In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Sensing the surging power, Rdier and Saber, who were watching from the sidelines, changed their expressions simultaneously and hurriedly retreated.

At the same time, the four magicians who were fighting at the top of Mount Enzang were also shocked by this enormous power and stopped fighting at the same time, turning their attention to Ryudo-ji Temple halfway up the mountain.

"Are these two trying to completely destroy this place?" Rider finally stopped when he had retreated more than 500 meters away. He turned around and looked at the land that had been torn apart by the magic storm. He patted his chest with lingering fear.

If the aftershocks of magic alone can create such a scene, it's hard to imagine what the scene must be like in the very center.

Saber pursed her thin lips slightly, her gaze unconsciously falling on the jet-black Aurora Sword in her hand. If only she could break the seal on the holy sword...

"Damn it!" Gilgamesh roared furiously, his eyes blazing with rage. He absolutely could not accept that someone could actually stand up to Ea head-on!

The treasures within the Royal Treasury evaporated rapidly like a tide. Empowered by these treasures, Ea shone brightly, its power reaching new heights once more. A crimson pillar of magical light squeezed the flames, sweeping towards Anan.

Gazing at the incoming beam of magical light, Anan's deep, dark dragon eyes remained unmoved. With a thought, the three magic furnace cores stored in the alternate dimension simultaneously transmitted a large amount of magical power, which flowed continuously into the Heavenly Fire Greatsword.

Before coming, he and Kenneth prepared a total of five magic cores. Apart from the one that had already been used up and the one that Kenneth was currently carrying, he had brought the remaining three with him.

With the support of three magical cores and fifteen years' worth of magical reserves, the power of the Heavenly Fire Greatsword instantly reached its peak. The crimson heavenly fire, carrying temperatures high enough to incinerate the world, crushed and destroyed the scarlet magical pillar of light with overwhelming force, and then continued to rush towards Gilgamesh.

"You..." Gilgamesh hadn't finished speaking when the raging flames completely engulfed him. His mythical armor melted into nothingness in an instant, his dazzling golden hair was burned away, and his flesh and blood were scorched black by the intense heat, leaving no intact skin to be found.

Despite the excruciating pain, Gilgamesh managed to concentrate and open the Gate of Babylon. Several bottles of precious healing elixirs poured out, repairing his damaged body. Even so, his aura remained extremely weak, as if he were on the verge of death.

The heavenly fire not only severely damaged Gilgamesh's body, but also caused serious damage to his spirit origin. Even if Anan releases him today, he will completely disappear within a day.

"He actually...lost?" Kirei Kotomine and Kiritsugu Emiya were filled with obvious astonishment. Even when facing two exceptional Servants, Archer and Berserker, at the same time, he still managed to win. This Lancer is just too terrifyingly strong!

A slight look of disbelief appeared in Kenneth's eyes. Although he had complete confidence in Lancer, he had to admit that he was still deeply shocked by the other's performance.

"How could such a thing happen..." Tokiomi Tohsaka gripped the ruby ​​scepter tightly, his face devoid of its former elegance and composure, replaced by a somber expression.

In those lake-like turquoise eyes, something inhuman seemed to be throbbing wildly, as if it might break free at any moment.

Kirei Kotomine frowned slightly, retreated to Tokiomi Tohsaka's side, and said in a low voice, "Sensei, let's retreat first."

The current situation is very unfavorable for them. Archer and Berserker have already been defeated, and the three of them are helpless against Kenneth. Once Lancer turns his attention to them, they will have no chance of escaping.

"Kirei." Tokiomi Tohsaka's voice suddenly became calm, so calm it was almost eerie. "Do you remember what I told you back then?"

"What?" Kirei Kotomine was slightly taken aback, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

He looked down in disbelief and saw a mercury dagger inlaid with jewels piercing his lower abdomen. The person holding the sword was none other than his mentor, Tokiomi Tohsaka!

"Now, it's time for you to sacrifice yourself for the Tohsaka family." Tokiomi Tohsaka's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes filled with indescribable madness and malice.

Kenneth and Kiritsugu Emiya, who were not far away, couldn't help but look a little dazed. They had just been fighting side by side, and in the blink of an eye, the master had killed the disciple. What kind of magical development was this?

Inside Ryudong Temple, Berserker, who had been silent since the beginning, suddenly let out a shrill roar. Then, his body gradually turned into spiritual particles and disappeared without a trace.

"Berserker... has been eliminated?" The other Servants present couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Tokiomi Tohsaka drew his Azoth sword, and Kirei Kotomine's body fell forward, his eyes dull and lifeless, and he was no more.

Kenneth frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Head of the Tohsaka family, what exactly do you want?"

"What do I want to do?" Tokiomi Tohsaka's face suddenly twisted into a grotesque, demonic contortion, his eyes filled with obvious madness. He spread his arms wide toward the sky and roared with laughter, "Of course, it's to pursue supreme power!"

He raised his right hand high, and with a malicious whisper, the last remaining Command Seal on the back of his hand suddenly burst into a bright light:

"Commit suicide, Archer!"

Gilgamesh's body suddenly stiffened, his arm involuntarily rising, golden ripples appearing, and the sharp blade pointing straight at his heart.

"Tokiomi Tohsaka!!" Gilgamesh, who had seen through everything, suddenly turned his head towards the summit of Mount Enzo, his crimson vertical pupils boiling with boundless rage. "How dare you!"

"Farewell, King of Heroes." Tokiomi Tohsaka smiled coldly, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

puff!

The blade shot out from the ripples and instantly pierced Gilgamesh's heart. If he were in good condition, he could forcefully resist the power of the Command Seal with his [Independent Action] ability, but with his mana depleted and his spirit origin damaged, he was powerless to resist.

Crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The Servant's spirit origin was completely pierced. Carrying a heart full of resentment and anger, the ancient Golden King thus departed from the stage.

Looking at Tokiomi Tohsaka before him, Kenneth couldn't help but feel a little serious. This man had ruthlessly abandoned two powerful Servants in succession. What was his purpose?

“You must have a lot of questions right now.” Tokiomi Tohsaka turned to look at Kenneth and Kiritsugu Emiya, his eyes flashing with undisguised malice and madness. “Don’t worry, you’ll know everything soon.”

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

Suddenly, the entire Yuanzang Mountain began to tremble violently, and a huge wave of magical power emanated from it. The terrifying and vast power made Kenneth's expression change.

"Such immense magical power..."

"Hahahaha!!" Tokiomi Tohsaka laughed wildly, all traces of elegance and composure gone. "Do you know why I chose this place as the battlefield? It's because this place has the most powerful spiritual vein in the entire Fuyuki City, and the main body of the Greater Grail is located here!"

Kenneth frowned slightly. He already knew most of the truth about the Holy Grail War from Lancer, so he naturally knew what the so-called Greater Grail was.

Why did Tokiomi Tohsaka suddenly bring up that contaminated cup at this moment?

"According to the original design of the Holy Grail system, at least four or more Servants need to leave the field in order to summon the Lesser Grail and thus connect it to the Greater Grail. My original plan was to have Archer and Berserker defeat Lancer and then have them leave the field, thus fulfilling the necessary conditions for the Holy Grail to descend."

"Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Lancer's strength far exceeded my expectations. Even Archer and Berserker combined couldn't defeat him."

"Fortunately, I had already considered this possibility and made preparations in advance. The souls of the three Servants are enough to awaken the Greater Grail. Next—"

Tokiomi Tohsaka casually tossed aside the ruby ​​scepter he had painstakingly crafted over half a lifetime, and pulled out a pitch-black book from his robes. The cover was covered with numerous indescribable images that were enough to make one dizzy, nauseous, and uncomfortable just by looking at them.

Tokiomi Tohsaka opened the book, and a vast amount of dark magic surged out instantly, its quantity far exceeding even the Naraka Castle Bible held by Caster.

These magical energies converged, forming a bizarre and inexplicable magical formula in the void. Tokiomi Tohsaka laughed maniacally:

"O Holy Grail we seek, in the name of R'lyeh, descend here!"

The thirty-seventh Great Old One, descend!

Strange runes covered the sky, their twisted forms completely unlike any known school of magic, as if they did not originate from this planet, but from a more distant universe.

“R'lyeh…” Kenneth stared at the ominous black text in Tokiomi Tohsaka’s hand with a grim expression, and said in a deep voice, “What you have in your hand is the R'lyeh Text?”

"As expected of the ruler of the Clock Tower, your knowledge is truly extensive." Tokiomi Tohsaka smiled, but there was no warmth in that smile; it only conveyed inhuman malice and darkness.

The R'lyeh Text is a legendary book, supposedly written by an unknown author around 3000 BC. The original text is said to have been written on clay tablets, and whether it still exists or has been destroyed remains uncertain, with various rumors circulating.

One of the more prevalent rumors is that someone copied many scroll-like copies of the original text. These copies have existed since 300 BC and are said to be hidden in some desolate place on the coast of that ancient Eastern country.

In addition to Chinese translations, these manuscripts also include English, German, and Italian translations. The Italian translation is attributed to the legendary magician François Plati, who translated the R'lyeh text brought back from the East by the traveler Marco Polo. It is also the prototype for Caster Gilles de Rais's Noble Phantasm, the [Snail City Text].

For centuries, countless magicians have been searching for this legendary book that records forbidden knowledge, but no one has ever been heard of obtaining it. Magicians who see no hope can only give up in despair, and the legend of the R'lyeh Text has gradually disappeared into the long river of history, becoming a dream as beautiful as a mirage.

However, no one expected that after more than five hundred years, this forbidden book would appear in this remote island nation in the Far East. For a moment, even Kenneth couldn't tell whether this was a cycle of fate or a cruel joke of destiny.

Just then, as if a bolt of lightning struck his mind, Kenneth blurted out, "You deliberately orchestrated for Ryunosuke Uryu to summon Caster, just to awaken it?"

"Oh? You actually know that Caster was summoned by me?" Tokiomi Tohsaka's eyes flashed with surprise, then he sneered, "But whatever, all the preparations have been completed anyway, and even if you know now, it's too late."

Emiya Kiritsugu frowned deeply. Wasn't Tohsaka Tokiomi's Servant Archer? How did it get involved with Caster again?

He suddenly realized that this Holy Grail War probably contained many inside stories that he was unaware of, and all of this was clearly related to Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had suddenly become very abnormal.

"So you really were the mastermind behind all of this," Kenneth said, his face grim.

"That's right! That's right! I designed everything!" Tokiomi Tohsaka laughed maniacally. "I was the one who brought Caster down, I was the one who killed Caster and then used the Rokujin Castle Text to awaken the R'lyeh Text, I was the one who sent the Rokujin Castle Text to the Matou family, I was the one who used the name von Hohenheim Paracelsus to lower Zouken Matou's guard, and then took the opportunity to let the Rokujin Castle Text corrupt him. All of this, I did it all by myself!"

Kenneth frowned slightly. He could understand Tokiomi Tohsaka's previous actions, but...

"Why did you use the Luoyan City teachings to corrupt Matou Zangyan?"

"Why?" Tokiomi Tohsaka's lips suddenly curled into a mysterious smile. "Of course, it's to leave behind 'coordinates'."

"Coordinates?" Kenneth was slightly taken aback. Before he could ask any further questions, a thunderous roar suddenly came from above.

He raised his head and saw that in the very center of that strange spell, the sky suddenly collapsed, and a pitch-black sun emerged, radiating a strong aura of unease, as if it were a collection of all the malice in the world.

Kiritsugu Emiya also saw the huge black hole, and for some reason, he sensed a faint, familiar aura coming from it.

No, that's impossible. How could that thing be...?

His body trembled slightly, and he suddenly turned to look at Tokiomi Tohsaka, his eyes bloodshot, and said, "Tell me, what is that thing!?"

"What is that?" Tokitomi Tohsaka looked at Kiritsugu Emiya with a mocking gaze, a wicked smile appearing on his lips. "Isn't that the Holy Grail you've been pursuing all along? What, can't you recognize it?"

“How…is this possible…” Kiritsugu Emiya staggered backward, unable to believe that the miracle he had pursued with all his might would turn out to be something like that.

The Holy Grail has been corrupted.

Yes, I knew it all along, the truth was already laid bare before me, but why, why did I still...

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Kiritsugu Emiya knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. He clutched his hair tightly, letting out a heart-wrenching howl like a wild beast.

Seeing this, Tokiomi Tohsaka nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Kenneth, only to find that the latter remained calm and composed, as if he had expected this to happen.

Tokiomi Tohsaka narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "You already knew the truth about the Holy Grail?"

"Isn't this something you can tell just by looking at it?" Kenneth scoffed dismissively. "But there's one thing I'm curious about. There are still four Servants on the field. Even if you summon the Holy Grail, you still won't be able to open the path to the Root. What's the point of doing this?"

"It seems you know quite a bit about the Holy Grail War," Tokiomi Tohsaka said, his expression slightly grim. "However, you're right. If we don't eliminate all seven Servants, we can't reach the Root through the Holy Grail, so—"

A maniacal grin slowly spread across his lips: "Wouldn't it be enough to just wipe them all out?"

Kenneth frowned slightly. Where did Tokiomi Tohsaka get the audacity to say such a thing after losing Servent?

Coordinates, R'lyeh Text, Holy Grail... Just as Kenneth was pondering the relationship between these three, a crazy idea suddenly flashed through his mind, making him widen his eyes in shock.

"You don't mean to...!!"

"Haha! That's right, just what you think!" As if he had guessed Kenneth's thoughts, Tokiomi Tohsaka let out another maniacal laugh, his eyes filled with tangible malice and madness.

"Using the teachings of the City of Desolation as your coordinates, and [all the evil of this world] as your sacrifice, now the time has come. It is time to reveal your supreme form to the world. Descend here—"

"The Great Old Ones—Kshira!!"

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Great Old Ones Who Fear Pain

"What...is that?" Saber stared blankly at the dark hole floating in the sky, a strange sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

“That is the Holy Grail.” Anahn’s eyes narrowed slightly. “To be precise, it is the spatial tunnel hidden in the altar of the Advent ceremony, connected to the Greater Grail magic circle, which is the [hole] of the Holy Grail.”

Saber stared blankly for a long time, then shook his head with a wry smile: "So what you said was true, the Holy Grail really has been corrupted."

“So that’s how it is. That thing is the Holy Grail.” Iskandar scratched his head and sighed helplessly. “I’m actually fighting for something like that? How ridiculous. I thought it was a rare opportunity to gain a physical body and continue my domineering conquest.”

“Although the Holy Grail is corrupted, theoretically it can still allow Servants to suffer physical harm.” Anahn glanced at him. “Although it will affect their will, if it were you, you might be able to withstand it.”