In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Hopefully, the main body will become aware of the situation here...

Anan pondered silently. This "universe" was a small world that evolved from Kama's authority. So from the moment he fell into this place, he had lost contact with the outside world, and similarly, he had lost contact with his original body.

But if he dies here, it might make the original body aware of the anomalies in this world.

But this is very risky. His main body is currently in a crevice outside the world, making it difficult to transmit information, especially since his main body is currently monitoring countless worlds. Who knows when he will notice this inconspicuous little ripple?

But at this point, he had no other choice but to hope that his physical body or the suppressive force could detect the situation in time.

Outside the "universe" constructed by Kama, Joan of Arc looked at the scene presented through the "black velvet curtain," and her face gradually turned pale.

She knew very well that if this attack landed, Archer and Rider would definitely die, and even if they burned their spirit cores, they would have no chance of stopping it.

This is not only a difference in strength, but also a world of difference in life level and status. Even if they are heroes, how could they possibly resist natural disasters?

She turned to look at Amakusa Shiro Tokisada. She didn't understand magic, but she could tell that the latter had obviously put all his energy into magic. Now was the most crucial moment!

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, her eyes regaining their usual firmness. She gripped the iris banner tightly in her hand, her petite body standing firm as a rock.

She knew very well that after Archer and Rider fell, it would be her turn, but even if it cost her her life, she would never allow the [Beast] to surpass her!

She once sacrificed herself to protect this land, and now she will not regret making the same choice again!

Seemingly sensing the urgency of the situation, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada accelerated the construction of the magic once again, but how could a decisive battle magic like [Summoning Ritual - Heroic Spirit Summoning] be so easy to construct?

In particular, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada had no talent for magic. If it weren't for his Noble Phantasm, he wouldn't even have been qualified to come into contact with this magic.

Now that things have come to this, he can only squeeze out every last bit of his potential in order to complete this enormous magic trick as soon as possible.

Please, Almighty Lord, even just once, please grant me this final miracle!

"Ok?"

In the pitch-black universe, a beam of white light suddenly pierced through Anan's chest and rushed into the endless depths of the universe. The authority of the [Beast] could not affect it in the slightest, and it broke through this world in just an instant.

"what is that?"

Joan of Arc stared in disbelief at the white light bursting forth from the "black velvet curtain." Due to its incredible speed, she had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the white light plunged into the Greater Grail.

The instant the white light vanished, a familiar, soft, and charming voice chuckled softly in Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's ear:

"I never imagined I'd have the misfortune of seeing you in such a disheveled state, my Master~"

Chapter Sixty: Grand Heroic Spirits, Descend!

The moment the sound rang out, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's body jolted violently, his mind reeling as if he had been struck by a hammer, leaving him instantly in a daze.

A gentle, warm touch traveled along the back of his hand, and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's body instantly stiffened, his head tilting to one side inch by inch as if a rusty spring had been wound up.

A familiar, exquisite face came into his view, languid yet alluring, proud yet spirited. In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to that afternoon when they first met.

"...Assassin?"

"Oh dear, I never expected my Master to make such an embarrassing expression." Semiramis's lips curled up slightly, a sly look in his eyes. "It's a pity I'm currently busy, otherwise I would definitely use magic to record your stupid face."

"You...why..." Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's mind was completely in a mess. Assassin had clearly been destroyed by the [Beast], and it happened right in front of him, so why was Assassin reappearing now?

In a daze, he suddenly recalled the white light that had merged into the Greater Grail. Could it be because of that thing?

“I know what you want to ask, but I’m not quite sure either.” Semiramis brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was sleeping peacefully in the Holy Grail, but then I suddenly woke up and ended up like this.”

Sleeping, awakening? Amakusa Shiro Tokisada immediately fell into thought. Could it be that the white light just now awakened Semiramis's heroic spirit, which was originally sleeping in the Greater Grail?

In the Holy Grail War, the fallen Heroic Spirits are collected one by one by the Greater Grail. Once all the Heroic Spirits are gathered, the Greater Grail will open the passage to the Throne of Heroes and send them back. Another function of this passage is to lead to the legendary "Root".

Reaching the "Root" is the ultimate dream of all magicians. The three starter families of Fuyuki City created the Holy Grail system to achieve this dream. The Holy Grail's legendary ability to grant wishes is actually just a kind of "miracle" achieved by accumulating magical power over decades. In a sense, this level of immense magical power can indeed be described as omnipotent.

Logically speaking, heroic spirits absorbed by the Holy Grail cannot be revived. Therefore, their spirit origins are shattered, and they have completely lost their foundation in the mortal world, unless some external force helps them reshape their spirit origins.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada stared intently and then realized that Assassin's body had a kind of glass-like transparency, like a ghost in some folk tales, only lacking that eerie and sinister atmosphere.

"Did you notice?" Semiramis noticed Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's gaze and smiled nonchalantly. "Although I don't know why, it seems my awakening shouldn't last too long. In the world of magic, there's a saying: 'All coincidences are inevitable.' I won't wake up for no reason. So, have you thought of anything?"

Upon hearing Semiramis's words, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada felt as if a lightning bolt had struck his mind, and he subconsciously lowered his head to look at the massive magic circle beneath his feet.

“…Interesting.” Semiramis raised her eyebrows, a look of interest appearing in her eyes. “[Summoning Ritual - Heroic Spirit Summoning], the legendary ultimate magic. I’ve only ever seen it in some ancient books. I never thought I’d actually meet it under these circumstances.”

"Are you confident?" Amakusa Shiro Tokisada asked. He knew very well that although this Assyrian empress was an Assassin, in terms of magical skills, she was in no way inferior to those top magicians of the Age of Gods.

“I’ve never done it before, but I can give it a try. After all, I researched this ultimate magic for many years. If I hadn’t been looking for a sufficiently large source of magic power, I would have done it myself long ago.” Semiramis’s face showed an eager expression. For a magician, being able to personally complete such an ultimate magic is an almost irresistible temptation.

“But in my current state, I definitely can’t complete this magic trick, so…” She looked at Amakusa Shiro Tokisada with her captivatingly alluring phoenix eyes, “I need to borrow your body for a while.”

“No problem,” Amakusa Shiro Tokisada replied without hesitation.

Semiramis was taken aback by the decisive answer. After regaining her composure, she turned her head away and coughed awkwardly, saying, "You'd better think this through. Taking over a body is no joke. If I have any other ulterior motives, you might..."

“There’s nothing to consider.” Amakusa Shiro Tokisada looked at Semiramis, and the gentle smile returned to his handsome young face. “I have always believed in you.”

Even without a physical form, Semiramis felt his heart skip a beat upon hearing these words.

"What a...troublesome guy." She chuckled softly, then lunged forward, merging into Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's body.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada closed his eyes, letting his senses be gradually stripped away, offering no resistance whatsoever, his lips still bearing that gentle smile as always.

In less than three breaths, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada opened his eyes again, revealing a pair of dark golden pupils, like a pair of cold amber.

She seemed a little uncomfortable, first shaking her neck, then glancing at the body and muttering under her breath, "Damn man..."

She raised her head again, looked at the Great Cup in front of her, and slowly curled a proud smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Ultimate magic, huh... That's quite a nice toy. Let's see how much fun you can bring me."

Jeanne, who had been keeping a close eye on the Greater Grail's movements, suddenly noticed that Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, who had been facing away from her, seemed to have undergone some changes. First, her [True Name Revelation] could no longer obtain any information from him. Second, she felt that his body had also undergone a significant change. The original aura of a priest's gentleness and a swordsman's murderous intent was instantly replaced by a queenly coldness and arrogance, as if he had become a completely different person.

Just as Joan of Arc was wary of these sudden changes, she suddenly noticed that the magical elements in the air had become much more agitated. This agitation increased the concentration and flow of magic, but it did not cause the magic to go out of control, as if a pair of delicate, invisible hands were controlling everything.

This is... Caster's [territory creation]! Jeanne's heart tightened, and she immediately realized what the current anomaly meant.

[Territory Creation] is Caster's most important class skill. With this ability, they can create territories that are most advantageous to themselves and unleash more than 100% of their power within them. This is also an important reliance for the weak Caster to compete with other Servants.

In most cases, a Caster with a base and a Caster without a base are completely different creatures, almost equivalent to the difference between level one and max level. The level of the base can also be compared to the difference between a blank base and top-tier equipment.

To be able to create a position out of thin air without any magical medium or props is definitely not an ordinary [position creation]. Even conservatively estimated, it should be at least A+.

With her A-rank magic, Jeanne d'Arc keenly sensed that the source of all this was "Amakusa Shiro Tokisada" standing before her.

Recalling the series of changes that had just occurred to the other person, Joan of Arc seemed to realize something and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Semiramis, who had taken over Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's body, was completely unaware of the changes behind her. At this moment, she had focused all her attention on the magic circle beneath her feet.

As a magician capable of rivaling the treacherous witch Medea, Semiramis's talent in magic is beyond doubt. Even though it was her first time using magic of this level, she handled it with ease, and even began constructing the remaining parts on her own without the aid of a Noble Phantasm.

The light blue lines flowed faster and faster, and the light emanating from the magic circle became increasingly dazzling. The dense magic power gathered into a visible airflow that spread in all directions, stirring up a fierce wind as sharp as a knife.

At some point, the sky, which had been tinged with the pale light of dawn, was gradually shrouded in dark clouds. The world, which had just begun to see the first light of day, was once again plunged back into darkness, leaving only the towering, pale blue pillar of light as the sole source of light in the world.

Semiramis gritted her teeth, squeezing out the last bit of magic from the Greater Grail, and with exquisite control, guided it into the final gap in the magic circle.

[Spirit Summoning Ritual - Heroic Spirit Summoning], successfully constructed!

boom!

A massive, light blue pillar of magical light shot into the sky, instantly filling the entire world with an aura of immense power. At the top of the pillar, the sky seemed to be torn apart, revealing a vortex within, a chaos beyond description. Simply gazing upon it evoked an impulse of reverence in everyone present.

Danic stared blankly at the large hole, muttering to himself in a voice only he could hear:

"source......."

Within the vortex suspected to be the source, two beams of light suddenly shot out, ignoring all obstacles and rushing straight into the "black velvet curtain".

In the pitch-black universe, Kama, who was still in a state of bewilderment because of the white light that had just shot out from Anan's body, suddenly saw two beams of light rushing from a distance and merging directly into the bodies of Anan and Hercules.

Then, an immense sense of crisis exploded in her heart like a cannonball!

Chapter 61 Grand Heroic Spirit Hercules

Anan and Hercules were completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world, so when they saw the two white lights rushing towards them, they thought it was an attack from Kama and instinctively tried to dodge.

However, at this moment they suddenly discovered that their bodies were bound in place by an unknown force, unable to move at all, just like insects trapped in amber, only able to watch helplessly as the two beams of light rushed into their bodies.

I never expected the [beast] to have such a method... Just as this heavy thought flashed through Anahn's mind, he found that the expected pain did not come.

On the contrary, after the white light merged into his body, an inexplicable comfort suddenly filled his limbs and bones, as if he were soaking in a hot spring in the dead of winter. Even he couldn't help but feel intoxicated by this heavenly bliss.

Then, like a surging river, a continuous stream of magical power flowed into his body, awakening the previously dormant Noble Phantasms one by one, and even the Spirit Origin that he had personally shattered began to heal again.

However, this was not the end of the miracle. The repaired spirit foundation continued to expand at an extremely fast speed, soon surpassing its original size, two times, three times, four times... In just a few breaths, the size of his spirit foundation reached ten times its original size!

At the same time, his ability index and Noble Phantasm level were also increasing rapidly at an incredible speed, and an indescribable terrifying aura gradually spread from his body, as if an ancient god or demon was awakening from its slumber!

Yanan slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless abyss. He looked down at the arms that were even more delicate and flawless than a woman's, and deeply felt the terrifying power contained within this body.

He was no stranger to this power, for it was the very power that he had recorded on the Throne of Heroes, belonging to [The Chosen King, Arthur]!

He is no longer [Rider Anan], but [The Chosen King Arthur]!

The purpose of that white light was to bring [the Chosen King, Arthur] into this world!

Boom!

Another aura, no less powerful than that of Anan, suddenly surged up from his side, carrying an indescribable ferocity and terror, yet also possessing a divinity that transcended the mundane, making one feel an irresistible urge to prostrate oneself in worship, as if mortals were paying homage to a god.

When everything returned to normal, Hercules appeared in the same spot. His body, which had previously resembled broken porcelain, had not only fully recovered, but he was also taller than before, almost three meters tall, like a small giant who had stepped out of the mythological era.

He wore a slightly worn ancient armor, his exposed bronze muscles as hard and solid as stone, a rough lion skin covering his head, an obsidian longbow in his hand, and a military belt inlaid with rubies around his waist. Although he did not move, he gave people an immense sense of oppression just by standing there.

Without any communication, with just one glance, Anahn could tell that Hercules, like himself, had obtained all the power recorded on the Throne of Heroes!

Seeing the two people transformed, Kama's face turned completely ugly, and a sense of fear welled up in his heart.

"Grand Heroic Spirits..."

how can that be!

To deceive the Counter Force, she had been carefully hiding her power since she arrived in this world. Only when she was certain of victory did she unleash her full power. Based on her experience, the Counter Force would not be able to react in such a short time. Once she dealt with the remaining Heroic Spirits, she could obtain the Holy Grail effortlessly, acquire its magic, defeat the hypocritical nun, devour her, and become the complete Third Beast!

Although there were some minor hiccups along the way, the overall situation remained under her control. Even when Anahn and Hercules were about to fight to the death, it didn't throw her off balance; at most, it was just a bit of an accident.

However, she never expected that at this crucial moment, these two would transform into Grand Heroic Spirits right in front of her!

This is the first time since the start of the war that the situation has completely slipped out of Kama's control, like a train following a set route that, due to an unexpected detour, has begun heading in a completely unknown direction...

Kama shook his head, completely banishing the jumbled thoughts from his mind, his playful expression now completely replaced by solemnity.