In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

He and Scáthach killed gods, Gilgamesh became a god, and King Arthur was a descendant of dragons, a mysterious favorite. Their deeds were not only human deeds, but also contained a considerable magical element.

And what about Iskandar in front of us?

His great achievements, along with the magnificent army behind him, are the work of man, not a legacy of the divine age or a blessing from the gods, but the work of man that he himself created.

He led his army across the most chaotic central region, unifying the entire Greek territory. He then marched towards the Middle East, conquering the Egyptian Empire, then the Persian Empire, and finally his army reached Mesopotamia in India, creating such a magnificent epic.

This is a great achievement accomplished by humankind, not created by the hands of the gods, and its merits are enough to awe the gods.

And at this moment, in this mental world called the Realm of Boundaries, this great achievement reappeared before their eyes.

Now, the epic unfolds once more!

Seeing this scene, witnessing such a magnificent spectacle, and seeing the army that had once swept across the world, even he and Lancelot beside him couldn't help but feel their hearts surge with emotion.

“Arrrrrrrrr——!!”

Feeling the boundless fighting spirit emanating from this army, Lancelot couldn't help but let out an incredibly exhilarating battle cry. He was almost unable to wait to join this army and begin his own battle.

"Haha, Berserker, you can't contain your fighting spirit anymore? Very well! I can feel your determination!!"

Hearing Lancelot's loud battle cry, Iskandar, who was leading his army in a chariot of divine might, also felt the emotion he was conveying and couldn't help but laugh heartily.

He then proudly looked at Finn, who was also feeling sentimental, and began to proudly show off his Noble Phantasm, displaying the powerful Noble Phantasm that he and his companions had built together.

"See that? Finn, Lemonhead, Lancelot, and, Webber—!!"

"This is my most precious treasure, my kingly way and pursuit, and also the strongest and most prized Noble Phantasm of Iskandar, the Conqueror King—"

"—The King's Army!!"

Iskandar raised his arm, and the warriors behind him immediately raised their weapons and shouted Iskandar's name.

"Conqueror King!"

"Conqueror King!!"

"The King of Conquerors!!!"

Tens of thousands of heroic soldiers shouted in unison, those wielding spears pounding the ground with the butts of their spears, while those with swords and shields clashed them together with a thunderous clang.

Honestly, Finn couldn't help but feel a little envious watching this scene.

There was a time when he also fantasized about being able to reunite with his partners and create such a scene together.

He bit his finger, his eyes suddenly lighting up. He glanced at Iskandar before him, then surveyed the incredibly imposing army, seemingly understanding something. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Truly remarkable, King of Conquerors. As expected of the Noble Phantasm you called your trump card, are they all Heroic Spirits after all?"

At this moment, Finn had already figured out the trick to this Noble Phantasm.

The soldiers appearing in this unique barrier called the King's Army are not just ordinary people; they are all outstanding warriors from history, and some of them are even true heroes who have created their own legends.

This means that...

They are not low-purity things like phantoms or puppets, but heroic spirits just like themselves. However, unlike others, these heroic spirit soldiers did not respond to the constraints of the Wheel of Restraint. They simply heard the call from the kings of the past and returned to this battlefield where they once appeared.

The Conqueror then jumped off the chariot, tossed Kenneth and Waver, who were not particularly combat-capable, onto it, and ordered a young man with short, white hair to protect them.

"Ptolemy, I'll leave my Master and Lemon Head in your care for now. Next, I'm going to have a showdown with that Hero King!"

With that, Iskandar mounted a black horse and turned his gaze toward the King of Heroes, who was thousands of meters away, arms crossed, coldly watching them.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Upon hearing this, the white-haired youth named Ptolemy readily nodded, then leaped onto the Divine Wheel, taking Iskandar's place in wielding this glorious and powerful Noble Phantasm.

"Ptolemy...Ptolemy I?"

Kenneth and Webber were slightly taken aback when they heard the name, as they were naturally familiar with it.

After all, he was a figure whose fame was in no way inferior to Iskandar's, and he was the founder of the Ptolemaic dynasty.

And what's truly shocking goes far beyond what's currently being discussed.

After all, those who could gather around him were all talented enough to become heroic spirits.

The warriors gathered under the Conqueror King's command are all exceptional heroes, like...

Before me stood Ptolemy, and his seven legendary attendants, all renowned figures. Without exception, each of them could be summoned individually, yet they were all gathered together now.

At this moment, Kenneth had a new assessment of the Conqueror's strength.

Who knows, this rough and reckless guy might actually be the strongest being in this Holy Grail War...

With so many heroic spirits and soldiers gathered at the same time, how could he possibly lose? Even if his opponent was the most ancient hero-king, how could he possibly withstand the legendary power of humanity? How could he possibly deal with this countless army of heroic spirits?

"Haha, this is all thanks to you, Lemon Head."

After unleashing his Noble Phantasm and greeting his old friends, Iskandar didn't forget to thank Kenneth.

"Thank me?" Kenneth asked, somewhat puzzled.

"That's right, mainly because your furnace is just too useful. Originally, because of Little Master's magic power, even when I used my Noble Phantasm, I couldn't get my soldiers to use their full strength to their heart's content. Thanks to your furnace, plus the three Command Spells I just used, right now, my soldiers and I feel better than ever before! In other words, we can now fight with all our might!!"

Having said that, Iskandar withdrew his gaze and looked once more at the Golden King on the other side of the distant desert, who showed no fear even in the face of a thousand armies. Rather, at this moment, he even sensed a fighting spirit emanating from Gilgamesh...

That's great, that's really great.

It seems the opponent truly deserves to be called a king. Even when facing his own army, he remains calm and composed, able to laugh off victory or defeat. That is the mark of a king!

Sensing the powerful magic that Gilgamesh deliberately amplified in the face of his army, Iskandar raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with unparalleled fighting spirit.

Meanwhile, Lancelot had already infiltrated the army, snatched a horse from an unknown Heroic Spirit, and then, without holding back any longer, suddenly drew his true Noble Phantasm in this final battle—the Lake Sword, the Undying Lake Light.

"Hahahaha, Berserker can't wait any longer?"

Iskandar did not blame Lancelot for stealing the horse. Instead, he laughed heartily twice, then looked at Finn, the only one still standing on the ground, and asked with a smile.

"Lancer, you didn't bring your mount, did you?"

"It's a pity. If I were a Rider, my Netherworld Steed and Hound would probably appear as well. But unfortunately, my class is Lancer."

Upon hearing this, Finn shook his head, a hint of regret in his voice.

"Haha, what's so difficult about that?"

Upon hearing Finn's words, Iskandar laughed heartily, then waved his hand, and a spirited white warhorse suddenly leaped out from the army and ran in front of Finn.

"This is?"

Upon seeing the white warhorse, Finn's eyes lit up. In the Conqueror King's Noble Phantasm, even horses had become Heroic Spirits.

"Mount up, Finn. Though they are far inferior to your divine steed, these children have served me faithfully in my campaigns, and they are all excellent!"

"Thank you, I will certainly live up to your mission."

Finn nodded solemnly.

"Hahaha, now that everyone is all ready to go, then—!!"

"Let this renowned hero-king experience firsthand the unwavering resolve of us, even unto death! Let him truly appreciate the spirit of the Macedonian men!!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!!"

"Yes!!!"

After glancing back at the crowd and confirming that everything was ready, Iskandar swung his sword, drawing a dazzling bolt of lightning in mid-air, thus marking the opening ceremony of the war.

—Boom!!

A deafening clap of thunder filled the air, and dark clouds blanketed the sky above, blocking out the scorching sun.

Accompanied by bursts of divine thunder, came the bellowing of the divine ox and the neighing of warhorses.

Iskandar, positioned at the forefront, brandished his sword, pointing it at Gilgamesh, and then shouted, "Kill—!!"

"--kill!!!!"

Rumble rumble rumble.

Yellow sand rolled in, horses' hooves thundered, and a surging momentum swept in.

The unified voice was incredibly loud and majestic, like a sharp blade piercing through the clouds. Then the army pressed in, and the great power known as the Manifestation of Humanity swept across the land, causing even the highest gods to tremble.

"I'm so excited! My heart is starting to race..."

Because of the favor he received, and even more so because he didn't want to let down the warhorse beneath him, the Golden Knight Finn, wielding his divine spear, charged ahead, clearing the way for Iskandar and the Macedonian army behind him in this war.

“Arrrrrrrr…”

Hidden among the crowd, Lancelot unleashed his boundless martial prowess, showcasing his superb knightly skills, and swiftly caught up with Finn from the right, keeping pace with him.

Gold and black—two of the most elite knights from Celtic mythology transformed into two sharp blades, rushing together to the fiercest battlefield.

"Hahahaha! How exhilarating! I, the King, have arrived too!!"

"All troops, launch an attack!!"

Seeing the two men's valiant performance, Iskandar, standing beside them, was naturally not to be outdone. He brandished his longsword and commanded his army of ten thousand men to launch a charge.

"--kill!!!"

Behind the three riders came the deafening battle cries, followed by the legendary Seven Guards and tens of thousands of Macedonian phalanxes. Amidst this endless Macedonian army, Ptolemy gripped the reins tightly, his left hand clutching his spear, as he, along with Kenneth and Weber, plunged into this thrilling and magnificent expedition—

"—Aaaaaaah! That reckless idiot, why didn't you just charge in?! Why did you have to drag us along?!"

On the jolted chariot, Kenneth and Webber were so shaken by the super-high speed that they could no longer stand up. They were both so overwhelmed by the magnificent scene that their legs went weak. The swaying chariot made them unable to straighten their backs, so they could only sit on it and hug each other tightly.

"Haha, don't say that. The King's Master and this... Lemon Head? Anyway, let's all join this great expedition."

The screams of the two men reached Ptolemy's ears, which made him laugh heartily. He then accelerated the wheels of his divine chariot again, transforming into a bolt of lightning to catch up with the three riders at the front.

"..."

Gilgamesh stared at him indifferently.

Even when faced with such a magnificent and spectacular scene, the Golden King standing at the edge of the desert remained calm and composed.

Tens of thousands of Macedonian phalanxes?

Countless heroes who created great achievements?

Or is it the work of those who expand their territory?

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter to him; all of this is just a pastime for him.