In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

However, Archer just looked down at the ground, seemingly absent-minded.

"What's wrong, Archer?" Vlad III asked, puzzled. "Is something amiss?"

“I have a question,” Archer raised his head and looked up at Danic, “What is the source of your magic?”

Danic's face immediately froze.

The magic of the [Thousand Worlds Tree] clan originates from the artificial life forms created by Gorde using the technology of the Einzbern clan. These androids carry magic circuits from the moment they are created, making them the most efficient magic batteries. This is also one of the preparations made by the [Thousand Worlds Tree] clan for this war.

It is precisely because of the energy supplied by these artificial life forms that Servants can unleash their full potential on the battlefield.

However, the shrewd and calculating Danic could tell that the noble Greek hero seemed somewhat dissatisfied with this.

“Even if they are artificial humans,” Archer said expressionlessly to Danic, his voice flat, yet emanating a dangerous aura, “they are still human, aren’t they?”

Vlad III, seated high on his throne, narrowed his eyes and stared at Archer without uttering a word.

At this moment, even the most oblivious person would sense that something was amiss.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. This unexpected development caught Danic off guard. Clearly, if he couldn't give a satisfactory answer, the great Greek hero would not let the matter pass easily.

Archer is one of the most powerful Servants they summoned in this Holy Grail War. If they anger him, it will be a huge blow to the Yggdrasil clan.

"That depends on how you define humanity, Hercules." A calm voice suddenly rang out, and everyone turned their gaze to the black-haired, black-eyed youth.

"These androids may have human appearances, but in the end, they are nothing more than tools disguised as humans. Such things should not have been uncommon in your time, such as golems and puppets." Ananon smiled as he looked at Hercules. "In my opinion, one must at least possess a true will of their own to be considered a true human being, don't you think?"

Hercules frowned slightly. Although he felt there was something wrong with Rider's words, he couldn't find any reason to refute them.

Looking at the expressionless, vacant-eyed androids around him, he sighed softly in his heart, suppressed his imposing aura, and nodded: "What you said does make sense."

Danic secretly breathed a sigh of relief and gave Yanan a grateful look.

“Um, Rider.” Fiore, sitting in her wheelchair, suddenly raised her hand, her large eyes filled with obvious curiosity. “Do you have an ability like [seeing through true names]?”

Everyone was slightly taken aback, and then suddenly remembered that Rider had revealed Archer's real name without Archer revealing his identity.

"Well, I guess so," Yanan said with a smile, stroking his chin.

A look of immense joy immediately appeared in Danic's eyes. Being able to see through a Servant's true name was an extraordinary ability!

For Servants, their true name is information that must be concealed as much as possible. After all, no matter how famous a hero is, most of them end up with a tragic death.

Revealing your real name is tantamount to exposing the fatal weakness that could lead to your own death.

If someone is poisoned, then you just need to find a way to poison them; if someone is shot with an arrow, then you just need to shoot an arrow at them; if a specific part of their body is a weak point, then you just need to target that point.

Even if no fatal weakness can be found, heroes with dragon genes are not good at dealing with dragon-slaying weapons; even if they don't happen to have such a weapon, as long as the information is leaked to other owners, they are likely to be targeted with countermeasures.

Of course, there are also heroic spirits whose true names can be revealed without any impact, but even so, knowing their abilities is still a very valuable piece of information.

If they could know the true names of the Red Team's Servants, it would be equivalent to them gaining the initiative in this war in advance. At that time, they would only need to make targeted adjustments, and their chances of winning would increase by at least 30%!

"Fate is on my side this time!" Danic couldn't help but exclaim.

Only Saber's Master, Gordes, looked somewhat grim. Seeing through her true name meant that Saber's weakness had been completely exposed.

“No need to worry, Master. Rider is our ally. He won’t reveal our intelligence to the enemy,” Siegfried reassured him.

"Nonsense, do you think I don't know about this?" Gold said irritably. What he was really worried about was the internal strife within the Black faction after the war with the Red faction ended.

But what can be done? Who would have thought that a mere cavalryman would possess the ability to [see through true names]? It's as unbelievable as having a [realm barrier].

There was nothing else to do but take it one step at a time... Gold sighed inwardly.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the Master and his Servants left the [Royal Chamber] and returned to their respective rooms.

In the room, decorated with a distinctly girlish style, Fiore looked at the towering figure before her and said somewhat nervously:

"Hello, I am your Master. My name is Fiore. Nice to meet you."

Archer crouched down, looking directly at his Master, a hint of gentleness in his eyes: "Thank you, Fiore. As your Servant, I will perform well and live up to the name of Hercules."

“Yes, I believe you.” Fiore smiled sweetly, showing her complete trust in Archer.

However, this is only natural; anyone who sees Archer's impressive stats would feel genuinely reassured.

Job Placement: Archer

Real name: Hercules

Strength: A

Durability: A

Agility: A+

Magic: A

Luck: A

Noble Phantasm: A++

Noble Phantasm Information:

[The Incomplete Twelve Glories (King's Order)]

Grade: C~A++

effect:

The first trial, "The Fur of the Divine Beast," is made from the pelt of the invulnerable Nemean Lion that was once killed. It can negate human reasoning and reject all tools from human civilization.

The sixth trial, "The Arrow of the Strange Bird," is a strange bird that appeared in Lake Stinfalis and was killed in the previous life. Dozens of bronze arrows were fired and transformed into the strange bird to attack the opponent.

Eighth Trial: "Diomedes' Man-Eating Horses": Summon the four man-eating horses that you stole from Diomedes in your previous life.

The Twelfth Trial, "The Hound of Hades": Summoned from the final task of the twelve trials in his previous life, the vicious hound guarding the underworld, Cerberus, the divine beast of Hades, the god of the underworld.

[The Incomplete Twelve Trials (GodHand)]

Grade: B

effect:

1. Transform your body into a resilient armor, nullifying all attacks of level B or lower (including level B).

2. Possesses the ability to automatically revive the body after death, allowing a total of 11 resurrections.

[Shoot 100 Heads (NineLives)]

Grade: C~A+

Effect: By using a weapon in hand or by using various martial arts techniques with bare hands, one can maximize the power of the weapon and manifest various forms depending on the situation, from fighting against people to fighting against armies, and even besieging cities.

From every perspective, Archer is undoubtedly a top-tier Servant. Fiore even suspects that even if all the Servants of the Black Faction were combined, they might not be able to defeat Archer.

“I’m not as invincible as you think.” Archer reached out and patted Fiore’s head. “At the very least, that Rider alone has the potential to kill me.”

Recalling the imposing presence Rider made when he appeared, Fiore nodded sincerely. That King Arthur from another world was indeed a very powerful Servant.

“Moreover, I can sense it.” Archer raised his head and looked out the window into the distance. “In this war, several guys I know very well have descended upon us.”

"Is that so?" Fiore tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then said firmly, "But I believe that no matter how strong the opponent is, Archer, you will definitely be able to defeat them!"

"Don't worry, Master." Archer turned to Fiore, a slight smile on his face. "I will definitely deliver the fruits of victory into your hands."

"Come on, lie down obediently."

Inside the room, Sereneka stared intently at Anan, her light green eyes gleaming with a greed and cruelty that was completely at odds with her delicate appearance.

Glancing at the operating table stained with dark red blood beside him, Yanan sighed helplessly: "I really don't understand why I always run into some strange women."

“Don’t even think about disobeying me, Rider.” Serenekae revealed the Command Seals on the back of her hand, grinning smugly. “Even if you were King Arthur, you could never…”

Before she could finish speaking, a crimson feather suddenly fell from the void and came into Sereneka's view. Her gaze instantly became empty, and her expression became blank.

“If I could, I wouldn’t want to resort to such methods.” Yanan grabbed Sereneka by the collar and threw her onto the bed. “However, to prevent you from causing trouble, you’d better stay here obediently until the war is over.”

Chapter 3: The Rider Class Beyond Expectations

Church of the Holy Church.

"Is everyone here?"

The dark-skinned, silver-haired priest slowly rose from in front of the statue, looking at the empty church with a gentle smile.

"Only Saber and Archer remain." A beautiful woman dressed in luxurious black attire appeared behind the priest, holding a wine glass in her hand. A bewitching and playful smile graced her delicate face. "Master, would you like to taste the poisoned wine I have carefully prepared?"

"That would be a great honor. I will certainly drink it with a sense of pride after the Holy Grail War ends." The priest smiled and declined the offer from his servant.

Suddenly, a slender hand reached out from the side and unceremoniously took the wine glass from the woman's hand. The newcomer took a small sip and exclaimed, "Oh dear~ it really is poisoned wine. You really are a vicious woman."

This is a woman wearing an indigo-purple hooded cloak and a purple robe. Her delicate red lips are painted with purple lipstick. Her true face is hidden by the hood. Her mysterious aura is somewhat like that of a legendary wizard. Although you can't see her face, you can't help but subconsciously feel that she is a stunningly beautiful woman.

Seeing the purple lipstick stain on the cup, Semiramis's forehead instantly creased with fury. She sneered, "I don't think you have the right to judge me, Princess of Colkis, or rather, I should call you the betraying witch?"

"Dare you say that again?" Medea's voice suddenly turned as cold as frost. Although her face could not be seen, one could imagine that her pretty face, hidden under her hood, must be covered with frost.

Without any chanting, an exquisite and complex magic circle instantly appeared behind Medea, its powerful aura causing the entire church to tremble slightly. Then, Semiramis snapped his fingers lightly, and the church immediately stabilized. At the same time, dozens of magic circles appeared on the walls, all aimed at Medea.

The two heroic spirits, both possessing remarkable skills in magic, faced off without showing any weakness. Their beautiful eyes seemed to be clashing with lightning, exuding a thick atmosphere of gunpowder.

The priest rubbed his temples in annoyance, stood before Semiramis with a helpless smile, and bowed slightly to Medea, saying, "I'm sorry, Caster, I apologize on behalf of Assassin for his rudeness. Please don't be angry."

He then turned to Assassin and said in a gentle tone, "Don't be angry anymore. We're allies now. If you want to win the war, you have to cooperate well with Caster."

Assassin and Caster exchanged a glance, then immediately looked away, each letting out a cold snort before transforming into spirits and disappearing from the spot.

"You can't even handle two mere women, Father, you're truly a disgrace." Golden spiritual particles flowed and gathered, and a man dressed in a white robe, holding an ancient staff, and adorned with gold ornaments, as dazzling as the sun, appeared. "If it were me, I could make these two obediently submit in less than a day."

“After all, you are the supreme Pharaoh, while I am just a humble mortal,” the priest said with a gentle smile.

"Hmph, hahahahaha!" The sun-like king laughed loudly. "That's right, that's exactly right, that's how it should be. After all, I am the king of kings, the radiance that shines on all things. Very well, since that's the case, I'll teach these two women a lesson for you. After all, it's really impolite to argue in front of the Pharaoh all day long."

The priest's face immediately stiffened. Discipline those two unruly, crazy women? Would this church even see the sun rise tomorrow morning?

“I advise you not to do this, Rider. Those two women are not your docile concubines. If you anger them, they will definitely choose to die with you.” With a calm voice, a young man stepped out of the shadows.

Her wildly growing hair was a translucent white, and her eyes were as sharp as a honed sword. The ruby ​​embedded in her exposed chest echoed this, creating an alluring aura. But what was even more striking was the golden armor that covered her entire body—it seemed to be "fused" with her flesh, radiating a divine light.

Although each part is incredibly beautiful, the youth who brings all of this together gives a powerful impression that transcends mere beauty; he is an indescribably wondrous youth.

“Oh, it’s you, another pharaoh.” Rider looked at the white-haired youth in golden armor with interest. “Well, since it’s your suggestion, I’ll take it into consideration.”

“I’ve said it many times, I am not the Pharaoh,” the young man said expressionlessly.