In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

A crimson feather suddenly fell from the void, and an invisible spiritual power spread. Even Berserker, whose consciousness had completely fallen into chaos, couldn't help but stop in his tracks for a moment, and the two red lights dimmed slightly.

Taking this opportunity, Yanan clenched his fist, bent his spine, and then suddenly straightened it. A simple straight punch, enhanced by A+ level muscle strength, tore through the air like a sword, carrying a powerful punch wind straight towards Berserker's heart.

Like a cannonball going off, Berserker instantly lost control of his body, his entire body flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

This long-planned punch not only inflicted severe injuries on Berserker's body, but also damaged his Spirit Origin, rendering him unable to maintain his Noble Phantasm. His sea monster armor dissipated completely, and his aura became extremely weak.

The outcome of this battle is already decided.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Battle of Masters

Let's rewind ten minutes.

As the battle between Anahn and Berserker intensified, above Ryudouji Temple, on a high vantage point near the summit of Enzoji Mountain with a wide field of vision and good concealment, Kiritsugu Emiya was using his expensive Walther WA2000 bullpup sniper rifle and PV4 night vision binoculars to observe the battlefield.

Although the Holy Grail War has only been going on for four days, tonight is clearly the final battle. Before coming here, he had Maiya secretly bring Irisviel to the new Metropolitan Hall. No matter what the final outcome is, at least they still have the Lesser Grail as their trump card.

To be honest, Kiritsugu Emiya had already tried his best to elevate Lancer's reputation before this, but looking at that imposing, dark figure, his mood still became somewhat heavy.

He never imagined that the spearmen, known for their agility and skill, could one day be evenly matched with the Berserker in melee combat. This absurd feeling was as bizarre as suddenly discovering that there was another version of himself in the world.

Kiritsugu Emiya frowned slightly, wondering why he had suddenly had such a thought.

However, he didn't dwell on it too much and quickly put those pointless thoughts behind him, continuing with his previous train of thought.

In terms of Noble Phantasms, he's on par with Gilgamesh, who wields the Gate of Babylon; in terms of power and skill, he's on par with the Irish Prince of Light; he possesses a Noble Phantasm for attacking cities, just like Saber; and he even wields primordial runes that many magus might never comprehend in their entire lives. This King Arthur from another world is practically an omnipotent monster, and even now, he doesn't know if his opponent has any other trump cards up his sleeve.

Without a doubt, Lancer is undoubtedly the strongest Servant in this Holy Grail War. In a one-on-one situation, no single Servant can match him. Even when facing Archer and Berserker, two exceptional Servants, at the same time, he still seems to be in complete control.

However, this also includes the factor that Archer and Berserker have mutual distrust and do not truly cooperate.

Logically speaking, the best way to fight against such a Servant is to gradually erode his mana through a war of attrition. After all, it's obvious to everyone that while Lancer is strong, his mana consumption is also terrifying. As long as you drag the fight out until his mana is exhausted, you can naturally achieve victory.

But the key point is that Lancer's Master is the monarch from the Clock Tower, a man whose wealth is comparable to that of the entire Einzbern family. Kiritsugu Emiya doesn't believe that the other party wouldn't have considered this situation. It can be seen from Lancer's unbridled offensive that the other party has not cared about the issue of mana consumption at all.

If Saber could also participate in the battle, she might be able to defeat Lancer, but unfortunately there is also Rdier watching from the sidelines, giving Saber no chance to make a move.

Kiritsugu Emiya had a vague feeling that Archer and Berserker alone were unlikely to defeat Lancer.

Since direct confrontation is not an option, we have no choice but to resort to unorthodox methods.

He turned his gun around, searching for Lancer's Master. He was convinced that the proud man would never choose to retreat at this time; he would surely appear on this battlefield.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya searched all possible hiding places but still found nothing. Just as doubts began to creep into his mind, a confident and arrogant voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

"So you really are here, hyena."

Kiritsugu Emiya felt a chill run down his spine; a deadly sense of crisis gripped his heart like the cold claws of a demon, sending shivers down his spine.

“Timealter—tripleacce!!”

Without any hesitation, the Magician Killer's extensive combat experience allowed him to immediately activate his Time Control and increase it to three times the speed. Although this would cause great damage to his body, it was a negligible price to pay when it came to his life.

Blood was burning, heart was pounding, and Kiritsugu Emiya dodged away from his spot with superhuman speed. Almost at the same time, the mercury whip blades slashed down, leaving several deep marks on the ground in an instant, and even the extremely expensive Walther WA2000 was cut into a pile of scrap metal.

But Kiritsugu Emiya had no time to feel sorry for him, because Kenneth's next words made his heart clench once again.

"Is it a time-limited control technique? That is indeed a very advanced magic technique. However, even the strongest magic has its weaknesses. Once you understand that, it is easy to overcome it."

As a result of the Time Control System, the Emiya family has been exploring magic related to time manipulation for generations. Logically, the accumulated results should be imprinted on the magic crests of Kiritsugu Emiya, the fifth-generation heir of the Emiya family. However, due to the accident, these magic crests were taken back by the Clock Tower. Even though Natalia Kaminski, who later became Kiritsugu's adoptive mother and mentor, negotiated with the Mage's Association, Kiritsugu Emiya only inherited 20% of these magic crests. The remaining 80% is still under the control of the Clock Tower.

After learning about Kiritsugu Emiya's abilities from Anaen, Kenneth searched through the Mage's Association's research on Time Control over the years and had already devised a method to counter this advanced magic.

He threw out four precious gems containing powerful magic without any pity. They traced different but exaggerated parabolic arcs in the air and landed on the ground, forming a square.

A ruby, a blue crystal, a topaz, and an emerald—the moment they landed, all four gems simultaneously shone with a magical luster. Vast magical power surged forth. The ruby ​​released terrifying heat, the blue crystal exuded extreme cold, the topaz brought heavy pressure, and the emerald stirred up a dry, raging wind. The four basic elements that make up the world were reshaped here, transforming this space into a small world completely different from the outside world.

Clearly, this is a rather advanced magical barrier, and one can even glimpse traces of an inherent barrier within it. The moment the barrier takes shape, Kenneth will become the absolute ruler of this world.

Kiritsugu Emiya's breath hitched slightly. He gritted his teeth, using enhancement magic to boost his physical abilities, then held his breath and charged forward. His only chance of survival now was to break through before the barrier took shape; any hesitation before then would mean certain death.

The scorching air burned his skin, the chilling cold froze his joints, the heavy pressure suddenly doubled the burden on his body, and the fierce wind made it impossible for him to open his eyes. The power of this technique was truly terrifying. Even before it was fully activated, it had already suppressed Kiritsugu Emiya, who had activated his Time Control Technique.

It was too late. At their current speed, there was no way they could escape before the barrier was completed. A hint of despair appeared in Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes. He had just found a glimmer of hope to save the world, was he going to fall here?

Swish swish swish—!!

Suddenly, three black keys shot out from the depths of the forest, striking the ruby ​​precisely and shattering it instantly.

The fluctuations of magic gradually subsided, and the process of the barrier was interrupted. Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Kiritsugu Emiya immediately broke free from the barrier's coverage area.

Kenneth frowned slightly as he looked at the broken ruby. He turned around and watched as a young man dressed in clergy robes and an elegant nobleman in a burgundy suit, holding a ruby ​​scepter, slowly emerged from the depths of the woods.

“Interesting.” Kenneth put his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant and confident. “It seems you were prepared all along.”

"Please forgive me, Lord." Tokiomi Tohsaka smiled elegantly, the ruby ​​scepter in his hand flickering with intense flames. "This is for the necessary victory."

"Tosaka, one of the three families that once built the Holy Grail system, I never thought he would stoop so low as to cooperate with a low-class guy like the Magician Killer?" Kenneth glanced at Kiritsugu Emiya, who was pulling a submachine gun from behind a rock, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "In that case, I will show you what a magician's dignity is. Be grateful for my great kindness."

Rat-a-tat-tat—!!

Kiritsugu Emiya expressionlessly pulled the trigger, unleashing a torrent of bullets amidst frenzied flames and rapid flashes.

Kenneth raised his hand and a glistening stream of mercury shot up from the ground, forming a screen in front of him and blocking all the bullets.

The black keys thrown by Kirei Kotomine and the flames hurled by Tokiomi Tohsaka were all blocked by this viscous mercury, like the most solid barrier in the world.

"Useless. My magical artifact is invincible. That's the difference between a genius and a mediocre one," Kenneth sneered. "Enjoy the despair. I'll make sure you die without any pain. Dilectusincursio (Auto-Attack)."

The silvery-white fluid roared out like a raging dragon, splitting into three streams that rushed toward Kiritsugu Emiya, Kirei Kotomine, and Tokiomi Tohsaka respectively, transforming into various weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds to relentlessly attack the enemy.

This is the time!

Kiritsugu Emiya's gaze suddenly sharpened. He used his innate ability to dodge the Moon Essence Liquid's attack, and at the same time, he took out an ordinary single-shot pistol from his pocket and pulled the trigger at Kenneth.

The moment the bullet fired, his heart relaxed. Any magician hit by that bullet would definitely...

boom!

The flowing mercury transformed into a heavy hammer, mercilessly striking his lower abdomen. Kiritsugu Emiya instantly lost control of his body and crashed into a tree trunk, coughing up blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“A very clever trick. It seems those magicians didn’t die simply because they were stupid.” Kenneth stood unharmed, dark green patterns appearing on the mercury surrounding him. “But unfortunately, your good luck ends here.”

Chapter Thirty-Five: Heavenly Fire VS. Divergence

While the battle between the four Masters was raging, on the other main battlefield, the battle between the Servants was also reaching another peak.

After defeating Berserker, Anan was preparing to finish him off in one fell swoop when several high-quality blades suddenly attacked, forcing him to retreat.

Anan raised an eyebrow slightly as he glanced at the divine weapon stuck in the ground, then turned to look at Gilgamesh atop the distant palace: "I didn't expect you to actually save him."

"Don't joke around. I'm just here to personally punish this rebellious traitor." The Golden King sneered, his ruby-like vertical pupils revealing a coldness like a dragon and a snake. "Once I've dealt with you, I will naturally give him the punishment he deserves."

“I’m sorry, your ambitions—” Yanan stomped his foot, and his EX-level magic power erupted instantly. The ground within a meter radius immediately crumbled and cracked. The powerful reaction force propelled his body to appear in front of Gilgamesh as if by teleportation. The jet-black spear, exuding a strong aura of death, slashed down mercilessly. “It’s no longer possible to realize them.”

Gilgamesh's pupils suddenly contracted. At the critical moment, an incomparably magnificent pure white sword emerged from the golden ripples behind him, transforming into a barrier that protected Gilgamesh.

boom! !

Like the cracking sound of shattering glass, under Anan's merciless and violent blows, even the "Angel's Sword" Durandal, which grants its user divine protection, could only withstand it for a brief moment before crumbling into countless fragments.

However, for Gilgamesh, a demigod, this buffer time was more than enough. He reached into the Gate of Babylon and took out a nine-pronged vajra, surrounded by divine lightning, emanating extraordinary magical energy.

"Although I disdain remembering the names of the treasures in the treasury, there are always a few things that are special enough to leave an impression on me." Gilgamesh grinned maliciously and loudly proclaimed the true name of the Noble Phantasm in his hand: "Vajra, the Thunder of Indra!"

Vajra, the thunder of Indra, is the representative weapon of Indra, the god of thunder and rain in ancient Indian mythology. It is a supreme weapon made by the craftsman Tashta using the bones of the holy sage Tathagata. Its power is so great that it can even destroy the evil dragon Vritra, which has left many Ming capitals helpless.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

Golden lightning surged wildly, unleashing a torrent of violent power that transformed the surrounding ten-meter radius into a sea of ​​thunder. The divine power was on full display at this moment, as if the heavens were unleashing their fury.

The raging divine lightning relentlessly bombarded Anan. Even with the blessing of the Black Dragon Body, he could not resist the power of nature. In just an instant, he was blasted to pieces, blood flowed freely, and his body was charred black. You could even faintly smell the aroma of roasted meat.

However, a powerful life force suddenly surged from his body, instantly healing all his injuries. The charred skin peeled off, revealing smooth skin without a trace of scars, even more delicate than before.

"Your vitality is truly remarkable." Gilgamesh's expression darkened slightly. "How about we try this?"

With a wave of his hand, a jet-black demonic sword shot out from the Babylonian vault. Terrifying cursed power condensed into visible black mist that swirled around the sword. Its mournful howl, like that of a demon, resounded throughout the heavens and earth, as if the entire world had dimmed at that moment.

Dainslef, a legendary sword that "once drawn, will never take a life or return to its sheath," is shrouded in a powerful curse that possesses the terrifying power to bring destruction. Any wielder will be tainted by this curse and meet their end.

As the demonic sword hurtled towards him, Anan's dark, vertical pupils remained as calm as a still lake. He calmly extended his palm and steadily grasped the terrifying sword in his hand.

The power of the curse erupted instantly, and the black mist swirling around the sword lunged at Anan like a hyena smelling carrion. However, at that moment, pitch-black flames suddenly burst forth from Anan's body, instantly incinerating the black mist as if it had never existed.

Gilgamesh couldn't help but show a hint of astonishment. Even as a demigod, he dared not touch Dasethin's curse power. What method did this guy use to expel it?

“Such a small toy can’t pose a threat to me at all. Show me your true trump card, Gilgamesh.” Anan casually tossed aside the now gray and dull cursed sword, his dark dragon eyes coldly fixed on Gilgamesh. “Otherwise, you’ll never have another chance.”

Gilgamesh's face immediately turned ugly, and his crimson vertical pupils burned with boiling rage: "Since you are so eager to die, I will grant your wish!"

The doors of the Babylonian vault opened once more, and a strangely shaped golden key appeared. Gilgamesh reached out and grasped it, and countless magical circuits, like gnarled branches, spread upwards before converging again. When all the commotion subsided, Gilgamesh held a strangely shaped divine sword that exuded immense power in his hand.

It cleaves through nothingness to create the sky, and pierces through the sky to return to nothingness; a power symbolizing beginning and end, it can only be used by the King of Uruk who inherits the divine essence. This is the sword that cleaves the world, named after the creator god in Mesopotamian mythology—Ea!

Feeling the power of this divine weapon, which was in no way inferior to Excalibur, Anan couldn't help but reveal a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

“I must admit, Lancer, you are indeed a formidable opponent. You are the second person to make me feel so troubled.” Gilgamesh’s dragon-like red eyes narrowed slightly. “To show my respect for you, I will grant you the most magnificent death.”

He pointed the sword of Divergence at Anan, and said in a low voice:

"The time for punishment has come! The sword that will cleave the world is my Ea! Behold! 'EnumaElish, the Star of Heaven and Earth'!!"

boom--!!!

The terrifying and vast crimson magic erupted instantly like a surging tide, and the resulting magical storm caused space to distort irregularly, the earth to crack inch by inch, and all life to be extinguished. In the face of this absolute power, even gods could only perish!

Yanan took a deep breath, and the Black Abyss in his hand instantly transformed into the Heavenly Fire Greatsword, which was burning with raging flames. The enormous magical power generated by the Black Dragon's heart was continuously poured into it, making the greatsword shine even brighter, as if a sun was hidden within it.

He swung his greatsword down heavily, the resounding sound echoing through the heavens and earth:

"Heavenly Fire, unsheathe!"

Chapter Thirty-Six: One Against Two

Endless, scorching flames swept out in a mighty torrent, like a fiery cloud, rising with a temperature comparable to the sun, as if to burn the entire world to ashes, and instantly collided with the oncoming magical storm.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and then—

boom--!!!

A terrifying, earth-shattering sound soared into the sky, and in an instant, it seemed as if the entire world trembled. At the center of the collision between the two forces, a strange singularity formed, and terrifying and vast magical fluctuations swept wildly in all directions, mercilessly crushing everything around them.