I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Although he seems like a good person, he somehow gives off a feeling that he has ill intentions.

The young Matou Sakura had no ability to discern and see through Merry's true nature. She was easily fooled by a few words and lost her bearings.

Just then, the old man of the mountain suddenly heard a bell ringing in his ears, which made him immediately realize that the final curtain of the Holy Grail War was finally about to fall.

"Alright, Contractor, go and continue your studies with Meryl. I'll be leaving for now."

The old man of the mountain, who seemed to sense something, looked up at Melly. Although he didn’t explicitly say what was going on, Melly had already anticipated it through her clairvoyance.

"Don't worry about leaving it to me. If anything goes wrong, I'll find a way to make up for it."

After receiving Merry's assurance, the Old Man of the Mountain transformed into a wisp of ghostly fire and left the room. At the same time, his faint voice reached Sebastian's ears as he was managing the Matou family's assets.

"Sebastian, I entrust the security of the base to you. Make sure everyone is safe."

Sebastian put down the documents in his hand, his entire body tensed up instantly, and he entered a state of combat readiness, his eyes transforming into golden dragon pupils.

"Rest assured, Lord Mountain Elder. Sebastian will not let you down!"

In the darkness, the Mountain Elder, now in stealth mode, moved like a ghost, his killing intent and death aura becoming increasingly restrained.

Guided by the sound of the bell, the Old Man of the Mountain intercepted Diarmuid and Iskandar, who were heading towards the Matou family, halfway there. Their Masters were also with them.

It seems that after two days of deliberation, Webber and Kenneth have decided to declare war on the Mountain Elder first, and then confront the alliance of Tohsaka and Einzbern.

This decision was also made with reference to Iskandar's analysis. As the King of Conquerors, his vision and strategic and tactical abilities were unmatched by ordinary people.

Having learned Archer's true name and witnessed his seemingly endless treasure trove, Iskandar believed that Gilgamesh must possess a treasure capable of breaking his trump card.

Although the abilities that the Old Man of the Mountain has shown so far are still very unpredictable, if it comes down to a desperate gamble, Iskandar is still betting on the Old Man of the Mountain's lack of ability to deal with Reality Marbles.

Facing the direction from which Iskandar's chariot came, the Old Man of the Mountain removed his aura concealment, revealing his figure. Standing upright in the middle of the road, he seemed to have been waiting there all along.

Iskandar stopped the sacred bull pulling the cart and descended from the sky to the ground, waving heartily to the old man of the mountain and laughing loudly.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to meet you here by such a coincidence. Or did you sense our approach and come out to fight us, Old Man of the Mountain?"

Diarmuid jumped off the chariot carrying two pistols, bowed to the Old Man of the Mountain, and assumed a fighting stance.

Facing the ever-bold Conqueror King and the courteous Grand Knight, the Mountain Elder drew his greatsword and shield from the ground, his skull mask's eye sockets glowing with a blood-red light, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

“Listen carefully, for the evening bell has revealed your names to me.”

Chapter Forty-Six: The Cataclysm of the Undead

A gentle night breeze stirred the robes of the Mountain Elder and the cloak of Iskandar. On the quiet road, only the faint chirping of insects came from the grass on both sides of the road.

Kenneth set up a barrier to temporarily cover this section of the highway. Fortunately, the place was relatively remote and unlikely to attract the attention of ordinary people for a while.

"Old Man of the Mountain, you didn't actually say everything about the Holy Grail at the banquet that day, did you?"

Iskandar stared at King Hassan's face, which was covered by a skull mask. Although he spoke in a question, his tone was extremely certain.

"Yes, I have indeed been hiding something."

The old man of the mountain readily nodded in agreement with the Conqueror King's conjecture and gave Iskandar the answer he wanted.

"The Holy Grail is not omnipotent; the wishes it can fulfill are also limited, nothing more."

Iskandar fell silent upon hearing this, put down the reins, touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and then looked back at the Old Man of the Mountain with unparalleled seriousness.

"If I wish to gain a physical body, that is, to exist in this world as a true living being, is that wish possible?"

Before the Conqueror King could finish speaking and before the Mountain Elder could reply, Waver leaped from behind Iskandar onto the giant's back and tapped him on the head a few times.

"Idiot! Wasn't your wish to conquer the whole world? How, how did it become..."

Before Webber could finish speaking, he was met with a familiar flick on the forehead, which sent him sprawling onto the chariot, grimacing and looking utterly miserable.

"Kid, if you want to conquer the world, having a physical body is the most basic thing."

Iskandar did not turn to look at his Master. He looked up at the star-studded night sky, his arms outstretched as if to embrace the entire universe, exuding boundless pride.

"My desire to conquer King Iskandar will be fulfilled by my own hands! I will stand tall, facing heaven and earth, and march towards the boundless horizon! March forward!! March forward again!!!"

"Until the entire world is under my control, I revel in the process of conquest, in the joy of the outcome! This is the romance of Iskandar, the Conqueror King! Hahahaha—"

The king's hearty laughter echoed throughout the wilderness. If this were a place where thousands of people were listening to his speech, it would surely be a scene of jubilation and cheers.

The Conqueror King's personal charisma shines like the brightest morning star in the night sky, its brilliance undiminished even by dark clouds, guiding his people ever forward.

Weber stared blankly at Iskandar's tall and imposing back, as if he could see the weight that was borne on those broad shoulders.

The weight of a king, the weight of a nation.

The conqueror king, who brought prosperity and strength to the people, fought his way to his death and never stopped his pursuit of progress.

Diarmuid seemed to be somewhat agitated for a moment, and looking at the Conqueror who had acted somewhat foolish when they first met, the loyal knight felt a sense of longing.

If he had been born in the era in which Iskandar reigned supreme, he would surely have taken up arms and rushed to the battlefield at the king's call, even if it meant dying in battle without regret.

"Is this your wish? The Holy Grail can grant it."

The Old Man of the Mountain looked at the passionate Iskandar and nodded slightly in response, but at the same time he raised the greatsword in his hand and pointed it at the other party, and boundless death energy surged out.

"But can you face life and death head-on and transcend my greatsword? If not, then it is all just meaningless delusion!"

Facing the murderous-looking Old Man of the Mountain, Iskandar revealed a confident smile. His kingly aura and imposing presence became even more refined and captivating, and his eyes burned with a soaring fighting spirit.

"Well, I am quite confident."

A massive amount of magical power erupted from the Conqueror King like a geyser, transforming into a surging, swirling wind that spread outwards.

The strong winds, comparable to those of a typhoon, forced Webber to hold tightly to the edge of the chariot to avoid being blown away, while the somewhat frail Sora had to grab Kenneth's arm to barely keep herself steady.

Out of concern for his fiancée, Kenneth immediately pulled out five test tubes filled with mercury from his waist and used magic to manipulate the Moon Marrow Elixir into a sphere that enveloped the two of them.

"If it were just me alone, it might be a bit difficult, but my greatest strength as the Conqueror King has never been just me alone!"

With Iskandar's words, the mind began to erode reality, and the world underwent a dramatic transformation.

A blinding flash of light appeared, and rolling yellow sand covered the world. The scorching sun baked the ground, and the boundless desert appeared before everyone.

"Spatial transformation and replacement, this is, this is a sub-species of magic called 'Imaginary Manifestation,' which has long been listed as a forbidden spell by the Mage's Association!"

After the storm subsided, Kenneth removed the protective barrier of the Moon Marrow Elixir, his emerald green eyes carefully examining the strange desert world before him, muttering unconsciously to himself.

"The great magic called 'Realistic Marble' is the ultimate miracle that can materialize the mental landscape of a person. It is the closest 'magic' to 'magic'!"

Weber and Sora were speechless. After witnessing such a spectacular scene, any words seemed pale and powerless, unable to describe the shock in their hearts.

"This is the land where my army once traversed, a landscape that my warriors, who shared joys and sorrows with me, will never forget!"

"Gather here, my compatriots!!"

"Because we share a common vision and an unbreakable bond, we are able to transcend the limitations of time and space and reunite here once again!"

Iskandar was more active and more passionate than ever before, and his hoarse shouts revealed his boundless ambition.

"Even if the physical body is destroyed, the soul will still be summoned to this world like a heroic spirit, and will still be loyal to my warriors!"

"The indelible bond between us is my greatest treasure, the treasure I am most proud of—the King's Army!"

From the hazy dust at the edge of the desert world, came the sound of orderly footsteps and the clattering of armor.

A vast army, stretching as far as the eye can see, slowly revealed its mighty and invincible military might, with the faces of the soldiers clearly visible.

The soldiers were dressed in iron armor and helmets, holding swords, shields, or spears and javelins. Their expressions were cold and resolute, exuding the fierce courage of veterans who had been through many battles.

The generals walked at the forefront of the procession. Each of them was a hero who was famous throughout the world thousands of years ago, and countless enemies had perished under their iron hooves.

"This, this is Rider's trump card?"

Diarmuid shook his head and smiled bitterly, feeling that even if he descended in Saber-class form, he might not be a match for the Conqueror King.

Iskandar mounted his horse and stood at the forefront of the army, drawing his sword from his waist and pointing it forward.

"The enemy is the unfathomable Elder of the Mountain; even he alone is enough to be our opponent! Warriors, let us unleash our dominance!!"

Following the Conqueror King's charge, his army echoed his steps, raising clouds of dust and causing the earth to groan under the trampling of his troops.

The army quickly overtook Iskandar, protecting him in the center of the formation, while Diarmuid led the charge at the forefront.

Alone, facing the onslaught of thousands of troops, the Mountain Elder stood firmly on the flat desert in front of the army, showing no panic or attempt to flee.

"What an admirable king, what unwavering loyalty! This scene even makes me nostalgic for the days when I commanded my legions to sweep across the world."

The old man of the mountain muttered to himself, reaching up to lift his jet-black cloak and slowly drawing a ferocious greatsword engraved with mysterious runes from his waist.

"Conqueror King, if you're thinking of taking advantage of our numbers, I wonder if you've ever witnessed the undead scourge that makes even the gods tremble?"

The old man of the mountain gripped the sword hilt with both hands, twisted his wrists to plunge the sword tip into the ground, and the frost magic instantly turned the scorching desert cold.

Behind him, the scorching desert was swept by a layer of cold air and turned into eternal frost. Space distorted and fluctuated, and the frozen skeletal throne gradually solidified into a physical form.

The Reality Marble eroded the Reality Marble, splitting the entire Dream World in two, clearly divided by the boundary between the desert and the ice field.

On the towering, snow-covered peak, the Mountain Elder, now the Lich King, sat upon the Frozen Throne, watching the surging army of Servants awaken the heroic souls slumbering within the glacier.

"Answer the Lich King's call, soldiers who once served me! Blood has stained the heavens and the earth, awaken! Knights of death! Servants of darkness!"

"We will once again become natural disasters!!"

Chapter Forty-Seven: The Lich King

The glacier and snowfield were covered with a dense network of cracks, and with a deafening roar and the trembling of broken ice, a huge, pale, bone claw broke through the ice and emerged.

The ice coffins buried deep underground were opened, and the zombies sleeping in the cemetery answered the call to action, while the gargoyles, like sculptures, opened their eyes.

The obese and bloated abominations, wielding enormous warhammers, swayed and staggered as they marched to the front lines.

The heavily armored Death Knights straightened their lances and urged their warhorses to gather at the Ice Valley Pass, forming a charging formation to meet the attack.

Skeleton soldiers, their heads burning with ghostly blue soul flames, crawled out of the abyss of hell and stood once more on the earth, densely packed together, countless in number.

The monstrous banshee that blotted out the sky howled high above, its noise filled with hatred and curses enough to break even the weakest of hearts.

"Roar--!"

The ferocious and terrifying bone dragon raised its head and let out a chilling roar, flapping its long-rotted wings and soaring into the sky once more.

The liches, dressed as mages, went to their respective posts and performed their duties. Kel'Thuzad, the commander of the Scourge, came before the Lich King Arthas and bowed slightly.

Although the person on the throne was not dressed like the Lich King in our minds, the aura of the Lord of Death was undeniable.