In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Danic looked at the androids with a complicated expression. After a long while, he sighed softly, picked up his scepter, and stood in front of them.

"It seems like they don't need my help here."

On a small hill not far away, Joan of Arc withdrew her gaze and then turned her head back to the giant that was wreaking havoc in the World Tree Castle.

"[The Primordial One]... Caster has really left a tricky problem."

Joan of Arc frowned slightly. Relying on Ruler's authority, she had already figured out the giant's background and knew how dangerous it was.

Especially now that Caster has been killed, the [Primal Man] has completely lost control. If we don't deal with him before things get out of control, it will definitely cause unpredictable consequences!

“That’s right, that’s exactly it. I’m not here to support Rider, but to fulfill Ruuler’s duty!”

Having secretly strengthened her resolve, Joan of Arc immediately picked up the Holy Banner and rushed towards the Thousand World Tree Castle without stopping.

boom--!!!

The thigh, like a pillar supporting the sky, descended from the heavens, causing the earth to tremble violently. Countless cracks, like a spider web, spread out from the deep crater, as if struck by a meteorite.

Having dodged the attack, Anan raised his Heavenly Judgment and fired a shot at the giant's knee. The scorching flames burst forth with terrifying power, instantly blasting the area apart. But then, as if time had reversed, the shattered stones flew back to their original positions.

Anan frowned slightly. Due to the existence of the Realm of Boundaries, the [Primordial Being] would receive a continuous stream of blessings as long as he stood on the earth. No matter how serious the injury, he would recover immediately. Moreover, with the passage of time, this endless regenerative ability might become a completely indestructible body.

Therefore, if we want to completely destroy the [Primordial One], we must find a way to remove him from the ground so that he can no longer receive blessings.

But this was no easy task. The [Primordial One], having absorbed Caster's magic, had already surpassed forty meters in height and reached an unbelievable mass. Under these circumstances, not only Anan, but even Nidhogg could not lift him off the ground by brute force.

"It seems this is the only way."

Yanan raised his palm, and a small, dark blue ball with symmetrical patterns floated in his palm, causing the surrounding void to tremble slightly with an inexplicable power.

"Ninth Divine Key - Star of Eden, Zero Rated Power, Simulated Black Hole, Unleash!"

Chapter Forty: The End, The Primal Giants

boom--!!

The blazing black flames surged forth like a tidal wave, the terrifying heat threatening to incinerate the entire sky into a hellish inferno. Unable to prepare any defenses, Assassin Semiramis hastily used [The Black Mansion of Ten and One] to block the attack in front of the Sky Garden.

Damn it!

As Assassin watched as the black flames melted the black blocks into nothingness, a look of heartache appeared in her eyes. This was already the eighth piece of the Black Pavilion she had lost. If it happened a few more times, her protective spells would be completely gone.

Things are different now. Without the Caster Temple, her Sky Garden can no longer repair itself, which means that every attack Nidhogg inflicts on the garden now is real damage.

If that were all, it would be fine, after all, this is war, and paying a price is only natural. What's more, he was facing the legendary Dragon of Despair, who ended the Age of Gods. To take it down unscathed was nothing short of a pipe dream. So Assassin had prepared himself mentally for this from the very beginning.

But what drove Assassin crazy was that even though the Sky Garden had already lost a life, that damned black dragon was still completely unharmed!

This is certainly not to say that the Aerial Garden's attacks are ineffective against Nidhogg. After all, as an anti-world Noble Phantasm, the Aerial Garden shouldn't be so pathetic. The real reason for this result is that guy's regenerative ability is just too abnormal!

Assassin witnessed firsthand that wherever Nidhogg was injured, a flash of green light would appear at the wound site, and then the injury would be healed immediately, at an absurdly fast speed!

Since the start of the war, Assassin has inflicted at least twenty effective damages on Nidhogg, but each time the damage is immediately repaired. Such terrifying vitality is comparable to the legendary immortality!

Faced with such a tanky and high-damage opponent, Assassin was completely worn down. It was like a martial arts novelist who found a peerless manual, devoted himself to mastering it for decades, and thought he could travel the world freely and live a carefree life after emerging from seclusion, only to be blocked at the door and utterly crushed by the leader of the martial arts alliance.

If this continues, her Sky Garden will probably become a battle-damaged version again in no time.

"What's going on? Wasn't everything supposed to be going smoothly? Why hasn't the Holy Grail been thrown out yet?!"

Assassin gritted his teeth and glanced at the location of the Yggdrasil Castle, but suddenly paused.

"What is that?"

Above the World Tree Castle, a deep, dark sun appeared out of nowhere, emanating a terrifying suction force that continuously drew everything around it into it.

A terrible storm raged across the land, and the black sun seemed like a gateway to hell. Everything that was sucked into it vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, not even light could escape!

"Roar!!"

The supreme and primal giant roared. Having inherited Caster's wisdom, he not only possessed a powerful learning ability but also a strong sense of crisis. At this moment, feeling the terrifying suction force emanating from the black hole, he immediately sensed the threat that thing posed to him.

dong dong!

He stomped his feet down hard, sinking deep into the earth, resisting the pull from the black hole. Although he had temporarily lost the ability to move, as long as he stood on the earth, he could continue to grow, and sooner or later he would grow to a level that would be able to ignore the black hole.

However, Yanan certainly couldn't just stand by and watch all of this happen.

"The First Divine Key - Void Treasury, the Seventh Plural Mimicry - Rain of Heavenly Splendor!"

Countless golden ripples appeared behind Anan, illuminating the surroundings in a dazzling light. He raised his hand and waved it downwards, and spears shot out from the ripples, blasting towards the [Primordial Man's] knees.

The [Primordial Man] has not yet grown to the point of immortality. Under such a rapid and concentrated attack, his recovery ability will inevitably be unable to keep up with the speed of destruction. Once both of his feet are shattered, he will no longer be able to stabilize his body and will inevitably be pulled into the sky by the pseudo-black hole.

Without the blessing of the earth, Anan has countless ways to easily resolve this.

And this is something that the giant who inherited Caster's wisdom has naturally come to understand deeply.

He knew he was on the brink of life and death. He wasn't afraid of dying, but if he failed to complete the task assigned to him, he would fight to the bitter end.

"I want to... save the world!!"

Boom boom boom boom—!!!

A golden spear, like an arrow, whistled through the night, followed by a deafening explosion. One of the giant's feet was shattered without a doubt, but the other was spared. Before the pseudo-black abyss white flowers could strike, the giant used its hands to block the attack in front of its foot.

The giant's hands were torn to pieces in an instant, but such a sacrifice was rewarded accordingly. Although he was somewhat unsteady on his feet, the giant still stood on the ground and did not completely sever his connection with the earth as Anan had expected.

“Caster, perhaps your giant does indeed have the ability to rewrite this world and guide suffering beings to paradise.”

Anan stared calmly at the giant, seemingly unconcerned that his attack had been thwarted.

The giant began to repair himself, and as long as he stood on the earth, even with only one leg, he would continue to receive blessings from the earth.

"But you, who have gained wisdom, have overlooked a most basic thing—this kind of thing should be created by the people of this era with their own hands, not by the obsession of the dead."

Another immense magical force surged forth, and the giant looked ahead in astonishment as a crimson bolt of lightning, reaching the heavens and piercing the earth, was slashing down towards his only remaining leg.

"Rebel against my magnificent father (Clarent BloodArthur)!!"

The girl's roar resounded, and crimson lightning, formed from pure magic, struck down, instantly severing her only remaining leg!

"Roar!!!"

The giant roared in anger, but he could not change the established facts. Having lost both legs, he could no longer control his body and was pulled towards the sky by the force of the pseudo-black hole.

The original humans, separated from the earth, can no longer receive blessings from it.

“The dead should return to their rightful place. Your obsession should also end here, Caster.”

A glint flashed in Anahn's eyes as he raised the knight's lance, the radiance of the Holy Lily illuminating everything.

"I am the black that devours everything, I am the white that gives birth to everything;

"Born before creation, existing after annihilation; "

"Sixth Divine Key - Black Abyss White Flower, First Rated Power - Holy Lance Bloom!"

Pure, spotless white light illuminated the night, weaving a dreamlike and hazy glow. Everyone subconsciously stopped what they were doing, holding their breath at this overwhelmingly beautiful sight.

This might even apply to the [original beings].

The doll, crafted from stone, wood, and soil, couldn't help but reach out towards the beautiful light. Even as his body was gradually disappearing, he couldn't resist wanting to feel the warmth of life a little longer.

So that's how it is. This is the true meaning of life... So, what exactly is it that I've been pursuing with all my might...?

A pure white beam of light pierced through the giant's entire body, blasting both its core and head to smithereens. Thus, this golem, which Caster Avisbroun had finally created at great cost, met its end.

"It seems your plan has failed."

Vlad III looked at the giant who had vanished completely, then turned to look at Karna, a cold smile playing on his lips.

To be honest, Vlad III was quite startled when he received news of Caster's betrayal from Danic. He almost thought it was a classic repeat, but fortunately, his teammates were more reliable this time. Rider stepped up at the crucial moment, defeated the giants, and protected the Holy Grail.

Karna lowered his eyes slightly, his expression unchanged. After all, this wasn't the first time he had witnessed such a one-sided battle.

"I wonder how long your magic can last, son of the sun god?" Vlad III sneered, plunging his spear into the ground. Instantly, countless black iron stakes rose from the ground, piercing towards Karna.

"That's enough to deal with you." Karna raised his God-Slaying Spear, unleashing scorching flames that melted the iron stake, and his body charged towards Vlad III like a cannonball.

"Tsk, after all that planning and scheming, is this all it is in the end? How boring."

Ozymandias, seated on his throne, looked at the giant disintegrating in mid-air with obvious disdain in his eyes. Then, his gaze shifted slightly downwards to the three people fighting inside the temple.

It has to be said that Siegfried's addition has indeed put a lot of pressure on Berserker. Even after being strengthened, she seems to be struggling against the two great heroes. She has been under constant pressure since the beginning and has no chance to fight back. Her blessings are also constantly fading, and she obviously can't hold on for much longer.

"There's not a single reliable person here. In the end, I guess I'll have to rely on myself."

Ozymandias picked up his scepter and slowly rose from his throne, as if a slumbering dragon had opened its eyes, his majestic and heavy aura filling the entire temple.

"People without light, prepare to witness the great deeds (glory) of the Pharaoh (the sun)!"

Chapter 41 Red Team Archer, Kama the God of Love

With the complete demise of the giant, the power of the black hole gradually dissipated, and the enormous black sun gradually shrank, eventually transforming into a palm-sized, deep blue sphere that slowly fell from the sky into Anahn's hands.

Although the original giant was successfully destroyed, Caster's betrayal did bring considerable losses to the Black faction. In addition to the loss of combat power, the Thousand World Tree Castle was completely reduced to ruins by the giants and the pseudo-black hole.

Having lost this important base, the Black Faction lost many of its resources, such as the production line used to manufacture puppets and the android factory that replenished the Servants' magic power; all of these have been completely destroyed.

The only good news for Black is that the Grand Cup has not been damaged and is still in their hands.

"I say, aren't you going to use a bit too many tricks?" Mordred, clad in armor and carrying a greatsword, walked over from a distance, looking at the dark blue ball in Anahn's hand, and said with a hint of sourness in his voice.

"What, are you envious?" Yanan chuckled. "What if I told you that what you see now is less than half of all my Noble Phantasms?"

"Tch, keep bragging." Mordred curled her lip. If Anarn were to appear in the world as a Heroic Spirit, she might believe her words, but the Servant class limits the number of Noble Phantasms each Servant can carry, so Anarn's words sounded like nothing more than a joke to her.

Yanan smiled, didn't explain anything, and simply nodded, saying, "Thank you for earlier, Xiao Mo."

"Don't get me wrong, I was just repaying the favor you did for stopping Black Saber before, I didn't do it specifically to help you," Mordred said, turning her head away.

“Yes, I know,” Yanan said with an unchanged smile.

"Damn it, you bastard..." Mordred felt a surge of inexplicable embarrassment and anger as he looked at Anan's smiling face. Like a sulking child, he stomped his feet on the ground twice, pointed his sword at Anan, and shouted, "Now that we're even, I can challenge you without any scruples! Come on, fight me! This time, I'll definitely beat you down!"

This child's thoughts are really too unpredictable... Yanan's smile seemed a little stiff, and he shook his head helplessly: "It's not the right time yet."

"Why?" Mordred tilted his head in confusion.

"because......"

A golden spear shot out from behind Yanan, hurtling towards the shadowy ruins where no one was, instantly blasting them into dust.