Dense light bullets rained down upon the King's Army. Under the overwhelming barrage, the army quickly fell into disarray and was crushed.
The King, however, laughed heartily at the sight. There was no fear or anger in his expression—only boundless heroism.
He grabbed his Master, Waver, and said, "Rember the valor and deeds of the Conqueror King. Pass them down forever, my Master."
Waver's voice trembled. "Why do you sound like you're saying goodbye? This... it sounds like a farewell speech."
The Conqueror King gazed at the figure glowing in the sky. "I must seek justice for my soldiers. I will challenge that man."
"You're kidding, right? There's no way you can beat him!" Waver said, visibly shaken.
The King's voice was firm. "Even if I can't, I will not run. A Conqueror never flees from battle."
"My Master, use your Command Spells. This is the last charge of the Conqueror King."
Waver's expression turned solemn. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
"Conqueror King, don't lose!"
"You are the strongest!"
"You must claim victory for us!"
Without hesitation, Waver used all three of his Command Seals.
With the activation of the Command Spells, the Conqueror King charged into the sky, his chariot tearing through the heavens with unwavering conviction.
Zenkichi stopped the bombardnt and looked at the charging figure.
"You still want to charge ? Why go that far?"
He gave a half-smile. "Beco my son, Conqueror. I'll spare your life and restore your human form."
The Conqueror King laughed boldly. "A true king never surrenders. Don't be delusional."
Zenkichi shook his head. "Is that so? What a pity."
He summoned Whitebeard's naginata, the entire blade enveloped in Armant Haki.
"Since you want to go out with pride, I'll grant you an honorable death. One-on-one."
Zenkichi shot down from the sky like a cot.
The mont passed in a flash. The naginata shimred in his hand and cut cleanly through the air.
The Conqueror King was struck down in one blow. His body dissolved into particles of light and returned to the Throne of Heroes.
"He's dead?"
Both the Lancer and King Arthur were shaken. The Conqueror, a warrior whose strength rivaled their own, had been dispatched so effortlessly.
Hassan's expression eased. He had the worst matchup against the Conqueror King, who overwheld with numbers.
"Now that the Conqueror is gone, the rest are easier to deal with," he muttered.
Zenkichi slowly turned his gaze to the remaining combatants, expression calm and unreadable.
"The Conqueror is gone. Who's next?"
With the fall of the Conqueror, his territory—the Reality Marble—began to fade.
"You're strong enough to be my opponent. Let's finish this," said the King of Heroes, stepping forward with imnse presence.
Zenkichi looked at him indifferently as golden light gathered once more.
The King of Heroes scoffed and summoned his treasure—the golden vessel resembling a divine craft—and leapt atop it.
Behind him, the Gate of Babylon shimred, and a barrage of Noble Phantasms erupted forth once again.
Zenkichi didn't flinch.
"You already tried this. It doesn't work."
A glowing halo ford around his fist as he punched forward. The air shattered like glass, and the mirror-like shockwave blocked the torrent of incoming weapons.
The King of Heroes raised the golden key and turned it. Red circuit lines surged across the sky, exuding overwhelming magical energy.
It was the key to the Gate of Babylon.
Still unfazed, Zenkichi narrowed his eyes.
"The star that split heaven and earth…"
The King of Heroes' strongest weapon—the Sword of Rupture, Ea—erged. A blade said to rend the world itself.
The laws of the world warped around it. Even the fabric of reality seed to tremble in response.
Zenkichi calmly drew his Zanpakutō.
"Trying your strongest move? Let's see if it lives up to the legend."
Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water.
He prepared to clash with the otherworldly blade.
Suddenly, magical energy surged uncontrollably from the King of Heroes.
"Tokiomi!" he roared, rage twisting his face.
"You dare interrupt mid-battle?"
His voice echoed violently in Tohsaka Tokiomi's mind.
Tokiomi sighed bitterly. Despite summoning one of the strongest heroic spirits, he had also summoned the most arrogant and uncontrollable one.
While most Heroic Spirits respected their Masters, the King of Heroes treated his as a re servant.
Still, Tokiomi had chosen him—and even now, he didn't regret it. He had summoned a true king.
"King, this isn't the ti to fight him," Tokiomi pleaded. "If you both go down, soone else will just pick up the prize. We should regroup."
But the King of Heroes sneered.
"Minister, your words cannot sway the will of a king."
"This human will not withstand my blade."
"No one here can."
The King's arrogance radiated as he prepared to unleash Ea, but—
Tokiomi activated his Command Spell, forcibly recalling his Heroic Spirit.
"I loathe this!"
The King of Heroes was furious, but bound by the Command Spell, he vanished in a flash of golden light.
"King Arthur, return as well!" ordered Emiya Kiritsugu.
Without hesitation, King Arthur was summoned back to her Master's side.
Hassan, the Assassin-class Servant, also vanished in response to a recall by his Master.
The Lancer vanished next.
Only the Conqueror King had truly fallen.
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