In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Rank: EX

Type: Anti-human/Military/God Noble Phantasm

Maximum capture range: ?

Description: Summoning Nidhogg, the despairing dragon that devours the world. Born from the very rules of the universe, this world-destroying dragon wields immense death power; even a casual spit of black flame can turn the earth into barren wasteland. Having devoured the roots of the World Tree, it possesses regenerative abilities comparable to "immortality." The catalyst for Ragnarok, it boasts an overwhelming advantage against gods. Within the concept of "dragons," it stands at the absolute pinnacle, its stats rivaling those of top-tier deities. Nidhogg possesses its own consciousness and the [Independent Action] ability, equivalent to Rank B.

Knights that Slay Gods

Grade: A++

Type: Anti-Army/Divine Noble Phantasm

Maximum capture range: 5000 person

Description: Summoning a knightly order personally crafted by the Chosen King. All members are heroic spirits, without classes or related skills, but each possesses their own Noble Phantasm, which has special attacks against gods.

Key of God

Rank: EX

type:?

Maximum capture range: ?

Note: A mysterious weapon from another dimension, possessing a power beyond imagination that even the Throne of Heroes cannot analyze. It can only construct a similar Noble Phantasm projection, but cannot reach the strength of the original.

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This is the heroic spirit body constructed by Pan-Human History based on Anahn's records, belonging to a variant record derived from King Arthur's records.

Heroic Spirits are essentially pure fantasy creations, beings formed from the faith of heroes after their deaths. Even if they do not actually exist, they can be born through the blessing of faith. Therefore, the abilities of Heroic Spirits are basically derived from their legends and the great achievements they created. The more profound the mark a being has left on history, the stronger their abilities become after death when they are transformed into a Heroic Spirit.

Therefore, judging from this record, Pan-Human History quite recognizes the series of achievements made by Anahn.

Although the special nature of the Divine Key prevents it from reaching the power of the original body, overall, the strength of this heroic spirit's body is still quite formidable.

After learning a little about the various abilities of the Heroic Spirit [Chosen King Arthur], Anahn began to connect with the Heroic Spirit Summoning System, filtering out those worlds that he had specifically marked as facing an impending catastrophe.

His idea was to take advantage of the unique nature of the Heroic Spirit Summoning System to first send his clones to those worlds to determine where these crises came from, what forms they took, and how dangerous they were, before deciding what measures to take.

An apocalyptic crisis sounds terrifying, but it depends on the specific circumstances.

For example, if a highly skilled hacker team with antisocial personality disorder hacked into the United States' nuclear arsenal and launched all the nuclear missiles, causing a mass extinction of humanity, this would certainly be considered a world-ending crisis. Faced with this situation, Anan only needs to use runes to find their hideout and then deliver a decisive blow to resolve the problem.

However, if it is a world-ending crisis caused by a powerful being or some strange phenomenon, then he must first determine the situation. If the enemy's strength is too great, then he will decisively return to his original body and ride the Thousand Realms Vehicle into the fray.

A heroic spirit can separate into different aspects depending on the needs of the summoning, and these aspects can coexist simultaneously. With this ability, he can maximize the efficiency of saving the world.

After all, there are so many worlds facing crises, and he only has fifty years to live. If he were to search for them one by one like this, who knows how long it would take?

A moment later, the Heroic Spirit Anahn successfully located the marked worlds, but many of them already had passages to the Throne of Heroes, and they were all occupied.

This is a normal phenomenon. After all, the original purpose of building the Heroic Spirit Summoning System was to solve disasters that might threaten the world, and Anan is not the only one on this path.

Having abandoned the worlds that could no longer be visited, Anan sat on his throne, intently watching the remaining worlds.

As soon as these worlds are connected to the Throne of Heroes, he will immediately send his clones down into them.

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At the Clock Tower, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald is a name known to all.

One of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower, the monarch of the El-Melloi faction, the head of the prestigious Archibald family of magic, and the monarch of the Minerals Department.

In addition to these illustrious titles, he also possesses rare talents befitting them: the youngest first-class lecturer in the history of the Summoning Department, having obtained his rank in his teens, and an expert in Summoning, summoning, and alchemy. Gifted and intelligent, a direct descendant of a prestigious family, he inherited the imprint of generations of magical achievements, his incredible talents comparable to those of Hiraga Gennai and Cao Cao.

For Kenneth, who displayed prodigy-like talent during his student days, the title of "genius" was a given. No one doubted this title, and there was no one who posed a threat. Therefore, he had neither pride nor arrogance, and simply enjoyed the title of "genius" as a matter of course.

Life should be fulfilling, as it was in the past and will be in the future. This is Kenneth's sacred and inviolable life commitment. So, having almost reached the end of his path of "civil governance," he began to think about how to add "martial arts" to his experiences to match them.

The intelligence department brought him news: in the far east, someone was planning a magical ritual known as the "Holy Grail War".

Information about the Holy Grail War was quickly presented to him. He glanced through it and a mocking smile immediately appeared on his face.

"The cauldron of omnipotence? There are still people who believe in such a thing. Have those rural landlords fallen so low that they have to rely on such illusory fantasies to seek salvation? If that's the case, then I will personally shatter the illusions of these petty villains."

Intelligence gathering, resource replenishment—all preparations were proceeding smoothly. Kenneth was an arrogant and conceited man, but this didn't mean he was blindly conceited. As a genius, careful planning before acting was his guiding principle from beginning to end. As long as it didn't involve his fiancée, he remained the calm and reliable sorcerer.

Even a lion needs to go all out to catch a rabbit. Although his opponents were just a bunch of country landowners who had never seen the world, Kenneth did not take it lightly at all. He used almost all of the Archibald family's wealth to arm himself from head to toe, and then went through many twists and turns to obtain the holy relic that sealed the deal.

Everything was ready except for the final push. Kenneth stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance, his mind filled with images of his triumphant return and his embrace with his fiancée.

A beautiful woman paired with a hero—this has been the case since ancient times.

Dengdengdeng-

The sudden knocking interrupted Kenneth's smile, and his face immediately darkened, making his already somewhat harsh features appear even more sinister.

He opened the door, and standing outside was a member of the Department of Law and Politics. This department, which was directly under the Barthero family, was a well-known hyena in the Clock Tower. However, a mere ordinary member did not have the right to be presumptuous in front of the monarch.

Kenneth asked calmly, "What is it?"

"Your Majesty, your sacred relic has been stolen."

Chapter Two: Are You My Master?

Clock Tower, a combat training room.

Swish swish swish—!!!

The silvery liquid condensed into a sharp whip blade, mercilessly slicing through the magic doll in front of it. The body, made of special alloy, was cut into countless cracks as if it were fragile paper.

Anyone could see that with the sharpness of these mercury blades, it would only take a moment to deal with a magic doll of this level, but its manipulator did not do so. Every time the mercury blades were swung down, one could feel the resentment and anger that were attached to them.

After enduring five minutes of humiliation, the magic doll was finally freed from this endless purgatory. Its body shattered into countless fragments, scattered all over the ground. Its horrific appearance made one wonder if it had any consciousness, it would probably have become a demon by now.

The silvery liquid swished back into the tiny test tube, which was completely disproportionate to its size. The blond executioner let out a long breath, and the brutality and ferocity on his face as he tortured the magic doll gradually faded, replaced by the composure and calmness of a genius.

He turned and left, going straight back to his room, where he sat on a custom-made Italian sofa, his gaze sweeping across the long table in front of him.

The books were scattered haphazardly on the long table, resembling a small hill. The rough creases on the paper clearly showed that their readers had not shown any pity for these precious handwritten copies that were over a hundred years old.

These are all documents sent by the intelligence department. They are said to be books that the traitor who stole the sacred relic browsed in the library before leaving. The contents are varied, but they all point to the same thing without exception—

The Holy Grail War.

Kenneth pulled a document from under the stack of books, looked at the timid, gray-green-haired boy on the document, and a slight smile, a mixture of sarcasm and wistfulness, appeared on his lips.

“You dare to steal from the monarch, Waver Velvet, you certainly have some nerve. If this is your resolve, then I, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, accept it.”

"That's easy for you to say. Without that relic, how will you participate in the Holy Grail War?"

The door opened, and a rare beauty walked in. Although she had long, fiery red hair, she gave off the feeling of an exceptionally cold and icy beauty. She looked slightly younger than Kenneth, seemingly only in her early twenties. At first glance, one could tell that she was a sensitive and noble young lady, and her stern eyes revealed a queenly majesty.

"The ninth head of the Archibald family, the monarch of El-Melloi, actually had his precious relics stolen by a third-rate magician from a third-rate family. Kenneth, you have truly disappointed me."

Throughout the entire Clock Tower, even the monarchs of the three great families might not dare to reprimand Kenneth like this, but this woman was the only exception.

Sora Nazele Sophia, Kenneth's mentor—the daughter of the Minister of the Department of Spirituality, an authority on spiritualism, Kenneth's fiancée, and the only woman he truly loves.

—This is the most bizarre thing. No one can understand why the promising Lord El-Melloi would fall for this crooked tree. If we were to delve deeper, we could only sigh and say, "Love makes people blind."

“Sora…” Kenneth stood up, a rare look of embarrassment on his face. “Please believe me, this was just an accident, I…”

“I don’t need explanations or excuses!” Sora raised her hand to interrupt Kenneth, her haughty phoenix eyes flashing with a sharp light. “Since you’re my fiancé, show me concrete evidence!”

Kenneth took a deep breath, and like an excited young man, loudly replied "Yes," before turning and leaving the room.

Ten minutes later, he returned, carrying an elegantly decorated wooden box.

“There is a saying in the distant East, ‘A cunning rabbit has three burrows,’ which describes a truly wise person who never leaves himself only one way out.” Meeting his fiancée’s puzzled gaze, the learned monarch revealed a calm and indifferent smile. With a wave of his hand, he used the wind generated by magic to sweep all the books on the table to the ground. Then, he solemnly placed the wooden box on the table and carefully opened it.

Inside lay a yellowed, old book, the words on its surface blurred by time, only faint traces revealing that it belonged to Gaelic script, which had been abandoned since the 19th century.

"This is the original version of one of the four great ancient Irish legends, the Celtic epic, the Fenian Chronicles," Kenneth said, slightly raising his chin.

Sora's eyes lit up slightly. Although she was raised as a daughter of a family for the purpose of a political marriage, she was still the daughter of the Minister of the Spirit Summoning Department. For her, knowledge about the underworld was just like common sense.

The Fenian Chronicles recount the heroic and tragic adventures of the great hero Finn McCool and his elite Fiona Knights, and its status is comparable to that of the Indian Ramayana.

If this original text were used as a relic, it would definitely summon a remarkable Servant. Even if it weren't Finn, it would certainly be one of the most famous heroes in the Fiona Knights.

To avoid a repeat of the previous tragedy, Kenneth decided not to delay any longer and immediately took his fiancée to his magic workshop to prepare for the ritual of summoning the Heroic Spirit.

"Declaration"

"Your body is beneath me, my fate rests on your sword..."

The deep voice, accompanied by solemn vows, enveloped the ceremony in a grand ritual. As if drawn by this sacredness, Sora's gaze involuntarily shifted, focusing on Kenneth's serious and earnest profile.

"...Entangle your three great incantations for seven days, come from the Wheel of Restraint, guardian of Libra!"

On the Throne of Heroes, Anahn, who was sitting on the throne observing the world with nothing to do, suddenly noticed a strange fluctuation coming from one of the planets. Then a beam of light pierced through and connected with the Throne of Heroes.

"Has it finally arrived?"

His eyes lit up slightly, and without hesitation, he threw his record into the passageway.

Another record, which was about to enter the passage, paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to retreat and return in the direction it came from.

Inside the magic workshop.

Sora blew up, flashing red light. Sora tightly covered her skirt. Kenneth felt the magic power flowing out of his body and the heavy pressure squeezing his skin. A rare excitement rose in his heart.

With such a massive presence, it is undoubtedly a top-tier Servant!

"Appear! Grand Master of the Fiona Knights, your esteemed master awaits you here..."

Kenneth's voice abruptly stopped as he gazed at that bright, dark patch.

If he remembers correctly, Finn is a Celtic...

The gale gradually subsided, the red light slowly faded, and the azure silver figure stood tall on the summoning circle, his majestic voice resonating through the air:

“Servant Lancer, Anan, I have come in response to the call. Tell me, are you my Master?”

Anan? A million question marks flashed across Kenneth's mind. Although the name did sound quite European, there didn't seem to be anyone like that in the Fiona Knights. And in his memory, there didn't seem to be any hero with that name.

Could it be a fake name? Kenneth frowned deeply. He was a person who liked to be in control of everything and hated his subordinates making decisions on their own. Moreover, he was unwilling to reveal his real name. Did he think that Kenneth was not qualified to be the Master?

He's just a ghost who's been dead for who knows how many years, yet he dares to look down on this genius?

I'll see who you really are!