In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Yanan stepped inside first, followed closely by Sidden.

The moment you step through the portal, the biting cold vanishes instantly, replaced by warm sunshine. The surroundings are no longer desolate snow-capped mountains, but an endless garden.

"How beautiful!" Sidden couldn't help but exclaim.

"Welcome, distinguished guest, to my domain."

A deep, resonant voice came from above. Sidden instinctively looked up and was so startled that he almost fell to the ground.

An enormous head was suspended in mid-air, its deep eyes filled with wisdom.

"Greetings, esteemed wise man, Mimir." Yanan bowed slightly.

The head before us is actually Mimir, the wise giant from Norse mythology. He is the biological child of Ymir, the progenitor giant, and one of the progenitor gods of Norse mythology. His existence predates even Odin.

He is the master of the Well of Wisdom. Odin obtained the right to drink from the Well of Wisdom by sacrificing one of his own eyes.

Mimir was one of the very few gods who survived Ragnarok, and even fewer people knew about it.

Anan was able to find out thanks to one person.

“You have Scáthach’s aura on you.” Mimir looked at Anahn and sighed softly. “Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen that little girl. How is she doing?”

“Thanks to you, my mother is doing well,” Yanan said.

"Heh, is that really the case?" Mimir's face showed a playful smile. "She's just an ordinary human being, yet she's afflicted with the curse of 'immortality.' For her, that must be the most painful torment."

Anan gave a wry smile. He truly lived up to his reputation as a giant of wisdom.

“If I’m not mistaken, this must be why you came to see me.” Mimir looked at Sidden beside him and nodded slightly. “He is indeed a good seed, worth cultivating.”

"You mean...you agree?"

“Although I am a god, I do get a little bored when I’m alone for too long.” Mimir smiled gently. “It would be quite interesting to train a mortal hero.”

"Then I'll trouble you." A hint of joy appeared on Yanan's face as he bowed slightly.

Although he had heard from Scáthach that Mimir was easy to talk to, he didn't expect to achieve his goal so easily.

That's way too easy.

"Don't be so happy, Scáthach's child."

A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Mimir's face.

"Your mother is in a rather dangerous situation right now."

Chapter Forty-Seven: The Feast of the Gods

Ireland.

Beneath the clear blue sky, the void distorted slightly, and Anan, clad in azure silver armor, emerged.

He looked down at the peaceful island below, his brow furrowing slightly.

"He seems fine. Is Mimir lying to me?"

He muttered something to himself and casually tossed a detection spell toward the island, but found nothing unusual.

He then used rune magic and primordial runes to probe, but the result was the same.

"I was just overthinking it. Oh well, I should leave now, or it'll be bad if my mother finds out."

The void twisted again, and Yanan's figure vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

More than ten minutes later, two figures dressed in black robes emerged from the void.

“That human is no ordinary being; I sensed the aura of the God-King emanating from him,” one of the figures in black robes said.

“This must be the King Arthur [he] told us about. Even the God-King with the Silver Arm and Kratos was defeated by him, so we are no match for him,” said another figure in black robes.

"Fortunately, he didn't discover the true situation here."

"Yes."

"Do you know Nuada?"

An unfamiliar voice came from behind, and the two figures in black robes immediately felt a chill rise up their spines, making their scalps tingle.

Their figures vanished instantly, disappearing over a kilometer away.

Before they could even catch their breath, a pair of large hands suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed their heads.

"When others ask you questions, you should answer them seriously. Don't you even understand this most basic etiquette?"

So fast!

Startled, their extensive combat experience made them abandon any thought of fleeing. One was engulfed in raging flames, while the other was radiating a chilling aura. They simultaneously launched an attack from behind.

puff!puff!

Two golden spears pierced through their chests in an instant, the flames dissipated, the chill vanished, and their momentum immediately weakened.

"That power just now... are you gods of the Danu race?" Yanan frowned slightly. In the instant when the two released their power, he sensed the same divinity as Nuada.

Divinity cannot be faked, especially between different pantheons, where divinity varies drastically.

"Were you also resurrected by Vortigern?"

The two Danu gods remained silent, not uttering a word.

Anan's eyes turned cold, and two crimson feathers descended from the sky, merging into the consciousness of the two gods.

Just as he was about to search the memories of these two, the two gods suddenly let out a painful groan, and then their figures immediately turned into countless points of light and disappeared.

As he watched the disappearing points of light, Anan's expression gradually darkened.

"A restriction that immediately self-destructs upon touching the memory? Vortigern, you're quite well-prepared."

He turned to look at the peaceful island below and murmured, "So, what I'm seeing now is probably just an illusion. And since even the primordial runes didn't react, this power likely comes from the Holy Grail. In that case..."

Two golden spears, each carrying a chain, thrust downwards. When they reached a point about 500 meters above the island of Ireland, the spear tips seemed to touch something and paused.

The previously empty void suddenly rippled, and then a transparent shield covering the entire island appeared.

“Just as I thought.” Anahn sneered. “Judas, open it for me.”

The golden necklace hanging on Yanan’s chest swayed slightly, and then three more golden spears flew out, striking the transparent shield like golden lightning.

Click, click, click—! !

Large, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the shield, which then exploded like shattered glass, revealing the true scene below.

Mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, trees fell, and smoke billowed. At this time, there was no longer any peace and tranquility on the island of Ireland; everywhere was filled with desolation and ruin like an apocalyptic wasteland.

It's clear that a very fierce battle took place here.

Moreover, judging from the remaining traces, the battle here ended some time ago.

Yanan clenched his fists tightly, his face as calm as still water. With a slight sway, he appeared in a deep canyon in the blink of an eye.

This is the entrance to the Dead Zone.

Just as Yanan was about to open the gates of the Dead Realm, a dozen black-robed figures suddenly rushed out from the corner and headed straight for his back.

"I don't want to waste my time here with you!"

A fierce glint flashed deep in Yanan's eyes, and the black spear Black Abyss instantly appeared in his hand. The spear shadow swept across the air like a dark lightning bolt, and more than a dozen heads shot into the sky in an instant, blood gushing out like a fountain. The headless bodies ran forward a few steps due to inertia, and then fell down with a thud, turning into countless points of light and dissipating.

"It's Danu again..."

Since even the gates to the Dead Zone are blocked, it means the enemy has probably already breached the defenses.

Anan drew a complex rune, and an ancient and mysterious power spread out, as if it had resonated with something. A pitch-black gate engraved with the pattern of the spider lily slowly emerged, inside which was a vortex filled with an aura of deathly stillness.

Yanan stepped inside without hesitation.

As he passed through the Gate of Death, the familiar chilling aura enveloped his entire body once again.

"They're back again..."

Looking up at the dark, deep sky above and the endless sea of ​​spider lilies below, Anaen sighed softly.

Suddenly, he heard a piercing whistling sound in his ear.

boom!

Like being struck head-on by a high-speed train, Yanan was instantly sent flying, crashing into a small hill not far away. Half of the hill collapsed instantly, and boulders rolled down, quickly burying his figure.

"Cough cough..."

Yanan pushed aside the boulder, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly raised his head, and scanned the colossal body that was taller than a mountain range until he met those cold and ruthless vertical pupils.

This was a monster he had seen before. Legend had it that when it flicked its tail, the resulting giant waves could flood the palaces of the gods. It was only after the god who controlled thunder sacrificed his life that it was finally killed.

And now, the monster that unleashed the world-ending frenzy has awakened once again.

“I was wondering where Vortigern got the confidence to attack the Deadlands.” Anann dusted off his armor, sat on a boulder, and looked up. “I never imagined he would resurrect you, Jormungandr.”

The giant python stared at him with icy eyes, its enormous body standing like a pillar between heaven and earth, giving people immense pressure.

Yanan, however, remained calm and showed no sign of panic.

Because, long ago, he had already foreseen this scene.

After returning to Camelot following the end of the Northern Counteroffensive, he summoned Merlin, Morgan, Nidhogg, and the Archbishop of Cantreber to discuss why Vortigern had gone to such great lengths to plunder Nidhogg's power.

After a month of continuous discussion, they came to a relatively plausible hypothesis: Nidhogg is a creation of the rules, a symbol of Ragnarok, and possesses the concept of the end of the Age of Gods. Vortigern might use this to reverse the concept of the end of the Age of Gods into the revival of the Age of Gods with the power of the Holy Grail, and then use this concept to revive more gods, or to superimpose the power of more gods onto himself.

Therefore, when Yanan saw Jormungandr appearing in front of him, he was not surprised. Instead, he felt a sense of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Furthermore, he had almost guessed Vortigern's purpose in attacking the Dead Zone.

Countless gods are buried in the Dead Realm, and he probably wants to free all of these gods from the shackles of the Dead Realm and then resurrect them with the power of the Holy Grail.

Although there was no conclusive evidence, Yanan felt that his reasoning was at least 70% accurate.

Although it is unknown how many gods Vortigern resurrected, it is definitely not just Jormungandr. Moreover, since even a monster like Jormungandr could be freed, it means that the situation on Mother's side is probably really not optimistic... Anan stood up, his body covered with black patterns, black wings spread out behind him, and his long hair fell to his waist. A surge of magical power, like a turbulent sea, spread out in a mighty manner.

Black Dragon Body - Complete Unleashed!

Jormungandr bent down, his cold, vertical pupils revealing a human-like apprehension.

"I don't have time to drag this out any longer, so let's settle this with this one strike."

Black and white light converged into a giant knight's lance. Anan reached out and grasped the hilt, and the holy lily pattern on the lance was lit up one by one. The holy radiance illuminated this dead and dark world.