In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"It's alright, Sakura, with your brother here, you'll be fine." Yanan reached out and a black and white knight's lance instantly appeared in his hand. The holy lily pattern on the lance shone brightly, and a continuous stream of creative power flowed into Sakura's body, constantly repairing the internal organs that had been devoured.

Then, Yanan immediately summoned a feather and merged it into Sakura's consciousness, causing her to fall into a deep coma and no longer suffer the torment of being devoured.

Since the Crest Worm itself does not possess any intelligence or consciousness, but only the instinct of a familiar, Feather Dust has no effect on it and cannot stop it.

Noticing the surprised looks directed at her, Irisviel frowned slightly and immediately cast a suggestive spell to divert everyone's attention.

"Sakura, what's wrong?" Irisviel looked at Sakura's pale face with concern. Although they hadn't known each other for very long, she genuinely liked this cute little girl.

"The situation is a bit complicated, and I can't explain it clearly right now. In any case, I must go back immediately and have Kenneth prepare Sakura for surgery." Yanan picked up the unconscious Sakura. Sakura's body was now in a stalemate, with the Crest Worms constantly destroying it while he was constantly repairing it. However, this situation could not be maintained for long because the magical power required for the Black Abyss White Flower's creative power was simply too enormous. Even with the magical core, he could not sustain it for long.

“No need for all that trouble.” Saber said calmly, her right hand flashing out like lightning, plunging straight into Sakura’s abdomen with a soft thud. In an instant, crimson blood bloomed like an eerie flower.

"You!" Yanan's eyes widened instantly.

"Ugh!" The sudden, sharp pain made Sakura, who was in a deep coma, frown slightly.

“Got it.” Saber’s lips curled into a slight smile as she withdrew her right hand again. On her blood-soaked palm, an ugly worm was wriggling restlessly, its hideous mouthparts emitting a piercing hiss.

Irisviel covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her eyes filled with horror. She never imagined that Sakura's body harbored such a disgusting monster.

"It's even dirtier than a rat in a sewer." Sabr scoffed, casually tossing the insect on the ground and stomping on it until it burst.

Seeing the bloodstains on Saber's boots, Irisviel turned her head away uncomfortably, secretly deciding to buy Saber a new pair of shoes later; these shoes absolutely could not be worn anymore!

The instant Saber pulled out the Crest Worm, Anan immediately increased the output power of the Black Abyss White Flower, and the creative power, several times stronger than before, surged into Sakura's body like a raging river.

About five minutes later, Sakura's damaged internal organs and the large hole in her abdomen were restored to their original state, her breathing gradually became calm, and her complexion regained its rosy hue.

Anan casually dispersed the Black Abyss White Flowers. The massive depletion of his magic power filled his eyes with deep exhaustion, his forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and his breathing became slightly heavier.

He hadn't felt this lack of magic power in a long time; the last time seemed to be when he was conceiving Sidden. However, looking at Sakura's peaceful face, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Although she paid a huge price, Sakura has finally broken free from her final constraints, and from now on, she can grow up peacefully like other girls.

"Thank you, Saber." He turned and nodded to Saber in thanks. Although Saber's methods were somewhat violent, they were indeed very effective.

"It's just an eye for an eye. You spared me once before, and now I've saved this little girl for you again. We're even." Saber waved her hand casually, then gave Ananen a malicious look. "But I really didn't expect you to make such a sacrifice for a little girl. Now that your magic power is almost depleted, aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of this?"

Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly: "This is a public place."

"Do you think I care about this?" A cold, icy killing intent flashed in Saber's eyes, and the fluctuation of her magic caused the plates on the table to tremble noticeably.

"If you really think you can beat me, then go ahead and give it a try," Yanan said calmly.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense, and their gazes seemed to be filled with invisible gunpowder, dangerous and deadly.

Irisviel was caught in a dilemma. She didn't want to fight Lancer, but if Saber was determined to fight, she had no way to stop her.

However, at that moment, a deep, aged voice suddenly echoed in the ears of Anan and Saber.

"Fellow participants in the Holy Grail War, I am the supervisor of this Holy Grail War, Kotomine Risei from the Holy Church."

"An unexpected situation has occurred in the Holy Grail War. Caster's Noble Phantasm has been activated for unknown reasons and is causing serious damage to the surrounding area. This may lead to the mystery being exposed to ordinary people."

"Therefore, I hereby declare a temporary truce in the Holy Grail War. All Masters and Servants are requested to immediately proceed to the town of Fukayama to destroy Caster's Noble Phantasm. In return, Masters who have made contributions in this campaign will be rewarded with an additional Command Seal."

Caster? Wasn't Caster already obsolete? Why did his Noble Phantasm end up in the hands of Matou Zouken...? Anan frowned slightly. After hearing Kotomine Risei's words, he immediately understood how Matou Zouken's strange turn of events had occurred.

Zouken Matou's soul had already deteriorated to an irreparable state, and now that he had come into contact with the Rokujin Castle Text containing forbidden knowledge, going insane was almost inevitable.

Could it be that Zouken Matou was the one who killed Caster? That's not impossible. Given Zouken's cunning and ruthlessness, it's hard to say whether he left any backup plans.

"Hey, Lancer, have you received a message from the Overseer?" Kenneth's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Yes, I received it. I'll head to Fukayama Town right away. Kenneth, remember to bring the Magic Core with you when you come. I don't have enough magic power left."

Kenneth blinked in bewilderment in the hotel. He clearly remembered that the magic core in Lancer's hand should still have half of its magic reserves left. How could it be gone after just one day of shopping?

After ending the communication with Kenneth, Yanan looked at Saber and shrugged: "It seems your plans will have to be put on hold for now."

Saber snorted coldly and turned to walk outside.

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Fukayama-cho, a residential area.

Centered on the Matou residence, an unknown force dyed the sky within a kilometer radius into an extremely murky gray-black, like dirty water filled with lead ash. Below the sky was a thick black fog, filled with an unsettling and chilling aura. If one got a little closer, one could even hear a rustling sound that sent chills down one's spine.

This scene inevitably evokes images of the demon-infested wasteland of mythology.

After the incident, the Church immediately used its influence to pass traffic control measures in Fuyuki City. All personnel from the police headquarters were in place to block all roads leading to residential areas and to carry out an emergency evacuation of residents in and around the area.

Because the incident occurred before the evening rush hour, there weren't many people stranded in the residential area. In addition, the church responded promptly, so the casualties were not very serious.

As Yanan looked at the almost tangible black mist before him, his brows furrowed deeply. To be honest, this scene was indeed somewhat unexpected. The level of expressiveness far surpassed the original scene of Caster activating the Silithid City Bible, and even made him feel a sense of unease.

This suggests that there is likely a danger inside that could threaten his life.

Could this be the crisis that threatens the world?

Anan turned to look at Saber beside him, and as expected, the latter's face was also filled with solemnity, her pale gold eyes filled with apprehension.

"Has Caster gone mad with all this commotion?" Irisfeld asked, her brows furrowing slightly.

Caster was a madman to begin with, and if he hadn't been eliminated, you would definitely understand that deeply... Anan glanced at Saber without leaving a trace, and said in a calm tone, "Caster has been eliminated, but his Noble Phantasm has fallen into the hands of a once very powerful magician, which is why this commotion has occurred."

"Caaster has been eliminated?" A hint of surprise appeared in Irisviel's eyes, and even Saber was slightly taken aback.

“Yes, but there are still many mysteries hidden in this matter, and it’s not as simple as it seems.” Yanan shook his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the black mist ahead. “But this time, we might be able to find some clues.”

Crackle!

A crisp sound of thunder came from afar, and soon after, a chariot pulled by a legendary divine bull descended from the sky. The red-haired strongman on the chariot waved enthusiastically to Anan and his party: "Yo, Lancer, Saber, you've arrived."

“Rider, you don’t seem to be in very good shape.” Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly. He could clearly see that the Kamui Wheel was covered with various messy scratches, and some areas were obviously damaged.

"Haha, isn't it normal to suffer some injuries when fighting powerful enemies?" Iskandar laughed nonchalantly, and exclaimed, "Berserker is indeed a peerless warrior. If I could recruit him, my chances of ruling the world would be even greater."

"If you're willing to give me your head, I might consider becoming your henchman." Cú Chulainn, his body covered in sea monster skeletons, emerged from the shadows not far away, the familiar wicked smile still on his lips, his crimson eyes blazing with a frenzied killing intent.

Waver couldn't help but shudder and instinctively hid behind Rider. He could never forget the scene last night when Berserker went on a rampage like a beast in Rider's Reality Marble, his blood-soaked figure resembling a demon god capable of destroying the world.

I really don't know what got into Rider that made him want to recruit such a dangerous person.

But perhaps that's the charm of the Conqueror King. No matter who the person is, he has absolute confidence in conquering them. Recalling that magnificent and unparalleled legion, a complex expression appeared on Webber's face. Perhaps only a king with such a heroic spirit could command such an army.

He couldn't help but glance at Rider's profile. Could this once conquering king who had traversed three continents—Eurasia and Africa—really be controlled by a half-baked magician like himself?

Chapter Twenty-One: Cooperation, Campaign Against 4K

"Haha, my head is quite valuable; it would be a waste to use it to trade with you." Iskandar laughed heartily, showing no anger at Berserker's rude remarks.

As a former world conqueror, Rider naturally possesses a magnanimous heart comparable to his territory, and he is always very patient, especially in front of heroes he admires.

"Are you alone? Berserker, where's Archer?" Saber said coldly.

"Heh, who knows? Maybe that piece of trash is hiding in some unknown sewer, licking his wounds like a hyena, or maybe he's lurking in the shadows, planning to suddenly burst out at the last minute to steal the spoils and wipe us all out in the process." Cú Chulainn wore a nonchalant smile, exuding a violent and sinister aura.

"Aren't you and him allies?" Saber raised an eyebrow slightly.

"An ally? Don't be ridiculous. Do you think that kind of guy is someone who can be an ally? If it weren't for Master's orders, I would have stabbed him to death long ago." Cú Chulainn sneered disdainfully. "I've disliked that guy ever since we first met."

"Then why don't you consider changing your Master?" Saber's lips curled into a slight smile as she pointed to Irisviel, who was holding Sakura beside her. "Isn't there a better option right now?"

Irisviel: ? ?

Cú Chulainn glanced at Irisviel, then looked at Saber with a half-smile: "So you're admitting that she's not your Master?"

"Stop pretending, Berserker. Didn't you already know this already?" Saber said in an unchanged tone.

"Heh." Cu Chulainn hoisted the demonized Gaeberg onto his shoulder, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Trying to sow discord between me and Master? Saber, you don't actually think such a clumsy attempt at division will work, do you?"

Saber shook her head inwardly with regret. She had thought that the unruly Berserker would be an easy target to win over, but it turned out that this guy was even smarter than she had imagined.

I really don't understand why someone like that would become a Berserker.

"Whatever makes you happy. I was just offering a suggestion anyway," Saber said calmly, turning to look at the thick black mist in front of her. "The most important thing right now is to figure out how to deal with this thing."

"Haha, that's exactly what I was thinking too." Iskandar laughed heartily. "Then let me go in and see what's inside."

He suddenly yanked the reins, and the divine bull reared up and let out a deep moo. Lightning flashed under its hooves, and silver snakes danced wildly. Like a heavy tank, it charged straight into the black mist.

"Wait! Rider, I haven't gotten off the bus yet!!!"

The crowd stood quietly outside, watching the silvery lightning leap and rise continuously in the black mist, their ears filled with sharp, piercing screams like demons, and the twisted, ferocious tentacles churning wildly within.

About ten minutes later, Iskandar emerged from the mist aboard the Divine Wheel, followed by a dozen ferocious tentacles as thick as elephant legs, which, like greedy hyenas, rushed toward him.

"That's disgusting." Cú Chulainn grinned maliciously and hurled his crimson demon spear, which streaked across the void like a meteor, severing all the tentacles.

Seemingly sensing the threat, the remaining tentacles quickly retracted. The severed tentacles fell to the ground and struggled like worms for a while before finally becoming still.

“This level of vitality…” Irisviel frowned slightly.

"Phew, that was close. I almost got caught by those things. Thanks, Berserker." Iskandar landed on the ground, grinning at Berserker.

Weber lay pale-faced on the edge of the vehicle, looking utterly dejected. In those short ten minutes, he had endured both psychological and physical torment. He would never again experience being chased by ugly, disgusting monsters while riding in a speeding war chariot!

"Well, Rider, what have you gained?" Yanan asked.

“The environment inside is very strange. The mist seems to have the effect of absorbing magic power. The longer you stay, the faster it absorbs magic power.” Rider’s expression was slightly serious. This situation was indeed a bit tricky for him.

Is the absorption of magic power due to the Butterfly Magic...? A thoughtful look appeared in Anaen's eyes. The Matou family's magic attribute is water, and their characteristic is absorption, which means absorbing the achievements of others and feeding them back to themselves. The reason why Matou Zouken has been able to live for so long is precisely because of this characteristic.

Saber and Berserker's expressions turned grim at the same time. This environment was far too restrictive for them. If it dragged on for too long, they would run out of magic and face certain death.

Just as everyone was pondering how to avoid being affected, the thick black mist suddenly began to churn and spread outwards at a visible speed.

Yanan frowned slightly, bit his finger, and drew deep green runes in the air that seemed to encompass all the truths of the world, suppressing the mist from all directions and preventing its further expansion.

"The original runes!?" Waver couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. These were magical runes at the pinnacle of mystery, top-tier magic that had long been lost. He never expected them to reappear under these circumstances.

But why is it Lancer who performs this top-level magic?

Are you a spearman or a magician, you idiot?!

Just like Kenneth before him, Weber's worldview was instantly shattered.

Fortunately, he wasn't the only one shocked. Almost everyone present was stunned by the amazing skill that Yanan suddenly pulled out. It was truly unbelievable that a mere spearman could perform such top-level magic.

Just how many trump cards is this guy hiding?

"That old hag really taught you a lot," Cú Chulainn raised an eyebrow slightly.