A death match.
A true death match.
The Army of the King fought fiercely, with several or even dozens of soldiers dying every second.
First, it was the foot soldiers, then the lower-ranking officers, and gradually, even the high-ranking generals were reduced to spirit particles and vanished.
The Knights of the Round Table faced the same fate.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
The first to fall was Mordred, who had charged the fiercest and killed the most.
She wasn't killed by an enemy but dissipated from sheer exhaustion.
For the sake of the King she loved the most, the father she adored, she poured all her strength, all her magical energy, and all her emotions into the battle. In the end, she burned her entire spiritual foundation just to kill a few more enemies.
The results of her sacrifice were immense. This rebellious knight, ranked lowest among the Knights, charged into enemy formations more than seventy times, felled four enemy banners, and killed over twenty enemy commanders. The total number of enemies she killed—whether by sword, trampling, punching, kicking, or even biting—exceeded two thousand. Her madness terrified even the most battle-hardened veterans.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Her death felt like the beginning of something—a catalyst. In the ensuing moments, more and more heroes whose names would be etched in history lost their lives.
Agravain died. As an advisor and mediator, he knew his combat strength was lacking, so he fought by trading his life for victory, exchanging his injuries for damage to his enemy. Even if he couldn't kill them, he would at least ease the pressure on his comrades.
He succeeded. At the cost of his life, he severed one of Hephaestion's arms, creating a final opportunity for Kay.
Of course, in terms of resolve, Hephaestion was no less determined. As the longest-serving and closest friend of the Conqueror King, even after losing an arm and the upper hand, he still inflicted significant injuries on Kay before looking back at Iskandar one last time and dying with a smile.
Tristan died, pierced by a barrage of spears.
It wasn't that he could not fight in close combat, but he didn't have time to retaliate.
This immensely popular knight's swordsmanship was nearly on par with his archery. If he had drawn his sword, he could have lasted much longer. However, to protect his comrades, he abandoned his sword entirely, pushing the demonic bow's abilities to their limits.
Whether it was intercepting airborne javelins and arrows, laying traps on the ground to cripple cavalry, or sniping enemy commanders, he made life hell for the enemy. In the end, it took a desperate charge by Dmitri, Parmeno, and other powerful warriors to finally bring him down.
As he died, the six strings of the demonic bow all snapped, creating a vacuum storm that shredded everything nearby.
After his death, Balamid and Percival, who had fought alongside him, also met their second deaths. However, their sacrifices weren't in vain, as they managed to bring down three of the Seven Companions—Leonatus, Perdiccas, and Simachus—along with them.
Death! Death! Death!
More and more people fell.
Gaheris died, protecting Gawain's back.
Gawain also died, sacrificing himself to destroy the priestly order and Aristotle, who, despite appearing scholarly, was more dangerous than any general.
The war god Antigonus died, ensuring the survival of more troops.
King Porus of the Maharajas also perished, fulfilling Antigonus' final command.
Bedivere and Eumenes both fell, their swords simultaneously piercing each other's vitals, dying without a trace of regret.
Lancelot shielded Gareth from a fatal arrow with his body, dying with a smile—"Last time, you died because of me. This time, I die protecting you."
The tearful female knight didn't last much longer either, giving her life just like the man she admired. The most beautiful hands of the Round Table, known as the Fair Hands, were shattered before her death—she had used them to protect the child of that man: Galahad. Despite being known as the Invincible Ideal Shield, it could only defend from one direction, leaving Galahad vulnerable to attacks from behind.
Unfortunately, Galahad didn't last much longer either. After throwing his final Camelot, the boyish knight collapsed, gazing up at the sky.
Even at the end, the young knight's eyes remained clear, just like the blue sky above him. He had no attachment to life, no fear of death, and no desire for the Holy Grail, for he had already obtained it. If not for his loyalty to the King, he might not have even answered the summons.
Not far from him lay the corpses of Seleucus and Lysimachus. These two pioneers of empires, whose brains were nearly beaten out after Iskandar's death, had put aside their lifelong enmity and fought side by side until the end of their lives.
They weren't the only ones.
Ptolemy, Perdiccas, Antipater, Craterus… All the participants of the Successor Wars let go of their past grievances, fighting wholeheartedly for their shared King, Alexander the Great, the Conqueror King Iskandar!
By the end, the vast battlefield, once filled with a massive army, had dwindled to just over a thousand men.
Even so, the Reality Marble had not collapsed.
This was the miracle summoned by Waver. Even though the time limit had long passed and the numbers had dwindled, the King's followers would not disperse.
At this moment, all the renowned generals and ministers from the army had fallen. Only Iskandar, the shadow warrior, and the last remnants gathered by Waver remained.
Artoria's side was also reduced to a mere handful. Besides Artoria herself, only the unfathomable great sage Merlin and the first knight, Kay, were left—Kay had not survived out of fear but because Gray, the little girl he had watched grow up, had blocked his way.
"Little fool, Gray, you're no match for me."
With ease, Kay swung his sword, using his finely honed skills to send the girl flying. The warrior continued his charge.
However, the stubborn girl got up again and returned, over and over.
"I know. But even so, I won't let you pass. You said I should decide for myself, and this is my decision!"
"Oh? So, even the weak, indecisive little fool has a look like this now. It seems I have nothing to worry about, even if I'm not around anymore."
"Argh—!"
Gray panicked for a moment and was knocked away by Kay's sword again.
"Idiot, this is a battlefield. Losing focus is the same as courting death! Aren't you trying to stop me? Is this all you've got?"
"Raaahhhh!"
Gray, getting up from the ground, unleashed all her magical energy. At this moment, she recreated Artoria's physical body from her lifetime, with the dragon factor enhancing her far beyond normal humans. For the first time, she managed to overpower the mighty Knight of the Round Table.
"Very well, then I'll go all out too—can you withstand it?"
Covered in blood but still radiating dignity, the knight raised his sword, summoning a tidal wave of sword energy.
"I will stop you!"
Gray lifted her axe-spear high, her expression and demeanor identical to that of Artoria in the heart of the battlefield.