In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Every step she took, every action she took, was the result of careful consideration. Her plan was so perfect, so flawless; everyone except that woman was merely a pawn on her chessboard. The situation should have unfolded exactly as she envisioned: kill everyone, seize the Holy Grail, and she should have been the ultimate victor…

Why, why...

"Hurry up and finish her off." Hercules raised his obsidian longbow and aimed it directly at Kama. "Don't give her a chance to recover."

Yanan nodded, slowly exhaling a scorching breath, and the Heavenly Fire Greatsword in his hand once again burst into flames.

However, just as they were about to make their move, they suddenly sensed an unusually large surge of magical power emanating from Kama.

"Why can't you guys just die obediently?!"

Kama let out a beastly roar, and a dazzling light suddenly rose from his body, obscuring everyone's eyes like a glittering star, forcing Anahn and Hercules to temporarily halt their attack.

When the light faded and everyone opened their eyes again, they found that the third beast before them had witnessed earth-shattering changes.

The dark red crystals that originally covered her limbs have been replaced by exquisite, colorless crystals, and the flames that entwined them have all disappeared. Her flowing white hair dances in the wind, and a sacred star ring floats behind her head, casting countless points of light, like dazzling stars reflected under a black velvet curtain.

She floated silently in mid-air, the light she emitted illuminating half of the night sky; at that moment, she seemed like the center of the universe!

Anan and Hercules' expressions turned serious at a visible speed. Although the terrible Shiva fire was gone, the threat that Kama posed to them now was many times stronger than before!

Perhaps this is the true form of the [Fallen God of Love] as the Third Beast...

"Are you kidding me?! There's actually a third stage? This is just too unreasonable!" Mordred couldn't help but wail.

"Oh dear, so they've been pushed to this extent..." Sesshouin Kiara looked at Kama, who was now completely unleashed, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. "This is getting more and more interesting..."

Anan and Hercules' eyes flashed slightly, and the next moment, they simultaneously launched an attack on Kama. Surging flames and dragon-like arrows rushed towards Kama in a pincer movement.

The real world isn't an anime; they won't just sit idly by and watch Kama complete his transformation.

Kama's expression was calm and serene. With a slight lift of his slender arm, countless hands of light suddenly emerged from the void, each splitting into two. One hand firmly grasped the arrow, which was comparable to a cannonball, while the other hand clenched slightly, causing the massive flames to involuntarily converge towards the palm and vanish in the blink of an eye.

Anan and Hercules' most powerful offensive was thus easily neutralized...

"You've really caused me quite a bit of trouble, you impudent blasphemers..." Kama smiled as she looked at Anahn and Hercules. She was completely unrecognizable from her previous mad and violent self. In particular, the smile on her lips had a bewitching charm that made it hard to look away. "But it's alright. I am the most merciful goddess of love. No matter how rebellious you are, I will forgive you."

"Because, I have always... 'loved' you all."

A dazzling light emanated from the star ring behind Kama's head, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield. Even Mordred, Anahn, and Hercules, who possessed [Intuition] and [Mind's Eye], were unable to escape the light's reach.

When the light faded, the three opened their eyes again and found that the surrounding scenery had undergone tremendous changes.

The solid earth vanished, replaced by an endless expanse of darkness and chaos, with stars suspended in this boundless starry sky, radiating countless cold starlight.

At that moment, they felt as if they had arrived at the center of the universe.

"What on earth is going on..." Mordred tensed up, her body and nerves taut. Although the scene before her was more magnificent than any she had ever seen, she had no heart to appreciate it. Her innate [intuition] was reminding her that deadly danger lurked everywhere!

Yanan and Hercules also looked around warily, not relaxing their guard in the slightest.

A tiny point of light suddenly appeared in the endless darkness. Then, the point of light rapidly expanded, illuminating the boundless black universe in the blink of an eye. In the deepest part of the light, a familiar figure was slowly walking towards them.

"Welcome to my universe." Kama gazed at the three people before her, a gentle smile on her beautiful face.

The universe? Mordred and Hercules frowned inwardly, while a thoughtful look appeared in Anahn's eyes.

According to Anan's understanding of the Third Beast, the so-called [Beast of Love] should contain two spirit origins: one is Kama, which symbolizes love, and the other is Mara, the sixth demon king who symbolizes desire.

Because Kama directly received Shiva's flames, she gained the concept of "universe," and Mara, who was born of the same body as her, also gained the physical form of the universe. Thus, Kama became the being that contained the catastrophe of "cosmic rampant love and desire," the so-called beast of [love and desire].

The universe before us is the embodiment of the concept of 'the universal overflow of love and desire', and it is also Kama's most powerful treasure [the world of love, the burning universe (SamsāraKāma/MāraAvaruddha)].

This Noble Phantasm is undoubtedly among the top-tier Anti-World Noble Phantasms. It is an ultimate Noble Phantasm that combines the power of the two gods, Kama and Mara, and presents the demonic nature on the scale of the changes in heaven and earth.

Even Gilgamesh's Ea could not tear this Noble Phantasm apart.

"Now, let me show you..." A huge and magnificent lotus flower bloomed at Kama's feet, making her look like a Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering. However, upon closer inspection, one would find that the petals were actually made up of countless hands of light. "What is true 'love'?"

A brilliant and holy light shone forth once more, and the three of them, including Yanan, had nowhere to hide and were instantly enveloped in its radiance.

After a bout of dizziness, Anan gradually came to his senses and found that the world around him had changed once again.

"here it is......"

He stood there, looking around, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

He was standing on a spacious open-air balcony, the bright sunshine gently bathing him, and a few clouds lazily drifting across the clear blue sky. A gentle breeze caressed his face, bringing a pleasant coolness.

His gaze shifted slightly downwards, and before him lay an exceptionally spacious city. The chalk walls shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, and the clean streets were bustling with people. The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, shouting, and greetings filled the air, creating a vibrant and prosperous scene.

This is Camelot, the City of Glory.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Paradise

The magnificent city before him was none other than Camelot, the chalk city from Anaen's memory.

However, compared to the original Camelot, the city in front of us is not only more expansive, but also more vibrant, as energetic as the rising sun.

"What exactly is this...?"

Yanan frowned slightly. For some reason, he felt a strange sense of unease, as if he had forgotten something.

What exactly is it...?

As an experienced warrior, he certainly wouldn't ignore this sudden anomaly. Just as he was using the power of Feather Dust to check what was wrong with him, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Yanan?"

He paused for a moment, then turned around and saw a beautiful woman with long, flowing black hair like a waterfall and eyes as bright as stars standing in front of him. Her simple black dress could not hide her stunning figure, and she exuded the captivating charm of a mature woman.

“Nide…”

"What's wrong? Why are you standing here like that?" Nidhogg stepped forward, pressing his slightly cold hand against Anan's face, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Are you feeling unwell?"

“No…I…” Yanan opened his mouth, but didn’t know how to explain his strange behavior just now.

“I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t seem like it’s anything serious to you.” Nidhogg smiled and took Yanan’s hand. “Then let’s go, everyone is waiting for you.”

"Wait for me?" Yanan was slightly taken aback. "Why would you wait for me?"

“Have you forgotten?” Nidhogg tilted his head in confusion. “Today is the monthly family gathering. Everyone is here except you.”

"A family gathering..." Yanan murmured after a moment's thought, "Yes, today is family gathering day..."

He remembered that after traveling through many worlds and resolving countless crises, he had finally successfully upgraded [Savior] to EX level, and used this to activate the Holy Grail, changing Britain's doomed fate.

After discussion, Artoria and the others did not make the matter public. Instead, they set the day of his return as the day of their monthly family gathering, symbolizing that they would all be together forever and never be separated again.

“Yes, we were all ready, but I came to call you because you hadn’t arrived yet,” Nidhogg said with a smile. “Then let’s go now.”

Yanan turned his head to look at the bustling and magnificent city behind him, and after a moment of silence, nodded slightly: "Mm."

......

"You're kidding, right..."

Mordred stared wide-eyed at the towering white chalk walls before him and the lion flag fluttering in the wind atop them.

"Camelot? This is Camelot? But... why am I here...?"

She tapped her helmet, her brows furrowed, as if she had forgotten something.

"Sir Mordred, what are you still standing here for?"

A cold voice suddenly interrupted Mordred's thoughts. She subconsciously looked up and followed the direction from which the voice came, only to see a figure that was all too familiar to her.

He was a tall man dressed in jet-black armor and wearing a white shawl. His short black hair was neatly combed back, and his gloomy face, which looked like it was sculpted from marble, gave people a sense of gloom and made it clear at a glance that he was not a good person to get along with.

“Agraven…” Mordred’s face showed undisguised disgust.

Mordred had never been fond of her blood-related "brother," partly due to Agraven himself. This guy always had a stern face and was always unsmiling, making it seem like everyone owed him money. Moreover, due to his cold personality and unscrupulous style of doing things, Agraven had a very bad reputation, so there were basically very few people at the Round Table who could get along with him.

On the other hand, it stemmed from her jealousy of Agruven.

Even Lancelot, who disliked Agravan the most, had to admit that Agravan's abilities were indeed outstanding. No matter what task the king assigned him, he could complete it perfectly. He was also loyal to the king and deeply trusted by him, making him the king's right-hand man.

And all of this is exactly what Mordred has always wanted, but has never been able to obtain.

Clearly, Agrave was used to Mordred's disdain. He simply said calmly with a straight face, "Come with me. The king has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait! What did you say?!" Mordred's eyes widened suddenly, and she said urgently, "You said, the King is waiting for me?"

A-Fenwen frowned slightly, seemingly thinking it was a rather foolish question, but after a moment's consideration, he sighed and patiently explained:

"You have led your army to conquer France, and the king is very pleased with this. He has decided to personally receive you at the palace and bestow upon you a reward."

"I...conquered France...?"

Mordred muttered to herself, when suddenly she seemed to remember something and looked behind her. She saw an endless army lined up neatly behind her, all of them standing tall and looking at her with a hint of respect in their eyes.

A vivid memory flooded her mind. She recalled leading her army in a charge towards the French Royal Palace, routing all the enemies along the way. The guards were no match for her. She trudged through the blood to the palace, seized the French emperor who was trying to escape, and then beheaded him with a single sword stroke...

Even now, she still remembers the smell of blood and gunpowder on the battlefield, and the emperor's terrified expression before his death. But for some reason, she still feels that it's not real.

What exactly went wrong...?

"Are you coming or not?" Agraven frowned, his tone already showing some impatience. "I think you haven't forgotten, have you? The king hates people who have no sense of time the most."

"Ah? Oh... okay." Mordred quickly put aside the strange feeling in her heart, ordered the army to wait in place, and then rode her horse to follow Agravwen into the chalk city that she knew so well.

The heavy doors, gleaming with magical light, slowly opened with a heavy creak, revealing a wide and clean street to Mordred. Countless people stood on both sides of the street, staring intently at Mordred with expressions of longing, respect, and other emotions in their eyes.

"Here he comes! It's Lord Mordred!"

"Well done, Mordred! You are Camelot's pride!"

"Aaaaaah! Lord Mordred, I want to have your child!"

Looking at these incredibly enthusiastic people, Mordred shifted uncomfortably. She had never experienced such high-level treatment before; in the past, she only witnessed such scenes when the king made an appearance...

But this feeling of being admired is actually quite nice...

“Keep a close eye on them, Mordred,” Agraven said without turning his head. “These are your people. They love you, support you, and respect you. Your mission is to make their lives better. That is your responsibility, understand?”

Mordred gave Ardin a strange look, and for some reason, she felt that there was something hidden in his words.

However, after saying this, Agraven returned to his usual taciturn self and did not say another word.

Mordred didn't care. She waved back to the crowd's enthusiasm while looking at the magnificent palace in the distance, a sense of anticipation rising in her heart.

What kind of reward will the king give her this time...?

......

"Berserker is the strongest!"