In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

King Dehebas continued, "Camelot's strength is evident to all; it's no exaggeration to say he's the strongest in Britain. Now that you're here, how about we entrust this task of breaking through the main city's barrier to you? You just mentioned that you've already conquered six of the seven northern kingdoms, so this last one shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

"You bastard..." Kai was furious and was about to step forward, but Lancelot dragged him back.

Bedivere gave King Dehebas a deep look and said calmly, "We are not yet worthy of the title of the strongest. Our king once said that there are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people. What often brings destruction is not ignorance and folly, but arrogance and stupidity."

"But we are determined to take this main city no matter what."

After saying this, Bedivere turned and left with the Knights of the Round Table.

“Arrogance and folly…” King Dehebas murmured, a complex and indescribable look appearing in his eyes.

"Damn it, that guy is clearly trying to use us as pawns!" Kai said indignantly.

“Even if he hadn’t said it, we still had to do it, because that’s our mission,” Bedwell said calmly.

"I know, but looking at that guy's face still makes me really annoyed," Kai said, arms crossed.

Bedivere shook his head helplessly, looking at the main city of East Anglia, which was surrounded by a thick magical barrier in the distance, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "In any case, let's try to take that main city first. Lanmarok."

“I’m here.” Lanmarok immediately stepped forward.

Bedivere turned to him and said, "Now that the King and the others are not here, your Godslayer Knights are our strongest force. We will provide cover for you. Do your best to break through that barrier as soon as possible, understand?"

Lanmarok nodded: "I understand."

Soon, Bedivere assembled an army of ten thousand and launched an attack on the main city of East Anglia.

They deliberately raised the red dragon flag representing Camelot, which terrified the garrison commander of the main city of East Anglia. He immediately turned his cannons around and unleashed a barrage of powerful magical cannon fire at them.

Gawain and the others unleashed their holy swords, releasing beams of magical energy that were just as formidable, which countered the incoming magical cannons.

The kings watching from the distant hills were filled with envy and jealousy.

"I really don't know where King Arthur got so many holy swords. Could it be that he found the ruins of some god?"

"It's only been a few years, and Camelot's strength has grown to this level. It's like a dream."

"Alas, the chosen one, the chosen one..."

Everyone sighed and lamented, when suddenly someone exclaimed in surprise, "What are they trying to do?"

The crowd was slightly taken aback. Looking into the distance, they discovered that an army of less than a thousand men had quietly circled around to the flank and rear of East Anglia.

"Attract them from the front, then launch a surprise attack from the side?" The kings of this era were generally quite good at military strategy, and they figured out Camelot's plan at a glance.

But they still felt a little confused:

"The magic barrier has no blind spots, so a sneak attack is pointless. Besides, what can such a small group do?"

"Haha, maybe they're planning to break through the magic barrier?" someone joked.

“It’s not impossible,” King Dehebas suddenly said. “Don’t forget, King Arthur also had a knightly order.”

The kings paused slightly, and although King Dehebas had not specified which knightly order it was, they immediately realized what it meant.

"If it's that knightly order, then there might really be hope."

While Bedivere and his men were holding back the attention of the East Anglian capital city's garrison, Lanmarok successfully led the Godslayer Knights to the rear of the capital city.

"On my command, concentrate your forces and attack!"

The group immediately activated the simulated circuits on their bodies, and one after another, the dark green stripes lit up, bursting forth with a continuous stream of magic power that was poured into their weapons. Instantly, they unleashed natural forces such as lightning, frost, fire, and gales, which bombarded the location designated by Lanmarok.

Under the combined attack of what was roughly equivalent to nearly a thousand B-rank Noble Phantasms, the seemingly rock-solid magical barrier instantly trembled, and a cracking sound could be faintly heard.

Such a huge commotion immediately attracted the attention of the guard, who was so frightened that he shouted, "Draw out the spiritual veins and hold up the barrier!"

The magicians in the main city immediately channeled the magic power of the spiritual veins into the protective array. With the support of the massive magic power, the turbulence of the barrier stabilized at a visible speed.

Bedivere gritted his teeth, knowing that time was of the essence. The longer they dragged things out, the more dangerous it would be for Artoria and the others. So he raised his silver arm and shouted, "Those who wield Noble Phantasms, attack!"

Lancelot, Gawain, and the others unhesitatingly unleashed the holy swords in their hands.

"Reaching the limit, breaking through the barrier. 'Boundless Break - Aroundight Overload!'"

"This sword is the embodiment of the sun, a blazing flame that burns away all impurities. 'The Sword of Victory (EXcalibur Caradin)!'"

The holy sword burst forth with brilliance, crashing violently against the magic barrier, causing it to tremble once again.

The other Knights of the Round Table who possessed Noble Phantasms also unleashed theirs, pouring all their power onto the magic barrier without reservation.

Looking at the crumbling magic barrier, the guard's eyes flashed with horror, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Drain all the magic from the spiritual veins!"

A magician hesitated, saying, "But sir, this could easily cause the spiritual veins to dry up, leading to a ground collapse..."

"Do you think we still have a choice?" the garrison commander asked the magician coldly.

"...Yes, I understand."

A moment later, the magic barrier, which had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly shone brightly and stabilized once again.

Everyone gritted their teeth, their eyes filled with intense resentment, but the power of their Noble Phantasms inevitably showed signs of decline.

"What a pity," the kings sighed softly.

Bedivere clenched his fists tightly, looking down at his right silver arm, as if he had made up his mind, and a look of determination gradually appeared in his eyes.

"You once bestowed glory upon me and gave me a sense of purpose in life. Now, I will repay your expectations with this same will!"

He raised his silver arm high, and the arm immediately burst forth with a dazzling silver light.

"Devour my soul and surge forth, Silver Meteor! 'Dead End'... 'Agateram'!!"

The silver light extended and lengthened along his arm, instantly transforming into a silver lightsaber several meters long, radiating a sharp aura capable of tearing everything apart.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

Bedivere's forehead veins bulged as he growled, dragging his silver lightsaber across the magic barrier, slicing it apart as easily as cutting tofu.

The silver light gradually faded, and Bedivere knelt on the ground, his body covered in countless wounds as if he had been cut into a thousand pieces, his whole body dripping with blood, looking extremely horrifying.

But a smile played on his lips as he looked up at the sky and whispered:

"My king... did you see it? I... I really did it..."

......

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Northumbria.

After a day of continuous expansion, even with Merlin and Morgan's best efforts to stop it, Vortigern's divine realm still included Northumbria and Mercia.

Its body has now swelled to be a full size larger than Nidhogg, and its aura is surging and powerful, like a demon king returning from hell.

*Clap clap clap clap—!*

The Tower of Glory unleashed a whip of light, formed from lightning and storm, which slammed into the white dragon's body, leaving only a few barely discernible marks.

On the ground, Artoria's face had turned deathly pale. Driving the Tower of Radiance for such a long time had brought her to the brink of exhaustion.

Scáthach had switched her spear to Gungnir. She held her breath, then suddenly opened her phoenix eyes and hurled Gungnir, which flew towards the white dragon like a meteor.

The white dragon opened its enormous mouth and spewed out a mighty breath, like a mighty river, which blocked Gungnir.

"Not even a single shot from a Transcendent Realm expert is enough...?" Scáthach's expression grew increasingly grim.

Nidhogg soared high in the sky, spitting out streams of black flames at the white dragon. Although the latter was enormous, it was extremely agile and easily dodged the flames, letting out a high-pitched dragon roar at Nidhogg.

"hold head high--!!!"

The dragon's roar seemed to contain some kind of peculiar power, causing Nidhogg's body to involuntarily stiffen for a moment.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the white dragon opened its mouth and spewed out its dragon breath again, rushing towards Nidhogg.

"Miss Nidhogg!"

Artoria's pupils suddenly contracted as she exerted all her strength to activate the Tower of Radiance. Scáthach also hurriedly activated the Primal Runes, attempting to transform the space of Nidhogg.

However, their reaction was a little too slow, and they could only watch helplessly as the dragon's breath swept towards Nidhogg.

Om-! !

Just as the dragon's breath was about to touch Nidhogg, a small black and red ball suddenly emerged from the void, landed on Nidhogg's head, and spread out a barrier, blocking the dragon's breath.

A handsome, black-haired man clad in azure silver armor appeared before Nidhogg at some point, his deep black eyes coldly fixed on the white dragon.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The End of the God of the End

"Yanan!?"

"teacher!?"

Scáthach and Artoria exclaimed in surprise at the same time, their eyes filled with obvious joy.

They could all see that the figure floating high in the sky was no longer a mental illusion, but a real person!

But how exactly did he escape from that alternate dimension?

As if she had thought of something, Artoria turned to Merlin: "How is it going on in the Kingdom of East Anglia?"

Merlin, who was still maintaining the magic array to delay the expansion of the Age of Gods, responded: "Ten minutes ago, Bedivere and his men had already conquered the Kingdom of East Anglia."

"Just as I thought..." Artoria murmured softly, then looked up at Anaen high in the sky.

Previously, she didn't understand why her teacher insisted that they conquer the Kingdom of East Anglia, but now it seems that this is probably closely related to her teacher's departure.

Although she wasn't quite sure of the underlying connection, Artoria felt a surge of genuine joy.

High in the sky, Yanan turned his head to look at the black dragon behind him and said softly, "Sorry I'm late. Leave the rest to me."

With a hint of softness in its black dragon eyes, Nidhogg nodded gently, flapped its wings, and landed on the ground.

Like Artoria and Scáthach, her magical energy was almost completely depleted, and there was no point in her staying here any longer.

The white dragon seemed to be frozen in place, staring blankly at the black-haired man in the distance, its golden dragon eyes filled with intense horror.

How could such a thing happen? Wasn't that guy already banished to another dimension?

Furthermore, he used the last bit of the Holy Grail's power to place a seal on it, making it impossible for even the most skilled magician of space magic to break the seal and bring him back!

What on earth is going on?!

"You seem quite surprised?" Yanan turned to look at the white dragon, which was nearly two thousand meters long. Its massive body stretched across the sky like an aircraft carrier, and a single scale was larger than the dragon itself. It exuded a heavy, oppressive aura.

Compared to the white dragon, Yanan's figure was as small as an ant, but even so, he remained calm and composed, arms crossed, and said indifferently, "Do you really think that other dimension can trap me for a lifetime?"