Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

His memorial before the expedition truly made him famous throughout the ages; who else could rival him for a thousand years?

While Nian Zhuo remained in the magician's formation, violently breaking the deadlock.

Nero, Mash, and Ritsuka were truly caught in a fierce battle.

The lightning strike, the boulder, and the flames that the magician had just demonstrated were all repeated as if in reverse.

"Ugh..." Mash struggled to deflect Alexander's short sword with her shield again, while also having to watch out for the icy rain coming from another direction. "This is... too dangerous! Master."

"I know!" Ritsuka, though in a safe zone, seemed more anxious than the two fighting alongside her, biting her thumb. She racked her brains but couldn't think of a way to fight the two Servants before her. "Doctor, how is Mr. Nencho?"

"Hmm... there's no need to worry about him now, except for the slight fluctuations in Nianzhuo's vital signs just now." Dr. Roman also understood that the situation was not optimistic, and his fingers kept jumping on the screen.

Suddenly, a faint blue dot appeared in Roman's field of vision on the screen in front of him, but then disappeared just as quickly.

"Huh? Did I see that right?" Dr. Roman rubbed his eyes, looking incredulous. "It looks like something just appeared on the screen..."

"Ding—" Just when he thought he had misread it, the blue light reappeared, and the familiar reaction, which was not hostile, meant that it could only be Nian Zhuo.

"Hello? Ritsuka?" The excited doctor immediately grabbed the microphone and shouted, "Can you hear me? Have you seen Nencho on your end...?" The blue dot on the screen suddenly disappeared again.

"Huh...? Are you talking in your sleep, Doctor?" Looking around, Ritsuka couldn't see a single creature that could be called Nencho-sensei. "We're in the middle of a battle, you know, a battle~"

"Huh...this shouldn't be happening?" Dr. Roman stared intently at the screen, and sure enough, the blue dot representing the turbidity of thought appeared once again. "And now...?"

"I already said no..." Ritsuka was about to answer the doctor that she hadn't seen it, but at that moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred on the battlefield.

"Crack—" Something seemed to shatter, and a figure returned to the battlefield, scattering red stardust.

"Huh...?" Instantly, everyone's attention was drawn to the figure in the very center of the battlefield.

"...Tsk." His brow furrowed, the magician waved his hand, unleashing another bolt of lightning. "You actually managed to find a way out of there...?"

“...Exactly.” He nodded, but the red figure moved faster than he spoke. “So now, without any trump cards, you will lose.”

The re-acceleration plunged the world back into stagnation, even heavier than before.

A lightning strike? The lightning seemed to slow down as if encountering layers of obstacles. However, the mental energy seemed to move even faster.

No, is it because everything slows down in this state that he seems faster? Who knows?

All that is known is that Nian Zhuo arrived in front of the magician almost instantly.

"...!" It was too late. El-Melloi II was still unable to adjust to the stiffness and sluggishness in his body. In his eyes, Nian Zhuo's right hand drilled straight through his chest.

Blood gushed from El-Melloi II's back instantly, staining even his long hair crimson.

Nian Zhuo silently stopped the drill in his right hand, and at the same time deactivated the heavy acceleration state that had just been activated.

"Pfft... Uh." Taking a few steps back, El-Melloi II didn't even need to cover his wound with his hands, because the attack that had pierced through his chest cavity had already signaled the end of his life.

“…Teacher!” Alexander turned around almost immediately and saw his teacher fall to the ground, his back exposed to Nero and Mash without any regard for his own safety.

—Of course, they didn't want to chase after the boy.

Alexander ran to El-Melloi II and placed his head on his knees. "Teacher..."

"...You've done very well." Ignoring his own injuries, El-Melloi II gently stroked the boy's head, just as that man had done to him years before. "You will become a tyrant, a man whose legend will be sung throughout the world... Your name will become an epic..."

“…Teacher.” Tears welled up in his eyes and fell onto the face of the strategist in his arms. The boy was completely different from how he had been at the beginning.

“Listen up, Alexander.” Reaching out and grabbing his wrist, El-Melloi insisted on saying something, “This is the last lesson I can teach you, accept it… This is also the last support I can give you as your subject.”

"...Noble Phantasm: [Memorial on Dispatching the Troops]." Instantly, countless golden lights converged on Alexander's young body.

"Having been entrusted with a mission in a time of crisis, and receiving orders amidst peril—"

Hmm, good morning~

"...Now that I am about to depart, tears stream down my face as I write this, and I know not what to say." Countless points of light surged into Alexander's thin body, and at the same time, his reactions continued to intensify.

"This...this is..." Feeling the ever-increasing power within his body and the reaction of magic, Alexander stared blankly at the strategist in his arms. "Teacher...is this your final gift to me...?"

"I understand," the boy said, drawing his short sword again and standing up.

Noble Phantasm: Memorial to the Throne (Memorial to the Throne) Rank EX

This is a memorial written by Zhuge Liang for the young emperor when he was organizing the army to attack an enemy state. This article, brimming with fervent loyalty and determination, would later be widely praised as a masterpiece. It possesses the ability to bestow necessary power upon a target according to the legends of heroic spirits.

And now, this treasure is directly affecting Alexander.

A wave of magic surged into the air, and gusts of wind swept out from around Alexander.

A fluffy, bright red cloak was draped over his shoulders.

With the boost given by the magician, Alexander improved his Spirit Origin in a short period of time and completed his Spirit Origin Ascension.

A tall, magnificent horse stood obediently behind him.

The young man mounted his horse, his bright red cloak drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

"Well then, since this is what my teacher entrusted to me in the end," bursts of purple lightning struck the ground around the boy and his mount, "if I don't give it my all, I'll be letting my teacher down!"

"God's Blessing (Zeus Thunder)!"

Blessing of the Gods: A Noble Phantasm of Rank C, formed from the self-awareness of being a child of God.

Each use will strengthen the body with Zeus's lightning, increasing divinity and decreasing the level of the "Beautiful Young Man" skill.

In other words...

Muscles suddenly bulged in the boy's body, and solid muscles appeared on his torso. In an instant, the once cute boy became a muscular man.

"Whoa...! This, this is!" Nero, Mash, and Ritsuka, who were standing to the side, gaped in astonishment.

"Ha...!!!" Then, Alexander spurred his horse and charged towards Nianzhuo.

A burst of lightning, along with the horses, struck Nianzhuo, who was standing still.

"Initial domination and supremacy! (Bucephalus)!"

Initial domination and supremacy: As Alexander's beloved horse, it became a legendary steed, but also had a terrifying man-eating side.

The raging horse, which no one but him can ride, is said to grant the entire world to whoever rides it. Busyphalas (the name of the horse, the Noble Phantasm) already exists as a Heroic Spirit. In other words, the Noble Phantasm is a Heroic Spirit, and the Heroic Spirit is the Noble Phantasm.

The black horse that accompanied Alexander Iskandar in battle when he used the Noble Phantasm "King's Army" was Busyvallas. The Heroic Spirit, Young Alexander, used this horse as his mount in battle.

If the true name is released, maintain the riding state and launch a fierce attack on the enemy lines, with the lightning of the father Zeus ravaging everything in its path.

"Now that you've unleashed your Noble Phantasm, I should respond with my full power in return!" Nian Zhuo said, twisting the small cart in his left hand again. "Belt-san, I'm counting on you from now on!"

"OK." The belt-wearing soldier took over, the drill in his left hand disappeared, and he changed into the armor of the Setrum form. "...Based on my analysis, it's better to use Attack 1, 2, and 3 to deal with him."

The final derivative form of the Cytrom hybrid geared vehicle is equipped with a combination of "Maximum Firepower," "Stylish Spikes," and "Midnight Shadow" capability tires.

"Come On! Flare, Spike, Shadow! Tire Kakimazerl! Attack 1.2.3!"

Purple, yellow, and green covered the surface of the tires, and the spiked decorations silently indicated the danger.

“OK, then the final blow!” Under the control of Belt Sang, 'Nian Zhuo' twisted the small car on the back of his hand, and then rotated the button on the belt.

As the turbid thoughts arose, the yellow, green, and purple tires on his shoulders began to spin incessantly.

"TriDrop Breaker Finished!"

The tire, which combined the abilities of "Spiked," "Firepower," and "Shadow," spun at an unprecedented speed, charging toward Alexander on horseback.

A series of fireballs shot out, and the huge explosions and rumbling black smoke obscured Alexander's charging figure.

Then, purple lightning pierced the darkness, and although Alexander's speed slowed down, he still rushed straight toward Nian Zhuo.

In the second wave, green spikes rose from the ground and pierced the running horse of Alexander—Bousifaras.

Although Busyfalas was also present as a Heroic Spirit, its abdomen was completely unarmored. The green spikes easily pierced its abdomen, and scalding blood dripped continuously from the many wounds onto the ground.

However, the horse did not stop, nor did it even tremble. As Alexander's beloved horse, Busifara held the 'Emperor' and 'master' who was now charging on its back in the utmost reverence. With blood-red eyes and hot breath coming out of its snot, Alexander continued to charge straight towards Nianzhuo with undiminished momentum.

The third wave—countless purple shurikens flew out from all directions toward Alexander and his steeds.

The flying blades sliced ​​open his arm, blood flowed out, and many of the boy's proud, fiery red hairs were also cut off by the numerous flying blades.

However, the most seriously injured was the boy's mount, with all four limbs slashed by the blades and a long wound added to its side.

This was the result even after Nian Zhuo hadn't unleashed all his shurikens, and most of them had already been shattered by Alexander's burst of purple lightning. Therefore, the boy was truly destined to lose this time.

Finally, Nian Zhuo leaped up and kicked down, rushing towards Alexander who was running towards him, along with the flashing lightning.

Flames, spikes, and shuriken reappeared, forming a final offensive around Nianzhuo.

Nian Zhuo kicked at Busifalas's head, but Alexander and his mount were pushing forward with all their might, and the lightning flashed more and more frequently. Nian Zhuo had no choice but to do his best to defend against their attack.

The red glow of flames, the emerald spikes, the purple shurikens, and the red stardust all clashed against Alexander's rolling lightning.

Finally, the red light of the flames dissipated first, followed by emerald green spikes flying in all directions, and purple shurikens shattering and falling to the ground.

Finally, it was Alexander's lightning strike that shattered with a blinding flash before breaking apart, forcing all the onlookers to close their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, the outcome was already decided.

Alexander's beloved horse, Busephalas, lay to one side, its figure dissipating into golden particles, while Alexander himself also collapsed to the ground, his condition far from optimistic.

His abdomen was ripped open, and blood was flowing out continuously. He probably wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

"Cough..." Touching his abdomen, the boy saw the crimson stain on his palm and sighed with difficulty. "Even with the teacher's help, you still couldn't win? You're really strong, Nianzhuo. If you were in my time, I would definitely try every means to recruit you into my army..." Then, the boy looked at Nero beside him.

"Let me give you one last piece of advice, my dear emperor." The figure gradually faded, as if the boy was about to disappear as well. "Your noble self-esteem... its radiance, like a flower in full bloom, is so noble, yet... it must also be a very dangerous thing. Please be sure to..."

The words he wanted to say remained unspoken. The boy closed his eyes, his figure dissipating into golden light and returning to the Throne of Heroes.

"That's none of your business, kid—" The magician, for some reason, still retained a trace of life, but judging from his figure that had begun to dissipate into golden particles, he was probably also on the countdown. "No, it's not appropriate for you to say that either."

"But this meddling is really your style, there's just no way around it..." In the end, the magician lit another cigarette for himself, not a cigar, but an ordinary cigarette.

"Cough cough!" I didn't expect that I would start coughing as soon as I took a puff.

"To have witnessed the King's passing twice... Am I still unable to grow up..." With a powerless sigh, El-Melloi II closed his eyes and returned to the Throne of Heroes.

Nianzhuo's trial card eventually expired and came to an end.

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