What the hell?!
For a moment, the Masters watching the situation on the battlefield were all stunned, the same three words popping into their minds. What? We're not hiding True Names in this Holy Grail War anymore? Why is every Heroic Spirit who shows up announcing their name first? Is this a True Name War? Is every single Heroic Spirit this confident?
Kenneth, in the shadows, directly raised an eyebrow. This seemed a bit different from the information he had gathered about the Holy Grail War. The Holy Grail War was supposed to be held in secret, so how did it feel like so many Heroic Spirits were popping up all at once, making it impossible to be private? And the Heroic Spirits were supposed to hide their True Names, as it related to their weaknesses. But it seemed the Heroic Spirits in this Holy Grail War didn't care at all if their weaknesses were exposed. Should one say these Heroic Spirits were open and honorable, or should one say they were simple-minded?
"Lay down your arms! You shall not act impudently before a king!"
The red-bearded uncle, that is, the King of Conquerors, opened his arms, his face full of confidence and heroism. "O warriors, I am the King of Conquerors. I hereby temporarily halt your battle and ask a question: is there any among you who would join my banner?"
The three people present instantly looked at this King of Conquerors with the expression one would give an idiot. Since this Heroic Spirit had inserted himself into their battle at such a key moment and so quickly, it meant he must have been watching for a long time. From their battle and their conversation, couldn't this King of Conquerors tell that they knew each other? Even if they didn't, they had at least heard of each other's names and were from the same era. Was the style of their armor not similar enough?
Merlin was the first to wave his hand. "What a joke. I am King Arthur. How could I submit to another king?"
Balin glanced at the white-haired, extremely handsome man before him and raised an eyebrow slightly. He had seen King Arthur before. Didn't King Arthur have golden hair? But Balin didn't plan on exposing him right now. To be able to meet so many heroic warriors from his own era in a Holy Grail War was a miracle. This meant that if there was no enmity between them, they were naturally closer. They could totally dig a pit for the heroes of other eras, and after working together to eliminate them, they could then decide who was superior among themselves.
Balin temporarily sheathed his weapon, then shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, I won't be joining anyone else's banner. After all, I'm just a lazy person. I'm a wandering knight, and I'm used to wandering. What's more, I'm also a troublemaking knight. Having me join will only bring disaster, not good luck."
Balin silently glanced at his own Luck stat, and sighed. E++. How should he put it? Although it wasn't the lowest, it wasn't very good either. Most importantly, his last few years were indeed a constant up and down between various great deeds and troubles, especially his final death fighting his own brother. This made Balin have a rather poor opinion of himself.
"Then what about you, little bro?"
The King of Conquerors turned his gaze to Aslan. Aslan, in turn, raised the golden treasured sword in his hand. "I was once chosen by the Sword of Selection, but I gave up the throne. A man who gives up a throne just to seek freedom... so, King of Conquerors, do you think I would serve under another?"
Aslan's lips curled into a smile, and he looked at the king before him with great interest. "If I were to join you, I might just lead a number of your soldiers in a rebellion. It's also possible that you wouldn't be able to handle me and the dragon by my side."
A hint of regret appeared in the King of Conquerors' eyes, and he then gently shook his head. "It seems the negotiations have failed. I never thought I would be so unattractive to you all."
Sitting on the chariot, behind the King of Conquerors, Waver, who was using the king's cloak to hide himself, couldn't help but have his mouth twitch. His Heroic Spirit definitely had a few screws loose.
"But you have to try everything! Fuahahaha!"
The King of Conquerors spread his arms wide, his voice echoing from the battlefield throughout the entire port. "I believe I am not the only hero drawn by the clash of these two warriors' blades! Since you are already here, then come out openly! Don't be rats hiding in the shadows! That will only make me look down on you!"
This was a provocation, an open and blatant provocation!
Even so, Artoria had no intention of revealing herself. The King of Conquerors before her was using such an open scheme, preparing to drag everyone out from the shadows. No matter what, this King of Conquerors had already revealed his own name. For others to be exposed from the shadows would only be more advantageous for him. Don't look at this King of Conquerors as if he were a simple-minded brute. Which one who could become a king was simple? Everyone has their own choices. What's more, their current plan was indeed not convenient for Artoria to be directly exposed. At that time, they, who held two Heroic Spirits in their hands, would surely become the target of the other contestants. This was a war, not playing house, nor a friendly visit. If one were to underestimate this Holy Grail War, the result would be death!
"One mongrel after another calls themselves a king. It truly perplexes and vexes this king. Remember this: in heaven and on earth, there is only one king, and that is I!"
A golden light gradually gathered, and then a golden figure appeared on a lamppost. An arrogant golden hairstyle, a handsome face with a hint of a wild and cold smile, and those red eyes that seemed as if they could drip blood. No matter how you looked at it, the newcomer did not seem friendly, especially his words that branded everyone as a mongrel, which was even more infuriating.
In the shadows, Kariya, whose face was half-necrotic, looked at this newly appeared golden Heroic Spirit, his expression one of resentment and anger. After handing a custom-made cosplay prop to his Servant, a smile appeared on Kariya's face. Ever since he had learned of his Servant's ability, he had begun to prepare various weapon models. Anyway, they would all be elevated to the rank of Noble Phantasm, right?
"Go! Berserker! Give that golden bastard a good beating for me!!"
And so, a black Berserker with a huge box on his back charged directly out of the darkness. He reached back, and a huge axe model appeared in the Berserker's hand. Then, black-red patterns spread upwards, and the originally prop axe instantly gained the strength of a Noble Phantasm.
"Get lost, Tokiomi's Servant! If you want to blame someone, go blame Tokiomi!"