In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

However, he was certain that this Archer was definitely not the Greek huntress Atalanta who was supposed to be summoned.

Of the Servants that have appeared on the Red side so far, only Saber remains Mordred; the other Servants have changed class. It's just unknown whether the remaining Assassin and Berserker will remain the same as in the original work.

However, after some thought, Anaen believed that Assassin was unlikely to change and should still be the Assyrian empress. After all, she was the Servant that Amakusa Shirou Tokisada had always wanted to summon, and he even spent sixty years in the Middle East to collect the relics needed for the empress to activate her Noble Phantasm.

"Damn it, he runs pretty fast." Mordred slung the magic sword over her shoulder, looking annoyed. She had been completely suppressed by Red Archer the whole time, and she couldn't even find his location, leaving her with a belly full of anger that she had nowhere to vent.

If this weren't a city, she would have already used her Noble Phantasm to cleanse the area.

However, at that moment, a chill suddenly rose from her heart, and a sense of crisis, as if she were being watched by a dragon, instantly filled every corner of her body. Without the slightest hesitation, Mordred immediately covered her head with her helmet, gripped her greatsword with both hands, assumed a fighting stance, and turned to look at the buildings behind her.

What came into her view was a towering figure, as tall as an iron tower. The obsidian longbow was ancient and heavy, and the bronze arrows gleamed with a sharp, cold light, just like those cold eyes.

Archer from the Black side!? Damn it, when did he get so close!?

Mordred's nerves instantly tightened to the limit. The scene of the bronze bird slaughtering the Sphinx was still lingering in her mind. This guy was definitely not an opponent to be underestimated.

A strong intuition welled up inside her: if she relaxed even for a moment, that bronze arrow would pierce her head instantly!

Even this helmet is absolutely no match for this guy's attack.

Just then, a tall figure suddenly stood in front of Mordred, taking over the heavy majesty of the Black Arcehr.

“Archer, this child and I have a rather special relationship. Could you please let her off this time for my sake?” Yanan looked up at Archer and said.

Archer did not lower his longbow, but said calmly, "She is our enemy."

“But now she has broken ties with the Reds,” Yanan said.

“But that doesn’t mean she’s one of our allies,” Archer said, his tone unchanged. “Keeping her around will always be a threat.”

Yanan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't forget the conditions you agreed to."

“I did agree to form an alliance with you, but that’s not a reason for me to let her go.” Archer stared indifferently at Anahn. “I am the Servant of the Black faction, and it is my duty to bring victory to my Master.”

"I'd like to see if you have the guts!"

Nidhogg suddenly emerged from the shadows, his dark, vertical pupils coldly fixed on Hercules: "Arcehr, if you dare lay a finger on Mordred today, I'll make you my sworn enemy!"

Despite Nidhogg's aggressive demeanor, Arcehr remained unmoved. As a great hero of Greece, it would be utterly ridiculous for him to back down because of such a threat.

Yanan first calmed Nidhogg, who was gradually descending into rage, then turned to Archer and said, "Tell me, Archer, what will it take for you to let this child go?"

Archer's lips curled into a slight smile: "Let all the androids of the Yggdrasil race be liberated."

Yanan's lips twitched slightly: "Are you trying to force me to break with the entire World Tree clan?"

The importance of androids to the Yggdrasil race is self-evident. If they were all freed, Danic would surely go insane.

“With me behind you, this won’t happen,” Archer said.

“I’ll say it again: even if you liberate these androids, have you considered their future? In their current state, do you think they can live a normal life in this society?” Yanan said helplessly.

Archer paused for a moment, then said, "That's still better than them being treated as expendable by others."

Yanan rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He could see it now: Archer was determined to save the androids.

It's obvious that this is the influence of the android that awakened self-awareness earlier.

“I… will do my best,” Yanan sighed helplessly. “But you have to promise me that no matter what happens in the future, unless this child attacks you first, you cannot attack her first.”

Archer pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, he put down the longbow in his hand.

Mordred removed his helmet and looked at Yanan with a complicated expression: "Why are you helping me like this?"

“Didn’t you stop Lacner for me before?” Yanan turned around and smiled at Mordred.

"Tch, that's just because I couldn't stand their behavior and wanted to teach them a lesson." Mordred looked away guiltily. "Besides, you said you're King Arthur, right? So of course you can only die by my hand!"

Nidhogg, standing to the side, was completely bewildered. What nonsense was this child spouting? Why would she kill her own father?

"Heh, let's just say that's how it is." Anan chuckled nonchalantly, reaching out to pat Mordred's head, but under the latter's wary gaze, he awkwardly withdrew his hand and coughed lightly as if nothing had happened. "So, what are you guys planning to do next? Want to come with me to the Thousand World Tree?"

Lion Robber, standing to the side, awkwardly touched his nose. He had come on behalf of the Magic Association to fight against the World Tree, and had even received a deposit. If he were to sell it off now, his reputation would be completely ruined.

"No way." Mordred pouted and snorted. "I've figured it out. There's not a single trustworthy person in the Holy Grail War. It's easier to go it alone than to ally with these scheming guys. When you two are both exhausted, I'll jump in and clean up the mess. Then the Holy Grail will be mine."

You're really confident, kid... Yanan shook his head with a smile: "Alright, since that's the case, I won't force you. Just remember to be careful."

"Tch, so long-winded, like an old woman." Mordred muttered under his breath, then turned and followed Lion's Revenge into the distance.

Watching Mordred's figure gradually disappear, Nidhogg sighed with some melancholy: "I wonder when I'll be able to see this child again."

"Don't worry, there will always be a chance," Yanan comforted Nidhogg, holding his hand.

"Do you know that Heroic Spirit?" Archer, who had somehow come down from the rooftop, asked as he stepped forward.

"We wouldn't call ourselves acquaintances, but our relationship is a bit complicated," Yanan said with a smile.

Archer nodded slightly, not pressing the matter further, and instead asked, "What about Assassin?"

"I accidentally let her get away." Yanan sighed helplessly. He had exhausted too much energy facing the combined attack of Caster and Lancer, and had relaxed his control over Assassin slightly. He didn't expect her to seize the opportunity and escape.

"You're here for Assassin too?" Yanan asked.

“Not entirely, it’s just that my Master is a little worried. After all, you’re going deep behind enemy lines this time, and something unexpected might happen, so Master sent me to meet you,” Archer said.

Yanan nodded: "Thanks to you, otherwise I would have been in trouble just now."

“It’s nothing, and besides, even if I don’t intervene, those Sphinxes can’t do anything to you,” Archer said.

Yanan smiled, but then she suddenly remembered something else.

"By the way, did you see the true face of the red team's Archer just now?"

Hercules was standing at one of the highest points in Sighisoara, with excellent visibility, especially with Archer's super long-range vision, comparable to a sniper scope, allowing him to see almost every corner of the city.

In that case, the other side might have seen the location of the red Archer.

But to Yanan's surprise, Archer shook his head and said, "I didn't find Red Archer's location. That guy seems to have some kind of special disguise ability. I couldn't detect her presence."

Archer, who possesses a special ability to disguise himself... Anahn frowned slightly. In his memory, the only Archer-class Servant with a similar ability was Robin Hood, who wielded the "Faceless King".

“However, when that guy launched his attack, I also sensed another familiar power,” Archer continued. “If I remember correctly, it should be divinity, and from my perspective, it should be the divinity of a goddess.”

"The divinity of a goddess?" Anahn was slightly taken aback. Although there were quite a few Archer-class Servants who possessed divinity, if limited to goddesses, only Euryale, the second of the three sisters in Greek mythology, and Ishtar, the goddess of Venus in ancient Mesopotamian mythology, met the criteria.

However, in terms of both personality and ability, these two goddesses are completely different from the Red Archer who made the previous move.

Euryale is not good at fighting at all, while Ishtar disdains to hide her whereabouts.

Could it be some other heroic spirit he doesn't recognize?

Yanan frowned slightly. This was not impossible. After all, there were so many myths and legends in the world. Maybe one day a goddess he had never seen before would suddenly appear.

Let's check the information again when we get back. A goddess, an Archer-class Servant, possessing a special disguise ability—there shouldn't be many Servants who fit these criteria...

Just as Anaen was pondering the identity of the red Archer, Kotomine Shiro was also thinking about the origin of this suddenly appearing black Archer.

Logically, as a former Ruler, he should have been able to directly discern the true names of all the Servants before him. However, due to not being present at the scene and the fact that the other party was exceptionally lucky, he failed to glean Black Archer's true name.

"A berserker-like physique, an obsidian longbow, a bronze monster bird..."

Just as Kotomine Shiro was pondering to himself, a deafening rumble, like an earthquake, suddenly reached his ears.

"Why is Berserker causing trouble again? Didn't she already...?"

The sound stopped abruptly, and Kotomine Shiro seemed to suddenly realize something, a look of sudden understanding appearing in his eyes.

"So that's how it is. The true identity of Black Archer is actually him..."

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Gathering at Tulipas

"Mom, we're back."

Assassin cautiously pushed open the mottled wooden door, his smiling and cautious demeanor resembling that of a mischievous child sneaking out to play in the middle of the night, completely unrecognizable from his decisiveness and ruthlessness on the battlefield.

"Welcome home, Jack. Your midnight snack is ready, it's your favorite hamburger patty." Wearing an apron, Liu Daolingxia came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming hot hamburger patty and gently waved to Jack. "Come and eat."

“Okay, Mom!” Jack shouted happily and rushed into the house excitedly.

"How was it, Jack? How did tonight go?" Liu Daolingxia placed the hamburger patties on the table, took off her apron, and looked at Jack, who was sitting in a chair shaking his head, with a gentle and loving expression.

"Hmm~ I didn't get much. I was tricked. That magician is a Master, and I can't beat his Servant." Assassin picked up a knife and poked at the hamburger patty on the plate in frustration. "And there were other Servants too, all of them very powerful."

"Is that so?" Liu Daolingxia frowned slightly. "Jack, are you injured anywhere?"

"I was almost caught, but they were fighting so hard they couldn't spare a thought for me, so I escaped." Jack picked up a hamburger patty and put it in his mouth, chewing as he mumbled, "But that Heroic Spirit is really strong. If I encounter him again next time, I'm afraid it will be too late for me to run away."

"I'm sorry, Jack, it's all because of me..." Liu Dao Lingxia looked guilty. She was just an ordinary person and had no way of bearing the magical power required by Assassin. If it weren't for this, Jack wouldn't have had to take such a big risk to go hunting.

"Please don't say that, Mom. You are our most beloved mom, and we love you the most too." Jack snuggled against Liu Daolingxia's chest with a look of deep affection, like a kitten.

Liu Daolingxia gently stroked Jack's slightly messy white hair, her eyes filled with doting love and tenderness. She had lost everything and was now just a walking corpse. This child was the only thing she cared about.

Therefore, no matter the cost, she had to fulfill the child's wish.

“Oh, right, there’s one more thing, Mom,” Jack said, his little face slightly serious. “This place is no longer safe. Those guys have already discovered our whereabouts.”

Listening to Jack's words, Liu Daolingxia didn't seem too flustered. Her experiences over this period of time had tempered her will to be strong enough. She stroked Jack's little head and said gently, "So, where do you think we should go next, Jack?"

Jack thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to Tulifas. I can sense there's plenty of good food there."

"But aren't there many beings like Jack over there? Wouldn't it be a bit dangerous to do this?" Liu Daolingxia asked, looking slightly troubled.

"Don't worry, Mom, as long as we're careful, everything will be fine. Besides, we're pretty strong." Jack proudly raised his head.

“Yes, yes, Mom believes in Jack. Then let’s eat the last heart and set off for Tulifas first thing tomorrow morning.” Liu Daolingxia nodded and removed a heart from it. “Don’t worry, Jack, Mom will definitely fulfill your wish.”

"Mmm! Mom is the best!"

If it weren't for the fact that Liu Daolingxia was holding her heart, what a warm and harmonious scene of motherly love and filial piety it would have been.

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Bang--!!

Lion Robber skillfully smashed the car window with the butt of his shotgun, then reached inside and opened the door.

"Hey, Master, why are you so good at this kind of thing?" Mordred tilted his head and asked, having removed his armor and changed back into his previous red jacket and frayed hot pants.

"Well, that's not important." Lion Robber casually smoked a cigarette while skillfully connecting the wires and lighting the fuse. The whole process was completed in less than a minute, showing that he was a seasoned pro.