In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Sigh~ I thought something had made Father Kotomine so agitated, but it turns out it's just something trivial." Sesshouin Kiara sighed softly.

“I don’t think this is a trivial matter.” Kotomine Shiro narrowed his eyes slightly.

“But Father Kotomine, your goal is the Holy Grail, right?” Sesshouin Kiara tilted her head. “As long as you can obtain the Holy Grail and fulfill your wish, my background shouldn’t be a big deal to you, right? The key is that we’re still allies now, aren’t we?”

Kotomine Shiro lowered his head slightly and fell silent.

Sesshouin Kiara moved gracefully to Kotomine Shirou's side, gently leaning close to his ear, and whispered in an incredibly seductive and sweet voice:

"Do you know why I chose you? Because we share the same goal, your wish is—"

"My wish."

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Time passed by, and ten minutes later, Yanan finally opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a long breath.

"Finally solved..."

He rubbed his temples wearily. The power of the vortex was far more terrifying than he had imagined. If it weren't for Yu Duchen, he would probably have already collapsed to his knees.

“Um, Mr. Rider, are you... alright now?” Jeanne asked cautiously.

“Yes, I’m much better now. Thank you for your help before, Joan of Arc.” Anahn nodded to Joan of Arc, then looked up at the dragon above. “And you, Ned.”

Nidhogg shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with tenderness: "As long as you're alright."

"I was just lucky."

Yanan gave a bitter smile, opened his palm, and a colorful feather was floating on his palm. Even though it was night, it still reflected all kinds of gorgeous colors, reflecting the purest and most depraved desires in the hearts of all living beings.

The power of that mysterious vortex resides within it. To be honest, Anahn has almost never seen such a powerful and terrifying spiritual force. Even heroic spirits cannot resist the erosion of this power.

The so-called strong will forged through countless trials is utterly vulnerable in the face of this power. Unless one possesses a spiritual artifact like him, the final result will inevitably be being overwhelmed by endless desires and completely melted into the world of bliss.

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Vanished Archer

What exactly is this power? Is it a Noble Phantasm or some unknown grand magic? And from whom does it originate?

Yanan frowned as he stared at the feather. He had never imagined that the Red Team would have such a trump card.

If that's the case, why don't they deploy this force on the battlefield? And what is their purpose in hiding this force?

Yanan turned her gaze to Frankenstein, who was lying in the deep pit not far away. Perhaps now, only she could offer her some ideas.

He walked to Frankenstein's side, squatted down, and looked at the dying girl with a slightly complicated expression. Nidhogg had struck out with his claw in a fit of rage, so he hadn't held back at all and had directly shattered Berserker's spirit core.

In this situation, even if Joan of Arc were willing to use a Command Spell, let alone Anahn, it would be too late to turn the tide.

Rather, it's quite incredible that Berserker has survived this long and hasn't disappeared.

"Ah..." Berserker weakly raised his hand, uttering indistinct whispers.

“I understand.” Yanan gently took her hand. The girl’s hand was soft and warm, without any of the coldness of an artificial life form. “It’s not your fault. You were just being used.”

Hearing this, the girl finally breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on her lips. Then, she sobbed and said some unintelligible words to Anan.

Yanan listened attentively, then nodded: "Don't worry, I'll pass it on to him."

"Thank you......."

With a strained effort, Berserker uttered the last three words, finally closing his eyes with a satisfied smile on his lips. His body faded into a blur and gradually disappeared.

Berserker (Frankenstein) of the Black side is eliminated.

Watching the spiritual light fade away like fireflies, a complex expression flickered in Joan of Arc's eyes. She turned to Anahn, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask:

What did she say last?

“I don’t know,” Yanan shook his head.

Joan of Arc paused slightly, "But...you're not...?"

“Although I don’t understand it, I can roughly guess what it is.” Looking at the slowly dissipating spiritual light, Anan’s tone was slightly melancholy. “After all, she is a being named Frankenstein.”

“Is that so…?” Joan of Arc lowered her head slightly.

“There’s no need to make that face,” Yanan said calmly. “That child doesn’t hold any grudge against you. On the contrary, you prevented her from committing another tragedy.”

Joan of Arc paused for a moment, then a slightly relieved expression finally appeared on her face.

"Alright, we should head back now. The war isn't over yet. I still have to... um?"

As Yanan was about to stand up, he suddenly noticed something next to where Berserker had been standing. If it weren't for the night vision granted to him by his Black Dragon body, he might have really missed it.

He examined it closely and discovered that it was a string of English letters written with his fingers—

RedArcher

RedArcher...Red Archer? Red Archer!

The moment he saw those two English letters, the disharmony that had been lingering in Yanan's mind finally dissipated, giving him a sudden sense of enlightenment!

Even though the red team's archers haven't appeared yet, why doesn't he feel anything is wrong?

Furthermore, although he clearly intended to investigate the identity of Red Archer after returning, he somehow completely forgot about it, as if an invisible hand had erased all information about Archer from his mind.

"Huh? Red Archer?" At the same time, Joan of Arc also saw the two English letters, and her face immediately showed surprise and confusion. She scratched her head in confusion and said, "That's strange. The Red Archer shouldn't have left the field. Why didn't I think of her just now?"

Upon hearing Joan of Arc's words, Anahn frowned slightly. To verify his suspicions, he turned to Nidhogg: "Nidhogg, do you remember the Red Army's archers?"

“Of course I remember,” Nidhogg said matter-of-factly. She was there when Mordred and the Red Archer were fighting, and she could never forget the guy who dared to attack her precious “daughter.”

"Did you notice that Archer from the Red Team didn't appear on the battlefield just now?" Yanan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Um, now that you mention it..." Upon hearing Yanan's words, Nidhogg's eyes immediately showed the same confusion as Joan of Arc's.

Yes, she clearly intended to avenge her beloved "daughter," so why hasn't she thought of it?

Seeing the state of the two women, Yanan's expression gradually became serious.

At this moment, he finally realized his previous thoughts: he wasn't the only one with problems; almost everyone had forgotten about the existence of Red Archer!

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that this is not a normal phenomenon. The only explanation for such a wide-ranging impact is that Red Archer used his Noble Phantasm!

Yanan remembered that Hercules had mentioned that the Red Archer seemed to possess some kind of special disguise ability, making it impossible for him to see the other party's true identity.

At the time, Anaen thought it was just the opponent's inherent skill, but now it seems that the disguise ability is very likely the prototype of this unknown Noble Phantasm!

What is the ultimate level of disguise? It's not about changing your appearance to make others unable to notice you, but about completely erasing your own existence!

Clearly, this is an absolutely extraordinary Noble Phantasm. Even Ruler Jeanne d'Arc, with her EX-level Magic Resistance, was caught off guard and fell victim to it, which is enough to prove how terrifying this Noble Phantasm is.

So, what is Red Archer's purpose in using this Noble Phantasm? What is she planning to do by concealing her existence?

"Huh? That thing is starting to move?"

Joan of Arc suddenly looked up at the sky in surprise. Anahn subconsciously followed her gaze and found that the Hanging Gardens, which had been demolished by Nidhogg, had begun to move slowly. However, judging from the route, it did not seem to be retreating, but moving towards a certain place.

That place is...

Following the trajectory of the Sky Garden, Yanan's gaze locked onto the Thousand World Tree Castle!

The Sky Garden's target is the Thousand Worlds Tree Castle!?

"Is she planning to take everyone down with her?" Joan of Arc gasped, covering her mouth in surprise.

Yanan frowned slightly. Recalling the unusual behavior of the Red team refusing to retreat no matter how disadvantaged they were, and the sudden disappearance of the Red Archer, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind like a bolt from the blue, making his eyes widen instantly.

"No, she didn't want to die together with everyone else; her goal was—"

"Seize the Holy Grail!"

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Let's rewind to an hour earlier.

In the underground factory of the World Tree Castle, Caster Avisbro stood like a statue, watching as golems were successfully assembled on the production line and then continuously thrown into the battlefield.

As the creator of the Kabbalah magic foundation, Avisbro is not good at direct combat, but he is a rare golem user. As long as he is given enough time and money, he can create golems indefinitely, making him a true strategic Heroic Spirit.

He himself also had a great love for golems. In order to eliminate the suffering of his people and lead the world to a true paradise, he devoted all his energy to creating the legendary final golem - [Adam the Man of the Original Place].

However, even a rare magician with extraordinary talent has his own limits. Until the very end of his life, he did not have time to complete this final puppet.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. Perhaps it was because his strong will attracted the world's attention that he became a heroic spirit after his death, giving him the possibility to continue completing the puppet.

Since that's the case, he naturally can't let this hard-won opportunity go to waste. Even just a glimpse would be enough for him, as long as he can see [the person in the original place] finish.

Boom!

An unusual noise suddenly came from behind. Avisbro instinctively turned around and saw that the androids who had been guarding him were now lying in pools of blood.

He remained silent for a moment, then looked up at the pitch-black shadows ahead.

"I see, is that what you mean? Because the main battle situation is unfavorable, you want to gain an advantage through other means, such as—"

"Get rid of me, who can produce magical puppets?"

“You’re mistaken.” An indistinct male voice came from the shadows. “First of all, our situation isn’t as bad as you think. What you’re seeing is just the surface. Secondly, I’m not here to solve your problems; I just want to talk to you.”

“I don’t think this is a talk-it-out attitude.” Avisbro glanced at the homunculus on the ground. He and Danic had built the protective barrier of the Yggdrasil Castle together. He could clearly sense even a fly flying in. How did this mysterious Servant manage to sneak in?

"It's just to avoid some unnecessary trouble. After all, I also took a risk to come in." Red Archer chuckled, her voice as clear as a silver bell.

"So, Caster Avisbro, Black, would you like to join Red?"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: It's Time to Take Off the Mask, Caster

After Red Archer finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the room. After a moment, Avisbron said calmly:

"If I refuse, are you planning to just settle things with me right here?"

“Who knows?” Red Archer chuckled. “But could you tell me why you refused?”

“Isn’t this obvious?” Avisbro pointed to the battlefield in the distance. “Your ace Karna has been tied down by the King, and the Aerial Garden has been suppressed by Nidhogg. The only one with the advantage is Rider, but the mana required to maintain such a Noble Phantasm is an astronomical figure. You can’t hold out for long. Once Rider’s Noble Phantasm disappears, you will completely lose hope of winning.”

“That’s why I said what you’re seeing is just the surface,” Red Archer said.

“I trust what I see more than what I’ve said; at least it’s real,” Caster Avisbro said calmly.