In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

In the pitch-black universe, Anan, surrounded by countless crimson feathers, slowly opened his eyes, reflecting Kama's slightly astonished face.

"It seems you're quite surprised that I was able to wake up?"

He smiled.

Kama remained silent, but his heart was churning with turbulent emotions.

She was naturally very surprised; this was the first time someone had been able to emerge from her paradise.

This is unbelievable!

The paradise she created is an illusion constructed by exploiting the strongest and most genuine desires in the hearts of others. Ordinary people will gradually fall into it, become addicted to their own desires, and be unable to extricate themselves.

Whether it's a supreme emperor or a devout believer, everyone has their own desires, and that world is a reflection of those desires.

Human desires are like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once it starts falling, it will never stop. Therefore, once someone falls into her paradise, the possibility of escaping becomes very, very small.

Even if they realize they are in a hallucination, they will be unable to resist immersing themselves in it and unwilling to wake up.

The real world is already full of troubles: being forced to be with those you hate, being separated from those you love, and not getting what you want. So, hiding in a corner of the illusion and living a peaceful life doesn't seem so unacceptable.

Of course, this is not absolute. Throughout history, there have been enlightened individuals who saw through all desires, transcended the mundane world, and reached the realm of truth. However, such beings are extremely rare, and can be counted on one hand.

Kama was certain that the man before him was not an enlightened being, because desire still lingered in his eyes, indicating that he too had desires.

If that's the case, how exactly did he escape from that world?

Could it be that woman who's behind this?

Kama frowned and fell into deep thought, when at that moment, another unusual fluctuation came from the side.

No way...

Her lips twitched slightly, and she turned her head to look at Hercules, who was also gradually opening his eyes.

Her seemingly invincible paradise was actually broken by two ordinary people on the same day...

Compared to Anann, Hercules, who had just emerged from the illusion, still had a distinct sense of bewilderment in his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a long dream. It wasn't until Anann patted him on the shoulder that he jolted awake and his mind gradually returned to clarity.

"I didn't expect you to wake up. I thought I was going to have to solo the boss," Yanan chuckled.

Hercules glanced at Kama, whose expression was unusually grim, and shook his head, saying, "I was just lucky; someone helped me out."

Upon hearing this, Anahn was immediately surprised and curious. In a place like this, who else could offer Hercules help?

However, when he saw that Hercules remained silent, he knew that the latter had no intention of explaining further, so he did not press the matter. Instead, he turned to look at Mordred, whose eyes were still closed, and sighed inwardly.

Even without the aid of Feather Dust, he could clearly sense that Mordred was gradually losing herself, and she was beginning to exude the same aura as this dark universe.

Even now, you still can't let go of that past, Mordred...?

Seeing Anan and Hercules talking to themselves as if no one else was around, a big "well" appeared on Kama's forehead.

"You two... are you pretending I don't exist?" she said through gritted teeth. She was, after all, a respectable [beast], how could she accept such humiliation of being ignored!

She raised her hand and waved it, and beams of pure white light emerged from the void, lashing out at the two of them like whips.

Anan and Hercules dodged to the side, and the Whip of Light lashed down with a deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart, shattering an asteroid into pieces.

Upon seeing this, Yanan and Heralex's expressions immediately became much more serious.

A beast is a beast after all. Even though she suffered a minor setback, she still far surpasses ordinary heroic spirits in terms of rank.

"I originally intended to give you a gentler way to die, but since you don't appreciate it, don't blame me for being ruthless." Kama sneered, and endless radiance surged from the divine halo behind her head, instantly enveloping Anahn and Hercules.

Hercules and Anahn suddenly felt their bodies sink, as if bound by an invisible shackle, and their physical attributes instantly dropped significantly.

This is Kama's characteristic as the Sixth Demon King—the power of the [Crown of Light], which allows her to release various lights of love according to her own mood, which can be used to weaken opponents or to strengthen herself.

"Die!" Kama raised his hand again, and two more whips of light coalesced and lashed out at Anan and Hercules.

Due to the reduced speed, Hercules had no time to dodge the attack and was instantly struck by the Whip of Light. His body flew backward like a cannonball and slammed heavily into an asteroid, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His momentum instantly weakened considerably.

Seeing the incoming whip of light, Anan narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately activated the power of the Thousand Realms One Vehicle. A spatial rift opened behind him and instantly swallowed him up, allowing him to dodge the attack.

"Tch, a mere trifle." Kama's expression turned slightly unpleasant, and he snorted disdainfully.

A spatial rift opened up beside Hercules, and Anahn stepped out from it. He placed his hand on Hercules and used the power of the Black Abyss White Flower to heal the latter's injuries.

Sensing this immense life force, Hercules' eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he didn't ask any further questions. He simply nodded slightly and said, "Thank you."

“Now is not the time to say such things.” Yanan shook his head, his face revealing obvious seriousness. “My magic power is running low, and this is that guy’s territory. The longer this drags on, the more disadvantageous the situation will be for us. We must finish this quickly!”

Hercules nodded solemnly. As an experienced warrior, he also saw the unfavorable situation. Now, the only option was to take a desperate gamble!

The two exchanged a glance, nodded to each other, stood up, and looked directly at Kama.

"Oh? So you're planning to burn your bridges?" Kama sneered, but a hint of barely perceptible wariness flickered in his eyes.

The blazing flames gathered in Anaen's hand, instantly transforming into a crimson greatsword burning with raging fire. Gilded patterns flowed across the blade like lava, and the terrifying heat caused the surrounding space to distort drastically.

Hercules held an obsidian longbow, his entire being focused and imposing, like a newly drawn sword.

The next moment, the two of them made their move simultaneously.

"Heavenly Fire, unsheathe!"

"Shoot down a hundred!"

boom!

An endless torrent of fire, carrying nine arrows of light like raging dragons, rushed out. Wherever it passed, space shattered layer by layer, stars dimmed, and the enormous rumbling sound shook the heavens and the earth, as if the entire universe was trembling!

Fire and light shone together, illuminating the boundless, dark universe and instantly enveloping Kama within it!

"what?"

On the plain, Joan of Arc suddenly noticed that the "black velvet curtain" in front of her began to distort, rippling like the surface of a lake where pebbles had been thrown in. After a moment, a clear scene appeared before her eyes.

"That's... Black Archer, and Black Rider!"

Joan of Arc's face had just shown a hint of surprise, but it quickly froze.

"What is that...?"

"Was it successful?"

Anan and Hercules stared intently ahead; this was the strongest attack they could muster, and success or failure hinged on this moment!

As the flames and arrows of light gradually dissipated, Kama's figure vanished completely, leaving only emptiness before the two of them.

"It's over." Hercules let out a long breath, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

Anan frowned slightly. If Kama was really dead, why hadn't they escaped from here yet?

"hehe......"

A clear, bell-like laugh suddenly came from all directions, and Anahn and Hercules' pupils contracted sharply!

One figure after another appeared from the void. Some were petite, some were young, and some were mature. But without exception, they all wore the same clothes and had the same appearance. They were none other than Kama, who had just been destroyed!

Countless Kama!

They occupied almost every corner of this dark universe, each with the same mocking expression on their face, looking at Hercules and Anaene as if they were watching a caged beast fight.

"As expected of a great hero who completed the twelve trials and defeated King Arthur, the Son of God, that attack just now was truly impressive." A Kama standing directly in front of the two men wore a slightly mocking smile. "Unfortunately, it still lacked a bit of refinement. Let me show you..."

She opened her arms wide, as if to embrace the entire universe: "As long as I'm here, there's absolutely no way I can die!"

[All desires respond to the body].

As the god of love, Kama possesses a high degree of diversity in appearance and abilities in response to the many desires of humankind in this world. By incorporating the infinite nature of the universe into this foundation, his diversity is sublimated in a more concrete form.

This is the power to precisely approach, indulge, and corrupt the desires of every person in the universe.

The existence of "fully corresponding selves" that can be freely customized is as numerous as the stars in the sky; this is the theorem.

In other words, Kama, being a beast, exists infinitely in a universe called her own. As long as she is here, no matter how many times she is destroyed, she will be reborn again and again!

Chapter 58 Cooperation between Rulers

"What on earth is going on...?"

Holding the iris banner, Joan of Arc looked at the scene presented through the "black velvet curtain," her large violet eyes showing obvious astonishment.

Although she had prepared herself mentally for the beast's power beforehand, the scene before her still left her deeply shocked.

As long as they are in this "universe", they will never die or perish. What method can be used to destroy such an enemy?

Joan of Arc gripped the flagpole tightly, her gaze shifting slightly downwards to the silver sword at her waist, her lips pressed tightly together.

She slowly raised her right hand, gripping the sword hilt tightly, and a determined look gradually appeared in her eyes.

"I advise you not to do anything foolish." A calm voice came from the side. She subconsciously turned her head and saw Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, dressed in ancient swordsman's clothes, facing the Holy Grail. His hands, wrapped in black and white light, were pressed against the outer wall of the Great Grail. Dazzling magical runes covered his feet. The air currents stirred up by the magical fluctuations fluttered his clothes, and the pale blue magical light reflected in his eyes, which were as calm as a still pond.

For some reason, seeing Amakusa Shiro Tokisada at this moment, Joan of Arc couldn't help but recall herself being handcuffed to the stake. Now, from him, she suddenly felt that same power that had lingered in her heart back then.

The power called "enlightenment".

“Archer and Rider are no ordinary Heroic Spirits. Even the ‘Beasts’ wouldn’t be able to defeat them so easily,” Amakusa Shirou Tokisada said without turning his head. “I know you want to help them, but do you really think your power can help them?”

“I know I can’t compare to them, but even if I can only offer a little bit of help, it’s better than standing here doing nothing.” Joan of Arc looked earnestly at Amakusa Shiro Tokisada. She was never one to sit idly by and wait for death. Even when facing the vicious Burgundians, she fearlessly rose to the challenge and became the light that illuminated her homeland during that dark period.

Even without turning around, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada could clearly feel that firm gaze. He sighed inwardly and said, "I have never denied your resolve and will... but rather than burning yourself out to only play a negligible role, don't you think you should put your power in a more suitable place?"

Joan of Arc looked at him in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"What you should do most right now is to protect me and help me successfully complete the [Spirit Summoning Ritual - Heroic Spirit Summoning]," Amakusa Shiro Tokisada said calmly. "Only when the final magic is completed will we have any hope of winning. This is our biggest and only bargaining chip at the moment."

Jeanne paused slightly, looking down at the light blue lines flowing like veins beneath Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's feet. As a Ruler with a magic level of A, she could clearly sense just how terrifying the power contained within these lines was.

This is the ultimate magic constructed from the magical power accumulated by the Greater Grail over hundreds of years. When this power is fully released, it is no exaggeration to say that it will change the world.

"But now, apart from Archer and Rider, all the other Servants are already..."

“There are more than just Heroic Spirits here now,” Amakusa Shiro Tokisada said.

Joan of Arc paused for a moment, then, as if she had thought of something, said, "They wouldn't do such a thing."

“That’s hard to say.” Amakusa Shiro Tokisada lowered his eyes slightly. “I know better than you just how crazy that guy named Danic’s thirst for the Holy Grail has become. That guy has almost degenerated into a monster confined in a cage called ‘family’.”

"You seem to know him very well?" Joan tilted her head in confusion.

“Because that guy, like me, was also a participant in that Holy Grail War.” Amakusa Shiro Tokisada’s eyes showed a look of reminiscence. “It was also that guy who stole the Greater Grail.”

Jeanne was slightly taken aback. Although she was the referee of this Holy Grail War, she was not very clear about these private information belonging to her Master. She had thought that Danic was a young and promising man, but she did not expect him to be an old man who was close to 100 years old.