In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“Hahaha, don’t joke around. Only the Pharaoh can become the sun, so you are the Pharaoh!” Rider said with certainty.

The priest rubbed his forehead and gave a helpless, bitter laugh. This Sun King was still as fond of talking to himself as ever, completely disregarding the thoughts of others.

However, considering the person's deeds during his lifetime, it's not surprising that he developed such a temper.

Thump thump thump—!

A heavy thud suddenly came from underground, as if some giant beast was struggling.

"Tsk, here we go again, Berserker." Rider frowned unhappily. "Just throw her out and let her fend for herself. She's always making a racket, even more annoying than those two women."

“It’s not the right time yet.” The priest shook his head. “The fact that Berserker reacted this way means that the Black side must have summoned a Greek hero. At that time, Berserker will be a crucial trump card in our hands.”

"Tch, that's unnecessary. As long as there's enough, no matter what heroes the opponent summons, they're just a bunch of rabble," Rider said with a look of disdain.

“To do everything personally would be disrespectful to you, Your Majesty the Pharaoh,” the priest said with a smile. “Only true heroes deserve your assistance, don’t you think?”

“Hmm~ That’s right, what you said makes some sense. Those lowly ants are not worthy of my attention at all.” Rider stroked his chin and waved his hand magnanimously. “Alright, I approve. Let’s keep Berserker for a while for now.”

“Thank you for your magnanimity, Pharaoh,” the priest said with a smile, then his expression turned serious. “By the way, there is one more thing: the Ruler who will ensure the smooth operation of this war preparation has arrived.”

"So what?" Rider said casually.

"We must eliminate Ruler first, otherwise the impact on us will be too great," the priest said solemnly. "If Ruler himself becomes interested in the Holy Grail, it will be a huge threat to both us and the Black faction. He has two absolute commands over each Servant, and this kind of authority cannot be ignored."

“Only heroic spirits without desires can serve as Rulers,” the white-haired youth said.

“Heroic spirits are also human. We cannot rule out the possibility that Ruler may suddenly develop a thirst for the Holy Grail.” The priest said earnestly, as if he had already confirmed it.

“That’s true. I don’t believe there’s anyone in this world without desires. If there is, it means she’s not trustworthy at all.” Rider nodded in agreement, then gave the priest a half-smile. “So, according to you, who do you plan to send?”

The priest narrowed his eyes slightly. He had originally planned to have Rider snipe Ruler, but judging from the former's expression, he probably had no intention of getting involved.

After all, given the Pharaoh's temperament, if he were truly interested in this matter, he wouldn't ask for anyone else's opinion.

This generation of Heroic Spirits is tough to manage... The priest sighed inwardly and turned to the white-haired youth beside him: "May I ask you for a favor, Lancer?"

Lancer nodded silently, turned his back, and slowly disappeared.

"Hopefully, nothing unexpected will happen," the priest prayed silently.

Thump thump thump—!

Heavy impacts echoed from the church's basement, accompanied by faint, seemingly furious roars like those of wild beasts.

"Achilles...Achilles..."

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The Thousand World Tree Castle.

After defeating his Master, Anan began to examine the attributes of this Heroic Spirit's body.

He was also a little curious about what kind of abilities he would have as a Rider.

Real name: Annan

Job: Rider

Strength: A+

Agility: A

Durability: A+

Magic: A+

Luck: C

Noble Phantasm: EX

Looking at his basic attributes, Yanan couldn't help but show a hint of surprise. Judging from his three stats alone, he had far surpassed himself as a Lancer, almost comparable to the state of activating the Black Dragon Body, and could even go toe-to-toe with Hercules.

But what's with this luck?

Filled with doubt and curiosity, he continued reading.

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance B: Nullifies spells with three or fewer verses. Even grand magic and ritualistic spells are virtually unaffected.

Riding EX: Can freely control all mounts, including dragons that are not within the scope of riding skills.

Inherent skills:

Black Dragon Body A

Unparalleled martial arts A-

Primal Runes -

Divinity C

God Killing A+

To live towards death A

Chosen King A

Savior: D

Noble Phantasm:

Knight's Proof B+: A trial path chosen by the Chosen King, filled with dangers such as cliffs, waterfalls, and even wyverns. Successfully overcoming it will allow one to grasp the true meaning of knighthood. Within its coverage area, all units deemed friendly by the Chosen King will have all attributes increased by one level, up to a maximum of A rank, and will be granted the [Dragon Species] concept.

Order of Knights Who Slay Gods A: Summoning a knightly order personally crafted by the Chosen King. All members are heroic spirits with the [Dragon] attribute. They have no class or related skills, but each possesses their own Noble Phantasm, which has a special attack against gods.

God King's Pegasus A: Summons Sleibnir, the eight-legged winged horse of Odin, the chief god of Norse mythology.

The One Who Rids the Despairing Black Dragon EX: Summoning Nidhogg, the Despairing Dragon that devours the world, a world-destroying dragon born from the rules, wielding immense death power; even a casual spit of black flame can turn the earth into barren wasteland for centuries. Having devoured the roots of the World Tree, it possesses regenerative abilities comparable to "immortality." The catalyst for Ragnarok, it possesses an overwhelming advantage against gods. Within the concept of "dragons," it stands at the absolute pinnacle, with stats comparable to top-tier gods. Nidhogg possesses its own consciousness and has the [Independent Action] ability equivalent to Level B.

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

"Hmm~ I see."

After reviewing his attributes, a thoughtful expression appeared in Anan's eyes.

He finally understood what made him special in this state.

Clearly, as a Rider, all his abilities are based on the concept of [Dragon of Despair - Nidhogg].

It is precisely because of this concept that the [Black Dragon Body] class, which originally belonged to Noble Phantasms, resides permanently within him as an inherent skill, resulting in a comprehensive improvement in his attributes. Of course, the decrease in luck is also included.

It is also due to this concept that his original Noble Phantasms, [Knight's Proof] and [Knights Who Slay Gods], have been given the additional attribute of [Dragon].

The [Dragon] attribute in the real world is fundamentally different from its manifestation in the game. It is an extremely powerful buff, as can be seen from Siegfried.

Judging from the numbers alone, as a Rider, he is undoubtedly much stronger than Lancer. In addition to the overall improvement of his basic attributes, he can also summon Nidhogg to descend, and judging from the description, it is likely to be Nidhogg in his prime.

Upon seeing the phrase "[Nidhogg possesses its own consciousness]", a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind and quickly spread like wildfire.

If it really is as he imagined...

Just as he was hesitating about whether to test the idea, he suddenly heard a knocking sound at the door.

He opened the door and found an artificial human standing outside.

"Hello, Lord Rider, the King wishes to consult you in the audience hall," the android said in a flat tone, his eyes numb and empty.

“I understand.” Anahn nodded, casually closing the door behind him. To prevent others from noticing Sereneka’s unusual behavior, he also placed a restriction on the door with primordial runes before following the homunculus to the audience hall.

“You have arrived, King Arthur.” Vlad III sat on the throne, his demeanor very gentle, a sign of respect for his fellow king, Anaene. “There is something I would like to ask of you.”

“It’s Ruler, isn’t it?” Yanan said calmly.

A glint of light flashed in Vlad III's eyes: "Oh? You know Ruler too?"

“There’s nothing surprising about that.” Yanan smiled and pointed to his eyes. “My eyes can see many things that ordinary people can’t.”

Vlad III stared at Anahn thoughtfully for a while, then smiled and said, "In that case, I won't waste any more words. Please make a trip and see if there's any possibility of bringing Ruler into our camp."

How could that be? That stubborn saintess would never agree to such a thing.

Although that's what he thought in his heart, considering that he might be able to take this opportunity to investigate the situation on the Red Team's side, Yanan nodded anyway:

"no problem."

Chapter Four: First Battle, Karna!

Henri Coander Airport, Bregas, Romania.

A girl dressed in a school uniform, with her hair in a golden ponytail, walked leisurely through the bustling crowd, seemingly completely unsuspecting. For thieves, such an innocent girl was the perfect target. But for some reason, looking into her clear, light blue eyes, no one had the heart to lay a hand on her.

"Turifas is located northeast of here. We need to take some kind of transportation to get there. Should we take a bus or hitch a ride?" the girl murmured to herself, but suddenly felt countless gazes piercing through her.

She raised her head alertly, but within her detection range of ten kilometers, she could not detect the presence of Servant.

As a Ruler, her powerful ability to locate enemies is so strong that it can even negate the Assassin's ability to conceal their presence, but even so, she can still sense their gaze, which means—

"Is it magic and familiars...?"

She looked up at the pigeons in the sky, and saw no glimmer of reason in their small, black, jade-like eyes.

Ruler Jeanne, who descended through the body of the maiden Laceyia, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her gentle features suddenly took on a sharp edge. Perhaps understanding the meaning behind it, the pigeons spread their wings and flew away together.

After confirming this, the girl breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself, "Really, we can't be careless at all."

An unprecedented free-for-all of fourteen Servants—from any perspective, it can be described as an absolute disaster.

Fortunately, there is one advantage: the fourteen Servants are divided into two camps of seven each – Red and Black. This means that the fourteen Servants can avoid acting independently when they are on their own.

Otherwise, just imagining fourteen Servants acting recklessly and barging around makes Ruler feel depressed. Who knows, the entire Tristan might be destroyed because of it.

However, she still cannot be careless, after all, as the Ruler, she must ensure that this Holy Grail War unfolds within normal limits.

"Anyway, let's figure out a way to get to Toristan first."

There are no direct buses from Blergast to Tolistan; the only way is to transfer to Tolistan via the transit point of Sighishwara.

However, the train to Sighishwara won't arrive until tomorrow.

Helpless, Joan of Arc could only search around for any vehicles that went directly to Torreyphas, hoping to get a ride if one could.

Perhaps because of the girl's strong affinity, an elderly man wearing a baseball cap quickly agreed to her request.