he would have thought that some Greek god-king had been summoned to participate in the Holy Grail War.

He seems to have overestimated himself this time...

Even Iskandar felt a jolt of fear at the sight before him.

Confidence stems from strength, and Iskandar's confidence comes from his own powerful strength.

Even against multiple Heroic Spirits, Iskandar is confident of victory thanks to his Noble Phantasm.

However, if the heroic spirits in front of him attacked together, there would be no other possibility for him but to be beaten to death.

"So, among the Heroic Spirits, there are also those with mental problems?"

Finally, it was Miss Black Cat's words that broke the somewhat quiet atmosphere.

"He actually came to us all by himself. If we take care of him now, we'll have one less enemy, right?"

"........."

Upon hearing the black cat's words, Iskandar silently gripped the hilt of the Cyprus Sword.

He could sense that the seven figures before him were all heroic spirits of the opposing side. However, he, Iskandar the Conqueror, would not feel the slightest fear or waver because of this.

As for Weber's reaction...

Yes, he has completely given up.

In his opinion, he was likely to be the first Master to leave the stage.

"Iskander the Conqueror..."

Following the black cat, Yahweh's voice rang out.

"Does he intend to fight seven heroic spirits all by himself?"

"Truly exceptionally brave and skilled!"

"If that's the case, it's certainly exciting!"

Upon hearing Yahweh's words, Iskandar released the Cypriot sword and scratched his head.

"However, even though I am the King of Conquest, to think that I can defeat seven riders single-handedly is indeed a bit arrogant!"

"in particular……"

Iskandar's gaze swept over Shin and Ereshkigal.

"...Two of them are terrifying goddesses."

Although he may seem somewhat carefree and rugged, Iskandar is not the kind of mindless person who doesn't think.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the King of Conquerors. Since he was clearly outmatched, he naturally had to avoid fighting as much as possible.

"It was just a coincidence that we bumped into each other along the way, and we wanted to go see the guy who invited us."

"Of course, if you are willing to join my ranks, I will treat you as a friend!"

Chapter 174: Diarmuid's existential crisis

Even though the situation was different from what he had imagined, and he was in danger, his thoughts remained unchanged.

If one is afraid of power and dares not even speak the words in one's heart, how can one be called a king?

"So, this guy really does have something wrong with his head, right?"

Iskandar's words, unsurprisingly, drew criticism from Miss Black Cat.

After all, given his current situation...

They actually thought they could recruit them?

Is there something wrong with this thought process?

"Since we have no intention of fighting, let's go ahead."

While it's possible to defeat Iskandar here, that wouldn't be very interesting.

"We can't keep the people who invited us waiting..."

Moreover, compared to the Conqueror King, shouldn't we deal with that guy who has been recklessly revealing his aura from the very beginning first?

Then, two more men joined Yahweh's ranks and headed toward one of the spearmen.

"coming……"

The man, who was leaning against the container to catch his breath, suddenly seemed to sense something, opened his eyes, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

He picked up the red and yellow pistols, a fighting spirit appearing on his face.

The Holy Grail War is a battleground where heroes from countless eras descend to vie for the omnipotent cauldron said to grant any wish.

For ordinary humans, this is a miraculous battle that exists only in fantasy.

For a spearman, being able to fight against heroes from different eras is also a thrilling experience.

At the same time, even knowing that his opponents were all heroes who would be remembered in history, he was confident that he would win and offer the Holy Grail to the lord he believed in at that time.

He, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the chief warrior of the Irish Knights of Fiona, known as "Radiant One," has this confidence!

However, his fighting spirit quickly froze slightly.

This doesn't feel right!

Why are there so many heroic spirits?

However, before he could even fully sense it, the "guest" he had invited had already appeared in his sight.

Well, it wasn't what he had originally expected; instead, there was a huge, horde of people.

At first glance, there were at least a dozen people.

They stood together, and the atmosphere of what should have been a cold and solemn Holy Grail War suddenly became lively.

Then, eight heroic spirits standing at the very front surrounded him, staring intently at him.

"???"

The smile faded.

What happened?

Diarmuid was indeed somewhat bewildered by the situation before him.

He was indeed very confident, and he was confident that he could defeat any enemy, no matter who they were.

But what exactly is going on with eight Heroic Spirits?

Even the opposing side only has seven Heroic Spirits!

What's the deal with the extra Heroic Spirit?

Could it be that one of his heroes has betrayed him and gone to the other side?

Those who can become Heroic Spirits are all the top heroes of their time.

Faced with the gaze of eight heroic spirits, he was not exactly trembling, but his mind was in complete turmoil, and he subconsciously gripped the two pistols in his hands.

Meanwhile, Kenneth, Diarmuid's Master, a genius magician from the Clock Tower, who was observing the situation with his familiar, also frowned.

Even with his arrogance, he knew exactly how dire the situation was for Dirumdo.

However, the rules of the Holy Grail War changed suddenly.

The battle, originally fought between seven Masters and their summoned Heroic Spirits to determine the victor, has evolved into a team war between seven Masters on each side, one red and one black.

His Black faction had only just learned of this news and were still at odds with each other, let alone cooperating.

However, the seven Masters of the Red Team came together from the beginning and formed a team.

Among them, there was even a Master of the Black Faction!

Kenneth was a little confused.

"I never expected that there would be other Servants in the Holy Grail War who aren't quite as bright as that guy!"

It was Miss Black Cat who spoke again this time.

"Under the rules of the Holy Grail War... they actually..."

Let's eliminate him together!

The black cat's words were exactly the same as when he faced Iskandar.

Upon hearing the black cat's words, Didier Mudo's expression hardened, and he prepared for battle.

At this moment, his thoughts were the same as Iskandar's earlier: even if he was no match for Iskandar, he would withdraw from the battle.

Looking at Diarmuid now, Iskandar felt as if he were seeing himself just moments before.

However, as a Heroic Spirit of the Black Faction, he showed no intention of offering help, simply standing aside and watching quietly.

Watching Diarmuid go through everything he had just experienced...

To be honest, I don't want to get involved for some reason; I just want to see how things develop.

Of course, if the Heroic Spirits on Yahweh's side really prepare for a group attack, he will help protect Diarmuid, depending on the situation.

After all, they were all heroes of the Black side, and he understood the principle that if one of them were to perish, the other would be vulnerable.

Meanwhile, Diarmuid glanced at Iskandar without making a sound.

Thanks to the power of the chat group, both sides were able to easily distinguish whether the other was a Heroic Spirit from their own faction during this Holy Grail War.

Iskandar's indifference made him frown. Why just watch?