Decisive Battle, Rider and Knights

Army of the King.

Rider's ultimate trump card, a powerful Reality Marble forged from the collective wishes of tens of thousands of soldiers.

Its Noble Phantasm rank is EX, a special evaluation that can sometimes be stronger than the highest rank A, and other times comparable to the lowest rank E, filled with uncertainty.

At this moment, this battlefield and army, materialized from a landscape of the mind, undeniably showcased the immense power of this Noble Phantasm.

Rider stood at the very front of the army, facing tens of thousands of soldiers, raising the blade in his hand high, and shouting loudly, "My most esteemed compatriots!"

His voice was like a great bell, resounding across the entire plain.

The response was an even vaster wave of sound—

"ROAR!!!"

The passionate cheers of tens of thousands of people created layers of sound waves, making the very ground tremble. Waver, standing on his chariot, couldn't help but join in the excited roar.

Rider laughed heartily, then sharply swung his blade. The army of tens of thousands instantly fell silent.

He turned around with great enthusiasm, pointed at a small black dot several kilometers away, and shouted, "Compatriots, our enemy is the chief knight of the Knights of the Round Table, a warrior with the might to face ten thousand men!"

"ROAR!!!"

Tens of thousands of spears were raised simultaneously, as if proclaiming that their army was not to be underestimated either.

Rider burst into laughter, "Indeed, my most esteemed compatriots! Today, let us fight side by side once more and show the world the mightiest power of our empire!!!"

"ROAR!!!!"

The most magnificent roar erupted, shaking loose sand into the air.

Amidst the howling wind, Rider flicked the reins, and the chariot slowly moved forward.

The massive army behind him moved swiftly, quickly surpassing him, forming the most outstanding and dazzling Macedonian phalanx ahead.

"Compatriots, follow your King and slay the enemy!!!"

The ground shook violently as the tens of thousands of soldiers charged out instantly, warhorses neighing, cavalry in front, infantry following closely behind.

As the saying goes, when ten thousand people gather, they cover the heavens and earth. Moreover, this army of tens of thousands, when viewed from afar, was a vast expanse of darkness, like storm clouds before a downpour, carrying an aura that threatened to engulf the enemy completely.

Faced with such an army, anyone would feel fear; facing such a powerful opponent, anyone would show respect.

An army is a violent and powerful existence.

However, Shiki, high in the sky, watched this army with great calmness.

Undeniably, Rider's Noble Phantasm was indeed powerful, possessing great deterrence against any enemy, even against Lancelot, who possessed the might to face ten thousand men. After all, quantity could sometimes crush quality.

At this moment, the battlefield below finally engaged in close combat.

The Black Knight directly clashed with nearly ten thousand cavalry.

His Demon Sword slashed through, instantly bisecting the first enemies to charge.

But before he could strike the second enemy, the spears of the cavalry beside him had already arrived.

The Black Knight dodged, but more spears came at him.

These attacks posed little threat to the Black Knight, but if he didn't want to be cornered, he had no choice but to retreat. After creating distance, more cavalry surrounded him from the sides; here, numbers had become the greatest advantage.

Fierce magical power rapidly gathered on the Demon Sword, and the Black Knight unleashed his Noble Phantasm without incantation.

"BOOM!!!"

Sand on the ground was flung high into the air, and dozens of cavalry were cut in half within the range of the Demon Sword's slash.

But this loss was negligible compared to nearly ten thousand cavalry.

After clearing an area, the Black Knight didn't dare to linger and immediately flashed away. Immediately after, the spot where he had just been was pierced like a hedgehog by hundreds of javelins.

At this moment, the Black Knight's mind was as calm as Shiki's.

These cavalry, in terms of strength, endurance, and other parameters, were of extremely low intensity, belonging to the lowest rank.

However, their sheer numbers still posed a threat to the Black Knight.

This was very different from the Noble Phantasms projected by Archer. Archer's Noble Phantasms were mostly linear attacks, relatively easy to dodge. These cavalry, on the other hand, not only possessed intelligence but also combat skills, making it more difficult for the Black Knight to dodge.

The Black Knight showed no fear, swinging his Demon Sword with all his might, felling enemy after enemy before him.

His immense Strength, Agility, and Endurance gave him the power to break through the cavalry's defensive lines. Inevitably, his movement speed was hampered.

Fighting an army was far more troublesome than fighting a single powerful enemy.

"BOOM!!!!"

The Black Knight unleashed his Noble Phantasm for the second time without incantation, clearing an area of cavalry. This was already his two hundred and thirty-third kill.

But he knew in his heart: "It's still far from enough!"

Over two hundred people were merely a drop in the ocean compared to a fifty-thousand-strong army.

The battle continued for a long time, and the Black Knight had already consumed nearly a tenth of his magical energy.

Although he maintained his existence with the Master's magical energy, and his magical energy was rapidly recovering with the support of the Saintess, he also realized that if he faced such an army alone, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

To fight Rider without a powerful anti-army Noble Phantasm was simply seeking death.

He could suppress Archer and defeat strong enemies like Lancelot, but that didn't mean he could easily win against an army. The difference in combat compatibility was starkly evident here.

While the army's movement speed was inferior to the Black Knight's, the cavalry's delaying tactics still allowed the Black Knight to engage the infantry.

With a "boom," shields were no match for the Black Knight's Demon Sword, and spears were easily severed. The infantry was cut down by the Demon Sword.

However, more infantry swarmed forward like madmen, as if intending to drag the Black Knight to his death, completely disregarding their own safety.

Within the dense mass of infantry, the Black Knight unleashed his Noble Phantasm again without incantation. This time, the destructive power was far greater than against the cavalry, with no less than a hundred infantry vanishing in this single strike.

Just as the Black Knight was about to pursue further, a chariot attacked from the side.

Rider stood atop the chariot, wielding a sharp blade and unleashing the power of his Noble Phantasm, stirring up waves of lightning.

"Lancelot!!!"

A roar, accompanied by electricity, tore across the desert, striking the Black Knight directly and sending him flying into the distance.

Rider roared, driving the Divine Bull Chariot in pursuit of the Black Knight. The power of this chariot Noble Phantasm was far greater than the army's weapons.

"Aralalala!!!"

Hundreds of javelins attacked the Black Knight, who had just gotten back up, along with Rider.

Facing such a wide-ranging, devastating attack, the Black Knight swung his Demon Sword, once again unleashing his Noble Phantasm without incantation. He blew away all the weapons, but failed to harm Rider on the chariot; the distance was still too great.

The army wasn't foolish. After one round of javelins proved ineffective, they immediately launched another.

As long as they could make the Black Knight expend more mana, they were willing to die to the last man.

This was the embodiment of numerical superiority. Even the bravest warrior, capable of facing ten thousand soldiers, was ultimately a rarity, and the Black Knight did not fall into that category.

Perhaps, in my current state, if I could transform into the Saber class, with the power to use my Noble Phantasm an infinite number of times, I might be able to deal with Rider.

Lancelot was filled with regret. The limitations of the Berserker class were simply too great.

However, I can still hold on. My priority now is to reduce the army's numbers for Master as much as possible!!!

The Black Knight once again straightened his chest and charged into the tens of thousands of troops without hesitation.

"Lancelot!!!"

The chariot and the Black Knight collided heavily.

"Boom!!!!"

Dust billowed high into the sky. The battle was still ongoing, far from over.