In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Rumble, rumble—!!

A deafening explosion resounded, billowing smoke filled the air, and moments later, dozens of weapons radiating brilliant golden light pierced through the smoke and fell to the ground. These were all B+ grade or higher treasures, and the Black Abyss White Flower simulated by the Void Treasury was simply unable to stop them.

Anan snapped his fingers, and dozens of black holes appeared before him. This scene was like a replay of the battle in the warehouse district; these Noble Phantasms would be swallowed by the black holes and then returned to Gilgamesh.

but......

"Did you really think that I would fall to the same move twice in a row?"

With a slight, cold smile playing on his lips, Gilgamesh snapped his fingers. Just as they were about to plunge into the black hole, his Noble Phantasms suddenly began to emit extremely unstable magical energy fluctuations.

As if remembering something, Yanan's eyes widened slightly.

boom--!!

A violent explosion resounded through the heavens and earth. Gilgamesh did not retrieve these Noble Phantasms as usual, but instead detonated them all in the form of a fantasy collapse.

The shockwave from the explosion uprooted the floorboards within a radius of several meters, and countless scattered fragments of stone spread in all directions. The temple, once worshipped by countless believers, was reduced to ashes in an instant. The violent commotion could be clearly heard even across most of Fuyuki City.

Strangely enough, even with such a loud noise, no one was awakened and remained sound asleep.

"To be able to abandon such a precious treasure without hesitation, you truly deserve to be called the oldest hero king. It seems I underestimated you before, Gilgamesh."

A deep voice emanated from the land ravaged by the Noble Phantasm. The wind pressure generated by the magical fluctuations instantly dispelled the black smoke. Anan, protected by the barrier formed by the Star of Eden, gazed at the Golden King in the sky. With a flick of his wrist, a jet-black spear exuding a strong aura of death appeared in his hand.

"In that case, let me give you a proper taste of your own medicine."

Chapter Thirty-Two: One Against Two

"Use all your tricks, Lancer." Gilgamesh said indifferently, raising his hand and causing the golden ripples in the sky to double in size. "Otherwise, you will never have another chance."

The golden rain descended once more, exploding in the form of a fantasy collapse about five meters from the ground. The explosion produced a bright flash and endless flames, and the visible shockwave spread in all directions, instantly turning the entire Ryudouji Temple into scorched earth.

Amidst the billowing smoke, a blazing crimson beam of light suddenly tore through the air and roared out. The terrifying heat distorted the void in its path, roaring silently like a raging dragon as it hurtled straight toward the Radiant Ship in the sky.

boom--!!

The intense heat, enough to melt a mountain, instantly shattered the precious golden ship. The exquisite gold and emeralds were melted into nothingness in an instant. Webber, who was hiding in the secret base and observing the battlefield with his familiar, was heartbroken and could hardly breathe when he saw this.

After blowing away the smoke from the muzzle of the Heavenly Fire Judgment spear, Anan shook his head helplessly. It seemed there was no way to bring the Radiant Ship back.

"Don't think this is the end, Lancer." Gilgamesh, clad in his new Mythic Attire, emerged from the explosion. Although his aura had weakened slightly, his eyes shone even brighter, as if an invisible flame burned within them. "The real battle has only just begun."

A chilling killing intent erupted like a long-dormant volcano. The dark demon god, wielding a scarlet demon spear, his crimson eyes blazing with unparalleled madness, thrust it toward Anan's heart with lightning speed.

Anann narrowed his eyes slightly, wielding the Black Abyss to block Berserker's attack, while simultaneously raising the Heavenly Judgment in his other hand and pulling the trigger toward Berserker's head.

Upon seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, Berserker's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinholes.

boom--!!

The raging flames roared out like an angry dragon. At the last second, Berserker turned his head to avoid the fatal blow, but his shoulder was still hit. The armor made of sea monster bones was instantly pierced by the scorching heat, and the excruciating pain made his face twist involuntarily.

Swish swish swish—!!

A golden rain of swords descended, and Gilgamesh seemed to have no regard for his ally Berserker, recklessly hurling countless Noble Phantasms from the Babylonian vault. The continuous explosions of intense light dispelled the darkness and illuminated everything.

Even Yanan could hardly withstand such a level of bombardment, so he decisively activated the spatial power of the Thousand Worlds One Vehicle to escape from the area covered by the explosion.

On the other side, Cú Chulainn also escaped the blast radius thanks to his A+ level agility, but being betrayed by his own ally truly infuriated him. He glared at Gilgamesh with a grim expression and growled, "What do you mean by this, Gilgamesh!"

"Stop yelling, you mad dog." Gilgamesh glanced at him coldly. "I don't need useless trash as allies. If you don't show some strength, you can die with him."

"Tsk tsk, these two are really incompatible. I really don't know what their Master was thinking, putting them together. Aren't they afraid that these two will start fighting each other first?" Iskandar, standing on the chariot, crossed his arms and clicked his tongue.

He glanced at Saber, who remained motionless beside him, and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, aren't you an ally of Archer and the others? Are you just going to stand by and watch?"

Saber didn't even glance at Rider, saying indifferently, "Aren't you the one that guy hired to keep an eye on me? I bet the moment I make a move, you'll immediately pull me into your Reality Marble."

"Haha, as expected of the renowned King of Knights." Iskandar laughed and gave Saber a thumbs up. "In that case, let's see who will be the final victor in this battle."

Rider's voice wasn't quiet, but the three in the center of the battlefield ignored it, because they were now completely immersed in the battle and couldn't afford to be distracted.

Protected by the Star of Eden, Anan withstood the bombardment from Gilgamesh and charged straight toward Berserker. Although Gilgamesh seemed to be the easier opponent, with Berserker watching from the side, the chances of success were not high. In that case, it would be better to deal with this guy first.

The jet-black spear traced various eerie arcs in the air, constantly thrusting towards Berserker's vitals. The latter neither dodged nor evaded, but instead wielded his own crimson magic spear, deflecting Anan's attacks time and again.

The jet-black spear and the crimson demonic spear collided, sparking fiercely. The two fought like whirlwinds, their superb spear skills as effortless as eating and drinking. If there were a master of spear techniques present, they would immediately recognize that the two were using almost identical spear techniques.

"Haha! That's right! That's exactly how it should be! You really didn't disappoint me, Lancer!" Berserker's lips curled into a wild smile, and his crimson eyes burned with a frenzied fighting spirit like a scorching flame. Only now did he finally experience the long-lost joy of battle.

“Oh, right, Berserker, there’s something I forgot to tell you,” Yanan suddenly said. “In my last battle with 'you,' I actually won.”

"Is that so?" Berserker swung his magic spear wildly, using his powerful strength to force his opponent to retreat step by step. "But it looks like I've won this time."

“I haven’t finished yet.” A smile suddenly appeared on Yanan’s lips. “That time, I didn’t win simply because of my marksmanship.”

"What?" Berserker was slightly taken aback. Before he could react, a deep green light suddenly shot up from beneath his feet, and ancient runes seeped from the ground like blood. A vast and surging power spread out and imprisoned him in the blink of an eye.

"Primordial runes!?" Looking at these familiar characters, Berserker's eyes widened in astonishment. "When exactly...?"

"Hmph, they didn't even notice such a clumsy trap. A mad dog is a mad dog after all." Gilgamesh crossed his arms and sneered.

"Oh? Does that mean Berserker is going to be eliminated?" Rider stroked his thick beard, a look of interest in his eyes.

Saber's eyes flickered slightly as she quietly tightened her grip on the invisible sword in her hand.

Just when everyone thought Berserker would be eliminated, a strong magical energy suddenly emanated from him.

"Full release, show no mercy... Challenge despair to your heart's content, you beast that devours death's fangs [CurruidCoinchenn]!"

boom--!!

A massive magical storm swept out, instantly covering Berserker's hands and head with black and red armor. His entire body was filled with an indescribable heavy pressure. The two points of red light that peeked out from the gaps in the armor were no longer clear, but only a madness more pure than that of a beast.

This is Cú Chulainn's ultimate form as the Berserker, temporarily materializing the exoskeleton of the Red Sea monster that served as the prototype for his magic spear, abandoning wisdom and reason in exchange for absolute power, determined to completely crush the enemy before him!

"Roar--!!"

Berserker roared to the sky, its claws, sharp enough to rival Gaeberg's, slashing out with dazzling marks, instantly severing the primordial runes' restraints.

An even more ferocious killing intent emanated from him, and the red light in Berserker's eyes intensified. His body flashed slightly, transforming into a series of black and red afterimages, and he charged straight towards the nearest... Gilgamesh!

"You damned mad dog!" Gilgamesh was taken aback for a moment, then flew into a rage. He raised his hand and unleashed countless divine weapons from the Babylonian treasury, heading straight for Berserker.

However, with the help of [Avoidance of Loss], Berserker easily broke through Gilgamesh's offensive. Equipped with the sea monster armor, his speed not only did not decrease, but increased by more than double. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Gilgamesh, and his scarlet claws mercilessly fell on the golden king.

Gilgamesh had no time to dodge and was instantly sent flying. If he hadn't been wearing the Mythic Mystic Code, this single blow would have seriously injured him.

Berserker let out a joyful growl and continued charging toward Gilgamesh.

"asshole!"

The ancient hero-king roared, his dragon-like red eyes boiling with raging fury. Golden chains shot out from the ripples behind him, immediately binding Berserker tightly. Even with A+ strength and EX durability, the latter could not break free from these seemingly fragile chains.

"Open your eyes wide and see clearly who your enemy really is!"

Gilgamesh raised his hand and the Chains of Heaven lifted Berserker high, then hurled the frenzied beast toward Ananun as if throwing a bowling ball.

As the Berserker swooped down, Yanan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a strong aura of death suddenly emanated from his body.

"Liberate, Black Dragon Body [Niederhogg]!"

Chapter Thirty-Three: Defeating Berserker!

"Roar--!!!"

A majestic dragon roar echoed through the air, and a colossal shadow emerged behind Anan. It was a jet-black dragon, its massive body ancient and austere, its deep dragon eyes seemingly connecting to the abyss and hell, exuding a bone-chilling coldness and indifference. Its bony wings, which blotted out the sky, stretched to the horizon, as if to merge with the night and envelop the entire world.

Dark patterns climbed up Anan's body like mysterious totems. His black hair fell to his waist, and his eyes instantly transformed into inhuman vertical pupils. An astonishing aura of magic, accompanied by a terrifying power of death, spread out in a mighty wave. In an instant, the temperature within a radius of dozens of meters dropped sharply, creating a chilling and eerie atmosphere, as if the legendary ghost realm had descended upon the human world.

“That is…” Saber’s pupils contracted slightly as she looked at the black dragon behind Anaene.

"The despairing dragon that devours the world... I never expected that the power of this legendary dragon would reside within him." Iskandar stroked his chin, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "It seems this battle is getting more and more interesting."

"Hmph, in the end he's nothing but a bastard." Gilgamesh sneered, but a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

Sensing this incredibly powerful aura, Berserker did not hesitate at all. Instead, the red light in his eyes intensified, and an astonishing killing intent emanated from him. His scarlet claws, like those of a giant dragon, madly thrust towards Anan.

With a cold glint in his dark pupils, Anan stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding. The black dragon's heart pounded rapidly, and immense magical power surged into his limbs and bones like an endless river, pushing his strength to its limit. He clenched his fists tightly and swung them out with incredible speed, colliding with the scarlet claws time and time again.

Bang bang clang clang—! ! !

It was clearly a pure physical collision, yet the sound it produced was like the clash of metal, and you could even see dazzling sparks flying and leaping.

Anan and Cú Chulainn were swinging their fists wildly, their speed far exceeding the limits of human vision. Only black and red afterimages could be seen colliding with each other, and the splashed magic power transformed into visible shockwaves that spread in all directions.

The power of these magical aftershocks is no less than that of a C-rank magic missile; even solid steel can only be mercilessly torn apart in the face of this power!

This is a battle beyond human comprehension, as if ancient giants have reappeared!

The other Masters who were observing the battlefield through their familiars were utterly dumbfounded by what they saw. When did Lancer become able to directly compete with Berserker in terms of physical strength?!

However, this is a true contest between top-tier Servants. Their very existence is a symbol of absolute power. Other slightly weaker Servants, let alone participate, would be either killed or maimed by the aftershocks of the battle if they even got a little close.

"So this guy actually held back that day." Iskandar clicked his tongue. If Berserker had charged into his [Army of Kings] in this manner that night, he would probably be beheaded by now.

Saber's eyes showed obvious seriousness. Although she looked petite, her physical strength was not weak, thanks to the large amount of magic generated by the red dragon's heart. However, compared with the two monsters in front of her, she was like a small witch seeing a great wizard.

If she were to go up and join the battle, she probably wouldn't last three minutes before being defeated.

"Hmph, a boring, barbaric game." Gilgamesh crossed his arms, his face full of disdain, making no attempt to hide his contempt for this primitive way of fighting.

He didn't take this opportunity to attack Yanan, not because he was deliberately holding back, but because the Berserker had completely gone mad and couldn't distinguish friend from foe. If he attacked now, he might attract the mad dog's attention to him.

So it would be better to let this mad dog wear down Lancer's stamina and magic first, and then when the time is right, he can personally take action and deliver the final verdict for Lancer.

Revenge is the strongest liquor. Imagining Lancer dying at his hands, a pleased smile slowly appeared on Gilgamesh's lips.

"Roar--!!"

Berserker let out a low, inhuman growl, and behind him, a colossal beastly shadow, seemingly formed from solidified azure seawater, appeared. Its posture was filled with the majesty of a sea god. It opened its mouth and roared silently forward, transmitting a heavy pressure like a raging storm.

Behind Yanan, a massive black dragon phantom also appeared, its dark vertical pupils coldly staring at the surging beast before it. Its vast dragon might swept down, clashing with the enemy without showing any weakness.

The azure sea beast and the jet-black dragon faced off against each other. Watching this scene, the onlookers had a momentary illusion, as if the creatures battling before them were not human Servants, but giant beasts that had stepped out of mythology into reality.

However, the battle-experienced Saber and others knew very well that the appearance of such an anomaly meant that the battle between Lancer and Berserker had gradually entered a heated stage, and both sides had no more scruples and were unleashing their power without restraint.

In the fierce battle, both Anahn and Berserker sustained injuries, but with the help of the Black Abyss White Flower and runes, these injuries were quickly healed. Both maintained EX-rank mana and EX-rank endurance, meaning they wouldn't feel fatigued no matter how long the battle lasted until their Noble Phantasms ended.

From this perspective alone, the battle has undoubtedly become a protracted tug-of-war. However, compared to Berserker, who has completely fallen into madness and whose other Noble Phantasms are sealed, Anan not only maintains a clear mind, but also—

He can still use the rest of his Noble Phantasms.