"The guy crawling out of the grave?"

The man standing on the chariot laughed loudly, without even an angry expression on his face. He was just laughing, laughing wildly. His voice was so loud that it almost shook the night and the sky.

"Are you talking about him?"

Rider raised the dagger in his hand, and a soldier holding a spear and a round shield appeared next to Rider.

"Or him?"

Before Rider finished speaking, 14947/'>a second man also appeared beside Rider. Different from the soldier holding a spear just now, this time it was a man holding a sword.

"Or...them?"

The rider laughed loudly.

coax!

The ground shook violently.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground began to tremble rhythmically, and slowly, Liu Mengchao noticed that the area beneath him began to transform into an endless expanse of sand.

And at the end of the horizon, there is a black line, like a tide, rushing towards me unstoppably. The tide is so vast and unstoppable.

Slowly, Liu Mengchao finally saw clearly the true face of Chao Shui.

Soldiers, soldiers with no head in sight.

The spears are like a forest, and the shouts are like thunder.

Liu Mengchao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the army that appeared in front of him. This should be the King of Macedonia, the Macedonian phalanx that continues to march all over the world, right?

Each spear was five or six meters long, and it was impossible for one person to carry it. But when such a forest-like forest of spears appeared in front of him, Liu Mengchao still felt the shock in his heart.

Even with the Noble Phantasm against the City, it is impossible to destroy the legion in front of you, right?

Liu Mengchao laughed to himself.

But the army was not over yet. Suddenly, the sound of horses hooted in the distance, followed immediately by the sound of horse hooves like thunder. On both sides of the spear phalanx, there were cavalrymen whose edges could not be seen clearly.

, and stood on the two wings.

At this moment, a black horse galloped out of the battle formation happily and excitedly, and stopped in front of the rider.

"Even the chariot God built for me is not as kind as my own horse."

The rider laughed and got off the chariot, turned over and mounted his horse.

Game Frese.

"What the world's history books say about me is not worth considering at all. You said that we are all old guys crawling out of the grave, and this is indeed true."

The rider shook the reins with both hands and led the horse under his crotch to gallop in front of his phalanx. He held the dagger in his hand high, and wherever he went, the spear was raised high.

Looking from the direction of Liu Mengchao, the spear suddenly turned into a huge wave, undulating and roaring as the rider advanced.

Liu Mengchao neither stepped forward to attack nor took out the two guns in his arms. He even placed the long sword in front of him.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Rider's horse finally galloped back to the starting point.

The war horse instantly stood up, followed by the rider's heroic laughter.

"But, so what! We have to win the Holy Grail, get the body, and then continue..."

The dagger was raised suddenly, and for a moment there was no sound on the battlefield.

"Conquer the world!"

"Conquer the world! Conquer the world! Conquer the world!"

"That's right. My army! My compatriots! My subjects!"

The rider reined in his horse, faced his army, and shouted loudly.

"This is our first battle. The man in front of us is indeed outstanding in his intrigues, and his combat power is equally dazzling. Now, this man is the first hurdle standing in the way of our conquest of the world."

The rider turned around suddenly and looked at Liu Mengchao, pointing his dagger forward.

"This man is worthy of our fight. With his blood, we can open the way for us to conquer the world."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The phalanx has moved!

The ground began to tremble.

The cavalry on both wings gently pinched the horse's belly, like two black clouds, and began to drift towards the destination. As the leader, the rider stood at the front of the phalanx, shining like an eternal star.

Lead your own army towards the next victory.

"What a pity."

Liu Mengchao chuckled and shook his head.

"Liu Mengchao?"

Matou Kariya's voice was filled with anxiety.

"What a pity."

Liu Mengchao said again.

What's the pity? Matou Kariya turned his head slightly and looked at the army approaching him, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

Liu Mengchao did not speak, but shook his head gently. The Macedonian phalanx was never about a shout, and then thousands of troops launched an attack formation.

That's not an army at all, it's just a group fight with a larger number of people. The real army is just like what you see in front of you, lined up in a neat formation, maximizing the combat effectiveness of each person in the army, forgetting that you are a human being.

Reality turns itself into an irrational tool.

It's like it's right in front of you.

Like a mountain, it was slowly pressing towards the enemy. Liu Mengchao couldn't help but recall the plot in Fate Zero that he had watched. When in the last scene, the conquering king led his army to attack the archer, it was simply...

It's ridiculous and stupid enough to make you laugh out loud.

How could there be such an army?

Let out a shout and then all rush forward? Where are the two wings? Where is the front line in the middle? How could such an army nearly conquer the entire world?

It's simply impossible.

Liu Mengchao narrowed his eyes again, looked at the army slowly pressing towards him, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Soon."

The rider held the reins in his hands and calculated the distance between the army behind him and Liu Mengchao. After the battle, the war horses poured down from both wings and defeated the enemy's left wing.

"Soon."

Liu Mengchao stood up straight and held the sword of rebellion in front of him.

The reincarnator, who was thousands of miles away, also looked up at the moonlight in the sky and sighed softly.

"It's time."

Weber Velvet, who was standing next to Rider, looked at the Conquering King and his army longingly, his eyes almost shining.

"rider!"

Weber suddenly raised his head and raised his right hand high. Three complete command spells were engraved on this hand.

"In the name of the command curse, command it!"

As soon as Weber Velvet's words came out of his mouth, before he could issue his order, he fell to his knees on the ground and began to retching.

What's wrong with me?

Weber Velvet looked at the troops passing by him, and subconsciously tried to struggle to stand up, but he only felt that his head began to hurt violently. He looked down subconsciously, only to find that there were thousands of people in front of him.

Blood.

What's going on?

Weber Velvet raised his head in disbelief, staring at the advancing army from a distance, and wanted to say a word.

In just the next second, a stench came out from his lower body, followed immediately by urine, which drenched Webber Velvet's lower body.

"Webber, you are a genius, and we are willing to admit that you are the greatest magician."

In a trance, Weber Velvet seemed to hear his teacher Kenneth talking to him.

"Webber! Webber! Great magician! Genius! Genius!"

Am I a genius?

Weber Velvet opened his eyes, struggled and stretched out his hand toward the sky.

Is it because I won the Holy Grail?

"Master, you are the most powerful master!"

Is the rider talking to himself? Is he the most powerful master?
To be continued...