In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

He temporarily put aside the affairs of the village, a sense of curiosity rising in his heart.

In this world, who would dare to lay a hand on Camelot's Righteous Knights?

And judging from the looks of it, it seems like they're evenly matched.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, he quickened his pace and headed towards the battlefield.

After a dozen or so breaths, he reached the canyon exit and saw the two sides fighting in front of him.

One side consisted of dignified knights clad in silver armor, while the other side was a group of unidentified individuals wearing red armor.

However, judging from their appearance, accent, and skin color, these people should all be locals.

Anan noticed that the equipment worn by these people also exuded a magical aura, but the intensity was slightly lower than that of the Purification Knights.

Fortunately, thanks to their numerical advantage, they were still no less formidable than the opposing Cavalry.

Looking at the rose pattern on the armor, Anan stroked his chin thoughtfully.

He had a pretty good idea of ​​where these people came from.

It's true what they say, speak of the devil and he appears...

Suddenly, Yanan noticed an unusual figure.

It was a pink-haired girl wearing a purple tight-fitting combat suit, holding a shield bigger than herself, galloping across the battlefield. Those tall, imposing knights were like paper in front of her, easily knocked back more than ten meters away with a light tap.

It was her... Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly, a look of interest on his face.

He really didn't expect to run into the other person here.

But speaking of which, if she were there, then the other one would also be...

His gaze shifted slightly, and he easily spotted that dazzling orange color at the back of the crowd.

Sure enough, wherever there are singularities, these people are sure to be there.

As Fujimaru Ritsuka was intently observing the battle, a familiar voice suddenly reached her ears:

"Can you hear me, Ritsuka?"

“Oh, yes, I heard you clearly. Is there anything I can help you with, doctor?” she replied as she backed away.

Having experienced so many worlds, she is no longer the clueless newbie she once was. She has become quite adept at ensuring her safety on such a fierce battlefield and not holding Mashu back.

High emotional intelligence: I have some insights.

Low emotional intelligence: It has no effect.

Well, who told her to be a second-rate Master who was forced into this role?

While internally complaining, Fujimaru Ritsuka made contact with the doctor in Chaldea.

A virtual screen unfolded beside her, and the man on the screen was no longer calm as usual; his face was filled with visible anxiety.

"The system just issued a warning: a very large spirit origin signal has appeared near you, its scale even comparable to that of a god!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment, then subconsciously turned her head and quickly found a black-haired man wearing azure silver armor standing at the exit of the canyon, looking at her with great interest.

Even though they were so far apart, the moment she saw it, she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Those black eyes seemed to possess a magical power, firmly fixing her mind in place.

Gradually, those eyes drew closer and closer to her, as if they wanted to devour her whole...

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly leaned back, kneeling on the ground like a drowning person who had just been rescued, panting heavily.

Oh?

Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly, a look of interest on his face.

Just now, after noticing that the other party had discovered him, he drew upon a trace of Yu Duchen's mental power.

Although it was only a trace, for non-psychic magicians, this amount of mental power was enough to shatter their mental world.

Of course, he did not intend to harm Fujimaru Ritsuka.

He just wanted to test just how resilient the other person's will was.

Of course, he was very satisfied with the final result.

As expected of a Master who saves humanity, his unwavering will alone is enough to inspire admiration.

Speaking of which, the man on that screen must be Roman, the doctor from Chaldea, right?

The real King Solomon...

"Ritsuka! Ritsuka! Are you alright!?"

Hearing the doctor's anxious call, Ritsuka took a deep breath, stood up, and wiped the sweat from her face: "I'm fine, doctor. Besides, I saw that person."

She paused for a moment, then added, "The other person saw me too."

Roman choked for a moment, then realized what she meant and stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "You said you saw a Heroic Spirit whose spirit origin was comparable to that of a god?"

"Mm." Ritsuka nodded.

"Then what are you standing there for? Run!" Roman shouted. "That's a god-level enemy, you can't possibly fight it!"

Fujiwara Ritsuka hesitated slightly: "But, these soldiers..."

Roman took a deep breath: "Listen to me, Ritsuka, you have no idea how powerful a god-level being is. That's a true natural disaster, capable of easily destroying a city with tens of thousands of people. If you don't hurry, you won't be able to leave!"

Roman was filled with anxiety. This enemy, whom they had never met before, was no less powerful than the Lion King they had seen before in terms of the size of his spirit origin. If Ritsuka was targeted by an enemy of this level and did not retreat in time, he would probably be in grave danger!

After hesitating for only a moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka made her decision and nodded firmly: "I understand, Doctor."

Just as she was about to call out to Mashu, a strange voice suddenly echoed in her ears:

"I finally managed to run into you, how can I just let you get away like this?"

Chapter Ten: The Power of God-Level Heroic Spirits

"Ritsuka!!"

Almost the instant the doctor shouted, Fujimaru Ritsuka skillfully rolled forward, simultaneously throwing a magic missile behind her.

boom!

Yanan stood still, taking the brunt of the magic missile.

Looking at the smooth, pristine silver armor, he said with a half-smile, "Is this all the strength the Chaldea Masters possess?"

"I'm really sorry to admit I'm so weak." Fujimaru Ritsuka forced a smile, then shouted without hesitation, "Mash!"

A huge black shadow descended from the sky, and the girl, carrying a shield taller than herself, mercilessly slammed it down on Anan's head.

She had heard what the doctor said earlier; facing such a terrifying enemy, she had no intention of holding back at all.

"Good timing."

Anan's lips curled slightly, his right hand clenched into a fist, covered with jet-black dragon scales, and he smashed it upwards with a soaring momentum.

Boom-! ! !

The shield and fist collided, producing a heavy sound like a morning bell. Anan remained motionless, but Fujimaru Ritsuka's ears went numb from the sound.

Mashu's eyes widened in astonishment. She had used two hundred percent of her strength in that attack, yet it had been easily taken down by a single punch from the enemy!?

Is this a god-level heroic spirit?

“Not bad, it seems you haven’t let Gahalad down.”

Galahad?

Mashu was slightly taken aback, then suddenly felt a tremendous force coming from below, and her body was thrown backward uncontrollably.

"Mash!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka rushed forward, trying to catch Mash who was flying backward, but she was also knocked away by the impact.

Anan's lips twitched slightly. He controlled his strength very precisely and would not cause any harm to Mash, who was a half-Servant, but it was uncertain whether it would affect Fujimaru Ritsuka.

However, he didn't expect this girl to be so stubborn...

"Senior, senior, are you alright?"

Mashu hurriedly stood up from Fujimaru Ritsuka's body, looking at her senior who was lying on the ground, her face filled with worry and panic.

"I'm fine, Mashu." Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed the back of her head in pain. Luckily, she was protected by her Mystic Code, otherwise she would have suffered a concussion.

"Heroic Spirits are different from ordinary people. The damage she can withstand might be fatal to you. As your Master, don't you even know this basic common sense?"

Mash turned around instantly, raised her shield, and looked at Anann in front of her with a wary expression.

“Senior, this Heroic Spirit is very powerful. I’m afraid we… are no match for him,” Mash whispered.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded solemnly. Although it was only a brief encounter, it was clear that this guy was not an enemy they could currently contend with.

The difference is just too big...

What should she do? Fujimaru Ritsuka racked her brains, trying her best to find a way out of this predicament.

Fighting back is clearly not an option, but the opponent is also so fast that running away probably won't be easy either.

What's more, there are so many soldiers here.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed silently in her heart. If they had known that such an enemy would appear, they should have called Prince Nero along as well.

However, Princess Nero was already overwhelmed with the task of settling the refugees in her territory, and she had even conscripted Leonardo da Vinci. It would be irresponsible of her to call her out for something like searching for survivors.

Well, although she herself might be very willing.

While Fujimaru Ritsuka was lost in thought, Roman looked at the screen in Chaldea with a slightly strange expression.

As a former Grand Magician, he was well aware of just how powerful beings of this caliber truly were.

It's no exaggeration to say that if this black-haired heroic spirit in his silver armor had truly intended to kill Ritsuka and the others, they would probably be dead hundreds of times over by now.

The only explanation for this not happening is that the other party did not actually intend to kill Ritsuka.

Furthermore, judging from the scene where the opponent sent Mashu flying just now, it's clear that they were holding back...

"Director, the spirit particle transfer system is ready. Shall we activate it immediately?" a staff member called out.

In Chaldea's emergency plan, when a Master encounters an insurmountable danger in a Singularity, the Spirit Transfer System can be activated to forcibly pull the Master back.