In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Yanan thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was indeed something that guy could do.

A mysterious power flowed into Anahn's body through the Sword in the Stone, and Anahn instinctively used his prepared corrosive power to devour it completely.

This must be the curse that "froze the body in the moment of pulling the sword from the stone."

Without this curse, Lily should be able to grow up normally.

As Yanan pondered, a clear, crisp sound suddenly reached his ears, a sound that only he could hear.

[Task 2: On the day of the king's selection, pull the sword from the stone. Completed]

[Quest Reward: Eighth Divine Key - Key of the Mind - Feather Crossing the Dust, already issued]

[New task detected]

[Mission 3: Annihilate the Kingdom of Ghana within one year]

[Quest Reward: The Tenth Divine Key - The Key of Domination - Xuanyuan Sword]

The Tenth Key of God… Anan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"This...this..."

Cantreber was so startled by this sudden change that he ripped off his beard.

But he seemed oblivious, staring dumbfounded at the sword in the stone in Anaen's hand.

What exactly happened?

Before he could figure out the answer to the question, a roar like a tsunami suddenly erupted in his ears.

"Annan! Anan! Anan!"

Everyone went crazy. Many people wept with joy, and some even knelt on the ground, praying devoutly.

After fifteen years, someone has finally pulled the sword out of the stone!

Camelot has finally welcomed his chosen king!

Its name is—Anan!

The knights silently removed their helmets, knelt on one knee, and offered their loyalty to the figure on the mountaintop.

No cooperation or prior discussion was needed; everyone understood what to do at that moment.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Kai knelt down, and Artoria knelt down as well.

"I'm not a knight, why should I kneel?"

Yulina muttered to herself, but still obediently knelt down.

Hector sighed and knelt on one knee.

He knew that from this day forward, the era of King Uther was completely over.

From this day forward, the era of the new king begins!

"My king!"

The shouts of thousands of knights were like thunderclaps, as if the whole world was trembling!

No one can remain calm in this situation, and Yanan is no exception.

He felt his heart trembling, and a scorching flame burning within him.

Only at this moment did he finally understand why so many people wanted to become king.

This feeling of being admired by thousands is something that no material enjoyment can bring.

The wine of power is truly intoxicating.

Yanan took a deep breath and, with the help of the Feather of Dust he had just obtained, suppressed the ever-growing desire in his heart. His turbid eyes gradually regained their clarity.

It seems my mental state still needs improvement.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly and looked at the archbishop beside him.

“Bishop of Cantreber, I have pulled the sword from the stone. According to prophecy, I shall henceforth be the new king of Camelot. Is that right?”

Cantreber's eyes were filled with complex emotions, but for some reason, he felt a sense of relief.

“That’s right, from today onwards, you are the new king of Camelot.” He nodded.

Yanan smiled and was about to open his mouth to say "thank you" when he suddenly heard a dragon's roar.

Dragon's Roar?

He was stunned for a moment, and then, endless darkness overwhelmed his vision like a tide.

……

……

There is no passage of time, no existence of space, this is...

[Does not exist in the real world].

Yanan stood on a desolate hill, gazing into the distance.

There is a tree there.

A tree that seems to have no end.

The endless canopy stretches towards the endless sky, like a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.

From that tree, Yanan felt a life force he had never seen before, a force that defied description.

It's as if it wasn't [life] that gave birth to it, but rather it... that conceived [life].

Anan's gaze shifted slightly downwards, and at the base of this vibrant tree lay only darkness.

No, that wasn't darkness, it was [dead silence].

Having lost its vitality and fallen into decay, this is [dead silence].

It is hard to imagine that the tree of life that supports the world is in a state of utter desolation at its most important roots.

This is certainly not a normal phenomenon.

A massive, all-encompassing shadow fell from the sky, and Yanan looked up to meet a pair of cold, black dragon eyes.

"You despicable human who stole my power, remember my name well before you die."

"I am the despairing dragon that devours the world, my name is—"

"Nidhogg!"

Chapter Thirty-Three: Creating Gods

Nidhogg.

In Norse mythology, a black dragon named after "despair".

Legend has it that it has been entrenched at the base of the World Tree for many years, gnawing on its roots.

When the roots are eaten away, the World Tree decays, and Ragnarok will come.

At that time, it will flap its wings, carrying corpses across the battlefield, announcing the arrival of the end times.

But after that, no one knows where it went.

Some say it was the embodiment of the apocalypse and disappeared after Ragnarok. Others say it did not die but hid in the inner sea of ​​stars due to the decline of the Age of Gods. Still others say it offended a powerful being and was sealed in an unknown place.

There are various opinions, and they are too numerous to mention.

And now, this black dragon, a symbol of despair, has actually appeared before Anan.

"You say I stole your power, what do you mean by that?" Yanan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had no recollection of ever having any connection with Nidhogg.

Wings that blot out the sky stretch to the horizon; a body cast in molten iron, ancient and austere, ferocious as a demon, yet beautiful as an angel.

This is the despairing dragon that brought about the end of the world.

"A despicable thief stole my power, intending to use it to destroy the white dragon that gathered the last power of the Age of Gods." The huge mouth opened and closed, and every word it uttered seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, making it hard to breathe. "And you are the weapon that despicable thief created using my power."

Yanan frowned slightly: "Can you be more specific? This is so ambiguous, are you playing riddles with me? Would it kill you to say a few more words?"

"..."

Nidhogg was silent for a moment, then a brilliant light suddenly shone in his dark vertical pupils.

Anan stood still, letting the light engulf him.

……

……

Is it really okay to do this?

A middle-aged man wearing a crown, holding a scepter, and with a cloak draped over his back stood in the magnificent main hall, a complex look in his eyes.

"Oh, don't look so troubled. I had a hard time stealing this from [that] place." The white-haired young man holding the cherry wood staff had a warm smile on his face, as refreshing as a spring breeze.

Merlin, Yuther… Yanan stood in the corner, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Sir Hector had a portrait of King Uther hanging in his study, so he naturally recognized the middle-aged man with the crown.

He touched the pillar next to him and then reached his hand straight through it.

A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes as he continued to watch quietly.

"You know very well, don't you, Uther? Vortigern is about to become the [ultimate god]. If we can't find someone to rival him, the fall of Camelot is only a matter of time." Merlin laughed nonchalantly. "But now, apart from Britain, the divine power of the rest of the world has vanished. Those gods have either died or left. Now, apart from that white dragon, there are no other gods to be found."

"Therefore...we need to create our own gods!"

Merlin flicked his wrist, and a palm-sized black scale appeared in his hand.

As soon as the scales appeared, a terrifying power of death spread out, and the magnificent main hall instantly became as eerie and ghostly as a ghostly realm.

King Uther frowned slightly, the crown on his head emitting a hazy, star-like glow that kept the power of death at bay.