In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Ha, forget it. I am the proud conqueror Iskandar. If it were an ordinary Holy Grail, it would be fine, but since it has become something like that, it has no meaning." Iskandar laughed without any regret. "I don't want to tarnish my domineering nature because of something like that."

"Heh, as expected of you."

Yanan shook his head and smiled, when suddenly Kenneth's slightly grave voice echoed in his mind: "Something terrible has happened, Lancer."

Kenneth then recounted the entire incident to Anahn at top speed.

"So that's how it is. Tokiomi Tohsaka has been corrupted by the R'lyeh Text and wants to summon the Great Old Ones here?"

A hint of seriousness appeared in Anaen's eyes. If Tokiomi Tohsaka were to succeed, not only Fuyuki City, but the entire world would be plunged into crisis.

Just then, the strange spell that filled the sky suddenly changed, and then black mud, like a tide, flowed continuously from the hole of the Holy Grail, flowing upwards in a way that defied the laws of physics. In the blink of an eye, it covered most of the sky, a dark and oppressive expanse, like inverted lava.

Even just by looking at it, one could clearly sense the immense evil and curse contained within the black mud, which was even deeper than the night. Upon seeing this, Saber finally extinguished any remaining illusions in her heart.

The Greater Grail's magic, accumulated over sixty years, dissipated along with [all the evil of this world]. Subsequently, the hole hanging in the sky gradually closed, and the eerie spell constructed with the power of the R'lyeh Text rose into the sky, merging with the black mud.

As if a switch had been flipped, the center of the black mud suddenly collapsed inward, and the rest of the black mud was stirred by an invisible force, collapsing towards the center like a vortex and flowing into an unknown space.

An indescribable, heavy pressure emanated from the collapse, accompanied by a flash of lightning and a fierce wind, as if the entire world was trembling at the impending presence.

"Hahahaha!! It's a success! The ritual has finally succeeded!!" Tokiomi Tohsaka stared fervently at the black mud vortex in the sky, waving his arms and legs like a madman, his face full of fanaticism, and shouted, "Descend, great Great Old One, it's time to show this world your supreme power!"

call out!

Suddenly, the scale of time stretched infinitely, and a dark figure rushed out from the depths of the dense forest with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, it rushed behind Tokiomi Tohsaka and stabbed the latter's heart with a dagger without any mercy.

However, at that moment, the R'lyeh Text in Tokiomi Tohsaka's hand ignored the constraints of time and began to turn on its own, unleashing a surge of immense energy that instantly blasted the attacker away.

"I knew you were here, Assassin." Tokiomi Tohsaka turned around, looked at the mysterious hooded man, and said with disdain, "Trying to ambush me when I'm not paying attention? You're too naive. Under the protection of the great Great Old Ones, your little tricks are completely useless against me."

Kiritsugu Emiya looked at Assassin with suspicion and uncertainty. The scene just now was all too familiar to him.

His gaze shifted slightly downwards, looking at the seemingly ordinary knife in Assassin's hand, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinholes.

How could that be? That knife isn't...

Assassin remained silent, not uttering a word, but simply picked up his weapon, preparing to launch another attack.

“It’s no use. If taking action could solve the problem, I would have done it already,” Kenneth said in a deep voice. “Leaving aside whether you can break through the protection of the R'lyeh text, the ritual is already complete. Even if you do manage to kill it, you can’t stop that thing from descending.”

Assassin turned to Kenneth, and after a moment of silence, asked in a hoarse voice, "So what do we do now?"

"The only way now..." Kenneth looked at the vortex in the sky, "is to send that thing back."

"Heh, I thought the learned Lord El-Melloi would come up with some brilliant plan, but in the end, it was just a futile effort. No, to be more precise, your behavior should be called courting death, right?" Tokiomi Tohsaka sneered, showing great disdain for Kenneth's wishful thinking.

"Hmph, don't joke around. I am the ninth patriarch of the Archibald family, how could I possibly die in a place like this? Besides..." Kenneth raised his right hand, the two Command Seals on the back of his hand radiating bright light, "I'm waiting to go back and get married!"

Rumble—!!!

Suddenly, the vortex spun much faster than before, the wind howled, silver snakes danced wildly, and the thick black mud hung heavily on the horizon, as if it would fall at any moment and submerge the entire world.

In this apocalyptic scene, at the collapsed point leading to the unknown, jet-black and crimson tentacles, comparable to skyscrapers, slowly emerged, engraved with numerous mysterious and intricate patterns, twisting and turning like pythons.

The moment Saber saw the patterns on those tentacles, she was immediately struck by a murmured voice that seemed to come from nowhere. It was sometimes fine, sometimes sharp, sometimes ethereal, sometimes alluring, sometimes manic, and sometimes insane. Even though she couldn't understand the meaning of these murmurs, her brain couldn't help but want to listen and try to understand them.

Suddenly, her head began to throb with pain, as if a thousand steel needles had pierced it. Her thoughts were churning like bubbles, trying to break free of her brain's constraints. A mix of emotions overwhelmed her, making her feel restless and impatient, and she had an urge to destroy everything in front of her.

Rdier was slightly better off than Saber, but judging from his hands gripping the edge of the chariot tightly and his eyes that were sometimes clear and sometimes confused, he was not having an easy time either.

Two crimson feathers fell from the void, gently merging into Saber and Rider's heads. In an instant, all the whispers and murmurs receded like the tide, and the two quickly regained their senses.

"Thanks, Lancer." Rider rubbed his slightly throbbing temples, looked at the twisted, dark red tentacles in the sky, and shook his head with a wry smile. "I didn't expect that just one look would almost make me lose my temper. This thing looks much more exciting than that ugly monster from back then."

"The ugly monster you speak of is nothing but trash in front of this guy. This is a real, genuine god." Anan stared at the thick tentacles dancing in the sky, his face revealing obvious solemnity.

Kshira is the daughter of Cthulhu, the Lord of R'lyeh, and Id Ya, the Queen of Soth. She is a true Great Old One, possessing power far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. If she were to descend upon this planet, the entire world would perish in no time.

Therefore, no matter what, we absolutely must not let this guy arrive!

He took a deep breath and raised the Heavenly Fire Greatsword in his hand. At the same time, Kenneth also raised his right hand.

"Use all Command Seals to order Lancer to take that guy back at all costs!"

With two consecutive Command Seals, the magical power within Anahn surged like a rocket, instantly breaking through the limits that his body could contain. He channeled the excess magical power into the Skyfire Greatsword in his hand.

Replenished with magic, the Heavenly Fire Greatsword once again burst into flames. The crimson blade underwent a rapid transformation amidst the swirling flames, emanating an aura of destruction akin to that of a god of war.

Heavenly Fire Greatsword - Annihilation Form!

Kiritsugu Emiya took a deep breath and raised his right hand as well, the three Command Seals on the back of his hand simultaneously radiating a dazzling light.

"Use all Command Spells to command, Saber, to assist Lancer in stopping that guy's arrival!"

The jet-black Aurora Sword instantly erupted with an incredibly strong magical aura. Feeling this immense power, Saber's lips curled into a slight smile.

"I'll listen to you this once, since you finally acted like a real man."

Holding their fully unleashed Noble Phantasms, Anan and Saber exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

"King's Hammer, Aurora Reversed, be swallowed by the light! ExculiburMorgan!!"

"Behold the radiance of a star's final demise, Heavenly Fire, Cataclysm!"

A surging, dark pillar of light and a destructive storm of flames swept out, intertwining and mercilessly tearing apart the void in their path, heading straight for the tentacles in the sky.

The wildly flailing, jet-black and crimson tentacles seemed to sense something, and they all intertwined, forming an incredibly thick cone that collided with the oncoming pillar of light and flames.

For a fleeting moment, time and space seemed to stand still, and then—

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

A terrifying roar, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in, resounded through the void. Blazing flames spread in all directions, instantly evaporating all the black mud. The dark and deep night sky was covered by a fiery red curtain of fire, like a sunset. If an ordinary person were to witness this scene, they would probably wonder whether they were in reality or in a myth.

But no one present had any interest in appreciating the magnificent scene; all eyes were fixed on the center, anxiously awaiting the final result.

Was it a success... or a failure?

As the fiery clouds gradually dissipated, the true view of the sky was finally revealed to everyone once again.

The black mud, which was several times thinner than before, was still slowly rotating in the sky. At the center of the collapse, most of the original pitch-black and blood-red tentacles had disappeared. The remaining parts also had traces of burns and bombardment of varying degrees. Although it looked extremely miserable, its vitality was still vigorous.

Seeing this, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had nearly suffered a cardiac arrest from the previous attack, breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a maniacal smile returned to his face: "Useless! Before the all-ruling sovereign, all your tricks are nothing but pointless gimmicks, utterly incapable of posing a threat to the great Great Old One! Despair, tremble, wail! Soon, the supreme Lord will descend and bring final judgment upon this world!"

Clearly, as the activity of the R'lyeh texts further intensifies, Tokiomi Tohsaka's corruption also deepens. He has now completely forgotten his original purpose and has become a slave to R'lyeh.

Yanan frowned deeply. That attack was the maximum power his body could muster. If even that couldn't eliminate Kshira, then he would truly be helpless.

It seems the only option is to activate the main body.

He slowly exhaled, preparing to summon his true form using himself as a coordinate, when suddenly a faint, distant voice reached his ears:

"Ouch—it hurts! This world is so dangerous, it's not fun at all. I don't want to come here anymore, I want to go home."

He looked up in astonishment and saw those thick, dark red tentacles intertwined, slowly pushing back towards the center of the vortex.

What kind of bizarre turn of events is this?

If the others were just a little confused at this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka was practically going crazy!

A mighty Old One, actually chickened out because he was afraid of pain!?

Are you fucking kidding me?!

"Please wait! Great Ruler, please believe me, there is no power in this world that can stop you, as long as you..."

Before Tokiomi Tohsaka could finish speaking, the R'lyeh Script in his hand suddenly opened on its own, and jet-black and blood-red tentacles emerged from it, instantly binding him and forcibly dragging him into the book.

"I almost forgot about you, you liar who tricked me into coming here. Humph, Dad said you can't be soft-hearted when dealing with liars. Just wait and see how I punish you."

Kshira gave a pleasant hum and squeezed the rest of her body into the vortex, leaving this world forever.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Final Battle of Kings!

As the vortex in the sky slowly disappeared, an eerie silence fell over the scene.

No one expected that this seemingly insurmountable crisis would end in such a way.

This absurd feeling is like you're wearing top-tier gear when you enter a dungeon, finally manage to defeat the mobs, and are all geared up for a real 1v1 with the final boss, only to find that the one standing in front of you is a level 1 slime.

"Is this the Tohsaka family's ancestral tendency to mess things up?" Anan rubbed his forehead and gave a helpless bitter smile. The R'lyeh Text could connect to all the evil gods of the Cthulhu race, but Tohsaka Tokiomi just had to choose the capricious Kshira.

Despite making such thorough preparations, all his efforts were in vain, and he was even betrayed by his teammates. In the end, all he could do was sigh and say, "This is probably Tokiomi Tohsaka's fate."

"Hmm, this is truly an unexpected development even for me." Rider stroked his chin, glancing at Saber and Anun. "So, what do we do next? Should we continue fighting?"

“There is no need to fight anymore.” Yanan crossed his arms and shook his head. “The Holy Grail has stored up its magic for 60 years and has been completely drained. It is no longer possible to grant wishes. At most, we will disappear from this world in a day.”

Tokiomi Tohsaka forcibly summoned the Holy Grail using the R'lyeh Text, and then used all of its magical power and [all the evil of this world] as a sacrifice to attract Kshira, which was essentially tantamount to prematurely announcing the end of the Holy Grail War.

The only function of the Holy Grail now is to gather the souls of the seven Servants to unlock the Root, but this does not benefit these Heroic Spirits, so why fight them to the death?

Moreover, since the Greater Grail has ceased to function, these Servants have lost their foundation for existence, and at most, they will be forcibly sent back to the Throne of Heroes within a day.

“Well, that’s true, but sometimes the purpose of war isn’t just about the spoils. Isn’t there a unique flavor to enjoying the process of conquest?” Rider stood majestically on his chariot, his rugged voice booming like a bell. “We were once invincible heroes, and only the battlefield is our true home!”

With a whoosh, he drew his Cypriot sword from his waist, pointing it straight at Anan: "Prepare yourself, King Arthur, this is a challenge from Iskandar, the Conqueror, a war of honor, a war of faith, and the final one—"

"Battle of Kings!"

The howling wind made Rider's cloak flutter loudly, and his tiger eyes burned with a blazing fire that was so bright that it was hard to look directly at him.

After a moment of silence—

"Oh......."

A slight smile curved Yanan's lips as he raised his head, his dark pupils fixed unwaveringly on Iskandar:

"In that case, I accept this challenge."

"Rest assured, King of Conquerors, I guarantee that I will grant you the most magnificent death."

"Haha, Lancer, don't underestimate the bond I've forged with my unparalleled army!" Iskandar laughed heartily, driving the Divine Wheels away into the distance, leaving only a faint echo. "Until the very end, the outcome is still uncertain!"

Anan silently watched Rider's departing figure, when suddenly a cold voice reached his ears: "As expected of the King of Conquerors, I finally understand why he possesses such a Noble Phantasm."

He turned to Saber and chuckled, "What, are you envious?"

“There’s nothing to envy. He has his path to kingship, and I have mine. I’ve simply chosen a different path from his,” Saber said calmly.