Projection magicians starting from the Uchiha clan

"Let's not cause any unnecessary trouble. We'll join the battle after Sakura leaves. For now, let's observe from the sidelines," Iori replied.

"Well, without a moment's mourning for King Arthur's injury, it was the hero-king Gilgamesh who rushed to the battlefield," the shadow clone said.

"Cough cough, you're the one who's talking, aren't you playing it too?" Iori complained about his shadow clone.

"If they don't let me join, I'll have nothing to do anyway. I'm the real berserker this time. If I don't fight the Streetlight King, who knows how the story will develop?"

The shadow clone sighed and could only watch silently as things unfolded.

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"Two people who don't respect me and arrogantly call themselves 'kings' have suddenly appeared overnight," Gilgamesh said arrogantly, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Even if you say so, I, Alexander the Great, am a true conqueror. May I ask who you are?" Alexander the Great scratched his face.

Gilgamesh sneered: "If I were to bestow upon you the glory of worshipping me, yet you do not know my name, there is nothing I can do about your ignorance."

As soon as he finished speaking, golden ripples appeared behind Gilgamesh, and several weapons shot towards the Conqueror King like lightning.

“This is just a small warning,” Gilgamesh said coldly.

The divine bull pulling Alexander's chariot pounded the ground with its hooves, unleashing lightning that struck down incoming weapons and even shattered the lamppost beneath Gilgamesh's feet.

Gilgamesh lost his footing and was forced to fall to the ground.

"To expect me, who should be looked up to, to stand on the same land as you is so disrespectful, you deserve to die!" Gilgamesh said unhappily, feeling offended.

Golden ripples spread across his back, from which countless weapons emerged.

“Your blasphemy against me is enough to make you die a thousand times over. You bastard standing there, I will slaughter you without leaving a single piece of armor.”

Gilgamesh's voice was cold and filled with murderous intent.

Seeing this scene from his base, Tokiomi Tohsaka felt a surge of anxiety. "It's only the first day of the Holy Grail War. Revealing my Noble Phantasm so early is incredibly reckless."

"I have already used a command spell to remonstrate with him. Hero King, please calm your anger and withdraw," he said with a command spell.

Gilgamesh, bound by the Command Spell, became enraged.

"Tokiomi, do you think you can make me retreat based on your advice?" Gilgamesh said angrily, unable to defy the power of the Command Spell.

"Hmph, you've escaped with your life, you bastard." He put away the weapon he had just fired, and the bound man turned into golden specks of light and left.

"It seems we can't continue today. I'll invite you all again next time." The Conqueror King glanced at the wary group before him and drove his chariot away from the battlefield.

With a bang, seeing all the heroic spirits depart, Iori's shadow clone dispelled itself and transmitted the memories back.

Iori savored the memory, then calmed her restless heart. The goal was not yet achieved, and patience was also a form of self-cultivation.

Now that Matou Sakura is gone, he can't wait to join this deadly battle.

Chapter 33 May the Night Be Bright (A Long Chapter of 3,000 Words)

in a few days

Early morning

Fuyuki City Wharf

Uchiha Iori gently hugged Matou Sakura, then tenderly stroked her hair, as if wanting to pass on all his warmth to her.

"Although you once fell into darkness, it is now over, and you will have a bright future."

Iori softly recounted how his Servant and Master would meet each other in their dreams. Although it was only a brief encounter, it was enough for him to consider Sakura as his younger sister.

"Will we ever meet again? Where exactly is the ninja world?" Matou Sakura asked Iori, who had also dreamt of Iori's past in the ninja world.

"Then good luck. As long as you can become a Heroic Spirit, we will meet again in Valhalla."

"Don't forget me when the time comes," Iori said softly.

"Yes, we will definitely meet again." Matou Sakura nodded vigorously, her expression full of determination. She stretched out her hand and used a Command Seal.

"By the Command Spell, Berserker, you must achieve victory!" *3

Having used up all three Command Seals, the contract between the two parties came to an end. Without saying anything more, tears welled up in her eyes, but she still bravely boarded the ship.

Even the longest night is worthwhile as long as you're by my side.

Watching Matou Sakura leave, Iori felt a pang of melancholy.

But thinking of his abundant magic power and the opponent he was about to face, he gradually felt pleased.

"Then let's end the Holy Grail War tonight and begin this one-night-only celebration." He smiled slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

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夜晚

Uchiha Iori went to Alexander the Great's residence and released his aura to challenge him, "Are you interested in fighting me, Conqueror King?"

"Oh, so you're a Berserker? You actually retain your sanity." The Conqueror King pushed open the door and came out, his tone somewhat surprised.

"You don't look like someone who hides his face. Why didn't you show up during the battle earlier?"

"Because of my Master, I was unable to take action before. Now that I have dissolved my contract with my Master, I can naturally begin to act."

Iori calmly replied, glancing at the nearby houses, "It's not convenient to fight here, let's go to the outskirts."

“Alright,” the Conqueror King replied. “Waveper, let’s go.”

“Hmm,” Waver Velvet responded, summoning the Divine Wheel and boarding the chariot with his Master.

On the way to the outskirts, the Conqueror asked, "Young man, I am Alexander the Great, the Emperor of Macedon. Who are you?"

The Conqueror King didn't beat around the bush and spoke frankly.

"I'm probably a fictional Heroic Spirit. I come from another world, and there are no legends about me here. You can call me Iori," Iori said truthfully.

"So, young man, would you like to join my ranks? The terms are negotiable," the Conqueror King said magnanimously, raising his hand to pat Iori on the shoulder.

“No need. My purpose in coming here is to fight for my heart’s desire. If you can kill me, I will be satisfied.” Iori shook his head, but did not dodge.

Having reached the outskirts of the city, Alexander the Great stopped his carriage opposite Iori, a hearty smile spreading across his face: "Don't refuse so readily, young man. Let me show you my unparalleled army."

Before the words were even finished, a whirlwind howled up. The wind was scorching and dry, as if it wanted to burn everything. This didn't feel like a forest at night; the wind seemed to come from the desert, roaring in your ears.

An unknown hot wind was encroaching upon the present world. When the wind stopped, Iori found herself in the middle of a desert.

The sun blazed down on the earth, the sky was clear and blue, and the desert stretched as far as the eye could see. There was nothing to obstruct the view.

"Is this your Reality Marble? It is truly magnificent," Iori exclaimed in admiration.

"Hmph," the Conqueror King chuckled, "This is the land where my legions once traversed. It is a landscape etched into the hearts of the warriors who shared joys and sorrows with the King."

As he spoke, a vast, materialized cavalry force appeared behind him.

The perfectly aligned legion formations slowly approached the crowd, their strong physiques and powerful strides demonstrating the army's formidable strength.

"This world, this landscape, is possible because it is the image of our hearts! Behold, that is my unparalleled legion."

"Even if their physical bodies vanish into nothingness, and their spirits are absorbed by the world as heroic spirits, they will still serve me, the legendary warriors!"

"The bond I share with them is my greatest treasure! My path to kingship! My most powerful Noble Phantasm, which I, Alexander, am proud of, is the Army of the King!"

"Oh!" The mighty legion erupted in a thunderous cheer.

"Then let's begin, Berserker!" The Conqueror drew Alexander's sword, his eyes fixed intently on Berserker, before charging towards the enemy.

His response was a tremendous roar, and a massive legion followed their king in a magnificent charge against the enemy.

"It seems I can't hold back either. Please take a look at my Reality Marble," Iori said calmly, and began chanting an incantation.

"I am the bone of my sword."

"Steel is my body, and fire is my blood. (My blood is as hard as iron, my heart as pure as glass.)"

The immense magical reaction eroded the King's army's strength and blocked the blowing gale.

"I have created over a thousand blades. (I have fought countless battles without being defeated.)"

"Unknown to Death, (never having suffered a defeat), nor known to Life, (never having found a true friend)."

The Conqueror King frowned slightly and said in surprise, "What? It's also a Reality Marble? Is he really Berserker?" Despite this, he still did not give up the charge.

He often stood atop the hill of swords, reveling in victory.

"Yet, those hands will never hold anything. (Therefore, this life has no meaning.)"

Flames filled the surroundings, a giant gear appeared in the sky, and various weapons slowly emerged on the ground.

"So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works. (This body is destined to be born for the sword.)"

As the incantation ended, the world was divided in two, with the desert and the sword hill each occupying half of the land.

The Conqueror King's charge was forced to a halt. "Looks like this is going to be an exciting expedition, Berserker."

Looking at the Sword Hill opposite him, the Conqueror King remarked with emotion, "This is a worthy opponent to fight."

"Conqueror King, now face the Infinite Sword." Iori waved his hand, and countless weapons appeared in the air behind him, encompassing all kinds of weapons, like an impending storm.

Seeing the weapons in the air, the Conqueror King's eyes lit up. "Brother, won't you reconsider my proposal? My unparalleled army combined with your unparalleled arsenal—wouldn't we be invincible?"

"No need for further words. I have only one goal today: to kill you all, or to be killed by you all!" Iori laughed loudly, waving his hand as swords rained down.

Facing the rain of swords, Alexander's legions advanced in the form of a Macedonian phalanx, with his cavalry flanking from both sides and charging forward.

Upon seeing this, Iori immediately used Illusion Collapse on the Noble Phantasm, turning all the launched weapons into bombs.

The biggest advantage of being a Servant is that you can waste weapons at will, since it won't affect your main body.

"It can even explode? My warriors, it seems the enemy is not something we can defeat with numbers. Abandon defense and charge with me!" Alexander shouted.

The army of kings includes many kings and heroes. Although they cannot bring Noble Phantasms under these circumstances, their basic strength is still at the Servant level.

The powerful warriors broke away from the army and charged towards Izhi alone, with Alexander riding his beloved horse Busephles at the forefront.

Faced with the enemy's fearless charge, Iori's expression turned serious.

“You are all heroes in human history, and I should not have treated you so lightly.” Iori’s expression turned solemn.

"Now, let me show you all respect, Susanoo."

A giant rose from the earth, and Iori looked down at the crowd from the sky.

"This is terrible, an enemy just like the Great Sea Demon." Alexander smiled bitterly. The enemy's compatibility was too bad, and his chances of winning suddenly dropped.