"Even without the bonuses of classes and their corresponding skills, every person in this legion is a genuine Heroic Spirit... Even in the Age of Gods, I never witnessed such a suffocating war."
Looking at the sight before her, Medea felt somewhat shaken. To the present Medea, the memories she had received from her future self were rather like flowers in a mirror or the moon reflected in water.
But even throughout those adventures and challenges, they had never encountered a spectacle this grand.
This was, without a doubt, a war.
Among the Ionioi Hetairoi behind the King of Conquerors, there was no shortage of heroes stronger than the king himself. With the support of Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasms, this army's fighting strength had undergone a qualitative transformation.
Even the original Enkidu could no longer sweep this army aside simply by releasing his Noble Phantasm as he once had.
"Are you afraid?"
"I'm only worried about Master."
Medea stuck out her tongue slightly, tilted her head, and smiled. Faced with this army whose momentum soared to the heavens, she still stood quietly behind Roland, the best proof of her trust in him.
"That can't be helped..."
Saber let out a soft breath as well and raised the Sacred Sword in her hand.
"After all, this army could now be called invincible."
"Really? Then there's even less reason to worry." Roland's mouth slowly spread into a grin as he walked past Saber, who stood in front of him, and approached the peerless legion alone.
"As far as I know, anything described as invincible usually doesn't end well."
The response to Roland was an earthshaking roar. Behind the King of Conquerors, who led the charge, came an utterly fearless army.
"AAAAlalalalala-!!!"
Standing in the King of Conquerors' chariot, Waver joined the thunderous chorus.