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The last time I met this Assassin, he seemed easy to deal with. How come he's become so outrageous in the blink of an eye?

You should know that the Noble Phantasm you just used, 【Via Expugnatio】, is rated A+. Any Servant who dares to take it head-on would definitely die.

As a result, the opponent just stood there without moving, letting you hit them, and you couldn't even scratch them.

So tough, could the opponent be Hercules in his assassin form?

Iskandar tried to summon the oxcart back, only to find it impossible, as the Thunder Bull that was pulling it had suffered a concussion and passed out from the massive collision.

Even a divine beast couldn't withstand such a sudden stop. It's fortunate that it's a divine beast; otherwise, if it were an ordinary riding beast, its neck would have been broken, its brain churned into a mess, and it would have died on the spot.

When Iskandar found that he could not summon back the Thunder Chariot, he drew the sword from his waist and summoned a horse named Busifala, which was his beloved horse in life.

"Busifalas, charge with me!"

He mounted his beloved horse, placed the unconscious Weber on its back, and then charged directly at Bai Mahassan!

The Thunder Ox Cart was incredibly fast, moving like lightning, while the Busifarlas were much slower, but still far faster than modern horse breeds.

It charged toward Bai Ma Hassan like a chariot of flesh and blood.

Having just witnessed the extraordinary hardness of Hassan the Hundred Faces' Noble Phantasm, Iskandar didn't want to use his horse to ram into him again this time. Instead, he adopted a rapid guerrilla tactic, quickly probing his opponent's other strengths on horseback.

"Are you still going to fight? Your Master is already unconscious."

Hassan casually dodged Iskandar's charge.

"To be honest, Assassin, I underestimated you a bit before. You are very strong. I do regret launching an attack on you now. If I could get more information about you before launching an attack, my chances of winning would be greater. But now that we've already started fighting, how can we not settle things with a winner?"

Iskandar charged forward once more, raising his sword and slashing at Hassan the Hundred-Faced.

Hassan raised the purple-gold blade in his hand and clashed it head-on with his sword.

When~

The enormous reaction force made Iskandar's entire arm go numb.

"Hiss~ Such strength, are you really an Assassin? Or a Berserker in disguise?"

Iskandar was puzzled. Was such strength something an Assassin class should possess?

When he last met him, he didn't think that Hundred-Faced Hassan was so strong. How come he suddenly seems to have mutated?

“Rider, if you stop now, I will stop attacking you. Otherwise, even if you are the Master’s friend, I will still kill you.”

Bai Mao Hassan is now feeling a bit speechless.

Why don't they all listen to reason? He was clearly trying to persuade them properly.

He's an assassin, yet instead of focusing on his assassinations, he's blocking the door and acting as a lobbyist. He even has to hold back during fights, which puts him in a very difficult position.

Chapter 82 Iskandar's Conquest Ends in Disarray

"Hahaha! Assassin! You're quite strong. How about joining our alliance? I'll appoint you as a general."

Iskandar, unable to resist his eagerness, wanted to invite people to join his ranks.

Of course, I was rejected.

"No need. Rider, you're still fighting me right now. Are you trying to invite your enemy? Are you out of your mind?"

"Hahaha! I am the king who conquers all, and naturally I will conquer even the hearts of my enemies. Once they join me, they will naturally become my subordinates."

"You haven't conquered me yet, and I feel that if this continues, I will definitely kill you. So, I'm giving you one last piece of advice: stop now."

Upon hearing this, Iskandar looked into the eyes of Baimao Hassan.

...I still couldn't see it, only a sinister skull mask.

However, he could tell that the other party was absolutely serious.

He had been fighting on horseback, and the speed and power of the horse, combined with the sharp sword in his hand, should have been enough to make even Saber take it seriously. However, his opponent easily withstood all of his attacks.

By now, he was completely certain that this Assassin was definitely not normal; he had probably been overpowered by that mysterious guy.

If he continues playing, he might actually lose.

But just because there's a chance of losing, does that mean he should surrender and stop fighting? He can't do that!

He would continue fighting, fight to the very last moment, and then commit suicide... Bah! He would never regret dying on the battlefield!

Moreover, he might not necessarily lose; he still has a trump card, an absolute trump card that he hasn't used yet.

"Stop wasting your breath. Life and death are determined by fate. Only one side can emerge victorious on the battlefield. Now that I have made my move, what are you still hesitating for?"

Iskandar said this.

Hassan the Hundred Faces wanted to make it clear that it wasn't his own choice to hesitate, but rather that his Master's orders were for him to try his best to intercept, and only kill if he couldn't stop them.

He felt he could stop them all, so he didn't kill them.

This makes it seem as if he, an assassin, is actually afraid to kill.

But now that the other party is determined to break in, he has no choice but to kill them.

"Fine, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

Hassan raised the purple-gold blade in his hand.

Within the crevices of the mountains, a mountain breeze blows, carrying away a few petals.

"Hahaha! That's more like it!"

Iskandar also raised his sword.

He is now about to activate his second Noble Phantasm, which is his final trump card.

However, in the next instant, Iskandar suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

He looked down and saw a blade protruding from back to front on his chest.

Someone attacked him from behind and stabbed him in the back!

Iskandar turned around with a stiff expression and saw the figure that had ambushed him from behind.

He wore a jet-black bodysuit and a white skull mask, dressed exactly like the Assassin in front of him, except for his body shape.

The Assassin in front of him was male, while the woman attacking him from behind, with her curvaceous figure, was clearly female.

"You...you are..."

Iskandar spoke with difficulty.

His vitality is rapidly fading away.

The opponent's blade pierced his heart, which was the location of his spiritual core. Now, his spiritual core was shattered, and he was definitely not far from death.

Servant are beings who, as long as their spirit core remains intact, can recover from any injury, even if their head is severed.

But once the spirit core is shattered, death is not far off, unless time can be reversed, or there is a elixir with the power to bring the dead back to life, or someone forcibly restores it with a three-stroke command spell.

"Rider, didn't you already know I had the ability to create clones? How could you still be so careless?"

The female alter ego of Hassan with a hundred faces spoke thus.

"..."

Iskandar remained silent.

How could he forget that the other party had the ability to create clones? He had been careful of the other party's clones, but he had not noticed them until now.

It wasn't until the other person pierced his heart that he suddenly sensed the figure that had appeared behind him.

The opponent's ability to [conceal one's aura] seems to have become much stronger.

"Assassin, you're being a bit despicable."

Iskandar had assumed that Hassan the Hundred-Faced would fight him fair and square, but he hadn't expected that Hassan would resort to a sneak attack.

“Rider, I am an assassin by nature. Assassination is my profession. I have been clashing with you head-on before. Do you think I have forgotten my greatest skill?”

That makes sense. The other party has always been an assassin, so using this method to kill is the most normal thing for them.

It's a pity that he hasn't been able to show his Noble Phantasm yet. He wanted to show that kid just how strong he was, but in the end he died such a miserable death. It's really a bit of a shame.

"Assassin, I have one request before I die: please don't hurt this kid."

Iskandar pointed to Weber, who was now lying on the horse's back, still unconscious.

"As long as he doesn't force his way in, there's no problem. But if he insists on forcing his way in, then I'm afraid I cannot agree to it."

"...It's alright, this kid doesn't have that much guts, he'll definitely behave."

Iskandar's body was glowing, and his magically formed flesh was gradually disintegrating.

If he had an ability like "Battle Continuation," he could hold on for a while longer even if his spirit core shattered, but he clearly doesn't have that skill.

"There's another question that I've been pondering. Could you please tell me? Who exactly is this Master, that young man? What is he trying to do?"

Iskandar couldn't understand one thing: why Du Can had made such a series of big moves.

To win the Holy Grail and gain the right to make a wish? No! The other side also knows that the Greater Grail has long been corrupted, and a corrupted Grail cannot grant human wishes.

To destroy the Greater Grail and end the Holy Grail War ritual? No! If they wanted to do that, they wouldn't need to stop them. Their initial attack, powerful enough to split a mountain, could have shattered the entire mountain along with the Greater Grail ritual. They only split the mountain but didn't attack the Greater Grail ritual, which is clearly suspicious.

Could it be that the other party actually wanted to obtain the corrupted Holy Grail? But that doesn't make sense. If that were the case, there would be no need for them to tell them about it, let alone make such a big fuss to attract attention. They could have done it quietly and transferred it discreetly.

Moreover, the opponent possesses such immense power that it is comparable to a legendary god. The power of the Holy Grail is not necessary for it, so why would it need to take action against the Greater Grail Ritual?

It couldn't have been just for fun, could it?

"I don't know either. If you were still alive, you could ask your Master yourself, but you probably don't have that chance now."

Bai Mausole shook his head.

“That’s true.” Iskandar scratched his head. His body had completely turned into photons and would dissipate completely in a few seconds.

He glanced at Weber one last time.

Weber is still in a coma.

"Boy, I'm truly sorry I can't help you achieve your wish of getting your teacher to look at you differently. I hope you can forgive me..."

Before he finished speaking, Iskandar transformed into countless specks of light and completely vanished into the world.

Only Weber, still unconscious, remained on the spot.