Chapter 251: The King of Taking the Blame Is Online

"Tsk tsk tsk, with this level of combat losses, I wonder what kind of 'accident' the news will make up tomorrow, is it a gas leak explosion, or will a terrorist organization be held responsible?"

Turning his eyes away from the battlefields that were illuminated by white light into various outlines, Zhao Chen looked around the surrounding environment affected by the battle.

Well, it must be said that the "Three Great Families" and the Holy Church responsible for hosting the Holy Grail War are really rich and can afford this level of combat losses.

But think about it, after all, it is a place where ancient magic families and many magicians gather, and there is definitely no shortage of money.

Of course, although the current Tosaka family is also a part of it, it may be removed from this category in the future.

Who made the magic of the Tosaka family gem magic? Once it starts, it costs money like water. If it weren't for the business acumen of the successive heads of the family, I'm afraid this kind of magic would have been lost long ago.

Speaking of which, Tosaka Tokiomi, the scapegoat, seems to have no sense of existence. Could it be that he has been secretly killed by Kotomine Kirei?

Zhao Chen touched his chin and was a little curious.

Back to the point, the golden impact of the treasure and the mighty chariot of the King of Conquerors liberating his true name burst out with extremely dazzling brilliance in the night, which was brighter than the daytime and almost blinded the surrounding area.

After the brilliance faded, the scene on the battlefield was also presented to the eyes of the spectators.

The asphalt on the road no longer existed, replaced by large areas of charred black and treasures that had been poked into many deep pits by the ground.

Of course, after this impact, a very thick cloud of dust was inevitable.

However, according to the basic rule of "no injury if there is smoke", which is common to many worlds, when the dust dissipated, the King of Conquerors was naturally standing there intact.

It was a bit too much to say that it was intact. At least there were several bloodstains on the face and clothes of the King of Conquerors, and the cloak behind him was also cut with several large holes.

The chariot he was riding and the two sacred bulls had disappeared, leaving only the sword of Cyprus in his hand.

Obviously, in the collision just now, the divine chariot that the Conqueror King had always relied on as his main weapon had been completely destroyed.

"You are worthy of being a hero king who controls a huge treasure. Now, I want to plunder your treasure house even more!" The Conqueror King couldn't help but admire after scanning the various treasures on the ground around him.

Gilgamesh accepted all the praise from the Conqueror King, and then 32 treasures appeared behind him again: "Just now was just the first round. Can you take the second blow now?"

The blades of the treasures with deadly cold light were all aimed at the standing Conqueror King, as if they could take his life in the next moment.

Facing Gilgamesh's question, the Conqueror King showed a sharp smile. Beside him, a whirlwind like the one on the day of the banquet gradually blew up, and also sent an extremely agile warhorse.

Climbing onto his horse, the King of Conquerors waved his short sword and shouted loudly: "Gather, my compatriots! Tonight, our bravery will leave the strongest legend!"

The whirlwind around his body instantly turned into a hot sand wind, and as if responding to the King's call, it instantly blew away the fog on the river and rushed onto the bridge.

Based on the small area where the King of Conquerors stood, the dilapidated asphalt road was gradually replaced by the desert.

The thoughts of the heroic spirits who had gathered from the other side of time and space and shared the same dream with the King were gathering under the sword of Cyprus.

The endless sky, the hazy horizon under the summer heat. Looking at it, anyone would be fascinated by it.

The heroes' longing for the battlefield crossed time and space, eroded reality, and turned the unmanned bridge into a whirlwind-ravaged plain.

Then, the heroic spirits began to ride their horses to the stage of the decisive battle.

"Ah"

For Waver, this was the second time he witnessed the majestic and imposing appearance of the "King's Army". Although he was no longer surprised, he was even more awed after understanding the meaning of the ultimate treasure as the embodiment of Iskandar's kingly way.

"The enemy is the heroic king who is invincible - I have no complaints as an opponent! Warriors, show our dominance to the original heroic spirit!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!"

Iskandar roared, and the army on the scene cheered loudly.

On the other side, Gilgamesh, who was pulled into the inherent barrier, had no fear on his face when facing this vast army, and even reached out to brush off a few grains of dust that blew onto his shoulders.

This calm and upright demeanor can't help but give people an illusion that he is not facing an invincible army, but a ball of air.

The golden figure was like a steep peak, and the pressure reflected the uniqueness of being a demigod.

"Come on, Lord of the Overlords. Now I will show you what a true king is." Gilgamesh looked at the army of Heroic Spirits and shouted fearlessly.

On the other side of him, the Heroic Spirits, led by the King of Conquerors and his beloved horse, the Heroic Spirit Bucephalus, rushed forward in a wedge formation.

The King of Conquerors, who was leading the way, roared, and the cavalry responded one after another. Even Waver shouted weakly and joined the roaring chorus.

"AAAALaLaLaLaie!!"

Looking at the battle scene in the field, Zhao Chen glanced at Mordred who seemed to be lost in memories, and reminded him: "You should pay attention to the Hero King later, his treasure is not easy for you to deal with!"

"I know that being able to descend as an [Archer] is enough to show that the other party has a powerful treasure that can determine the victory!" Mordred nodded, shifting his attention from the Conqueror King's troops to Jin Shanshan.

There was a burst of flying sand and rocks, and the "King's Army" rushed over with a shocking momentum.

Despite the enemy, the Hero King Gilgamesh was still fearless.

The bright red eyes looking directly at this spectacular scene were full of joy. This is an extraordinary feeling that only a king who enjoys all the glory in the world can understand.

In fact, Jin Shanshan is in a very good mood now, or his heart is full of joy.

Summoned to this time and space, but just repeating this farce called war every day. He has long been tired of him, and finally met the "opponent" he recognizes.

That [Rider] No, the challenge of that conqueror king is worth his all.

At this moment, Gilgamesh's face suddenly froze, as if he had encountered something that shocked him.

The next moment, Gilgamesh roared angrily to the sky: "You bastard, you dare to interfere in the supreme battle between kings, Tohsaka Tokiomi, do you really want to die!"

Tohsaka House, the famous scapegoat Tohsaka Tokiomi who has been offline all the time and even got his name from other people, is trying to recall Gilgamesh through the Command Spell.