In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Her gaze was fixed on Hercules. Her figure flashed slightly, and she appeared in front of Hercules as if by teleportation. Her right hand's claw swung down mercilessly.

puff!

Crimson blood slid down, and three deep bloody gashes instantly appeared on Hercules' chest.

With Ozymandias's blessing, Berserker had now reached a truly exceptional level, enough to easily break through Heracles's defenses.

Despite his injury, Hercules' eyes remained unchanged. Taking advantage of Berserker's close proximity, he stretched out his thick arms, grabbed the other's hands, and gripped his wrists. With a sudden burst of power from his waist and back, he delivered a merciless over-the-shoulder throw!

This is Pancrasine, a mixed martial art that Hercules learned from his mentor Chiron. It is a perfect fighting technique that combines boxing and wrestling. He used this technique to kill the Nemean Lion, which was invulnerable to weapons.

Boom!

Berserker was smashed headfirst into the ground, and the cracks that stretched for several meters were proof that Hercules hadn't held back at all; his aim was to kill Berserker.

However, Berserker, who should have died with her neck broken, showed no signs of waning. She stomped on Hercules' chest, kicking him four or five meters away. Then, she pushed her head off the ground with both hands, freeing it from its restraints. She stood up again, her eyes, filled with murderous intent and madness, staring intently at Hercules.

Hercules touched the wound on his chest, looking at the blood on his fingertips, his expression remaining unchanged.

It looks like this is going to be a tough battle.

A bounty has been offered!!

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Chapter Thirty-One: The Girl's Crisis

Three hours have passed since the Red team launched their surprise attack, and the sky has gradually changed from a dim dusk to a deep night. However, the battle on the field remains fierce, with both sides fighting with all their might, as if they are determined to fight to the death.

On the main battlefield filled with dragon tooth soldiers and golems, one figure stood out from the crowd: a girl in a white wedding dress with metal horns on her head, wielding a massive warhammer that seemed completely out of place with her appearance, relentlessly hammering at the dragon tooth soldiers.

In this Holy Grail War where everything was unconventional and even the best were worthless, Frankenstein was in a rather awkward position. Although she had the Berserker buff, her strength was far too weak compared to these monstrous Servants. No matter which side she joined, her role was negligible and she couldn't have any impact on the battle.

So Vlad III simply assigned her to deal with the Dragon Fang soldiers. After all, Frankenstein possesses the Noble Phantasm [Bridal Chest], which allows her to continuously absorb the surrounding dissipated magic to replenish herself, achieving a near-perpetual motion machine effect, which is perfect for dealing with this kind of war of attrition.

However, just as Frankenstein was meticulously tapping the Dragon Tooth Soldiers, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a suspicious figure flashing past among them. When she turned her head, she only saw a figure disappear into the woods.

"Hmm?" Frankenstein tilted his head. Judging from the speed, the figure didn't seem like an ordinary person, but he didn't have the aura of a Servant. Could it be... a magician?

The only magician who would appear here at a time like this is Master, right?

"If you encounter the Master on the other side, find a way to take him down!"

Recalling the order given by the pale and fierce-looking man, Frankenstein's eyes immediately hardened. He wielded [Virgin's Chastity] to smash through the dragon-tooth soldiers along the way, and chased after the figure without stopping.

A Heroic Spirit is a Heroic Spirit after all. Although Frankenstein's agility was not outstanding, it far exceeded the maximum running speed of ordinary humans. In just a few breaths, he covered a distance of several hundred meters and rushed into the forest.

However, at that moment, she suddenly noticed that the figure had stopped and turned around to face her.

"It seems my opponent is you, Frankenstein. A pathetic monster born from humanity's pursuit of ideals, you should have been a turning point, but the world has abandoned you," Shiro Kotomine said with a gentle smile.

Frankenstein immediately stopped and growled warily.

How does this guy know my real name?

Just as his Master, Caules, expressed surprise, the Frankenstein that most people know is male and a huge man taller than the sky, so it shouldn't be inferred from his appearance.

...Have you ever seen this type before you died?

No, that's unlikely. I was a young heroic spirit born in an era when mystery could still barely exist. There weren't many human heroes born in the same era, and even if there were, I had never met them.

So who leaked their real name...?

"Are you thinking? As expected of a modern-day Heroic Spirit, even as a Berserker, you still maintain such a clear mind. It's truly incredible." Kotomine Shiro extended his hand to Frankenstein with an innocent smile. "I know your story very well, and I understand you very well. So, would you like to join our side?"

"Roar!" Frankenstein let out a low, wary growl, picked up a bone fragment at his feet, and threw it at Kotomine Shiro.

"Looks like it's a failure." Kotomine Shiro sighed softly, shooting four black keys from between his fingers to knock down the broken bones.

Frankenstein swung his warhammer, smashing the oncoming black key aside. His seemingly slender figure made the earth rumble as he charged toward Kotomine Shiro like a chariot.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

Frankenstein's idea was simple: since the Master on the other side had already shown up, whether it was a trap or not, he would smash this guy to pieces first!

Four more black keys flew out, and Berserker once again swung his warhammer to knock them away. He continued forward, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between himself and Kotomine Shiro to within twenty meters.

"sharp."

Kotomine Shiro praised him with an air of nonchalance, which made Frankenstein even more annoyed. "Just wait until I smash your face with the hammer, and see if you can still maintain this leisurely attitude!"

But just then, she suddenly saw Kotomine Shiro clench his fist and utter a single, awkward word:

"—Announce [Set]!"

A sudden tremor ran through Frankenstein's heart, and he instinctively swung [The Maiden's Chastity], spinning his body 360 degrees.

Ding ding!!

The black key, which had been knocked away, flew back again. If Frankenstein hadn't reacted quickly, he would probably have been injured.

"What a pity." Kotomine Shirou shook his head with some regret. Was he saying this to himself? Or was it to himself who had knocked the Black Key away at the last second?

Frankenstein shook her head and banished these unimportant thoughts from her mind. She couldn't handle prolonged, complex thinking anyway, so she decided to just charge ahead.

"Well, it looks like I'll have to show some real skill."

Kotomine Shiro raised his hand high into the sky, and a weapon appeared with unrestrained magic. Frankenstein stopped abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment as he stared straight at the long katana sheathed in the iron sheath.

With such a massive amount of magical power gathered, that weapon is clearly a Noble Phantasm!

"This is a weapon that I specially asked Caster to make. I hope it won't be too bad, otherwise I won't be able to return it."

With a smile, Kotomine Shiro rushed forward, drew his katana from its sheath in one breath, and thrust it forward with a low stance.

puff! !

Once Frankenstein's weakness was exposed, he was immediately slashed open, and bright red blood seeped out, staining the pristine wedding dress with a crimson mark.

"Ugh..."

Frankenstein clutched her wound and staggered back a few steps. The fact that she was injured made her realize that the knife was indeed unusual. In the human world, there weren't many weapons that could harm a Servant.

"Well, it looks like it's working well," said Kotomine Shiro with a smile.

Seeing that hateful smile, Frankenstein's anger surged again. She roared like a beast, charged forward, and raised her ferocious warhammer straight down towards Kotomine Shiro's head.

"Simple and direct moves, very Berserker-esque indeed." Kotomine Shiro jumped back, easily dodging the warhammer's attack.

The warhammer slammed into the ground with undiminished force, creating a deafening roar and sending up clouds of dust that completely obscured Kotomine Shiro's vision.

"What!?"

A chill suddenly rose from his heart, and Kotomine Shiro instinctively raised his katana to block in front of him.

clang!!

The crisp sound of metal clashing resounded as the ferocious warhammer pierced through the dust and smashed straight at Kotomine Shiro. The terrifying impact instantly sent the latter flying backward until he finally stopped in his tracks after crashing into a thick tree.

"Cough cough..."

Kotomine Shiro knelt on the ground, leaning on his katana, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked up at Frankenstein not far away, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"Is this what they call overcoming all tricks with brute force? What an unreasonable way of fighting!"

"Roar!!" Frankenstein raised his chin triumphantly, finally making this annoying guy pay the price!

Kotomine Shiro rubbed his temples, looking somewhat troubled. The situation on the field was not favorable for them. Lacner Karna, whose mana supply was insufficient, could only barely hold his own against Vlad III. Assassin Semiramis's Aerial Garden was also entangled with Nidhogg, and the situation was not optimistic. Saber Mordred had already been defeated. Although Rider and Berserker had suppressed Heracles, they could not defeat him in the short term. Not to mention that Siegfried was now heading towards the temple. With the addition of this dragon-slaying hero, the battle might change again.

According to their previously agreed-upon plan, they needed to buy Archer at least another hour, but given the current situation, could they really hold out until then...?

"It seems you're not doing well, Father Kotomine."

Accompanied by a flirtatious and alluring laugh, a tall nun slowly emerged from the shadows of the woods.

"Sesshouin Kiara?" Kotomine Shiro's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to deliver Archer's message. Her operation is going smoothly, and she should be able to complete her objective in about half an hour," Sesshouin Kiara said with a smile.

"Is that so?" Kotomine Shiro breathed a slight sigh of relief. If it was only half an hour, there shouldn't be any problem.

Archer? Target?

Upon noticing the key words, Frankenstein immediately became alert. Could the Red Team have some other conspiracy?

She turned her gaze to Sesshouin Kiara. Judging from the content of their conversation, this strange woman should be Archer's Master. As long as she was eliminated, no matter what Archer was up to, it would be useless.

Having made his judgment, Frankenstein growled like a beast, raised his menacing warhammer, and charged toward Sesshouin Kiara.

"Oh my, are they turning their attention to me now?"

Sesshouin Kihara tilted her head slightly, and the corners of her sexy lips slowly curled upwards.

"That's really... not good."

Chapter Thirty-Two: Trust

puff! !

boom!

The sharp claws pierced through Hercules' heart, and at the same time, his fist, the size of a sandbag, slammed heavily into Penthesilea's face.

Boom!!

With A-level strength combined with the [Pankrasin] fighting technique, half of Penthesilea's head almost collapsed, and his body flew out like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall.

This was a blow powerful enough to shatter a dragon, yet Penthesilea stood up as if nothing had happened. Apart from a few bruises, there were almost no wounds on his face, and his eyes were still filled with savage ferocity and killing intent.

Hercules lowered his head, looking at the rapidly healing wound on his heart, and his brows furrowed slightly.

My fourth life...

As the daughter of the god of war, Penthesilea's combat skills were already quite remarkable. Hercules was able to suppress her before because he had the advantage in attributes and Noble Phantasms. However, after receiving Ozymandias's blessing, Penthesilea's combat power increased dramatically, making it quite difficult for even him to deal with her.

If it weren't for the eleven resurrections granted by the [Twelve Trials (GodHand)], he might have already been defeated.

Even so, he has already lost three chances to be resurrected; in other words, he has been killed three times by Pentessilia.

Of course, Hercules did not come away empty-handed. During this time, he inflicted at least eighteen fatal attacks on Penthesilea. Although Penthesilea was able to stand up unscathed each time thanks to Osiris's power, Hercules could clearly feel the power of the [Blessing] slowly fading.

Based on Hercules' combat experience, he knew he would only need to sacrifice three more lives to completely defeat Penthesilea.