In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Enough with the nonsense! I am Mordred, the rebellious knight. My destiny is to end King Arthur!"

Mordred stomped her foot, and her body instantly charged towards Anan like a cannonball, her magic sword mercilessly slashing down on him.

Anan sighed and summoned the Black Abyss White Flower to block the heavy blow.

Watching the two locked in combat, Lion's Roar rubbed his temples with a headache. On one hand, reason told him that Saber was no match for Black Rider, and their wisest course of action was to retreat. On the other hand, Mordred's state made it clear that she would never obey the order.

"Well, let's leave it at that for now. Anyway, Black Rider won't kill Saber..." He shook his head helplessly, took out his pistol and looked around. Since the barrier that Black Rider entered had been destroyed, he could no longer detect whether anyone else had set foot on the battlefield, so he had to be more vigilant.

After all, the Holy Grail War is not just a battle between Servants, but also includes the clash of Masters. And from a certain perspective, it is simpler and more direct to kill the Master than to deal with these abnormally powerful Servants.

Bang bang bang—!!!

The crisp sound of metal clashing against metal echoed continuously. In the blink of an eye, the battle between Mordred and Yanan had lasted for half an hour. During this time, they had exchanged blows no less than a thousand times, but both remained unharmed.

clang!

Mordred brought down another powerful heavy sword strike, but it only forced Anan to stagger back three or five steps thanks to Anan's parry. This infuriated her, and she shouted:

"What do you mean by this?! You had such a great time fighting Lancer, but now you're just taking the hits without fighting back. Are you looking down on me?!"

“This battle is pointless, and I don’t want you to fight either,” Yanan said helplessly.

Mordred gritted his teeth, staring fiercely at Anan for a long time with eyes that seemed to want to devour him, then snorted coldly, removed his armor, and turned to walk towards Lion's Claw.

"Aren't you going to fight anymore?" Lion's Robbery asked in surprise.

"I'm not fighting anymore. There's no point in fighting a guy with no fighting spirit, and I can't really fight properly in a place like this," Mordred said, half frustrated and half indignant. "Next time, we'll find a more spacious place and see how I take him down!"

You really are a very filial son... Lion's lips twitched slightly, and he nodded: "Alright, let's talk about it next time."

Seeing that Mordred was already planning to retreat, Yanan breathed a slight sigh of relief. This time, he had finally managed to get away with it.

Next, he had to deal with Assassin... Just as this thought crossed his mind, a strange sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

boom!!

A terrifying surge of magical energy shook the air, and a magical beam suddenly descended from the sky, hurtling straight toward Anan.

Anan's gaze instantly sharpened like a blade, and the holy lily pattern on the Black Abyss White Flower Spear lit up instantly, radiating pure white light that collided with the magic light cannon.

Rumble—!!

A fierce roar, like cannon fire, resounded, and a large cloud of smoke and dust swept out. Then, a gust of wind suddenly rose up and dispersed all the smoke and dust.

Yanan looked up at the top of the distant clock tower, where a female figure stood, her indigo cloak billowing and surrounded by several magic circles, like the Queen of the Night.

Chapter Nineteen: One Against Two

Yanan stared coldly at the figure atop the clock tower, his dark eyes revealing an icy indifference.

“Caster, Medea.” He calmly revealed her true name. “No wonder the Red Team was able to purify spiritual energy from the spiritual veins; it turns out they summoned you.”

“Just as Lancer said, you have the ability to see through the true names of Servants.” Caster looked down at Anahn from his high position, with the divine magic circle around him emanating astonishing magical fluctuations. “However, I didn’t expect that you are not a Heroic Spirit of this world. Logically speaking, according to the original setting of the Holy Grail system, the probability of summoning a Heroic Spirit from another world is almost negligible.”

Yanan narrowed his eyes slightly: "You've been here since just now?"

“You think I’m blind to cause such a commotion on my turf?” Caster said dismissively.

"From what you're saying, it seems you've been monitoring the entire Sighishwarab region for a long time?" Yanan asked.

“For a magician, this is just the basics,” Caster said casually, unaware that if her words were to get out, they would shame countless magicians to the point of wanting to disappear.

Monitoring a city with tens of thousands of people is an unimaginable feat for any magician, and even the Clock Tower, which ranks at the top of magic, would have to pay a huge price to do it.

Caster not only completed the task all by herself, but she also seemed incredibly relaxed about it.

However, as a famous witch in ancient Greek mythology, this kind of thing is really nothing to her. After all, in the original work, she was even able to lay a net across the entire Fuyuki City.

"In that case, you are fully aware of what Assassin has been doing all this time?" Yanan continued to ask.

Since Caster has been monitoring the entire Sighishwara, Assassin's actions will inevitably not escape her notice.

“Isn’t this obvious?” Caster glanced at Assassin, who was bound by golden chains, and said disdainfully, “This little guy thinks he’s hidden perfectly, but little does he know that I know exactly where they are hiding.”

Hearing this, a hint of panic flashed in Assassin's eyes. She wasn't worried about herself, of course, but about her mother...

"So, your previous discussion with us about joining forces to deal with Assassin was just an excuse, right?" Lion's Robber suddenly interjected. "You actually already knew Assassin's location, but you still let her commit a series of murders and watched her slaughter those magicians."

He looked up at Caster, his tone colder than ever before: "What is the purpose of all this?"

"Naturally, it's to lure the snake out of its hole."

The answer came not from Caster, but from Yanan standing nearby: "One Asassin alone won't satisfy their appetite. What they want to catch are the real big fish, such as Lancer Vlad III with his home advantage, or perhaps—"

"I."

popping...

Caster clapped his hands and chuckled, "As expected of the renowned King Arthur, I never imagined that you would see through our scheme so easily."

Upon hearing Caster's admission, Lion's expression immediately turned grim. As a necromancer, he had witnessed far too many deaths and was already accustomed to them. The deaths of those necromancers at most only made him sigh a little.

What truly alarmed him was that by doing this, the other party was undoubtedly planning to break ties with the Magic Association!

"Now that your plan has succeeded, there's no need to hide anything anymore." Despite falling into the trap, Yanan's tone remained calm. "Call the others out."

The scene was quiet for a moment, then accompanied by a crisp metallic clanging sound, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

With white hair, a handsome face, an unusual spear, and dazzling golden armor, the newcomer was none other than Lancer of the Black Faction, Karna, son of the sun god Surya.

Looking at Karna's intact golden armor, Ananon's eyes narrowed slightly. He clearly remembered that the golden armor should have been severely damaged under Nidhogg's black flames last time.

Karna's golden armor was bestowed upon him by his father, the sun god, and its defensive power is so great that even the gods cannot break it. Although the power of the golden armor is somewhat diminished because it is not the Heroic Spirit himself who fights, it is still a top-level defensive Noble Phantasm that is no less powerful than Siegfried's Blood Armor.

However, even powerful Noble Phantasms have certain limitations. Once a top-tier defensive Noble Phantasm like the Golden Armor is damaged, it is difficult to repair it in a short period of time. Although it has the ability to heal itself, it is impossible for it to recover to that extent in just two days.

Was it because of Medea? The thought had barely crossed Anahn's mind before he quickly dismissed it. Medea was indeed a top-tier magician, but repairing Noble Phantasms was not her area of ​​expertise. Moreover, even the most skilled cook cannot make a meal without ingredients. Without suitable materials, how could she repair the Golden Armor?

It seems the Red team has quite a few trump cards up their sleeves... Yanan's eyes showed a thoughtful expression, and he continued in the same tone, "There should be others, right? Archer, Rider, Asasssin, and Berserker? Call them all out, otherwise, with just the two of you, it's too early for you to take me down."

"Hmph, be careful not to bite off more than you can chew." Caster sneered, and with a sudden wave of his hand, the surrounding floating magic circles simultaneously aimed at Yanan, and several magic beams blasted out in unison.

"Don't think you're the only one who knows magic." Yanan snapped his fingers, and several light green runes exuding an ancient aura immediately surrounded him, transforming into lightning and flames that collided with the oncoming light cannons, stirring up waves of magical storms.

"Runic runes!?"

Caster's eyes widened in surprise. When did Rider become able to wield such legendary magical runes?!

After a brief moment of stunned silence, a surge of intense shame and anger rose within her. To use such methods in front of her, a magician, was nothing short of blatant provocation!

"Damn it, don't think you're the only one who knows how to use these tricks! Let me show you just how far you are from being a real magician!"

Caster opened his mouth and uttered obscure and incomprehensible characters. These were advanced spells [divine words] that only magicians of the Age of Gods could use. They could greatly shorten the chanting time and were a magic technique that could be considered cheating.

Boom boom boom boom—!!!

Accompanied by the chanting of [High-Speed ​​Divine Word], beams of light, powerful enough to rival a Grand Magician, shot out and hurtled toward Anan like meteors.

"Who told you that all I know is runes?"

With a casual wave of his hand, the light green runes disappeared, replaced by more complex and ancient dark green runes. These runes seemed to encompass all the mysteries of the universe, and just one glance was enough to make one dizzy.

As mysterious and vast magical energy emanated, these runes instantly transformed into an endless sea of ​​thunder and fire, devouring all the magical light orbs in the blink of an eye, and then continued their relentless charge towards Caster.

Caster was startled and quickly used spatial magic to switch places, but she was still a little too slow. Most of her cloak was accidentally burned off, and there were many holes in other parts of her body, making her look extremely disheveled.

“Damn it, you bastard…” As a disciple of the gods and the princess of Colchis, Caster had never been so embarrassed. She glared at Ananen like an enraged lioness, as if she wanted to tear him apart.

Lancer Karna frowned slightly. Even he hadn't expected that Black Rider could actually compete with his Caster in the realm of magic. Just how many trump cards did this guy still have up his sleeve?

He finally realized that what Black Rider had said earlier was probably not an exaggeration; this guy really did have the ability to take on two people at once.

Fortunately, they have a backup plan.

Caster's Noble Phantasm [RuleBreaker] is the ultimate anti-magic Noble Phantasm, capable of severing all magical contracts. By striking Black Rider with this Noble Phantasm, the connection between the opponent and the Master can be severed, and the opponent will naturally disappear.

His task, naturally, was to create opportunities for Caster to use his Noble Phantasm.

However, just as Karna was about to join the battle, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

“Sorry, this road is blocked.” Mordred casually slung the magic sword over his shoulder. “If you want to get through, beat me first.”

Karna stared expressionlessly at the rebellious knight and said, "We are comrades."

“Sorry, that’s no longer the case.” Mordred grinned. “Frankly, what you’ve done disgusts me, so we’re no longer planning to work with you.”

Lion Claw stood silently to the side, clearly not intending to stop Saber.

After realizing that the white-haired priest had broken ties with the Mage's Association, he knew that the Red Team would never tolerate him. Since they were now all alone, he decided to let Saber go.

“That’s just your excuse.” Karna looked calmly at Mordred. “The real reason you’re stopping me is because you don’t want me to attack the Black Team’s Rider.”

"So what if he is?" Mordred scoffed. "That guy is King Arthur, so he's destined to die by my hand. Until then, I won't allow anyone to lay a hand on him."

“You’re lying,” Karna said calmly. “You didn’t want to kill him at all.”

Mordred felt an indescribable surge of embarrassment and annoyance. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he jumped up and down, shouting, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you want to fight, then fight! Stop chattering like a sparrow and being so annoying!"

“But I’ve only said three sentences so far,” Karna said earnestly.

Mordred: "..."

“But you’re right, fighting is more direct than words.” Karna raised his spear and assumed a fighting stance. “Since you are now an enemy, not a friend, then I have no reason to hold back.”

"Hmph, it should have been done a long time ago." Mordred held his sword with both hands, his holy blue eyes blazing with a frenzied fighting spirit. "Watch me smash that golden armor of yours to smithereens!"

Just as Mordred was about to make her move, a strange sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of her heart. She subconsciously turned to the side and swept her greatsword out horizontally.

clang!

With a crisp clang of metal clashing, an incoming arrow was instantly cleaved in two by Mordred's greatsword.

"Leave Saber to me, Lacner, you go and support Caster." An indistinct male and female voice came from all directions, and at the same time, an arrow shot out from the darkness, heading straight for Mordred.

Mordred deflected the arrow with his greatsword and sneered, "You think you can hold me off with this, Archer?"

Although the attacker did not show himself, this method of attack had already revealed his identity.

"Whether it works or not, we'll find out by trying, won't we?"

As Archer finished speaking, a sudden blast of wind and a deafening roar echoed through the night sky, and a dozen arrows rained down from the heavens, like stars falling from the sky.

Sensing the terrifying power contained in these arrows, Mordred frowned slightly, abandoned his previous arrogance, and vigorously swung his magic sword to block the arrows.

Meanwhile, Karna took the opportunity to bypass Mordred and head straight for Anarn.