In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

How should I answer?

Never mind, I'll just not answer...

Siegfried remained irritatingly silent.

However, Mordred, being a single-loop character, clearly couldn't understand the meaning behind it. Siegfried's silence seemed to her to be a clear expression of disdain for her, which instantly infuriated her.

"I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Crimson lightning gathered beneath Mordred's feet, and the immense magical power instantly propelled her body like a cannonball towards Siegfried.

Lion Claw quickly distanced himself, knowing that staying on the battlefield between the two Sabers with his small frame would be tantamount to suicide.

Siegfried's eyes lit up. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, and the greatsword Balmongk in his hand, which had once slain the evil dragon, clashed with the magic sword Clarent in Mordred's hand, which had ended King Arthur's reign. The vast magic swept up a gale that ravaged the earth, leaving deep ravines in its wake.

"Get down!"

Intense sparks flew brilliantly, and the ear-piercing clash resounded through the sky. Mordred roared, and crimson lightning leaped and danced on his twin swords. The power applied to Clarent surged instantly, sending Siegfried flying and leaving two deep furrows.

As the dust settled, Siegfried reappeared, completely unharmed.

"Not bad, Saber from the Black Faction." Mordred casually slung the magic sword over his shoulder. "It's definitely more fun fighting you."

“You are very strong too,” Siegfried said earnestly.

"What? So you can talk too?" Mordred grinned.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at communicating."

“That’s really boring, but it doesn’t matter, anyway…” Mordred’s blue eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit that surged like a raging fire.

"All you need is a sword and blood!"

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Descent, the Radiant Great Composite Temple!

With the battle between Siegfried and Mordred beginning, the fight between the red and black sides has finally commenced.

On the vast grassland, countless ferocious dragon bone soldiers charged forward, brandishing their bone knives. Thick and heavy golems stood on the ground like city walls, blocking their way. The moment the two sides clashed, countless white bones flew everywhere, and the forces on both sides were rapidly consumed like meat grinders. Although there was no bloodshed or roars, the scene was no less brutal than any war in human history.

It was clear that neither the red nor the black side intended to hold back, and the battle had entered a fierce stage from the very beginning.

Vlad III surveyed the battlefield indifferently, urging his horse-shaped golem forward with long strides. With a deep hum, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble, as if a slumbering beast was slowly awakening.

The dragonbone soldiers charged toward Vlad III, brandishing their bone knives. They could sense the immense and heavy power emanating from this man, but they had no concept of "fear." Their sole purpose was to annihilate all the enemies before them.

“You ants who have set foot in my land, are you ready to pay the price for your usurpation?” Vlad III raised his hand and gently clenched it.

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!!*

Countless jet-black iron stakes, reflecting a metallic luster, roared and tore through the ground like angry dragons, instantly piercing through all the dragonbone soldiers. These monsters, capable of killing ordinary adults, were as fragile as sheets of white paper that could be torn apart with a single puncture in front of Vlad III.

"Use your bodies as my banner and feel the fear I bring."

Vlad III didn't even bother to look at them, instead turning his gaze to the two enormous figures in the sky and raising the black spear in his hand.

"Oh?" Inside the solar boat, Ozymandias, seated on the golden throne, raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of interest on his face. "So this is Lacner of the Black Faction, Vlad III? He's quite interesting. That gesture... was he provoking us?"

“He’s just trying to get our attention by showing his presence,” Karna said calmly.

"Heh, as expected of the Pharaoh who inherited the [Sun], your thoughts coincide with mine." Ozymandias rested his elbows on the armrests, his palms supporting his head, and a slow smile curved his lips. "Although you are an enemy, I still admire your bravery. In that case, let me personally test the weight of your will."

He pressed his hand down slightly, and the blazing golden magic surged forth, coloring the entire spaceship with a brilliant golden hue, radiating boundless light and heat, like a rising sun.

Just as the solar ship was about to fire at the ground, several arrows suddenly rose into the air and struck the solar ship with incredible speed.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

Thick smoke billowed and deafening roars echoed. The ordinary arrows unleashed power comparable to anti-aircraft guns, their violent force causing the entire solar ship to tremble and leaving several terrifying holes.

Ramses II's face darkened instantly, his eyes filled with obvious anger. The solar boat was his mount and a symbol of his status as a pharaoh. Its destruction was tantamount to a direct slap in the face!

He was Ozymandias, the greatest monarch in Egyptian history, the King of Kings to whom even the gods bowed in reverence for his great deeds. Anyone who disrespected the King had no other option but death!

He turned his gaze to the towering figure that stood atop the hill like an iron tower.

"So it's you, Archer from the Black side." Ozymandias's lips curled into a cold smile. What a small world.

The sphinx he had summoned before was killed by this guy, and now they've bumped into each other again on the battlefield. Maybe it's fate.

“The Black side’s Lacner is yours now, the other Pharaoh.” Ozymandias slightly raised his chin. “Next, I will punish this ignorant scoundrel properly.”

“Don’t be careless. According to the priest, the Black Archer is likely the great Greek hero Hercules. If you underestimate him, you might pay a heavy price.” Karna turned and walked towards the exit of the solar ship. “Also, I am not the Pharaoh.”

"A great hero of Greece?" Ozymandias sneered as he watched Heracles draw his bow once more. "Before the supreme King of Kings, there is no place for a hero!"

With a wave of his hand, the scorching light covering the surface of the solar boat transformed into countless raindrops of light, instantly covering the land around Hercules. Violent explosions resounded, and the shockwaves scraped away an entire layer of the ground.

"Hahahaha!! Do you understand now? This is the Pharaoh's majesty. Those who offend him will only face death!" Ozymandias laughed loudly.

However, at this moment, the nine-headed dragon suddenly tore through the black smoke and roared out. These were dragon-shaped light arrows that were extremely hot, each one exuding a pressure no less than that of a divine beast, and they roared towards the solar ship with an aura that seemed to pierce the sky.

Sensing the terrifying power contained within these arrows, even Ozymandias's pupils constricted, and he immediately said in a deep voice, "In my name, I order that no arrows be allowed to approach the Sun Ship!"

[Emperor's Privilege] was activated, and an invisible force spread out, instantly acting on the nine arrows, forcing them to change direction and avoid the Sun Ship.

However, the next moment, the nine dragon-shaped arrows seemed to come alive and turned back around, striking the sun ship from different angles.

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

Each dragon-shaped arrow possessed terrifying power comparable to a small nuclear bomb. The explosion produced a bright flash and endless flames, and a terrifying mushroom cloud slowly rose. The horrifying commotion made the entire battlefield freeze for a moment.

"Heh, as expected of Archer." Vlad III smiled slightly.

"You'd better not be so happy yet." A fireball suddenly fell from the sky and smashed in front of Vlad III. Bathed in the scorching flames was Karna, who looked like a god descending to earth. "Our Riders are no less than yours."

Vlad III raised an eyebrow slightly, about to say something, when a deep, authoritative voice suddenly sounded in his ear:

"As expected of a great hero of Greece, it was indeed my fault for underestimating you before. So, as compensation, I will bestow upon you the glory of my great power, which even the sun cannot match!"

"Almighty God, witness my great deeds! Kneel before me! My boundless glory shines forth, the sun descends here! [Ramesseum Tentyris]!"

An indescribable amount of magical power instantly converged, and a violent, scorching wind swept across the land. Under the gaze of countless eyes, a colossal pyramid emerged from the void and descended upon the earth. Its size far exceeded that of any existing pyramid, and its overwhelming power left all the Servants speechless with astonishment.

"Hey, hey, this can't be a joke, right?" Gold couldn't help but swallow hard. "Just how many Noble Phantasms does that guy have?!"

"Well, after all, he was the greatest pharaoh of ancient Egypt. It's only natural that he could summon the pyramids," Roger shrugged.

“That thing is not just a simple pyramid.” Danic looked at the pyramid that stood as majestic as a mountain, his eyes showing obvious solemnity. “Ozymandias built many temples during his lifetime and declared that ‘all temples exist for him, past, present and future.’ So the essence of that temple is a complex temple system composed of many temples he built, such as the Great Temple of Dendera and the Great Temple of Karnak.”

“That Noble Phantasm is a manifestation of Pharaoh Ozymandias’s power,” Fiore, sitting in her wheelchair, added. “So in a sense, it can also be considered a special kind of Reality Marble. Although we don’t know what its specific effects are, stepping into it carelessly could trigger some very troublesome negative effects.”

“But that thing doesn’t look like it can be breached from the outside, does it?” Koles rubbed his temples, looking a bit annoyed. “I think breaching this treasure would be no easier than the one in the sky.”

Fiore pursed her lips slightly, her gaze involuntarily falling on the three bright red Command Seals on the back of her hand.

On the other side, Vlad III looked at the enormous pyramid, a hint of solemnity in his eyes. Although he had anticipated that the Red Team's Rider would be a formidable enemy, the opponent's strength still exceeded his expectations.

If this were an ordinary Holy Grail War, the opponent's strength would have made it easy to end the war.

"Are you afraid?" Karna asked calmly.

“It’s only natural to feel fear when facing such an opponent,” Vlad III nodded quite frankly.

"So, are you going to admit defeat?" Karna asked seriously.

“How could that be?” Vlad III’s lips curled up slightly. “This is my land, behind me are my people, and around me are my allies. Even for their sake, I will never admit defeat, and I will make you invaders pay a heavy price.”

He raised his long black spear, pointing it directly at Karna, and said authoritatively:

"I am the Lacner of the Black, Vlad III, Grand Prince of Wallachia. Those who invade my land shall be killed without mercy!"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Battle of Red and Black

The instant Vlad III finished speaking, countless black iron stakes burst forth from the ground and hurtled toward Karna's head. The sheer number of them sent chills down Karna's spine.

"The number of your treasures seems a bit unusual?" He swung his spear like a tornado, shredding all the iron stakes.

“This is the will of the protector king.” Vlad III planted his spear into the ground. “Let them be buried in the wilderness with these ugly dragon-tooth soldiers.”

Swish swish swish swish—!!!

The earth roared up like a tidal wave, and countless iron stakes suddenly shot out, piercing towards Karna from all directions.

Each iron stake is not particularly fast or destructive, but in the face of overwhelming numbers, they are all dispensable.

Even Karna, the son of the sun god, would not be willing to confront such a massive number of iron stakes head-on.

His eyes narrowed slightly, he bent down slightly, and then stomped his foot, his figure instantly soaring into the sky.

Since he would be attacked by iron stakes if he stood on the ground, he decided to fly into the sky!

“All land under heaven belongs to the king,” Vlad III looked up at Karna in the sky, a cold smile playing on his lips. “As long as one is in my territory, whether in heaven or on earth, none can escape my control.”

With a wave of his hand, all the iron stakes instantly extended out, charging towards Karna like giant pillars.

Karna raised an eyebrow, and magical power, like blazing flames, erupted from his body, using the recoil to dodge the impact of the iron stake.

“You can’t escape.” Vlad III waved his hand again, and more iron stakes tore through the earth and shot out, all heading towards Karna in the air.

Inside the World Tree Castle, Danic breathed a sigh of relief as he watched this scene unfold. Just as he had expected, his Lancer's strength was no less than that of the enemy's Lacner.

Although Vlad III is inferior to Karna, the son of God, in terms of rank, he can barely bridge the gap thanks to his inherent skill [Guardian General].

[Guardian General] allows Vlad III to claim specific areas as his territory by obtaining ley lines beforehand. Within these territories, Vlad III, as king, receives a combat power boost comparable to Berserker's A-rank "Madness" and can unleash the anti-army Noble Phantasm [Extreme Executioner].

Furthermore, since Romania was originally Vlad III's territory, the effect of [Guardian Ghost General] was almost maximized. Not only did the iron stakes consume up to 20,000 of them, but the damage also continued to accumulate, allowing him to hold his own even when facing the Son of God.

—Darnick has made almost every possible preparation for this Holy Grail War.

Countless iron stakes stretched densely from the ground to the sky, resembling a forest forged of steel, their chilling gleam sending shivers down one's spine.

As the iron stakes continued to accumulate, the area where Karna could move around became smaller and smaller. Moreover, unlike Vlad III, he did not have the magical support from the entire Yggdrasil clan. After Caster Medea left the scene, he could no longer replenish his magical power anytime and anywhere as before.

Although Karna consumes relatively little magic power among the "Golden Three Targets," he is still a Heroic Spirit of exceptional rank. For an ordinary magician, just maintaining his spear and armor would be a fatal drain.

From any perspective, he could not possibly outlast Vlad III in a war of attrition, so he had to resort to some slightly more aggressive tactics.

Realizing this, Karna immediately changed direction and swooped down towards Vlad III like a fireball, his God-Slaying Spear aimed directly at the latter's brow.

"Want to go head-to-head?" Even in the face of the scorching heat, Vlad III's expression remained incredibly calm as he casually raised his hand. "Good judgment, but Lacner of the red side, don't underestimate Yu."

The pitch-black iron stakes surged forth like a torrent, layer upon layer, before Vlad III, forming an incredibly thick steel shield that blocked Karna's divine spear.

At the same time, Vlad III suddenly clenched his fist.