In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Hmm, as expected of Lancer, I'm increasingly eager to bring you under my command." Iskandar stroked his thick beard and grinned broadly.

“Aren’t you the same? You’re a cavalryman, yet you can use a magical technique like a Reality Marble.” Yanan smiled, turned to look at the thick fog that was trapped inside, and frowned slightly. “However, my magic won’t last long. It will expire in two hours at most. We must destroy Caster’s Noble Phantasm before that.”

“Then there’s nothing to hesitate about.” Iskandar laughed, drawing his sword Cyprus with a whoosh and roaring, “We are heroic spirits summoned here by the Holy Grail. Though we are mortal enemies, we share a belief that we must uphold. This evil, which is intolerable to the world, I will not allow it to continue to defile this world. I swear in the name of Iskandar, I will slay it with my sword!”

“Rider…” Waver stared blankly at Iskandar’s majestic, godlike figure, his words of boundless pride echoing in his ears. Deep within his heart, something seemed to be slowly shattering.

"I don't really care, but opportunities to slaughter at will like this are extremely rare." Cú Chulainn grinned with a maniacal smile, his tongue tracing across his sharp teeth, his crimson eyes blazing with murderous intent.

“With such a monster around, the Holy Grail War cannot continue. I cannot tolerate such a thing happening,” Saber said calmly, arms crossed.

“Such monsters should not continue to exist in this world.” A cold glint flashed in Yanan’s eyes. He had come to save the world, so he could not stand idly by and watch such a disaster happen.

"Haha, it seems everyone has reached a consensus." Iskandar nodded in satisfaction. "Then get ready. In ten minutes, we'll launch a full-scale attack. Let me make this clear in advance: this might be our only chance, so everyone should reveal all their cards. There's no point in hiding anything at this point."

Everyone nodded.

"Lancer, I've arrived." Kenneth's voice suddenly echoed in Yanan's mind, and the latter secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the supplies had finally arrived.

He took Sakura from Irisviel's arms and then followed the contact to find Kenneth.

"Huh? Where did the Crest Worms go?" Kenneth looked at Sakura sleeping soundly in Anaen's arms, a hint of surprise flashing in his dark blue eyes.

So Yanan gave a brief explanation of what had happened that day, and Kenneth was so frustrated after hearing it that he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

He hasn't slept or eaten a single meal since last night, and has been researching how to safely remove the Crest Worms from Sakura's body. He finally found a foolproof solution, only to discover that the patient had already recovered!

Isn't this just messing with him?!

However, in order to maintain his monarchical image, Kenneth could only swallow his pride and try to appear nonchalant: "I see, no wonder your magic was depleted. By the way, how are things going?"

"Not too good. Although I've temporarily limited the expansion of the mist, it won't last long. Moreover, the mist has the effect of absorbing magic power, so the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it becomes. Therefore, we plan to launch a full-scale attack, but if we fail..." Anan didn't finish his sentence, because the consequences of failure were self-evident.

“Since you are my servant, there is no such thing as defeat.” Kenneth took out a sparkling crystal ball, from which surging magical power continuously emanated. “As Master, I command you, Lancer, to bring me victory.”

Kenneth's Command Seal flashed red, and a mysterious power spread out. Soon after, the magic power in Anahn's body, which was almost exhausted, was restored to its fullness.

Yanan gave Kenneth a deep look, a slight smile curving his lips: "As you wish, Master."

He handed Sakura over to Kenneth, then returned to the battlefield with the Magic Core.

Saber glanced at Yanan and frowned slightly; clearly, she had noticed the change in Yanan.

The ability to fully restore magic power in such a short time is clearly something only a Command Seal can do.

"Your Master really trusts you." She said in a flat tone. Command Seals are the only means by which a Master can restrain a Servant, and there are only three opportunities in total. Unless it is out of absolute trust, few Masters would use Command Seals to restore a Servant's status.

“Isn’t this normal? Without a foundation of trust, a Master and Servant can never win the Holy Grail War.” Anaen gave Saber a meaningful look.

Saber frowned slightly, remaining silent.

Not long after, Rider and Berserker returned to their positions, their momentum significantly stronger than before.

Seeing that Waver's Command Seal was missing a stroke, Saber's expression grew increasingly grim.

“Um…Saber, how about we have Kiritsugu use his Command Spells to support us…” Irisviel suggested cautiously.

"Hmph, that man would never use Command Seals for something like this. Rather, the fact that he didn't use Command Seals to stop me is already more than enough." A cold smile appeared on Saber's lips, and waves of magical energy rippled outwards. Her jet-black magical armor instantly covered her entire body, and she held an invisible sword in her hand. "Just watch, even without that guy's support, I won't necessarily lose to anyone else."

"Haha, what a magnificent aura, Saber! I'm quite impressed." Iskandar laughed heartily. "However, I won't admit defeat so easily."

He suddenly yanked the reins, and with a deafening roar of thunder, the Divine Might Wheels, shimmering with blinding lightning, were the first to plunge into the black mist.

"There can only be one victor in this war, and that is me!" Saber stomped her foot, and a surge of magical power erupted, propelling her body like a rocket into the black mist.

"I wonder if this time I can finally kill to my heart's content." Cú Chulainn's lips curled into a maniacal smile, and the crimson in his eyes grew even more intense as he charged straight toward the black mist like a predatory beast.

Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, a slight smile curved Yanan's lips. A dark, deep spear appeared in his hand, and he shot out like an arrow.

"This is my war. You think you can take it from me? You're way too far off."

Chapter Twenty-Two: Cooperation, Campaign Against Three 4K

The moment he rushed into the black mist, a chilling feeling that penetrated to the bone came from all directions. An inexplicable and strange power entangled Yanan, causing the magic power in his body to flow out continuously like a tap that had been left running.

The once wide and clean road is now littered with scattered pebbles. The evergreen plants that were originally used for decoration have withered as if their life force has been drained. Grotesque and hideous otherworldly monsters lurk in the corners and shadows, casting malicious and greedy glances at these uninvited guests.

"Disgusting. How about we kill all these things first?" Cú Chulainn's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty killing intent. Although he retained a certain degree of rationality as a Berserker in the present world, his desire for killing and blood was extremely intense.

Last night's experience of wreaking havoc in Rider's Reality Marble has completely activated his warlike nature, and now every cell in his body is expressing his desire for battle.

Although the Berserker Cú Chulainn before us looks exactly like the Mad King from the Fifth Singularity, their essences are completely different. The Mad King Cú Chulainn was created by Medb using the power of the Holy Grail and combining it with the Demon Pillars, while the Berserker Cú Chulainn is the cruel and tyrannical hound from real history. The two are simply not comparable.

"There's no need for that. These guys were summoned by Caster's Noble Phantasm. Once the Noble Phantasm is dealt with, they will naturally disappear," Anahn said calmly.

"Haha! Let's finish this quickly!" Iskandar laughed, driving the Divine Wheel straight ahead at breakneck speed.

"hiss--!!"

The sea monsters lurking in the shadows let out sharp screechs like the cries of infants, twisting their ugly and ferocious bodies, and roared out from all directions like endless waves, blocking the way ahead.

"Perfect timing." The red light in Cú Chulainn's eyes intensified, a maniacal smile spreading across his lips, and a cold, violent killing intent erupted instantly.

The ferocious beast bared its fangs and charged headlong into the surging sea monster tide.

Saber's eyes widened slightly. How could this guy dare to charge in alone against hundreds of sea monsters? Was he crazy?

Oh, no, Berserker seems to have always been an irrational madman.

Sensing the presence of the living, the sea demons let out excited hisses, their twisted limbs flailing wildly as they surged forward, their bluish-black tentacles reaching out, resembling countless ugly and deformed pythons from afar.

"You're asking for death!" Cú Chulainn's eyes flashed red, and the crimson magic spear in his hand spun wildly, turning into a merciless reaping machine, shredding all the oncoming tentacles into a pile of minced meat, splattering out a large amount of dark green tissue fluid, leaving a large area of ​​disgusting sticky marks on the ground.

The sea monsters have no sense of pain and no knowledge of fear. So after a brief pause, they immediately launched another attack, with countless tentacles transforming into chains that rushed toward Berserker's limbs.

Despite being in a berserk state, Cú Chulainn's spear skills did not decline in the slightest. His demonic spear transformed into crimson lightning, thrusting out at a dazzling speed, severing all the tentacles and making his defense impenetrable.

"If that's all there is to it, then you might as well die!"

Cú Chulainn laughed loudly, his aura becoming increasingly ferocious. He stomped his feet on the ground, unleashing his A-level strength and A+ agility simultaneously, charging straight into the sea monster tide like a cannonball. His crimson demon spear danced wildly, like a red tornado, shredding all the nearby sea monsters into dust.

Puff puff puff puff—! ! !

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and juices splattered. In just an instant, at least thirty sea monsters became victims of Berserker's spear. These otherworldly monsters, capable of easily killing an adult male, couldn't even put up a moment's resistance against Cú Chulainn and were slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

Broken chunks of flesh writhed laboriously on the ground, while Cú Chulainn, his body covered in black and red sea monster bones, stood tall on the earth like a demon god descended to earth.

"So strong!" Saber's expression turned slightly serious. Such powerful physical attributes combined with such exquisite marksmanship, this Berserker is simply too strong.

From their first meeting, her intuition told her that Berserker was an extremely powerful enemy, but even so, she was still stunned by the terrifying strength he displayed.

In a one-on-one melee, probably no one present would be his match. Although Lancer's marksmanship is no less than Berserker's, there is still a huge gap between the two in terms of attributes.

In a typical Holy Grail War, Berserker alone could probably wipe out all the other Servants.

"As expected of Berserker, his heroic figure is a sight to behold no matter how many times I see it. If I could recruit such a powerful warrior into my ranks, even if I didn't obtain the Holy Grail, the trip would still be worthwhile." Rider stroked his chin and laughed heartily. "However, I am, after all, the King of Conquerors. I can't let you steal all the limelight."

"Come on! Now it's my turn to perform. Distant ravages and domination (ViaExpugnatio)!! Ohohohohoho—!!"

The Conqueror laughed loudly, snapped the reins in his hand, and the divine bull, manifested from the myth of Zeus, raised its head and let out a loud moo. Its strong hooves thundered and pounded the earth, pulling the heavy chariot forward. The sea monsters in the way were crushed like fragile paper in the blink of an eye, leaving only a path of flesh and blood behind them.

The rampaging chariots sped across the land, lightning flashing between their wheels and hooves. Purple lightning spread like a spider web, instantly covering the land within a ten-meter radius. All the sea demons struck convulsed, instantly turning into charcoal under the intense heat of the lightning, completely losing their vitality and emitting a stench like burning inferior leather mixed with rotting flesh.

Seeing that Berserker and Rider had already achieved remarkable results, the fiercely competitive Saber was naturally unwilling to be outdone. She took a deep breath, and the red dragon's heart released a surge of powerful magic, flowing like a river into her limbs and bones. She raised her jet-black Aurora Sword high and shouted:

"Invisible Air!!"

The air condensed on the sword suddenly burst forth, transforming into an invisible pillar of wind that surged forward, instantly piercing through all the sea demons in front of it and tearing them into countless pieces of flesh.

With a wave of his hand, a sphere with a dark blue main color and symmetrical concave patterns on its left and right sides appeared in his palm, leaping forward and hovering in the void above the sea demon.

"Eden's Star, a hundred times the gravity."

boom--!!

The deep blue sphere trembled slightly, and hundreds of times the force of gravity crashed down, instantly pinning all the sea demons to the concrete ground, rendering them immobile. Before long, they exploded one after another like balloons, leaving behind a mess of limbs and splattered tissue fluid that stained the surrounding area with devastation.

"How many Noble Phantasms are you still hiding?" Saber couldn't help but turn her head to look at Anaun. From the first time she appeared until now, she had almost never seen Anaun use the same move twice.

Logically, due to the constraints of class, each Servant should have a limited number of Noble Phantasms they can use. Since she appears in Saber's form, she can only use Excalibur and cannot use other Noble Phantasms.

Only Heroic Spirits can use all Noble Phantasms and unleash their full power.

Gilgamesh was able to possess so many Noble Phantasms because of the blessing of legend, but even so, he was still bound by his class and could not unleash the true power of these Noble Phantasms, and could only throw them.

Lancer is completely different. Not only does he have a large number of Noble Phantasms, but each one can be perfectly unleashed, and their power is quite remarkable, far exceeding the scope of ordinary Servants.

Not to mention his clairvoyance and the primordial runes...

Just how many trump cards does this guy still have up his sleeve?

"Actually, I've only used one Noble Phantasm so far," Yanan said with a smile.

Saber frowned slightly. Could it be that the other party meant that these Noble Phantasms, like Gilgamesh's [Gate of Babylon], were included under the same Noble Phantasm?

But what kind of Noble Phantasm could possibly contain so many different types of Noble Phantasms with such vastly different effects?

Saber racked his brains, searching through all the myths and legends in his mind, but found nothing that matched.

Seeing Saber's expression, Anan knew what she was thinking. He shook his head and smiled. It would be incredible if this girl could really find out the origin of his Noble Phantasms.

The battle was a foregone conclusion from the very beginning. Under the powerful offensive of Anan, Cú Chulainn, and Iskandar, these monsters, summoned from another world by the Church of the Desolate City, were as fragile as infants and were all slaughtered in less than five minutes.

"Haha! That was exhilarating! That was exhilarating! I haven't fought such a satisfying battle in a long time. It's truly the most exhilarating thing to fight alongside your comrades on the battlefield. Berserker, Lancer, Saber, are you really not considering joining my ranks? If we join forces, conquering the entire world will be just around the corner." Rider always kept his grand ambitions in mind, and even in this critical situation, he didn't forget to extend an olive branch to the three of them.

The three had become quite used to the conqueror's temperament, so they didn't bother to respond and walked straight ahead.

"Sigh, I guess I got rejected again." Iskandar scratched his head, urging the Kamui Wheel to catch up with the others. "How about we grab a drink together after this? We've been comrades fighting side by side, you should at least give me this much face, right?"

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Beyond the black fog, Kiritsugu Emiya, with his sniper rifle set up, lay prone on the roof of a residential building. He looked through binoculars at Irisviel, who was standing outside the cordon, before turning his gun to aim at Kenneth and Waver beside him.

"Lancer and Rider are both away now. Should we take this opportunity to eliminate their Master?" Assistant Maimi's voice came through the headset, as cold as ever, just like her—taciturn, but extremely efficient in everything she did, a companion you could entrust your back to.

Kiritsugu Emiya's gaze lingered on Kenneth and Waver for a long time before he shook his head: "Now is not the right time. That black mist is a much bigger disaster. If we don't deal with it, it will cause a great deal of sacrifice."

Those who have gathered information on Kiritsugu Emiya would be utterly astonished to hear this. When did a bloodthirsty magician assassin start caring about the lives of ordinary people?

However, this is Kiritsugu Emiya's true nature. He is a man who has walked the path of life for more than 20 years in order to become a "partner of justice." Eliminating all evil in this world is his way of life and the meaning of his existence. He is willing to pay any price for it.

"Is it really a good idea to let Saber go in with them? If something happens to Saber, then we'll have no hope of winning this Holy Grail War." Maiya knew all too well how important the Holy Grail was to Kiritsugu Emiya; it was the only hope left for this man who had reached the end of his rope.

"It's alright, as long as Lancer is here, Saber will be fine." Kiritsugu Emiya's tone was calm and composed. He could naturally see Lancer's care for Saber. With a Servant who could easily defeat Gilgamesh protecting her, there was no need to worry about Saber's safety.