The Star of Creation That Split Heaven and Earth

Yellow sand eroded the landscape, replacing the scenery of reality and the mind. The blazing sun took the place of the crescent moon, and all that met the eye was an endless sea of desert, the distant horizon rippling and warping in the heat.

Rider rode the Divine Chariot with Waver. Against the backdrop of yellow sand filling the sky, his already towering frame appeared even more burly and majestic.

Clad in magnificent golden armor, Archer faced Rider from afar. Like a king praising his subject, he said approvingly, "You have truly surprised me. I never thought a crude brute like you could actually deploy a Reality Marble!"

"To call a king who conquered the world a brute—King of Babylon, you are far too arrogant." Rider laughed heartily, yet his voice unexpectedly carried the imposing aura of a supreme ruler.

"Hehe, of course I am arrogant, for that is a king's privilege." Archer imperiously commanded, "Rider, enough nonsense. Summon your army already. Though the scenery here is beautiful, I have no interest in appreciating it."

Assassin had already brought back intelligence on Ionioi Hetairoi, so Archer knew that his opponent possessed an army of tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits. Since he was here, he did not mind taking a look.

"Hahaha, King of Babylon, watch closely!"

Rider raised both hands and shouted proudly, "Come, my peerless army!"

A wondrous sight like a mirage unfolded behind Rider. Rank upon rank of neatly equipped soldiers spread out, marching in perfect unison as they stepped out of illusion one stride at a time.

Ionioi Hetairoi!

Even though their bodies had perished, their heroic souls still answered Rider's summons. Though countless years had passed, they had not faded in the slightest. The bond between king and subjects had ascended into eternity. So long