In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“Ah, thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have almost forgotten,” Yanan said calmly. “Later I will remember to leave someone behind to go back and tell your king that I am very satisfied with his hospitality, and as a return gift, I will personally cut off his head.”

“Hmph, what arrogance,” Tristan sneered. “You know nothing of the King’s power; you have no chance of ever standing before Him.”

Anan was too lazy to argue with the other party about this matter, and turned to the village chief: "Stay here and don't wander around. The exit has been surrounded by their people."

He could clearly sense that dozens of brainwave signals were converging on the canyon exit location mentioned by the village chief.

It was obvious that the other side had no intention of letting anyone escape.

The village chief hesitated, "But there are so many people on the other side..."

Besides Tristan, there were dozens of other righteous knights eyeing them menacingly.

“It’s alright.” Yanan’s gaze swept over the righteous knights, his tone unchanged.

"They're just a bunch of worthless mortgages."

Chapter Seven: Heroic Soldiers VS. Purifier Knights 2K

Upon hearing Yanan's words, Tristan's face darkened to the point of being almost dripping with gloom.

This was the first time she had ever been looked down upon like this.

She reached out and beckoned, and the severed arm that had fallen to the ground flew up on its own and landed in her hand.

She pressed her arm against the severed area, and a faint, bloody light flashed as the hand miraculously reattached itself.

Seeing this, Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Although the Jizo-sama in his hand was not the genuine article, it was still filled with a considerable amount of negative power. Any enemy injured by this weapon would be corroded by this negative power, and even a wound the size of a fingernail could cause unbearable pain.

However, Tristan not only felt nothing, but was even able to reattach his arm despite the corrosive effects of these negative forces.

To be honest, this was quite unexpected for Yanan.

At the same time, he became increasingly curious about the origins of this gender-swapped Tristan.

Tristan stretched his arms, turned to Yanan, and said coldly, "I admit you do have some strength, but this isn't a place where you can run wild."

A cold smile crept across his lips, and Tristan waved his hand: "Go!"

ta ta ta ......

The Knights of the Order, with their perfectly synchronized steps, charged toward the villagers like an overwhelming tide.

Tristan watched coldly, a hint of cruelty in his crimson eyes.

She knew she was no match for Yanan, but the villagers were just ordinary people with no strength to fight back against these righteous knights.

Even if that guy is incredibly fast, he can't possibly defend against so many Chastity Knights at the same time.

You like to boast, don't you? Well then, I'll slaughter all these villagers right in front of you!

Yanan stared coldly at Tristan, who was clearly blinded by rage, having completely forgotten his mission and even intending to risk the lives of these purgatory knights in a fight to the death.

As the righteous knights approached step by step, fear crept onto the villagers' faces, and bloody memories of the past flooded back into their minds.

"Don't be afraid!" Moen suppressed his fear and growled, "We have plenty of people on our side. Even if each of us takes a bite, we can still gnaw these guys' metal plates off!"

“It’s no use. They’re wearing armor blessed by magic. Even if you gnaw your teeth to pieces, it won’t affect them.” Yanan shook his head and took a step forward. “Let me handle this.”

"You're not the only ones who know how to use sheer numbers."

A powerful surge of magical energy erupted from Anahn, drawing countless magical particles together. Suddenly, a dazzling light burst forth from Anahn, blinding everyone.

As the light gradually faded, the villagers opened their eyes and were surprised to find that more than a dozen fully armed soldiers had stood up around them at some unknown time.

These soldiers emanated obvious magical energy fluctuations from their entire bodies; they were all heroic spirits!

Tristan's gaze swept over the weapons in the soldiers' hands, and his lips twitched slightly.

Moreover, they are all Heroic Spirits with Noble Phantasms...

A++ Rank Anti-Military Noble Phantasm - [The Knights Who Slay Gods]!

But it's not over yet.

Anan raised his hand again, and the surrounding scenery changed in an instant. Towering trees, as thick as several people could hug, rose from the ground, waterfalls flowed down the mountainside, and a huge two-legged dragon soared in the air, emitting awe-inspiring roars.

This sudden change startled everyone, and the Knights of the Righteousness instinctively raised their shields and assumed a defensive stance.

Tristan raised his arm and pointed, a crimson light bursting from his fingertips and passing through the middle of a two-legged dragon.

“Hallucination…” She frowned slightly.

Just as she was wondering what the point was of the other party creating such a useless illusion, she suddenly noticed that the aura of the other party's heroic soldiers had instantly increased, and the magical fluctuations on their bodies had become even stronger.

A-Rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm - [Knight's Proof]!

Conversely, within the coverage area of ​​[Knight's Proof], all units judged as friendly by Anan will have all their attributes increased by one level!

In an instant, the strength and speed of these heroic soldiers were greatly enhanced, and with the Noble Phantasms in their hands, their combat power was no less than that of the opposing Righteous Knights!

Tristan, who witnessed the process firsthand, was completely dumbfounded.

She had never heard of such a thing before. It was one thing to be strong personally, but to be able to summon heroic spirit soldiers and even enhance her own soldiers!

Although Wang had already warned them that the outsiders were very strong, this was still going too far!

This guy is already way stronger than a Heroic Spirit!

Where the hell did this monster come from?!

A strong sense of regret welled up in her heart. If she had known that the other party was so powerful, she shouldn't have come alone.

"Go! Leave no one alive."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The heroic soldiers turned around, their bodies brimming with fierce fighting spirit. They let out a low roar in unison and pounced on the righteous knights like lions.

The two sides clashed instantly, and the clanging of metal against metal filled the air. As if they had met their mortal enemy, they unleashed a barrage of ruthless attacks.

The strength of the Knights of the Righteousness largely comes from the magically blessed armor they wear. This armor is extremely defensive, and ordinary swords cannot even leave a mark on it.

However, the Heroic Spirits soldiers were not wielding ordinary weapons, but genuine Noble Phantasms.

These Noble Phantasms are based on the Key of Domination that Anaen once bestowed upon the Knights of the Order. Since these soldiers were summoned, the power of the Noble Phantasms was greatly reduced.

But no matter what, a Noble Phantasm is still a Noble Phantasm. Even the weakest Noble Phantasm is still a super weapon that transcends the mundane sense.

Faced with the Noble Phantasm, the armor that the Knights of the Righteousness were so proud of was completely vulnerable and was soon torn to shreds.

In addition, the heroic soldiers were fearless and quickly drove the righteous knights into a retreat.

As time went on, the Knights of the Righteousness' defeat became increasingly apparent.

This was a battle between spear and shield, but unfortunately, in the end, the spear prevailed.

Seeing that the defeat was irreversible, Tristan gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran back the way he came.

She knew very well that once these righteous knights fell, she would be next.

The previous battle had proven that she was no match for that man at all, and if she didn't escape now, she would have no chance at all.

Tristan felt a surge of intense shame and resentment; this was the first time she had been forced to run away.

But it doesn't matter. Next time, when she gathers the other Knights of the Round Table, she will make sure this guy dies a horrible death!

However, at that moment, a calm voice echoed in her ears:

Did I say I let you leave?

Chapter 8 Tristan's Defeat of the 3K

Upon hearing the voice, Tristan instantly felt a chill run down his spine, and his speed increased again, like a streak of blood rushing towards the outside world.

However, as soon as she rounded the bend, she saw the man standing not far ahead, staring at her with indifferent eyes.

Tristan's expression changed, and without hesitation, he changed direction and ran towards another road.

The terrain of this canyon is very complex, and Tristan had never been here before and was not familiar with the road conditions.

But all she could think about now was getting away from that nightmarish man. She didn't care where she ran, as long as she could escape him.

However, when she turned another corner, she saw Yanan sitting in front of a boulder, calmly watching her.

Her expression changed slightly, but without pausing, she retraced her steps, searching for another route.

However, no matter where she ran, she would always see that man waiting for her ahead, like a nightmare she could never shake off.

After struggling for a full half hour, Tristan finally realized in despair that she had no way to shake off this man.

This guy is determined to keep her here.

"The feeling of being chased to the point of having nowhere to run or hide must be terrible."

Looking at the panting girl in front of him, Yanan felt no pity whatsoever. No matter how sweet and lovely she was, she was utterly filthy and ugly in his eyes.

"Bullying the weak, disregarding life, selfish, cruel and vicious... I see no trace of the virtues of a knight in you. Your heart is far more filthy than your appearance. To make someone like you a Knight of the Round Table is a complete insult to the Round Table."

Tristan, panting heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "Who do you think you are! You think you can do whatever you want with me? What right do you have to tell me what to do?"

“Who I am is not important. What matters is that I am stronger than you, so I can do anything to you—just like you did to those commoners.” Yanan picked up the Jizo Soul and walked towards his opponent step by step. “The strong survive, the weak are eliminated, isn’t that your law of survival?”

“You have no idea what we’re doing! Everything we do is for the future of humanity, the future of the world!” Tristan screamed.

"No need for such high-sounding words. Whatever the future may hold, it should never be at the expense of the present—your king is too arrogant."

The black flames spread along the blade, but instead of bringing intense heat, they brought a bone-chilling cold, as if death were whispering in one's ear, ready to reap life at any moment.

Tristan swallowed hard and involuntarily took a step back: "Even if you kill me, it won't matter. The king's will is unstoppable. Everything you do is in vain!"

“No, at the very least, it will give an explanation to those you have harmed.” Anan paused, then continued, “As for your king… I will personally correct His mistakes.”

Tristan suddenly let out a shriek, and several black bone spikes flew out from behind her. The tips of each spike were blood-red, and their power was significantly greater than before.

Yanan's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand and brought down his blade. A black arc of light flashed through the air, like a black full moon.

Tristan's eyes blurred, and before he could even see the other's movements, all the bone spikes were instantly severed and fell to the ground.

For Anan, who possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, such an attack is nothing more than a piece of cake.

No, the difference in strength is too great... Tristan's face was ashen, his understanding of his opponent's power deepened once again.