In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Huh? That's... Joan of Arc?"

Watching the French saintess charging across the battlefield with her holy banner, Anahn hesitated for a moment, but ultimately abandoned his plan to approach her and instead rushed towards the grove.

He had a strange intuition that the crisis Berserker was suddenly facing was probably closely related to the sense of disharmony that had been lingering in his heart.

Therefore, he must find Berserker quickly!

Chapter Thirty-Four: Pure Land of Bliss

As soon as he stepped into the grove, Anan felt the presence of a Servant, which was undoubtedly Berserker.

He immediately ran towards the source of the aura, and soon saw a girl in a white wedding dress carrying a ferocious giant hammer in a small clearing in the middle of the forest.

A hint of doubt appeared in Yanan's eyes. According to Gold, Berserker was on the verge of death, but the girl with her back to him was breathing evenly and had no visible injuries. She didn't look seriously injured at all.

However, out of caution, he did not approach Frankenstein, but called out to him from a distance of over a hundred meters: "Berserker?"

The girl's body trembled slightly, and she slowly turned around to face Yanan.

Looking at the silent Berserker, Anan frowned slightly and took a few steps back imperceptibly. His intuition told him that something seemed off about Berserker at this moment.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

Suddenly, Berserker roared without warning, his body radiating a violent killing intent, and charged toward Ananon with his massive warhammer.

"really......"

Anan narrowed his eyes slightly, wielding the Black Abyss White Flower to deflect Berserker's warhammer. At the same time, golden spears carrying chains flew out from behind him, binding Berserker tightly.

"Ughhhh!! Ahh ...

Even the Berserker, who could be considered a perpetual motion machine, had no chance against the binding force of Judah and fell silent after a brief struggle.

Yanan stroked his chin thoughtfully as he looked at Berserker. He didn't sense any kind of magical restraint from the latter, which meant that the factor that caused Berserker to suddenly go berserk was likely from the other's mental world.

"Alright, let me see what's happened to you."

With a casual wave of his hand, Yanan sent a crimson feather slowly falling from the void, catching Berserker's eye and instantly dimming his gaze.

"Is this Berserker's inner world? It's quite empty."

Using the power of Feather Dust, Anan separated a wisp of his consciousness and infiltrated Berserker's mental world. It was far more empty than he had imagined. It seemed that there were not many things in Berserker's life that could leave an impression on her.

However, considering Berserker's experience, this is probably normal.

But it was precisely because of this that Anan found the source of Berserker's madness with ease.

Deep within Berserker's mind, a mysterious vortex slowly rotates, filled with endless chaos and abyss. Even when Anan uses the power of Feather Dust, he cannot see what is inside.

However, a strong sense of crisis reminded him that it could definitely not be anything good.

"Destroying this thing should restore Berserker to normal."

Now that the source of the anomaly had been found, Anann no longer hesitated and immediately unleashed the power of Feather Dust.

call out!

The crimson feathers instantly transformed into sharp divine swords, piercing straight into the center of the mysterious vortex. After a moment, the chaos and darkness gradually dissipated, and the vortex gradually stopped spinning.

"That should be fine, right?"

Just as Yanan was about to dissipate this wisp of consciousness to observe Berserker's condition, he suddenly discovered that the mysterious vortex had started spinning again, its volume expanding several times in an instant, and it unleashed an extremely powerful suction force, directly sucking his consciousness into it.

"Love, love ......"

The instant he fell into the vortex, Yanan was immediately filled with a cacophony of sweet, fragrant whispers, like those of a lover. Just hearing these sounds conjured up beautiful and enchanting images in his mind. Although his consciousness had no physical form, he felt as if countless soft little hands were gently caressing his body, teasing the deepest desires within him.

Gradually, Yanan's consciousness began to blur. He no longer wanted to think, but only wanted to follow the instructions of these voices, release all his desires, elevate his life, liberate himself, and eventually reach the Pure Land of Bliss.

This was something Yanan had never considered. Although the Divine Key he used most often was the Black Abyss White Flower, when it came to the best Divine Key, he would definitely choose Feather Dust without hesitation. Although this Mind Key did not have powerful offensive capabilities, its support capabilities were among the best of all Divine Keys.

In the past, as long as he used Feather Dust, there was almost nothing he couldn't solve. It was precisely because of this experience that he was full of confidence in Feather Dust, and he never even considered that he would be suppressed in the mental realm when using Feather Dust.

But this time, he miscalculated. The vortex was actually the manifestation of the power of an incomplete [beast]. He unknowingly stepped into a trap that someone had carefully prepared!

If this continues, it won't be long before he is completely trapped in this blissful hell, his body and soul will be completely melted away, and he will disappear from this world forever.

However, at that moment, another inexplicable power suddenly awakened within Anan, and pure, flawless light shone into his spiritual world, as if it were the light of salvation before the end of the world.

The light of redemption fought against the desire for depravity. Taking advantage of this brief respite, Yanan's consciousness finally regained some clarity. Realizing his current situation, he did not hesitate to sever the connection with this wisp of consciousness.

But then he realized that the power of the vortex had already invaded his body. If he didn't expel it in time, he would suffer the same fate as Berserker, or even worse.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yanan immediately activated the maximum output power of Feather Dust, using its pure and flawless radiance to suppress the power of the vortex.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

The violent roar echoed in his ears. Anan managed to spare a sliver of his attention and discovered that Berserker, who had been bound, had somehow broken free of Judah's restraints and was slowly walking towards him, carrying his warhammer.

—Because Anahn's mind was corrupted, Judah lost control, which gave Berserker the opportunity to break free.

"Ughhhhhh!!"

Berserker roared like a beast, his eyes, devoid of any clarity and filled only with endless madness, fixed on Ananon, and his ferocious warhammer mercilessly smashed down on Ananon's head.

boom!

Completely distracted, Yanan could only barely parry the attack with the Black Abyss White Flower. The terrifying impact made his wrist go numb slightly, and he almost knocked the gun away.

Berserker, not one to back down, raised his warhammer again and smashed it into Ananon's chest. This time, Ananon had no strength left to fight back and was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing all the trees along the way in half.

"cough......"

Crimson blood slowly slid down the corner of his mouth. The intense pain momentarily distracted Yanan, and the vortex immediately seized the opportunity to retaliate, further aggravating his contamination.

With powerful enemies outside and internal strife, Yanan has never encountered such a perilous situation in all these years. He is now like walking on a tightrope over a precipice, where even a slight gust of wind could send him tumbling into the abyss.

At this moment, he couldn't even spare the thought to think of a way to break the deadlock, because as soon as he was distracted, the power of the vortex would erode his consciousness like a hyena.

"Waaaaah!!"

Berserker raised his warhammer, and a surge of magical power gathered, green arcs of electricity dancing wildly on the hammer, carving scorched craters into the surrounding earth.

Noble Phantasm: Blasted Tree!

Dense, tree-branch-like green arcs of electricity shot out from the warhammer, roaring wildly toward Ananon like dragons and snakes, their violent force slashing nearby trees into a charred mess.

"My Lord [Luminosite]──"

At the critical moment, a slender figure suddenly stood before Anan, his arms covered in gauntlets, tightly gripping a battle banner embroidered with an iris pattern. His dignified face was solemn and sacred, and his majestic voice resonated through the air:

"Descend here, [Eternelle]!"

A bright but not dazzling light emanated from the battle flag, and all the lightning bolts seemed to be swallowed up and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

"Great, I finally made it."

Before Joan of Arc could even catch her breath, Berserker suddenly roared in fury, unleashing an even greater surge of magical power.

"What's going on? With her level of magical power, it shouldn't be possible for her to unleash her Noble Phantasm twice in a row!" Jeanne d'Arc's mouth dropped open. Of course, she knew that Berserker's Noble Phantasm had the effect of recovering magical power, but it was impossible for her to unleash her Noble Phantasm twice in such a short period of time!

However, what she didn't know was that due to the two Command Spells fired by Correspondent earlier, Berserker's body was now filled with a considerable amount of magical power. If the side effects of her Noble Phantasm were not taken into account, she could even fire three in a row.

Should she use a Command Spell? Jeanne's face showed a conflicted expression. From her perspective, helping Anahn block that attack was already overstepping her bounds. If she were to use a Command Spell, even she herself would feel uneasy.

Lord, please tell me what to do!

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Mysterious Nun, Kihara of the Killing Inner Court

Fortunately, Joan of Arc's dilemma did not last long. When she heard the loud dragon's roar from above, she knew that she no longer needed to intervene.

A massive shadow fell from the sky, and Nidhogg's dark dragon eyes stared directly at Berserker, filled with uncontrollable rage and icy coldness. Its enormous body swooped down, and the strong wind pressure made the entire forest sway wildly.

Sensing the impending danger, Berserker quickly adjusted the direction of his Noble Phantasm, raising his warhammer towards the sky. Countless green lightning bolts roared out, resembling a lush forest from afar.

Despite its imposing presence, the Lightning Tree of Crucifixion was ultimately only a B-rank anti-military Noble Phantasm. For Nidhogg, whose stats had reached the level of a main god, these electric bolts couldn't even penetrate her defenses and were crushed by her claws!

"Ughhhhh!!"

Berserker retreated in terror, but it was too late. Nidhogg raised its massive dragon claw and slammed it down on her without mercy.

boom!!

Like a meteorite falling to the ground, the terrifying force caused the entire earth to tremble slightly. By the time Nidhogg raised its claws, Berserker had been completely slammed into the ground, its life force as faint as a flickering candle.

After confirming that Berserker was no longer able to fight, Nidhogg turned his head and looked at Jeanne, who was standing next to Anahn.

"Please, please calm down. I have no ill intentions toward Mr. Rider," Jeanne quickly explained.

"Stay away from him," Nidhogg said in a low voice.

Joan of Arc was slightly taken aback, then quickly took a few steps back, putting some distance between herself and Anahn.

Nidhogg stepped forward, using his massive dragon body to block Anahn, his dark eyes filled with intense vigilance and defensiveness.

As a summoned beast, Nidhogg and Anan have a close connection that transcends spirit and bloodline, which is why she was able to detect the latter's abnormality in time and come to its aid.

She could clearly sense that Yanan was in a very critical situation, and any slight disturbance could have a very serious impact on him. Therefore, she had to ensure that Yanan was not disturbed in any way, and she would never allow anyone to get close to Yanan!

.......

......

"Oh my~ As expected of the Despair Dragon that brought Ragnarok, just looking at it makes one feel powerless. No wonder even the Sky Garden is no match for it."

On a hill not far from the grove, Sesshouin Kiara, dressed in a nun's robe, gazed at Nidhogg's enormous and imposing figure, then murmured a sigh. She turned to Kotomine Shirou beside her and smiled, "Don't you think so, Father Kotomine?"

Kotomine Shiro did not answer Sesshouin Kiara's question, but silently drew his katana and pointed it at the latter's neck.

"What do you mean by this?" Sesshouin tilted her head, her expression showing no panic, her delicate face still bearing a gentle smile.

"Tell me, what is your background, Sesshouin Kiara?" Kotomine Shiro stared intently at the woman in front of him, who exuded an aura of holiness. If she made the slightest move, he would not hesitate to cut off her head.

From the very beginning, Shiro Kotomine felt that something was strange. Originally, the Holy Church had arranged for him to be the only person to participate in the Holy Grail War, but suddenly a Japanese nun he had never heard of appeared halfway through. This was completely out of character for the Holy Church's usual cautious and meticulous style.

Driven by curiosity, he asked his cousin in Japan to investigate the nun, but the news he received sent chills down his spine.

"I've already investigated. There's no such sect as the Tachikawa Eiten-ryu Shingon sect in Japan, nor is there a nun named Sesshouin Kiara. The Holy Church hasn't sent any nuns to participate in the Holy Grail War either. Who exactly are you?!"

If it were just a matter of forging an identity, that would be fine. What truly chilled Kotomine Shiro to the bone was that this woman was able to infiltrate the Holy Grail War without anyone noticing. That was the most unbelievable thing to him.

In addition, just now, he clearly saw that Sesshouin Kiara did nothing, but Frankenstein suddenly stood still as if she had lost her soul. Such a ghostly method made his fear of this mysterious nun rise to the peak.

If even Servent can be subdued so easily, this woman is definitely not someone to be trifled with!