In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"However, I've used the front seats to store fragile items, so you'll have to sit on the back cargo platform, is that alright?"

"It's alright, it's enough that you're willing to give me a ride. You can sit on the cargo platform too, thank you."

"Remember to pray to the gods that it won't rain," the old man joked.

"Okay, I will pray." The girl nodded seriously. Indeed, whether it would rain or not was up to God.

After a series of rapid "clanging" sounds, the old truck began to step onto the solid asphalt road. The girl sitting on the back platform hugged her knees, feeling the vibrations from the vehicle while watching the passing scenery of Brugast.

"As expected, it's quite different from a horse."

According to the old man, at this speed, it would take at least twelve hours to reach their destination. To pass the time, Joan of Arc took out a textbook from her bag.

"It's a really good world that even a farmer's son like me can receive an education."

After a brief sigh, the girl opened the book and began to read the contents carefully.

Looking at the dense formulas and strange patterns in the textbook, the French saint fell silent. She closed the book, then reopened it, repeating this many times until she finally lowered her head in frustration.

"I still can't understand it..."

Although the Holy Grail would grant her the necessary knowledge for living in the mortal world, mathematics was clearly not included. The limits of her knowledge depended entirely on the level of education of the girl she possessed.

"Lord, please tell me how to solve the math problems." The devout saint placed her textbook in front of her and prayed respectfully.

......

Ten minutes later, after confirming that the Lord was also not capable of advanced mathematics, Joan of Arc finally gave up struggling, put the math book back into her bag, and then took out another history book.

Time passed slowly, and before they knew it, it was late at night. After a nine-hour journey, the truck finally entered the border of Tolfas. However, at this moment, Joan of Arc suddenly sensed a very dangerous aura approaching.

It's a Servant! And this undisguised hostility...

"Please pull over!"

The elderly man instinctively stepped on the brake.

"What exactly happened...?"

"Please wait until morning before driving. I'll walk over there from here, so don't mind!"

After forcibly putting on a stern face and persuading the old man, Joan of Arc grabbed her bag and ran forward. The other party had clearly set up a barrier to drive people away; after several kilometers, she couldn't sense any vehicles or even the scent of animals.

As she ran, the girl's attire changed; her thin school uniform was quickly replaced by armor woven with magic. Since the other party had made no attempt to conceal their hostility, she couldn't afford to be careless.

"You must be Ruler."

The voice came from above. Ruler subconsciously looked up and saw a white-haired young man standing on a large highway sign, his emerald green eyes staring at her emotionlessly, as if he were looking at a corpse.

“You’re a spearman on the Red side, aren’t you?” Joan of Arc stared at her with a serious expression.

"Oh? You saw right through me before I even drew my weapon?" Red Lancer nodded with interest.

"Yes, and I also know your true identity—the Heroic Spirit Karna."

Karna is an immortal hero recounted in the ancient Indian epic Mahabharata. Born of the sun god Surya and the human woman Kunti, he was given golden armor by his father as proof of their father-son bond. A true born hero, he would rank among the strongest even in the realm of heroic spirits.

Karna's eyes narrowed slightly: "I see. You saw through my true name so easily. You really are Ruler."

“Yes, so, Red Army pikeman, why are you blocking my way?” Joan of Arc asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

“It’s not smart of you to explicitly state what you already know. You’d better take my presence here as a clear declaration of war,” Karna said coldly.

Although she had already determined the other party's intentions, Joan of Arc was still quite disappointed after hearing it with her own ears.

“You and your Master are the fools. I am merely the referee and will not interfere with any of your actions. The Command Seals I issue to you are just in case.”

"do not know."

Karna continued with a concise and dismissive response:

"Master ordered me to deal with you here, and I only need to follow orders."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pale light appeared in the spearman's hand. It was an exaggeratedly large spear, almost longer than the wielder's height. It looked like a weapon that no human could wield, and its exquisite design was astonishing. It was practically a work of art.

"Sorry, Ruler, I'm about to make my move. Considering your privileges, I can't hold back. I'll use this move to send you off."

The sudden surge of magical power left Jeanne speechless. It was clear that her opponent had no intention of fighting and was simply planning to unleash her Noble Phantasm to finish her off!

With no way out, Ruler could only summon her weapon banner to prepare for resistance. However, at this moment, she suddenly sensed another aura belonging to the Servant.

boom!

A snow-white pegasus descended from the sky, its powerful hooves mercilessly stomping on Karna's chest. The force, enough to shatter rocks, sent the latter flying dozens of meters away, raising a cloud of smoke across the desolate land.

"Looks like I've arrived just in time."

A calm voice echoed in her ears, and Joan of Arc subconsciously turned her head to look at the black-haired, black-eyed youth sitting on the back of the Pegasus.

"You are... Rider from the Black Team?"

Glancing at the French saintess, Yanan said without any emotion, "Stand back, or you'll get caught in the crossfire, and I won't care."

"Oh...oh, okay."

It wasn't until she had retreated more than a hundred meters that Joan of Arc suddenly came to her senses, wondering why she had listened to him so much!

"Looks like you're the Black Faction's Rider." As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Karna's figure reappeared. His body, which was integrated with the golden armor, showed no signs of injury, not even a speck of dust. "You didn't take the opportunity to incite Ruler to attack me. It seems you're quite confident in your strength."

Looking at the eight-legged winged horse beneath Anahn, Karna raised an eyebrow slightly: "That mount... could you be Odin?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's just a disguise." A black and white knight's lance appeared in Anahn's hand, the aura of life and death intertwined, achieving an astonishing balance. "What do you say, Karna, son of the sun god?"

Karna's eyes narrowed slightly. He was certain that Black Rider was not nearby when Ruler called out his real name.

In other words, is it an ability like seeing through true names? Or is it [wisdom] or [clairvoyance]?

"Whether it is or not, you'll know once you try it."

A fierce fighting spirit ignited like a raging fire. Karna and Anan's eyes clashed, like invisible lightning striking each other, and a faint smell of burning filled the air.

The next moment, as if they had agreed beforehand, the two launched their attacks simultaneously.

The ground beneath his feet cracked instantly, and the recoil from the immense magical power propelled Karna's body forward like a rocket. The God-Slaying Spear in his hand, imbued with a sharp killing intent, stabbed mercilessly toward Anan.

As the son of the sun god, Karna possesses a divinity that would make ordinary fantasy creatures tremble on the ground. However, as the mount of the chief god, the eight-legged celestial horse Sleibnir paid no attention to this at all. Its eight strong legs trampled the earth as it ran wildly, charging towards Karna at a speed comparable to a supercar.

The distance of several hundred meters was covered in the blink of an eye. The two men simultaneously swung their spears, the sharp tips clashing precisely. After a brief moment of stunned silence—

boom!

A terrifying surge of magical energy erupted like a raging tide, instantly sweeping away all the sand and dust within a hundred meters radius.

Jeanne d'Arc waved her banner downwards, deflecting all the oncoming sand and stones. Her expression revealed obvious solemnity; clearly, both Black Rider and Red Lancer were undeniably exceptional Servants, and if left unchecked, they could probably destroy a town without a doubt.

I must keep a close eye on them... The dedicated saint held her breath, focused all her attention, and watched this battle that seemed to transcend reality without blinking.

In a pure contest of strength, Karna, with a strength level of only B, was no match for Anan, who had a strength level of A. In addition, there was the enormous impact from Sleibnir. After a brief stalemate, Karna was involuntarily pushed backward, his legs carving two deep furrows in the ground.

However, the son of the sun god was not someone who could be easily crushed. A glint flashed in Karna's eyes, and blazing flames erupted from his body.

Magic Unleashed – Flame!

The intense heat of the flames made Sleibnir instinctively stop in his tracks, and then an enormous, exaggerated spear suddenly pierced through the fire like lightning, heading straight for Anahn on horseback.

Bang!

Blinding sparks flew as the two vastly different spears clashed once more. This was a long-planned attack by Karna, yet it was defended so effortlessly by the unknown Rider.

Despite this, Karna was not discouraged at all. On the contrary, his eyes were burning with fierce fighting spirit, and the blood in his body was boiling like magma.

We are heroic spirits, both seekers who fight to the death and great madmen. Even if we are given a second life, this faith will not change!

Fighting is our eternal destiny!

There was no roar, but the aura that pierced through gold and tore through silk was as soaring as the spear in Karna's hand. He pressed forward again, and the heavy and massive God-Slaying Spear was wielded with unparalleled ease, sweeping out like a storm.

Faced with this relentless offensive, Anan showed no sign of panic. He thrust out the Black Abyss White Flower with equally dazzling speed, meeting Karna's attack head-on without showing any weakness.

Chapter 5 Nidhogg, Arrival!!

Bang bang bang bang—! ! !

Two spears of vastly different shapes clashed repeatedly at a dazzling speed, the rapid, rain-like sounds of their impact echoing endlessly, and blinding sparks bursting forth like scattered life.

If the first round of clashes was a pure contest of strength, then this second round of exchanges was a pinnacle of skill. No one knew how many spears were swung by either side; even Joan of Arc, who was watching from the sidelines, could only see a blurry afterimage.

Without a doubt, in terms of martial arts skills, the two were evenly matched, both being brave warriors who had reached the unparalleled realm.

This is simply unbelievable. A mere cavalryman can actually hold his own against Lancer in spear fighting. Not to mention Jeanne d'Arc, even the Masters who are watching the battle through their familiars are speechless with astonishment.

“Rider…is he really King Arthur?” Danic frowned deeply. He was already surprised when Anan summoned the eight-legged winged horse, but now the other party had displayed such superb marksmanship. Coupled with the ability to see through true names, he looked just like the legendary Norse god Odin.

However, Danic knew very well that with the strength of an ordinary spirit origin, it was impossible to accommodate the arrival of this great god, and in terms of the compatibility of the relics, they had absolutely no connection with Odin.

"Hehe, as expected of an opponent I value. This power is truly astounding, even I am moved. This cold body is starting to feel my blood boil." Vlad III laughed heartily, his eyes revealing obvious admiration.

He had to admit that even in Romania, his home turf, he wasn't sure if he could be a match for Yanan and Karna. But it was this uncertainty that made war so interesting.

Looking at the image on the crystal ball, Saber couldn't help but feel a strong longing in her eyes, and a joyful light shone in her usually calm gaze.

That's fantastic.

With his discerning eye, he could naturally see that both Rider on their side and Lancer on the other were undoubtedly top-tier Heroic Spirits. In front of these two, even his [Evil Dragon Blood Armor], which could nullify attacks below rank B, would probably not be of much use.

But he was not afraid of it; on the contrary, he became even more excited.

After he defeated the evil dragon that ravaged the village, he created countless legends because of his immortality—but that feeling of crossing the line of death, which would wear down one's soul, had long since vanished.

Since all kinds of attacks were ineffective against him, Siegfried only needed to slaughter his enemies at will—it wasn't a struggle, it even felt like a chore to him.

But not anymore.

Both are invincible spears, both possess superb marksmanship. It is clear that both are legendary heroes who have overcome countless hardships and created endless great achievements. They are heroes who never had the chance to fight against each other in their lifetime. Is there anything more wonderful in the world than being able to fight such an opponent to the very end?

"If only I had been the one to go this time..." Saber thought regretfully.

Gord's plump body trembled slightly, not because of the images in the crystal ball, but because Saber had inadvertently revealed a trace of fighting spirit and killing intent in her excitement. How could an ordinary person withstand the aura of a hero who slays a dragon, especially since Gord was a magician who had never been on the battlefield?

For a moment, he even felt as if a knife was held to his neck and could fall at any moment.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. The intense fear awakened a sense of shame and humiliation that Gold had not felt for a long time. He glared at Siegfried. Was this guy trying to intimidate him in this way because he was dissatisfied with him?

Damn it, he's just a mere familiar, stop being so arrogant!

"Hmm? Master, you don't look too good. Are you sick?" Gold's gaze caught Siegfried's attention. Seeing the cold sweat covering the other's head, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.