In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Chapter 8 King Arthur of Another World VS King Arthur Alter

The cool moonlight shone down like a continuous stream, seeping into the warehouse area that had been magically separated. The high-top boots clattered on the concrete, making a crisp clicking sound.

The visitors were two women. One of them was wearing a white thermal top made of high-end fur and a tall white hat. Her long, snow-white hair cascaded down like a snow fairy. Although she looked like an elegant and dignified married woman, her blood-red eyes revealed a childlike clarity, making it difficult to determine her true age.

The other woman was slightly smaller in stature, dressed in a sharp black suit that accentuated her androgynous and capable demeanor. Her golden ponytail swayed behind her head, and her delicate, elfin face was covered with a cold frost, while her pale golden eyes revealed a chilling murderous intent.

Artoria... Looking at that face that was all too familiar, Anahn sighed inwardly, a complex expression appearing in his eyes.

Although he had made preparations before coming, he still couldn't help but feel a little dazed when the other party actually appeared in front of him.

No words were needed; a single glance was enough to confirm that the Artoria before him was definitely not the same person as his blood-related sister.

Moreover, the Artoria from his original world had absolutely no reason to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Even so, looking at that familiar face, Yanan couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth.

But when he noticed the other person's condition and that perfectly flat head, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.

“Such an undisguised display of your power is undoubtedly a provocation.” The androgynous beauty stared coldly at Anan. “Then, as you wish, arrogant one, I will now bestow defeat upon you.”

Yanan's gaze did not fall on her, but instead shifted to the snow elf beside her, and he said in a slightly cold tone, "Irisviel, why is Saber like this?"

Irisviel and Kiritsugu Emiya, who was hiding on a container with a sniper rifle not far away, were both startled. Could this unknown Servant be an acquaintance of Saber?

"Saber, do you know him?" Irisviel quickly asked the androgynous beauty beside her in a low voice.

The androgynous beauty frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and shook her head: "No, I have never seen him."

“Answer my question, Irisviel.” Yanan casually tossed the magic furnace in his hand, which immediately disappeared into the alternate dimension created by Thousand Worlds Ichijō. He jumped off the container and stared at Irisviel sternly, like a parent questioning a teacher. “The normal Saber should never look like this. What did you do when you summoned her?”

Imaginary number magic... Could this guy be a Caster...? The Masters observing the battlefield through their familiars all had the same thought.

“Wait a minute, Saber, he seems to really know you, and he seems quite familiar with you.” Irisviel cautiously tugged at Saber’s sleeve, her eyes filled with the fear and worry of a frightened deer.

As an artificial human created by the Einzbern family specifically for the Holy Grail War, this was Irisviel's first time stepping into the outside world. Already somewhat nervous and afraid, she became even more fearful and uneasy in the face of Anaen's aggressive questioning.

Saber frowned slightly, stepped forward to shield Irisviel behind her, and stared indifferently at Anahn: "I am not the person you know."

Anan narrowed his eyes slightly. To Irisviel and Kiritsugu Emiya, these words might have sounded like a reference to the once noble and virtuous King of Knights, but he knew that they referred to something more fundamental.

Without a doubt, this abnormal Artoria from normal history has already figured out his origins.

"Lancer, do you know who this Servant is?" Kenneth's voice echoed in his ears.

After a moment of silence, Yanan replied, "She is the same kind of being as me."

The same existence? Kenneth pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Was that servant also King Arthur?

But why is King Arthur a girl? And that cruel and tyrannical temperament is completely different from the kind and wise knight king in the legend!

Kenneth's expression turned strange as he watched the two sides facing off. A King Arthur from another world fighting a female version of King Arthur? Something was definitely off about this scene.

Anan's gaze was slightly complicated. Although he knew that the Artoria in front of him was not the one he knew, he still couldn't help but feel a nameless anger rising in his heart when he saw her in this state.

In fact, he could roughly guess what had happened. At worst, Kiritsugu Emiya had added a spell similar to Berserk when he summoned Artoria, thus turning the noble and virtuous King of Knights into his current state.

The Einzbern family was one of the three founding families that established the Holy Grail system, and like the Matou family, they were technical partners. Since even the Matou family possessed advanced technology like the Book of False Servants, there's no reason why the Einzbern family wouldn't have left themselves some backdoors.

"Although I don't know the exact nature of your relationship with her, let me make this clear beforehand: you'd better not expect me to go easy on you. The Holy Grail can only belong to me!"

Saber suddenly took a step forward, and with a strong wind pressure, her black suit instantly transformed into a magical armor covered with black patterns. An invisible sword was held in her hand, and a terrifying and tyrannical aura spread out, like a tyrant reigning over the land.

“You are no match for me,” Yanan said calmly, as if stating something self-evident.

"Are you underestimating me?" Her pale gold eyes blazed with fury, as if invisible swords were hidden within. Although Artoria's essence hadn't changed in her reversed state, her emotions, now freed from mental constraints, were fluctuating more dramatically than ever before. Undoubtedly, she had been thoroughly enraged by Anarn.

Without the slightest hesitation, she shattered the solid concrete pavement with one foot, her body charging towards Anan like a cannonball. The airflow generated by the swinging of the invisible sword in her hand turned into a gale, like hundreds of sharp blades rushing towards Anan.

Anan took a step forward with a calm and collected demeanor, and a surge of magical energy rose up, canceling out the oncoming wind blades.

Saber's eyes twitched slightly. This mysterious Servant was probably even more powerful than she had imagined, as his mere aura had been able to stop her attack.

But the battle-hardened Knight Queen would not be discouraged by a temporary setback. Her eyes remained cold and ruthless as she slashed the invisible sword in her hand diagonally towards the enemy in front of her.

Anan took another step back, dodging Saber's slash. Then, taking advantage of the moment when Saber's old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet been generated, he lashed out with his right leg like a whip, slamming it hard into Saber's waist.

With a loud bang, Saber was sent flying to the side and crashed into the container next to her with a heavy roar.

All the Masters watching this scene through their familiars instantly changed their expressions. Without using any weapons or even engaging in a proper battle, the strongest class, Saber, was suppressed. The strength of this mysterious Servant was simply too terrifying!

What exactly is his background?!

"Could it be Lancelot?" Kiritsugu Emiya frowned slightly. Knowing Saber and being so powerful, the only one who could be left was the legendary chief of the Round Table, the Knight of the Lake.

It couldn't possibly be Merlin, could it? How could a magician possess such skills?

“Saber…” Irisviel’s left hand clenched tightly, her crimson eyes revealing obvious worry.

Tread-

Saber stepped out of the container, her magical armor dimming slightly and her aura weakening somewhat, but the killing intent in her eyes only intensified, and her temperament became even more tyrannical.

"You can see this sword?" she asked coldly. Yanan's step back just now was exactly outside the maximum range of Excalibur, and she didn't believe it was just a simple coincidence.

“I once had a similar sword in my hand,” Yanan said calmly. The Sword in the Stone was actually made by Merlin in imitation of Excalibur. The two were almost identical in appearance, so he was naturally very clear about the shape of Excalibur.

“Since that’s the case, then there’s no need for me to continue hiding it.” Saber’s wrist trembled slightly, and the invisible wind barrier dissipated, revealing the jet-black Aurora Sword.

Just as the ancient lake spirits possessed both good and evil (Vivian and Morgan le Fay), the Holy Sword would also display different aspects depending on its wielder, but even so, its status as a Holy Sword remained unchanged.

"Saber, didn't I tell you beforehand not to show the Holy Sword to outsiders so casually!"

Kiritsugu Emiya's voice, tinged with anger, echoed in Saber's ears. The tyrant, who had completely abandoned his chivalrous spirit, coldly snorted in response: "Enough with the nonsense. I know what I'm doing. Instead of worrying about me, you should do what you're supposed to do. Let me warn you, if you mess up, I'll be the first to chop you down."

Kiritsugu Emiya's lips twitched slightly. Although he had successfully transformed this noble knight king into a tyrant who would stop at nothing to win, thanks to the modified summoning spell of Ahadeon, his temper was still far too wicked.

However, for the sake of the salvation of all mankind, these are all trivial matters.

Kiritsugu Emiya shook his head slightly, putting these useless emotions behind him, and turned his sniper rifle around, using the thermal imaging scope to search for the Master of the mysterious Servant.

As he turned his sniper rifle to the northeast, a figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

"...Hmph." A slight, disdainful smile appeared on the man's lips. Just as expected, these magicians were as arrogant as ever.

“Maiya, to the northeast of Saber and the others, the Master of that mysterious Servant is standing on the roof of the warehouse. If I’m not mistaken, it should be Kenneth from the Clock Tower. Can you see him?”

A moment later, a woman's cold voice came through the earpiece: "No, from my position, it's a blind spot."

"Understood. Let's wait and see for now. Once Saber and that guy start fighting, I'll find an opportunity to take care of his Master."

The assassin's meticulousness led Kiritsugu Emiya to make a calm assessment. The mysterious Servant was extremely powerful and had not yet revealed any specific abilities. If he were to make a move now, he could not guarantee that he would not be instantly discovered and lose his life.

So he had to wait, wait for the best, the most perfect opportunity.

He was very patient because he had waited 20 years for this day.

Looking at the Excalibur, which was wreathed in dark magic, Anan shook his head with a hint of helplessness: "I say, do you really need to go to this extent? Aren't you afraid of exposing your identity?"

"Since you already know my identity, it doesn't matter whether I reveal it or not. If I can't defeat you, I won't get the Holy Grail either." Saber's tone was icy. Her iron boots slammed into the ground as she charged towards Anahn, her jet-black aurora sword slashing straight down.

Yanan dodged the attack by turning his body to the side. Dark magic spread out from the sword, leaving a trench seven or eight meters wide in the ground. The flying pebbles flew haphazardly, pattering against the metal exterior of the container like raindrops.

Saber pressed forward, closely following Anahn's steps, his black holy sword slashing down relentlessly, giving the latter no chance to escape.

The dark magic surged and roared like an angry dragon as Saber slashed, leaving deep marks on the ground and the surrounding containers, as if they had been scratched by an ancient dragon.

Kenneth watched with trepidation as Saber attacked relentlessly, seemingly driven mad, and immediately contacted Anan:

"Hey, Lancer, fight back! If this keeps up, you're really going to lose!"

Anan frowned slightly. He was currently only a Servant, and there was a considerable gap between him and the original Servant, let alone the Heroic Spirit. Saber's offensive was so fierce that it did put a lot of pressure on him.

There was no other way... He sighed inwardly, and a surge of powerful magical energy suddenly erupted from his body, creating a violent shockwave.

Saber narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his holy sword and swung it forward, a gust of wind howled out, blocking the oncoming shockwave.

Once the magical fluctuations subsided, Anan's attire had transformed from a modern hoodie and jeans into a mysterious and elegant azure silver armor. He held a dark and deep spear in his hand, his spine was as straight as a dragon, and his eyes were domineering, exuding the aura of a king.

He gazed at Saber before him, his tone as calm and undisturbed as a still pond:

"Are you ready for defeat?"

Chapter Nine: Brother Beats Up His Disgusting "Sister"

A fierce wind swept through, but Cangyin's figure stood firm in place, his mighty aura surging like a tidal wave. All the spectators' eyes were drawn to him, and in that instant, he seemed to become the center of the world.

"That armor..." Kiritsugu Emiya, who was observing the battle through his sniper scope, paused slightly. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the style of the silver armor was very similar to Saber's armor.

He even had a vague intuition that if Saber were summoned in her normal state, then her armor should look like this.

Of course, Kiritsugu Emiya wasn't the only one who noticed this; the other Masters and Servants watching from the shadows had their eyes flickering slightly, and various different thoughts were swirling in their minds.

Feeling the immense pressure, Saber slightly tightened her grip on the black holy sword in her hand, a hint of solemnity appearing in her pale golden eyes, which held a deep-seated cruelty and tyranny:

"You really are Lancer."

“This is my last piece of advice, Saber.” Anan casually twirled the Black Abyss in his hand. “You’re not my target tonight. If you back down now, it’s not too late.”

Kenneth opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

"Sure." Saber's lips curled into a cold smile. With a stomp of her foot, she charged towards Anan like a black meteor, propelled by magic. Dark magic burned like flames on the sword. "I'll stop once you're dead."

With the enhancement of A-level strength, the jet-black holy sword fell like a giant axe splitting the heavens and earth. Yanan, whose strength level was only B, naturally did not choose to take the attack head-on. He tapped his left toes and turned his body to the side to avoid Saber's vertical slash. At the same time, the Black Abyss in his hand drew a semi-circle in the air and slashed horizontally towards Saber's neck as if it were a fleeting glimpse of a swan.

Saber lowered her back and leaned back, narrowly missing the tip of Black Abyss's spear. Only a few strands of golden hair drifted down as she watched the dark, deep shaft of the spear slash across her forehead. She seemed to smell the scent of death.

She turned halfway around, her feet sinking backward to stop her fall, then she stepped forward again, using the recoil to propel herself forward, the jet-black holy sword in her hand thrusting straight towards Anan's heart.

Anan's gaze was calm and composed. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward and mercilessly thrust the Black Abyss into Saber's vital point between her eyebrows.

The length of the Black Abyss is almost twice that of Excalibur. If they chose to fight head-on, Saber would inevitably be the first to be attacked. Helpless, the latter could only abandon the attack and change from thrusting to parrying, deflecting the black spear.

"You are too slow."

Anan's tone was calm and composed. He slipped and lunged forward, unleashing a torrent of Black Abyss swords that left behind countless afterimages, relentlessly attacking Saber's vitals.

Saber gritted her teeth, constantly wielding her jet-black holy sword to parry the attacks from Anan.

Even with her intuition and long-standing combat experience as aids, Saber still struggled to defend against Ananon's relentless and relentless attacks. After all, in this state, her agility was only D, making her no different from a sitting duck in front of the A-rank Ananon.

Although she appeared to be the one being suppressed, she was not impatient. She knew that agile warriors like her generally didn't have much stamina, while her own endurance level was A-grade. As long as she continued to drag things out, she would definitely find an opportunity.