In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Artoria pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized something.

The real ether hasn't dissipated yet!

She looked around and found that the white light had not disappeared either, and was still expanding outwards.

"What's going on? Didn't I already kill Vortigern?" Artoria exclaimed in shock.

“Then take another look over there.” Merlin raised his staff and pointed behind Artoria.

Artoria looked in the direction she was looking and saw that the broken white dragon head had somehow reconnected to the body, and its golden dragon eyes were gradually brightening, clearly indicating that it was about to be resurrected.

Immortality... Her pupils suddenly contracted.

“It’s not just about immortality.” As if guessing Artoria’s thoughts, Merlin gave a wry smile: “Vortigern, with the power of the Holy Grail, reversed the concept of the [End of the Age of Gods] that he stole from Nidhogg into the [Revival of the Age of Gods], and then superimposed it on himself, thus creating that body.”

"Now it is completely connected with the [Age of Gods]. The stronger the [Age of Gods] is, the stronger its power will be. The stronger it is, the higher the degree of the Age of Gods' revival will be."

"This is the final counterattack launched by the [Age of Gods] against [Humanity] as it faces its end—"

"The God of the End—White Dragon Voodoo!"

Chapter Sixty-Six: Yanan's Plan

“The God of the End…” Artoria stared blankly at Merlin, when suddenly a loud noise reached her ears.

She turned her head and saw that the huge white dragon had been resurrected, spreading its wings and soaring high in the sky, its cold, vertical pupils staring at her.

And... she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the dragon seemed a little bigger than before?

Just as the white dragon opened its mouth, preparing to exhale its dragon breath, a ball of black flame suddenly attacked from afar, the intense heat scorching the void and causing it to distort slightly.

Caught off guard, the white dragon was instantly engulfed by the black flames. The power of death penetrated its scales, corroded its flesh, and rampaged wildly inside, like a greedy hyena constantly gnawing at its life force.

The white dragon let out a painful howl and crashed heavily to the ground once more, its scales dull and lifeless.

Looking at the enormous black dragon circling high in the sky, a hint of surprise appeared in Artoria's eyes: "Miss Nidhogg!"

"Sorry, Lily, we're late." The void distorted slightly, and the figures of Scáthach and Morgan appeared.

"Sister Wang, and Miss Scáthach, you're here too!" Artoria's face lit up with joy, then she quickly asked, "By the way, how's the army doing?"

"Don't worry, I already know the situation. I've already ordered Bedwell and Gawain to lead the troops to retreat," Morgan replied.

Hearing this, Artoria finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "That's great, Sister Wang, thank goodness you're here."

Morgan shook his head: "Don't be so happy. If we don't get rid of that guy completely, Britain will fall sooner or later."

Just as they were talking, the white dragon revived once again. Its body had expanded again, showing a significant increase in size compared to when it first appeared, and its aura was even stronger than before.

At the same time, the white circle expanded at an even faster rate, bringing more and more land into the realm of true ether.

This is the power of the [God of the End]. As the realm of the Age of Gods gradually expands, its power also increases. The stronger it is, the faster the Age of Gods will expand. The two complement each other.

If we don't find a way to stop it, the whole world will fall sooner or later!

Nidhogg flapped its wings and spewed out a fiery breath imbued with intense death power. The white dragon raised its head and spat out a magical beam of light, which collided with the oncoming fiery breath, creating a raging storm.

With a thought, Artoria swung the Tower of Radiance, which stood on the earth, and lashed out with a whip of light formed from lightning and storm. The whip struck the white dragon, but it only pierced through the scales and flesh on the surface, instead of penetrating the entire body as it had done before.

A crimson magic spear appeared in Scáthach's hand. She hurled it forward, and like a scarlet lightning bolt, it tore through space and pierced the white dragon's brow.

As a renowned god-slayer, Scáthach naturally possesses special abilities against gods. With just one shot, the white dragon's eyes dimmed instantly, and he fell to the ground once more, without a sound.

But then, new life emerged from it.

“If this continues, once it incorporates half of Britain into the Age of Gods’ territory, we’ll probably be no match for it.” Nidhogg, now back in human form, descended from the sky, his brows slightly furrowed.

“But without weapons specifically designed to counter immortality, there’s no way we can kill it,” Merlin said helplessly.

Everyone fell silent. Weapons that can counter immortality are extremely rare in the entire world. Where are they supposed to find one in such a short time?

Just when everyone was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in their ears.

"Alright, leave the rest to me."

In the void, a crimson feather fell, spontaneously combusted, and coalesced into the shape of a phantom human male.

"Yanan!?"

Nidhogg, Morgan, and Scáthach exclaimed in surprise at the same time, and even Merlin was slightly taken aback.

"It's been a long time, everyone," Yanan said with a smile.

“Anan, what exactly is going on…” Nidhogg rushed forward and asked urgently.

"Ah, don't worry, I'm not a ghost, just a wisp of my spirit that I left in Lily before," Yanan reassured her.

Nidhogg let out a long sigh of relief, patted his chest, and muttered a complaint: "Honestly, you almost scared me to death."

For Nidhogg, who has lived in the land of the dead for many years, seeing such an illusory form naturally makes him immediately think of the undead.

“I’ll explain my situation to you later. For now, let’s deal with the important matter at hand.” Yanan pointed to the white dragon lying on the ground not far away.

"Do you have a way to kill it?" Morgan asked doubtfully.

“Killing it isn’t difficult, but I need to confirm one thing first.” Anan turned to Merlin. “Merlin, can that guy still use the power of the Holy Grail?”

Merlin shook his head: "Reversing Nidhogg's concept and forcibly linking himself to the Age of Gods is already the limit of the Holy Grail power that Vortigern can use. He can no longer use the Holy Grail now, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see its current state."

“In that case, I’m relieved.” Anan nodded slightly, then asked, “Merlin, Queen, can you find a way to stop the expansion of the Age of Gods?”

Merlin hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly and said, "I'm afraid I can't stop it; at most, I can only slow down the spread."

Even Merlin said so, so Morgan naturally couldn't come up with a better solution.

Anann didn't seem to care much about this and nodded: "Do your best to delay them, delay them for as long as you can, and then notify Bedivere and the others to go to the Kingdom of East Anglia as soon as possible and take over its main city. Remember, you must do it as quickly as possible!"

“But in the current situation, it wouldn’t make any sense to take it down, would it?” Morgan asked doubtfully.

“In short, just do as I say. This is the only way we can win right now,” Yanan said solemnly.

“Okay, I understand!” Seeing how serious Yanan was, Morgan no longer hesitated and immediately used magic to send the message to Bedivere and the others.

"My king, I hope you can create miracles again this time." Merlin smiled bitterly, tapping his staff on the ground, and countless beautiful flowers appeared, instantly covering the entire land.

An invisible force spread along with the flowers, causing the expansion of the white halo to slow down visibly.

Morgan also used his magic to help Merlin slow down the expansion of the aperture.

Yanan turned to Nidhogg, Artoria, and Scáthach: "Right now, you're the only ones who can perform at your normal fighting level here, so no matter what, you must hold off Vortigern, understand?"

The three women nodded: "Don't worry, leave it to us!"

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Return!

Upon receiving the message from Morgan, the Knights of the Round Table immediately led their army toward the Kingdom of East Anglia.

They didn't know why the king still wanted to conquer the Kingdom of East Anglia at such a critical moment, but their long-standing military training had made them accustomed to obeying orders, so no one raised any objections.

As they marched forward, they did not forget to gather the soldiers along the way. As for the local Anglo-Saxons, they only reminded them to leave quickly and then left them alone.

Whether the Anglo-Saxons would heed the advice was none of their concern.

Under the true ether, the environment would undergo drastic changes, and the probability of an ordinary person surviving would be lower than the probability of winning the lottery jackpot. They only spoke out to warn us because we are all human beings.

The nature of this war has changed. What lies before them is no longer a struggle between nations, but a clash between the distant past of the gods and the human reason that seeks to continue.

Under such circumstances, past grudges and grievances no longer seem so important.

Camelot's army marched non-stop for a day and a night, finally arriving in the Kingdom of East Anglia from the Kingdom of Northumbria. Most of the remaining seven northern kingdoms had been occupied by the alliance of nations, leaving only a lonely capital city, like an island in the sea, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops.

Upon hearing of Camelot's arrival, the rulers of the allied nations came to offer their greetings, but Bedivere had no time for pleasantries with these men. Pointing to the city, he said bluntly:

"With so many of you, and after so many days you still haven't taken it down?"

The rulers of the allied nations' faces darkened. When had they, as kings who ruled their countries, ever been so scorned? If it were King Arthur who said this, it would be one thing, but how dare a mere ruler be so arrogant?

But looking at Blue Marlock, Lancelot, Gawain, Kai, and the others behind Bedwell, they could only swallow their words and retort indignantly, "You make it sound so easy. The capital of East Anglia is located beneath the largest spiritual vein in the entire North, and the protective array is the most powerful among the seven kingdoms of the North. It's not so easy to break through."

"We've already taken down six of you, and you guys, with so many of you, can't even take down one. And you still have the nerve to make excuses. If I were one of you, I would have suffocated myself in a toilet by now," Kai sneered.

Now, the kings could no longer sit still. Having been humiliated like this, if they didn't react, how could they face their countries in the future, and how could they hold their heads high in the alliance of nations?

Snap snap snap snap—

Dozens of swords were drawn, and the kings glared at Kai, shouting, "Do you Camelots want to start a war with us by humiliating us like this?"

"Oh ho, you've got a temper now?" Kaihu glared, the golden sword Krausolas appearing in his hand as he stepped forward without flinching. "Let me tell you the truth, I've been fed up with you bunch of cowards for a long time. You're all bullies at home, but outside, you're all cowards. Since you want war, fine, let's set a time and place, and have a proper fight. Whoever backs down is a coward!"

Kai was also seething with anger. When the Northern army attacked Camelot earlier, these guys stood by and did nothing, forcing Anaen to come back to defend it himself. They haven't been able to spare any time since (Kai didn't know that Anaen had been exiled because of Artoria's blockade). Now that he had forced them to go to the battlefield, they were still slacking off and even dared to put on airs in front of him.

He couldn't swallow this insult if he didn't take this opportunity to teach these guys a lesson!

As Kai stepped forward, Gawain drew his Cyclone Victory, Lancelot drew his Unbreakable Lakelight, and the other Knights of the Round Table, not to be outdone, drew their holy swords, lances, and bows, confronting the kings.

The atmosphere between the two sides instantly became tense. Although the Knights of the Round Table had fewer people, their powerful aura cultivated over a long period of time on the battlefield and the blessing of the sacred artifacts allowed them to suppress the kings.

Many kings secretly swallowed hard. In most countries, sacred artifacts are extremely precious, even more attractive than titles and territories. But in the hands of Camelot and his gang, each of them had a sacred artifact, as common as cabbages on the roadside.

What they didn't know was that, apart from a few people like Gawain and Lancelot, the "holy artifacts" in the hands of the others were actually transformed from the Key of Domination.

However, in terms of sheer power, the Key of Domination is indeed not much different from ordinary holy artifacts.

While the kings felt intense jealousy, they also felt a strong sense of panic. Camelot's resources were simply too abundant. The Holy Sword Master, the Black Dragon, the Knights, the Great Sage, the Witch, and the legendary omnipotent Chosen King—such terrifying high-end combat power was far beyond what they could match, even if they were all combined.

If they actually accept Kai's challenge, their annihilation is probably not far off.

However, if they back down like this, it will be a huge blow to their prestige, and someone might use this as an excuse to attack them in the future.

For a moment, the princes were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to advance or retreat, and did not know what to do.

At this moment, King Dehebas suddenly stepped forward and said indifferently, "We are all gathered here to protect our homes and country and drive out the invaders. Now that the enemy has not been dealt with, we have already started to fall into chaos. If others see this, it will only make us a laughing stock, and it may even cause panic among our men. In my opinion, we should each take a step back and pretend that this never happened. What do you think?"

The princes' eyes lit up, and they all echoed:

"Yes, yes, we are all here to protect the peace of the British Isles, not to fight amongst ourselves."

"With a formidable enemy at hand, it's really inappropriate for us to be arguing like this."

"The most important thing is to deal with the enemy first."

Just as Kay was about to say something, Bedwell suddenly reached out and stopped him, whispering, "Now is not the time to throw a tantrum. Don't forget we have important things to do."

Kai clicked his tongue in displeasure.