In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Gold paused for a moment, then turned to look at Sieg.

In those eyes, he saw a desire for survival that was no different from that of ordinary people.

"Even so, we should wait until after the Holy Grail War is over before discussing it further," Gold said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, as long as Archer and I are here, Caster will definitely not be able to touch him." Yanan smiled and patted Gold on the shoulder. In this way, he could say that he had fulfilled his promise to Archer.

He turned and walked toward Sieg, while black and white light swirled in his hand, converging into a massive knight's lance.

Looking at the sharp spearhead, Zieg instinctively took a step back, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Gold was startled, but then he remembered that Rider seemed to have used this gun to replenish Sieg's life energy that day, so he chose to remain silent.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt." Yanan smiled as he plunged the Black Abyss White Flower into Sieg's shoulder.

The stinging sensation caused Zieg's face to contort slightly, but then, as the holy lily pattern on the gun flashed slightly, an incredibly vast and pure life force surged into his body.

Two or three minutes later, Yanan retrieved the Black Abyss White Flower and smiled, "How do you feel now?"

Zig clenched his fist, feeling the unprecedented power flowing through his body, his face showing obvious astonishment and surprise.

“This is incredible! I’ve never felt so strong!” He bowed excitedly to Anan. “Thank you, Mr. Rider!”

"Is it really that effective?" Gold squeezed Sieg's shoulder with a skeptical look, feeling the firm touch, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

“No need to thank me, I was just doing this for someone else.” Yanan waved his hand. “Now your body is not much different from that of a normal adult. I estimate you can live for at least fifteen years. If you want to improve it further, go to the Einzbern family.”

After all, the Black Abyss White Flower he currently possesses is merely a projection of a Noble Phantasm, and its effect is incomparable to the original. It's already quite good that he was able to improve Sieg to this extent.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Solar Boat and the Hanging Garden

On the border of Tulifas, there is an unnamed village with a permanent population of only about one hundred people, and it cannot even be found on a map.

Although small, this village has everything you need: a school, shops, a church, a hotel, and other facilities. The villagers are also quite easygoing. If you live in a big city for a long time, you might be able to experience a long-lost sense of relaxation and comfort here.

It was dusk, and the setting sun was gradually sinking below the horizon. The brilliant sunlight gilded the earth with a dazzling golden edge, and the clear lake water reflected the shimmering light. A gentle breeze swept by, and countless ripples spread across the lake's surface, creating a tranquil and comfortable scene.

In the church attic, the French saint, who had just finished praying, stood up, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and murmured, "It should be starting soon."

Because of the principle that the secret must not be revealed, the Holy Grail War can only take place at night, which is an established rule.

"We absolutely cannot repeat the same mistake we made yesterday!"

Recalling what happened yesterday, Joan of Arc couldn't help but show a hint of shame on her face.

After leaving the World Tree Castle yesterday, she walked for a whole day before finding this small village to settle down in. After resting for a while, she began her daily prayers.

Just as she finished praying, a message suddenly came from Ruler's privileges: the Red Team's Caster had been killed.

This sudden news startled her, and she hurriedly used Ruler's privileges to search for the locations of the red and black Servants. The result of this search almost gave her a heart attack.

The scene clearly shows that the Black side has three Servants in Sighishwara, and most of the Red side's Servants are also there. Judging from the movements of both sides, they are clearly in a state of battle!

That's a city with tens of thousands of people. If a war breaks out in such a place, given the destructive power of the heroic spirits, it could easily lead to an unpredictable tragedy!

In desperation, Joan of Arc disregarded everything else and used Ruler's power to force a driver to take her to Sighishwara.

However, halfway there, she discovered that the Servants on both sides had separated, indicating that the battle was over.

However, she still couldn't put her mind at ease until she arrived at the battlefield in Sighishwara and confirmed that there were no innocent casualties, at which point she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

—As for the mess at the scene, she ignored it, since it was none of her business anyway.

This harrowing experience served as a stark warning to Joan of Arc, so she ended her prayers early today, determined to prevent a repeat of yesterday's ordeal!

Judging that the time was almost up, Joan of Arc took out the holy water she had gotten from the nun and casually sprinkled it on the ground.

Looking at the pattern on the ground, Joan of Arc couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

"This is......"

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The Thousand World Tree Castle.

After resolving Sieg's matter, Ananen left Gold's room, but as he walked halfway there, he suddenly heard Vlad III's deep, authoritative voice:

"Everyone, assemble in the royal chamber immediately!"

Anan raised an eyebrow slightly, pondered for a moment, first contacted Nidhogg through the contract, and then turned around and headed towards the Royal Chamber.

In the spacious royal chamber, Archer, Caster, Berserker, and their respective Masters had arrived, but no one spoke loudly; the atmosphere was unmistakably serious and solemn.

Vlad III sat high on his throne, his pale face taut, his regal aura causing the surrounding androids to tremble slightly.

Everyone could see that Wang had entered a serious state.

"What happened?" Nidhogg, who had rushed over, leaned against Yanan and asked in a low voice.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I guess it’s related to the Red Team,” Yanan said. Aside from the Holy Grail War, he couldn’t think of any other reason why Lacner would go to such lengths.

Not long after, with the arrival of Saber and Gordes, all the masters and servants of the Yggdrasil clan finally gathered together.

"I won't waste any more words." Vlad III stood up, his imposing gaze sweeping over the crowd. "You can see for yourselves."

Danic stepped forward and casually waved his hand, causing magical light to flow and converge, instantly revealing a scene to everyone.

Beneath the night sky, which glowed with a deep blue light like crystal, two enormous objects sped by. One was a golden ship that radiated a brilliant light like the sun, and the other was an aerial fortress whose size was comparable to that of a city-state.

"That is..."

Everyone except Yanan was shocked by what they saw, their pupils shrinking and their faces showing obvious horror.

Even Archer's expression turned slightly serious.

"As you all probably already guessed, these two items are the Red Team's Noble Phantasms," Vlad III said, his tone unchanged. "This is their declaration of war against us!"

“But isn’t this a bit too much?” Gold said in a low voice.

“Seriously, is this really alright?” Koles pushed up his glasses. “Even though it’s nighttime, this is still far too conspicuous. Aren’t they worried about Ruler interfering?”

“Even so, it doesn’t matter…that’s probably what they mean.” Fiore gripped the armrest slightly. “Even Ruer wouldn’t be able to handle a Noble Phantasm like that.”

She turned to her servant: "Archer, if it were you, could you blast those two Noble Phantasms down?"

After staring at the solar ship and the aerial fortress in the image for a long time, Archer said calmly, "If it's that solar ship, there might still be some hope."

"Does that mean you can't solve that fortress either?" Fiore understood the implication in Archer's words.

“That fortress is the Noble Phantasm of the Red Team Assassin Semiramis, [Vagrant Sky Garden], an EX-rank Anti-World Noble Phantasm, almost equivalent to a small kingdom.” Anan revealed the origin of the sky fortress. “Unless you have a Noble Phantasm of the same rank, the only way to break this Noble Phantasm is to go deep into the Sky Garden and take down Assassin.”

“I see, Semiramis, the Assyrian empress.” Gold nodded at first, then his eyes widened suddenly. “Wait, you’re saying she’s an Assassin!?”

“That’s right.” Yanan nodded.

A sense of indescribable absurdity washed over everyone. Shouldn't Assassins be a class specializing in assassination? When did they start producing something like this?!

So, assassination is just about killing all the enemies you see?

“Semiramis is a rather special Assassin, possessing the ability of both Assassin and Caster classes [Double Summon],” Anahn continued. “As for the Sun Ship, it is the Noble Phantasm of Red Rider Ramesses II, and its power is no less than that of an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.”

"This is too exaggerated! One is an anti-world Noble Phantasm, and the other is an anti-army Noble Phantasm. I feel like the Red Team is better prepared than us!" Gold couldn't help but complain.

Of course, after all, that guy had been preparing for this for a full sixty years... Yanan sighed inwardly. Even he had to admit that Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was indeed a man of unwavering will.

"None of that matters. This is my territory. Since they have chosen to invade, only defeat awaits them." Vlad III spread his arms wide. "Gentlemen, lend me your strength, and then, win this war!"

“I’ll take care of Rider,” Archer said, his tone unchanged.

“In that case, I’ll leave the Sky Garden to you,” Anaen said with a smile. “I’m probably the only one here who can threaten it.”

Vlad III glanced at Nidhogg beside Anahn and nodded slightly: "Then I'll leave it to you."

He waved his hand vigorously and shouted:

"Gentlemen, follow me into battle!"

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"Slow down, slow down!!! There's a hill ahead!!"

"Huh? What does it matter? Just rush over there in one go, right?"

With a wild smile, Mordred slammed on the gas pedal. The car instantly flew over the hillside, drawing a striking arc in the air before crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

If Mordred hadn't modified the car with magic beforehand, this one move alone would have been enough to completely destroy it.

Even so, the car is basically no longer drivable.

"Cough cough!" Lion Robber shakily got out of the passenger seat; he had almost thought he was going to die.

He silently made up his mind that he would never let that brat drive again!

However, considering the disparity in strength between the two sides, he silently changed his mind: he would never ride in this guy's car again!

"Ha, those two things are really impressive." Mordred looked up at the approaching Sunship and the Sky Garden in the distance. "So this is the Holy Grail War after all."

“Such a commotion,” Lion's Claw also raised his head, “Aren’t they afraid of attracting Ruler here?”

"Tch, who cares? It's none of our business anyway." Mordred clenched his fist. "Right now, I just want to make a big splash!"

Her previous battle with Archer had left her seething with anger, and now she just wanted to find a strong opponent to have a proper fight!

"Looks like your target has arrived." Lion Robber turned his head and looked at the silver-haired youth and the girl in the white dress who were slowly walking towards them not far away.

“Saber of the Red Team, please leave. We do not wish to be your enemy,” Koles said, adjusting his glasses.

Before setting off, Vlad III told him that Saber of the Red side had now broken away from her own camp, and that he should avoid fighting her unless absolutely necessary.

"Huh? What are you talking about? This is war. What's the point if we don't fight?" Mordred's lips curled into an arrogant smile. He put on pieces of armor and held a demonic sword surrounded by crimson lightning. His powerful aura exploded out.

Berserker, wielding a giant hammer, immediately stood in front of Koles, but was still forced to take two steps back by the sheer force of the attack.

“Leave this to me.” Siegfried took the greatsword from his back and stepped forward. “You all go somewhere else.”

"Then... I'll leave it to you!" Koles nodded. It was clear from the situation just now that Berserker was no match for the red Saber. Even if they stayed here, they wouldn't be of any use and might even distract Saber.

Mordred didn't react to Berserker and Koles' departure. She was there to fight, not to bully weaklings. It wouldn't hurt to let those two cause some trouble for the priest.

"Looks like you must be Saber from the Black side." She stared at Siegfried, her eyes burning with intense fighting spirit. "You seem like a very good opponent. I hope you can give me a little fun."

Siegfried looked at Mordred in silence. It wasn't that Gold had forbidden him, but rather that it was simply his nature; he only needed his sword to communicate.

"Hey, at least say something polite, are you mute?" Mordred said, displeased.