In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Hercules raised his longbow and aimed it directly at Penthesilea's head, his eyes calm as still water.

"Because...this is the destiny of heroes."

Roar! ! !

The arrow flew out and instantly transformed into nine blazing dragons. Then, the nine dragons merged into one, transforming into a giant arrow of endless, dazzling light that tore through the air and headed straight for Pentessilia.

"Shoot (Nine)... Hundreds (Lives)!"

Rumble—!!!

A terrifying sonic boom instantly shot into the sky, and a vast shockwave spread outwards, causing the entire temple to tremble slightly.

The dissipated magic, transformed into smoke, lasted for a full five or six minutes before gradually dissipating. In the deeply sunken pit, Penthesilea knelt on one knee, no longer displaying the madness and violence of before.

Even though she had burned everything she had, the gap in strength between her and Hercules was still too great; the killing of a hundred heads had completely shattered her spiritual core.

This time, she lost after all.

“I… will never forgive you, Hercules.” Penthesilea raised her head, her body slowly dissipating into spiritual particles, yet she still stared intently at Hercules. “One day, I will defeat you fair and square, avenge my sister, and avenge my people!”

“No matter how many times, I will accept your challenge.” Hercules gazed calmly at Penthesilea, “for this is our destiny.”

"Hmph, destiny, huh..." Penthesilea gradually closed her eyes, leaving behind only countless spiritual light particles in her wake.

Berserker (Red), Pentessilia, leaves the field.

"cough......"

Hercules knelt on one knee, crimson blood slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Although he successfully defeated Pentessilia, that attack had also put a considerable strain on him, and the prolonged and intense battle had brought his body to its limits.

He had to help Saber deal with Rider quickly, and then go out to find Master for treatment... Just as this thought crossed Hercules' mind, a whistling wind suddenly reached his ears.

boom! !

The tall figure crashed heavily to the ground, creating a huge crater. Upon seeing the target it had fallen to, Hercules' pupils suddenly contracted.

"Saber!?"

Siegfried lay in the crater, his body covered in charred marks from the lightning strikes, especially his back, which was his most vulnerable spot. His life force was extremely weak, as if it would dissipate with a single breath.

"You revealed your real name, and even when you were already near your limit, you didn't back down from challenging me, just to buy time for your comrades. Siegfried, you truly deserve to be called a qualified hero. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely drink and have a good time with you."

Ozymandias put away his lightning-infused scepter and turned his majestic gaze to Hercules.

"Then, it's your turn. Are you ready to accept my trial, great hero of Greece?"

Chapter Forty-Three: A Desperate Counterattack!

As if a distant myth had stepped from fantasy into reality, pale skeletons, shrouded in the darkness of twilight, stepped from the realm of death into the world of the living. They charged forward, weapons raised, without the slightest hesitation, no matter how many companions fell beside them.

"Damn it! More than half an hour has passed, why are there still so many of these Dragon Fang Soldiers!?" Gord asked breathlessly as he smashed the head of a Dragon Fang Soldier in front of him with his magic-enhanced iron fist.

"Please hold on a little longer, there aren't many enemies left." Fiore, manipulating eight mechanical arms, kept firing magic bullets, felling the Dragon Tooth Soldiers in front of her one after another like harvesting wheat. But soon, the Dragon Tooth Soldiers behind would come to fill the gaps and continue their attack fearlessly.

Fine beads of sweat slid down Fiore's cheeks, and her beautiful eyes were filled with obvious fatigue. Of the four magicians present, only she and Danic had combat skills above average, which put her under considerable pressure.

“Sister…” Koles looked at Fiore with worry in his eyes. Anyone who wasn’t a fool could see that Fiore was on the verge of her limit.

“It’s alright, Corles, I can still manage.” Fiore turned to her younger brother and gave him a bright smile. “I’m the older sister, how can I collapse in front of my brother?”

"It's the final moment. As long as we hold on, victory will be ours!" Danic gripped his scepter tightly. There weren't many Dragon Tooth Soldiers left on the field. As long as they could withstand these last few waves of attacks, they would be completely safe.

Currently, their Servants still hold the advantage on the battlefield, and the Holy Grail is still in their hands. As long as they hold on until the end, the final victory will surely belong to the Yggdrasil Clan!

At that time, my long-cherished wish, and the future of the Thousand World Tree clan, will all be fulfilled...

boom!

Just as Danic was filled with excitement, a dull thud suddenly came from behind him. Everyone instinctively turned around and saw a male android lying on the ground with a large, obvious hole in his back. His internal organs had disappeared, and blood was gushing out.

"What happened?!" Gold was dumbfounded. How did this android die in front of everyone?

Moreover, this happened without any of them noticing...

bang bang bang-

Just as everyone was wondering, without any warning, four more androids fell down, dying in the same way as the previous androids, each with a huge wound on their back.

Looking at the five corpses on the ground, everyone felt a chill rise from the bottom of their hearts.

"Everyone be careful!" Danick roared. "This is an Assassin sneak attack!"

With superb concealment skills, a deadly assassination technique, and targeting the heart as the primary objective, the identity of the newcomer is now unmistakably revealed—Jack the Ripper, the Assassin serial killer!

"Hehe... Haha..."

A childlike, innocent laughter came from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint its exact location. The crowd huddled together, anxiously watching the surrounding darkness.

Among the seven Servants, Assassin is the most threatening to the Master, especially now that there is no single Servant protecting him. These magicians and homunculus are no different from livestock to be slaughtered in front of Assassin!

"Wow, so many, so many, so many! They all look so delicious. Sigh, I'm so hesitant, which one should I start with?"

The killer's voice echoed in everyone's ears, and the tentacles of fear climbed up their hearts like branches. Although there was only one voice, they felt as if countless eyes were hiding in the depths of darkness, greedily watching them.

"Okay, it's decided. You'll start first."

Thick fog surged in from nowhere without warning, engulfing everyone like a ferocious beast ready to devour them.

"Cough, cough..."

A sharp, intense pain, like sparks bursting, suddenly shot up from deep within their nasal cavity, and everyone knelt down on the ground, coughing painfully.

"Watch out! This fog is poisonous!" Danic roared, while using magic to try to dispel the fog, but it was clearly not ordinary fog, and his magic had no effect on it at all.

With night and fog, this place had completely become the killer's domain.

Just as Fiore was struggling to use magic to resist the fog's erosion, a voice as sweet as sugar suddenly echoed in her ears.

"What a beautiful older sister! Can you be our mom?"

A surge of intense fear exploded in Fiore's heart, but how could she possibly keep up with Assassin's reaction speed? The instant her words fell, a gleaming dagger was already pressed against her lower abdomen.

Bang!

A spark flashed, a gunshot rang out, and as he sensed the danger approaching, Assassin Jack the Ripper decisively abandoned his target and turned his dagger around.

boom!

The sharp dagger collided with the dead man's fingers, creating blinding sparks. Taking advantage of this brief opening, Fiore indeed activated her mechanical arm and attacked from behind.

"Ugh... I failed..." Assassin muttered to himself, nimbly dodging the mechanical arm's attack, then leaping backward to conceal himself once again under the cover of mist.

ta ta ta ......

Accompanied by crisp footsteps, a tall figure slowly walked into the mist and appeared before everyone.

"Lion's Roar?" Danic's eyes showed a hint of surprise. If he remembered correctly, this necromancer should be on the red team's side...

"Let's talk about it later." Lion Robber threw out a few pill-like black spheres from his jacket. Streams of eerie, bluish-black gas rose from the spheres, merging with the surrounding mist.

These gases seemed to contain some peculiar substances that cleverly neutralized the toxicity of the fog, improving everyone's condition. However...

"Ugh... What a awful smell..." Gold bent over and gagged. The smell was exactly the same as that of a rotting corpse that had been exposed to the scorching sun for days and then became moldy and festering!

The others also showed signs of discomfort; the taste was indeed pushing their physical limits.

"Just bear with it a little longer. Compared to life, these are just trivial matters." Lion Robber shrugged.

"I think if this continues, the probability of us being suffocated by the stench is about the same as the probability of being poisoned," Koles complained.

"So, eliminating Assassin as soon as possible is our only way out," Lion Robber said.

"What do you have to do?" Danic asked. Although he didn't know why Lionclaw would help them, as he said, Assassin was the biggest problem facing them now.

“What can I do? I’m just an ordinary necromancer. Dealing with a Servant is beyond my capabilities.” Lion’s Robber shrugged. “The only one who can deal with a Servant is the Servant.”

He raised his right hand, and the Command Seals etched on the back of his right hand emitted a crimson light:

"By Command Spell, Saber, return to my side immediately."

The surging magic caused the surrounding air to vibrate violently, and amidst the dazzling light, a blonde girl wearing blood-red armor and wielding the Crimson Lightning Demon Sword appeared.

Danic instinctively took a step back. At this distance, if Mordred attacked them, they wouldn't have time to react at all.

"Ugh! What's that smell?! Master, did you summon me to the sewers?!" Mordred gagged and promptly put on her helmet.

"I'll apologize to you later. Let's deal with this problem first," Lion Robber said.

"Damn it, the fight over there was so exciting, and then suddenly I was pulled over here. It's so annoying." Mordred complained, raising his magic sword and pointing it at the mist ahead. "So you understand now, Assassin? I'm very annoyed. If you come out now, I might give you a quick death. Otherwise, I can't guarantee I won't leave something on you later."

Her response was not to Assassin's words, but to a dagger that came hurtling towards her.

Snapped!

The dagger struck the armor and bounced off instantly, while at the same time, Assassin's clear, innocent laughter echoed from the depths of the mist.

Mordred stared at the dagger on the ground in silence for a moment, then suddenly let out a soft chuckle:

"...Hehe, so this seems to be your answer."

boom--!!!

A surge of magical power shot skyward instantly, and violent crimson lightning raged through the surrounding mist. Mordred raised his magic sword high, a cruel smile playing on his lips hidden beneath his helmet:

"Then, prepare to face hell!"

Rumble—!!!

A violent thunderbolt descended from the sky, unleashing the mighty power of the gods, blasting huge, scorched craters into the ground.

While dodging the thunderbolts, Hercules raised his obsidian longbow and fired dozens of arrows at Ozymandias in a flash, at a speed that was too fast for the human eye to follow.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!

The arrows traveled straight and unharmed, each possessing a speed that surpasses sound and containing astonishing destructive power. Even the most advanced sniper rifles of the moment could not match these arrows.

Brilliant lightning bolts shot out and collided with the arrows, but these arrows seemed to have a life of their own, changing direction in mid-air and cleverly bypassing the lightning, continuing their charge towards Ozymandias with undiminished momentum.

"No arrows may come near me."

As Ozymandias's deep voice echoed, the power of [Emperor's Privilege] was activated instantly, and most of the arrows bounced off as if they had hit an invisible wall.

However, one arrow continued its relentless advance, but it failed to strike the noble pharaoh, merely grazing his cheek and striking the throne behind him.