Chapter 621: The Great Western Realm Changed into the Great Western Kingdom

The boundless desert plain, the King of Conquerors stood upon the chariot drawn by divine bulls, behind him his soldiers — silent and elite, whether now or in the past, who had always chosen to follow him.

"Mass teleportation?"

Broly looked with some surprise at the drastically changed scenery around him, and asked subconsciously.

"Not teleportation, this is a Reality Marble, it should be a Noble Phantasm formed from the opponent's mental landscape, but it truly is surprising, that he actually possesses even this kind of Noble Phantasm?"

Medea explained to Broly, she was equally surprised.

That vast Heroic Spirit legion opposite, even if they are all Heroic Spirits not carrying Noble Phantasms, just by numbers alone they could pile up and crush her to death.

Unless she were given the Golden Fleece that can summon a dragon, and also given a position that could provide sufficient Magic Power, to continuously summon giant dragons, only then could she possibly contend with Iskandar who had summoned an entire Heroic Spirit army.

"Hahaha, of course I have it, but this is not a Noble Phantasm formed from my mental landscape alone, but rather a Noble Phantasm formed together with the countless soldiers who have followed me, who were willing to trust me — Ionioi Hetairoi, it is precisely the proof of the bond between me and my soldiers!"

Medea glanced secretly at Broly, her Master had said the opponent was very formidable, that even the Counter Force would react to him, but after all she had never seen him with her own eyes, the Witch of Betrayal couldn't help but feel some curiosity.

But she didn't say anything, merely turned her head to look at the other side, at Hercules who had rushed into the room and been brought into this Reality Marble along with them when Ionioi Hetairoi deployed, and asked: "Do you have a way to defeat a King of Conquerors like this?"

Hercules looked at her first, then looked at the King of Conquerors over there, then nodded and answered: "Possible, as long as I take his head amidst the ten thousand armies."

And for him, doing this kind of thing was not difficult at all, he didn't even need to charge the formation, he just needed to bring out his Noble Phantasm Nine Lives and throw it at Iskandar as a projectile.

Ordinary shields, the bodies of Heroic Spirit soldiers, are unable to block this strike that can even eliminate the Hydra.

It's just that his surname isn't Guan, otherwise, perhaps there would come a line: "A fellow who sells his head for fame."

"If you don't want to fight him, I can help do it for you."

Archer Uncle B looked at Broly, although he knew the boy should be formidable, the opponent's childlike appearance still made him feel that the matter of combat should be handled by him.

"No, no need, an opponent that can be solved simply, I indeed have no interest, but if it's a sufficient quantity of opponents, then I don't mind doing some post-meal exercise, and incidentally practicing the Qi-Blocking Fist that I haven't practiced in a long time."

Broly waved his hand in refusal, if it's just the King of Conquerors alone, then indeed he has no interest, but if it's the vast Heroic Spirit legion before his eyes, then he does have interest in practicing the Qi-Blocking Fist, this kind of technique-based martial art.

"Broly-oniichan, do your best~"

Little Sakura cheered for him.

"Wait, Broly, you wouldn't be planning to fire that kind of Energy Bullet here, right? The kind that could destroy an entire area if it falls?"

Rin Tohsaka asked hurriedly, this Reality Marble thing, if accidentally shattered by her family's boy, the Energy Bullet's aftershocks rushing out might just raze the Emiya Old Residence.

"No, this is just practicing fist techniques, not a life-and-death battle, I have no need to take those people's lives."

Broly hurriedly shook his head, all Energy Bullet moves, he had no intention of using any.

"Ah, then you plan to fight barehanded? Why not have that bearded guy over there give you a sword."

Fujimura Taiga knew the boy would have very formidable swordsmanship, she felt Iskandar should at least give Broly a set of weapons.

"Ah, Fujimura-nee, if I take a sword, wouldn't that be too difficult?"

Even Broly felt that taking a sword to spar, not affecting the lives of that number of opponents on the other side, was a bit difficult, after all, if he's not careful and his hand slips, he'd probably chop some people to death.

"Ah?!"

Fujimura Taiga had complaints but didn't know how to voice them, she always felt what Broly said, and what she thought, were matters existing in two different dimensions.

"Alright, since you feel not taking a weapon is simpler..."

Broly moved his body slightly, then asked toward the distant Iskandar: "I'm ready, are you guys ready?"

"Long since ready, come!"

The King of Conquerors replied loudly.

"Then, I'll begin."

Broly ran forward a distance at a normal person's speed, and when he felt the distance from his wives behind him had been pulled enough, he suddenly accelerated like an arrow shot rapidly, charging toward the opposing army, but not fast enough to make them unable to react, rather controlling it within a range that wasn't too bullying.

"Loose arrows~"

A rain of arrows filling the sky soon fell upon the yellow sand area where Broly was, although he could directly ignore them, Broly still kicked up sand with one foot, deflecting most of the arrows, showing respect for that side's army's attack.

"Phalanx!"

Seeing arrows were useless, the King of Conquerors quickly issued a new order, the standing soldiers rapidly advanced, holding round shields and spears over a dozen feet long, forming a Macedonian phalanx, waiting for the Saiyan's charge.

Although the opponent was just one person, not a single Heroic Spirit soldier would underestimate him, an opponent valued by their own King.

"Bang~"

Upon reaching the front of the phalanx, Broly directly jumped, his petite figure soaring high over the outer perimeter defense line and falling into the interior of the legion.

Before the light infantry beside him could react and thrust their short spears, a precise Qi-Blocking Fist from Broly struck the forehead of one.

And with his head's Qi cut off, the light infantry didn't even let out a grunt, directly collapsing and losing consciousness.

"Disperse, cavalry prepare to charge and intercept!"

While Broly's figure moved like a ghost, rampaging unmatched among the infantry, the King of Conquerors also immediately commanded his legion to respond.

The outer infantry rapidly dispersed, the cavalry then charged from left to right, and along with them suffering the same impact were the light infantry attempting to entangle Broly.

War has never been a game where no one dies, so sacrificing a small portion of their own people to delay the enemy, thereby buying time for others to launch a more effective attack, this is also a kind of tactical success.

However, before the cavalry had even charged over, Broly had already set his sights on them, charging toward a group of cavalry, Qi-Blocking Fist, Qi-Blocking Finger, striking out as if they cost nothing, and after passing by the charging cavalry, horses and cavalrymen lay fallen all over the ground.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Iskandar's mouth twitched.

Ten years ago, the King of Knights Artoria with one Sword of Promised Victory, breaking his legion's cavalry charge, didn't make him feel she was formidable.

But this is a true Immortal, the scene of hundreds of cavalry and horses falling asleep and collapsing on the battlefield together, is simply spectacular.

The entire battle lasted half an hour, finally ending with Iskandar actively withdrawing Ionioi Hetairoi this Reality Marble, bowing his head to acknowledge defeat and announcing the end to the Saiyan boy.

"Not fighting anymore?"

"Not fighting, not fighting, continuing to fight would just be the same result, can't win, simply can't win, you this guy, are truly absurdly strong."

If Iskandar were to use one sentence to describe Broly's strength, it would probably be: 【Stepping over ants without harming their lives】 kind of strength.

He and his army are the ants that were stepped over, and the opponent's not killing is even more terrifying than killing, this means that when fighting them, the opponent's power was always in a state of perfect control.

Only two opponents of similar strength fighting would go all out, unable to hold back, but what about a fight between an adult and a child?

Fighting Broly, Iskandar felt that he and his army, perhaps weren't even comparable to a child, or maybe just a little infant in the opponent's hands waiting to be coaxed to sleep, one punch from the opponent and they could gain the flawless sleep of an infant.

"Alright, as long as you're satisfied."

Broly was also satisfied with this unmatched mowing-down style of practice; after all, ever since creating the Qi-Sealing Fist from the Finger-Point Fist, he had never made so many sparring partners lose combat ability in a single session.

"Thanks for taking care of that King of Heroes guy ten years ago, letting me pick up a super huge bargain!"

After Iskandar finished giving his thanks, he left with Waver (Queen), who had been worrying about him the whole time.

"Can you have a bout with me too?"

It was Hercules who, after witnessing his battle, came over to ask about this sort of thing.

Naturally, Hercules' personality isn't warlike; it's just that as a fellow martial artist, the other party felt the thrill of the hunt toward a powerful opponent.

"That's no problem, fight right here right now?"

"Eh, here won't do, Hercules doesn't have a Reality Marble."

Rin Tohsaka stopped the boy and Heroic Spirit from continuing their bout, delaying this exchange of combat techniques until noon the next day, when everyone went together to the abandoned ancient castle the Einzberns own near Fuyuki City to conduct it.

Mm, bringing picnic mats and food, just like coming to Bathing Master Aqua's Camping, they sat on the castle's upper floor eating while watching the two people, one big one small, competing in pure combat arts down in the castle courtyard below.

"Your wide-open fighting style reminds me of an old acquaintance."

"Who?"

"Marta, an otherworld Oni Clan warrior you don't know, and like you, he has a wide-open, coarse-yet-fine combat style."

Broly answered while sidestepping to dodge Hercules' kick, but the statue behind him wasn't so lucky, directly shattered to pieces by this Archer-class God of Strength's single kick.

How to put it, aside from physical stats being too poor (relative to Saiyans), his battle consciousness, combat techniques, and so on rank among the forefront of those Broly has seen and crossed hands with.

One might think worlds with lower power levels can't have high combat technique, but sometimes it's exactly the opposite — in worlds with lower power levels, the people inside may instead devote themselves to honing combat arts.

Hercules' teacher was Chiron; the opponents of his Twelve Labors were mostly beasts, which fostered his rather uninhibited fighting style.

As for the bout's result, there's not much to say — Hercules couldn't touch Broly's body from start to finish; conversely, several vital points on his body were kicked by Broly.

Naturally, no force was used, merely indicating "I can hit you here," and toward the end it was Hercules who actively stopped.

"What's wrong, not continuing the bout?"

"You attacked my vital points twelve times; if it were a real life-and-death struggle, I'd probably have been killed by you twelve times — I lost."

Hercules didn't show any dejection; originally having no pursuit of the Holy Grail, he now instead had a life goal.

"If possible, I hope next time we meet, we can fight another round."

He would live in the present world, hone his martial arts, and later continue challenging this mountain of combat arts that is the boy.

"No problem."

Broly didn't refuse; with combat arts, having a rival to chase is better than having none.

Every time he goes to the Six-Faced World, he inevitably has a combat arts exchange with the Dragon God.

Now it's just that in the Type-Moon World, there's one more opponent to exchange combat arts with.

Broly stayed in the Type-Moon World for five days, then bid farewell to Little Sakura and the others, heading to Akame ga Kill's world.

The Great Western Territory has now become the Great Western Nation; a year ago the Southern Revolutionary Army overthrew the rotten Imperial regime.

"Naturally, the Imperial regime isn't completely finished, it just went into exile; Minister Honest promised the Western Kingdoms some traitorous treaties without any bottom line, turning some Western Kingdoms from supporting the Revolutionary Army into supporting the exiled Imperial regime represented by the little Emperor he holds hostage, and now they're fighting a ring match against the Revolutionary Army occupying the central region......"

Great Western Nation, Assassin Alliance Headquarters, Broly listened to Merad's description of this world's geopolitical changes over the past few years, and couldn't help asking doubtfully: "You don't plan to intervene and end this chaos?"

"We thought about it, but ultimately didn't do so."

"Eh, why?"

Broly looked at Akame in confusion.

"The reason is simple; external chaos is more beneficial to the Great Western Nation itself."

Kurome explained.

"Civilians who can't survive will keep fleeing to the stable Great Western Nation here, and nobles and wealthy merchants will also bring their accumulated wealth to our side, paying two-thirds of their wealth as the price to seek our protection......"

Main supplemented that in chaotic circumstances, a stable neutral land is like a paradise beyond the world, full of attraction for people of all classes suffering from war.

As long as the correct entry policy is set, a Great Western Nation declaring neutrality can easily obtain the greatest benefits from the chaotic situation.

And with the outside world as contrast, the Great Western Nation's people can more clearly know how precious stable life here is, and thus will cherish this peace before their eyes all the more.

Naturally, another reason is Esdeath likes chaos; the Great Western Nation's neutral stance is a thorn in the eye and a splinter in the flesh to the Western Kingdoms.

Why should the forces the Western Nations mutually support fight to the death for profit, while the Great Western Nation that does nothing gets the biggest benefits.

This resentment makes the Great Western Nation frequently suffer attacks from (not really) mysterious armed forces, and Esdeath leads armies of different city-states to counterattack everywhere, having a very happy time.

Simply put, Broly's wife group in this world has no dissatisfaction with current life, no intention of playing world savior, only wanting to hold onto the stable nation they created.

Broly has no opinion on this either; as long as his little partners in this world live well, as for how strangers he doesn't know fare, he doesn't really care.

(Chapter End)