In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

The Masters secretly shook their heads. If they were to forcibly recall Gilgamesh using Command Seals at this moment, those Noble Phantasms would probably have to find a new target.

They all turned their gazes to that silvery figure. Now, their only remaining hope lay with King Arthur, who bore the name of the chosen one.

Saber stood at the edge of the dock area, his hand gripping the black holy sword clenching and unclenching as if hesitating about something, a hint of hesitation appearing in his pale gold eyes.

"This time, let's see how you stop me!" Gilgamesh grinned maliciously, raised his hand and waved it, and countless Noble Phantasms with a heavy epic feel poured down at a speed that surpassed sound, like a golden raging tide.

Anan watched as the Noble Phantasms rained down like a storm. This time, in addition to the increased number, the Noble Phantasms were also significantly upgraded in rank, almost all of them being B-rank or higher.

The Void Treasury in his hand was merely a projection of a Noble Phantasm created by the Throne of Heroes in imitation of the Keys of God. It was inherently weaker than the original, and the power of the simulated Keys of God was further reduced. After this round of weakening, the actual power of these simulated Keys of God was probably only in the range of C to B-, which was simply impossible to stop so many B-rank Noble Phantasms.

Gilgamesh had clearly seen through this, which is why he made such an adjustment, aiming to finish him off in one round and leave him no chance at all.

But who said he had to choose a head-on confrontation?

With a slight smile playing on his lips, Yanan snapped his thumb and middle finger together.

Snapped!

As if corresponding to the golden vortex in the sky, countless black holes emerged from above Anann's head, like bottomless abysses, swallowing all the falling treasures without leaving a trace, as if these treasures had never existed.

The silvery, frosty moon cast a cold, clear light, and the scene instantly fell into a deathly silence.

So many Noble Phantasms... and they're all gone in an instant?

A deep sense of bewilderment was evident in everyone's eyes. The scene before them was completely beyond their comprehension, making them wonder if they were dreaming.

Those were over a thousand B-rank Noble Phantasms, and they just vanished right before their eyes!

Even if you threw thousands of stones on the ground, at least you'd hear a sound, but with so many Noble Phantasms hitting the ground, there wasn't a single reaction.

This is beyond unbelievable; it's downright fantastical!

Looking at that towering, silvery figure, everyone couldn't help but have the same question: Is King Arthur really that strong?

"Saber, do you also have that ability?" Kiritsugu Emiya's voice suddenly rang in Saber's mind.

Saber's brow furrowed immediately, and she said coldly, "No."

“...Is that so? I understand.” Kiritsugu Emiya sighed almost imperceptibly, then severed his connection with Saber.

Saber: ......

Anan gazed at Gilgamesh, whose face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and chuckled, saying, "I don't really like taking other people's things, so it's better to return them to their rightful owner. Here you go, Gilgamesh, I'll return your Noble Phantasm to you now."

He snapped his fingers again, and the black holes reappeared. However, this time they did not unfold in a plane as before, but instead formed a circle around Gilgamesh.

Staring at the dark, deep cave entrances, Gilgamesh's crimson eyes suddenly narrowed to pinpoints, and he roared, "You bastard..."

Before he could finish speaking, a rapid roar drowned out his voice.

The Noble Phantasms that had been swallowed by the black hole continued to fly out again at the same speed, like a rain of pear blossoms, completely covering Gilgamesh's figure and erupting in continuous explosions before being shrouded in thick smoke.

Everyone who witnessed this scene couldn't help but swallow hard, feeling a deep sense of sympathy.

The bombing lasted for a full ten minutes before it ended. Once the smoke cleared, Gilgamesh's figure reappeared before everyone.

At this moment, the Hero King was no longer the majestic figure who seemed to have descended from heaven. His golden armor was completely shattered, his body was covered with hideous scratches, and in many places his flesh was a bloody mess, with scarlet blood flowing down continuously. His hair was charred black from the explosion, and even his right hand had been cut off. His aura was extremely weak, and his condition was extremely miserable.

"You...bastard..." He glared at Yanan through gritted teeth. The bombardment just now had completely depleted all of his defensive Noble Phantasms, but even so, he still paid a heavy price.

【Please retreat for now, Your Majesty. Your condition is very poor. If you continue fighting, your life may be in danger.】

"Shichen, are you underestimating me?!" The Hero King roared like a wild beast, his crimson snake eyes blazing with boundless fury. "I haven't lost yet! I still have trump cards up my sleeve. That guy, I will make him pay the price!"

He raised his hand again, and from the golden vortex, golden chains leaped out like dragons, wrapping around Anan.

“You can’t hide it from me, Arthur. You, like me, possess divinity.” Gilgamesh looked at Anan, a cold smile curving his lips. “Any target with divinity cannot escape the chains of heaven. However, considering you’ve challenged me head-on, I’ll grant you a swift end.”

Gilgamesh was indeed an arrogant king, domineering and self-important, and very difficult to get along with. However, if it was someone he acknowledged, he would not hesitate to express his appreciation.

Although Yanan caused him considerable trouble, he also proved his strength and that he was a true hero worthy of the title of king. Naturally, he would give such an opponent due respect.

“Chains of Heaven…” As he gazed at this divine weapon that Gilgamesh cherished most, Anan’s lips curled up slightly. “It is indeed a Noble Phantasm that is very effective against me, but only if it can bind me.”

slam-la-

Thirteen golden spears carrying long chains roared out from behind him, intertwining with the oncoming Chains of Heaven, colliding to create dazzling sparks and bursting out with the crisp sound of metal clashing, as if ancient dragons were fighting.

Gilgamesh's pupils suddenly contracted; even the Chains of Heaven couldn't work.

Damn it, where did this bastard get so many Noble Phantasms?!

The King of Heroes, who had always relied on the advantage of his Noble Phantasms to suppress his enemies, experienced for the first time what it felt like to be suppressed by someone else's Noble Phantasm.

From the start of the battle until now, he has gained almost no initiative. Neither the Gate of Babylon nor the Chains of Heaven have been of any use against that guy.

Every single one of that guy's abilities seemed to exist specifically to counter him, completely suppressing him.

"Show me your last trump card, Gilgamesh." Anan, holding the Abyss, walked step by step toward Gilgamesh, his tone cold and ruthless. "Otherwise, you'll have no chance at all."

".....Hmph, as you wish." Gilgamesh had no more hesitation; in this situation, his only remaining hope for a comeback was EA.

Just as he reached into the treasure vault, a tall, black figure suddenly blocked his way.

Upon seeing that familiar face, Yanan instinctively stopped in his tracks, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes.

"Cú Chulainn?"

Chapter Fourteen, Night One, End

The crimson demonic spear, seemingly formed from congealed blood, the jet-black armor covered with ferocious spikes, the cold tail covering the sturdy shell, the ominous aura emanating from every corner of his body, and the berserk and bloodthirsty temperament that could be clearly felt even from hundreds of meters away—all these things pointed to the fact that the guy who suddenly appeared before them was none other than the seventh servant of this war—the Berserker.

Yanan frowned slightly as he looked at that familiar face.

He never imagined that Cú Chulainn would be summoned as a Berserker in this Holy Grail War.

Moreover, looking into those cold and ruthless eyes, he suspected that this Cú Chulainn, like Artoria, was not the one he knew.

"Who let you out, you mad dog? Get out of my way! I don't need your help!" Gilgamesh's expression turned ugly, as if this wasn't the first time he had seen the berserk Cú Chulainn before.

Gilgamesh's Master and Berserker's Master have joined forces!?

The other Masters weren't fools either; upon hearing Gilgamesh's words, they immediately understood what had happened.

So that's how it is. It was Kirei Kotomine who summoned Cú Chulainn... A thoughtful look appeared in Anahn's eyes. The only one who would lend a helping hand to Gilgamesh at a time like this would naturally be that priest who was filled with confusion about his own life.

It's obvious that this was an order from Tokiomi Tohsaka. Clearly, in order to protect Gilgamesh, he no longer cared about exposing his relationship with Kirei Kotomine.

“If it weren’t for how useless you are, I wouldn’t have needed to show myself.” Cú Chulainn Alter glanced at Gilgamesh, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “It’s one thing to mock others, but to get beaten up afterward is another. If I were you, I would be so ashamed that I’d be slitting my throat by now, Gilgamesh.”

A talking Berserker? Everyone's eyes showed strong surprise. As everyone knows, Berserkers are beings who have lost their rationality and should not have any logical thinking ability. It is even more impossible for them to speak such coherent words. This is something that has never happened in the previous Holy Grail Wars.

A sense of bewilderment arose in everyone's hearts. What was going on with this Holy Grail War? Not only were there two Kings Arthur at the same time, but a talking Berserker had also appeared. Was it because they were doing something wrong?

"You damned mad dog!" Gilgamesh, enraged by Cú Chulainn's humiliation, immediately opened the Treasury of Kings, and dozens of golden ripples appeared, ready to add a few more spikes to Cú Chulainn's body.

[With a Command Spell, I command: O King, please return to my side.]

The middle-aged man's deep, mellow voice suddenly echoed in Gilgamesh's ears, followed by a strong pulling force that caused his body to involuntarily transform into spirit particles.

"Shichen, how dare you order me around! I, the king, will kill you!" Gilgamesh, fully aware of what was happening, immediately roared in anger.

"Trying to run?" A cold glint flashed in Yanan's eyes as he shot forward like an arrow, the Black Abyss in his hand piercing forward like a black lightning bolt.

However, at that moment, a crimson gun shadow suddenly tore through the air and came whistling. Yanan subconsciously turned his gun and collided with the crimson gun shadow.

Clang—!

The two guns clashed, sparks flew, and the sound was like a dragon's roar. The heavy force was transmitted through the gun barrels, forcing Yanan to involuntarily retreat more than ten meters.

In his berserk state, Cú Chulainn's strength level has reached A, while he is only B. In a simple contest of strength, he is naturally no match for the former.

Because of Cú Chulainn's intervention, Ananon missed his chance to kill Gilgamesh and could only watch helplessly as Gilgamesh dissipated into spiritual particles.

"Although I also dislike that guy, since my Master has given the order, I have no choice but to obey."

Holding the corrupted Gaeberg, Cú Chulainn's lips curled into a wanton, wicked smile. His tail, covered in black and red spikes, swung casually, and his crimson eyes were filled with undisguised madness: "I saw your battle with Saber just now. You're also that old hag's disciple?"

"Old hag..." Yanan's lips twitched slightly, and he nodded: "I guess so."

“I have no memory of you. So, the one who taught you must be an old hag from another world.” Cú Chulainn looked Yanan up and down, then suddenly asked, “Have you fought me before?”

Yanan naturally understood what the other party meant and nodded slightly: "When we were little, you often used training as an excuse to spar with me. Every time you beat me up, I was covered in injuries and couldn't get out of bed for a whole day. When my mother saw this, she would grab you and give you a good beating. Every time you were lying in bed, it was three times the amount of time I spent.

Recalling those days, Yanan's eyes softened slightly: "After I turned seven, we would fight each other almost every three days. Of course, I was always losing back then. It wasn't until I was ten that I could barely keep up with you. After I turned fourteen, I could basically fight you to a standstill."

His ability to hone his marksmanship to the pinnacle in just sixteen years was not only due to Scáthach's complete instruction, but also to Cú Chulainn's crucial role as his sparring partner.

At that time, he only had two wishes: one was to escape the Land of Shadows, and the other was to teach Cú Chulainn a lesson with his marksmanship.

"Heh, that sounds interesting." Cú Chulainn's lips curled into a sinister smile, revealing sharp fangs like those of a wild beast. Although he still maintained his rationality, everything he did in this state was filled with a strong sense of madness, giving people the feeling that he might pounce and bite at any moment.

"Although I'd love to test your marksmanship, my Master has ordered me to retreat. In that case, let's save the final battle for next time. Hopefully, you'll give me a good time then."

With a smile brimming with madness, Cú Chulainn's figure dissipated into countless spiritual particles.

Yanan stood there in silence for a long time before letting out a melancholy sigh.

"No wonder your marksmanship is so superb; you learned it from the mistress of the Land of Shadows." A cold voice approached from afar, and Saber slowly walked towards Anan.

“Yes, but that was a long time ago.” Yanan smiled and waved his hand. “Alright, most people have left. Let’s call it a night. It’s time for me to go back.”

He changed out of his old silver armor and into his hoodie and jeans, and walked away into the distance, stepping across the unrecognizable battlefield.

Saber silently watched the departing figure. This man, who had just defeated the oldest hero king, now exuded an indescribable loneliness from behind.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot, there's one more thing."

Anan suddenly stopped, turned around to look at Saber, and gave her a warm smile:

Good night, sweet dreams tonight.

I need to take a day off to adjust my schedule.

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Chapter Fifteen: Heading to the Matou Family

Fuyuki City Hotel.

Golden spiritual particles gathered from the void and coalesced into the shape of Anan.