In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"It seems your emotions are still a bit unstable." Merlin sat on the edge of the bed, completely ignoring the black bone spurs, his expression remaining calm and indifferent.

“Grand Preceptor…” Tristan’s face showed a moment of confusion. She subconsciously looked around and found that she was in her own room.

"You're so agitated right after waking up. It seems that the outsider left you with a deep psychological scar," Merlin said calmly.

Upon hearing the words "outsider," Tristan shuddered, his past memories flooding back, and a strong sense of fear welled up in his eyes.

She quickly looked down and discovered that she had no injuries whatsoever; all the gruesome wounds from before had vanished without a trace.

"No need to look, I've already healed all your wounds," Merlin said calmly. "You were seriously injured this time; it took the blood of five hundred people to finally heal you."

Tristan breathed a long sigh of relief and said gratefully, "Thank you, Grand Preceptor!"

"Don't thank me yet, there's a price to pay," Merlin continued. "Five hundred doses of blood will require ten Chosen Ones as compensation. Do you have any objections?"

Ten chosen ones...

Tristan looked somewhat troubled. Chosen Ones were already hard to find, let alone now that everyone was avoiding them. Collecting ten of them would be extremely difficult.

She was about to try and bargain when she looked up and saw those calm, unwavering purple eyes.

Her body trembled slightly, then she respectfully lowered her head and said, "I understand."

Merlin nodded silently and got up to leave.

Watching the other person's departing figure, Tristan's eyes flickered slightly. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Wait a minute, Grand Preceptor!"

Merlin stopped and turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Tristan swallowed hard. "I'd like to ask... how is the outsider doing now?"

"What, do you want to seek revenge on him?" Merlin said calmly.

Tristan instinctively shrank back. She was already traumatized by that outsider, so how could she possibly dare to cause him any more trouble?

She was just a little scared; what if she got caught again while on a mission...?

Seemingly sensing her thoughts, Merlin said in an unchanged tone, "Don't worry, I've already arranged for people to deal with him. If I'm not mistaken, they should be fighting by now."

“But that outsider is very strong…” Tristan whispered.

“Of course I know he’s strong,” Merlin said. “So I sent out my strongest warriors.”

“The strongest warrior…” Tristan pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked, “Could it be that you sent Lancelot over there?”

"Besides her, who else can be called the strongest?" Merlin asked.

Thinking of the little girl who always wore a mask and spoke in a cold tone, Tristan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She was quite confident in her opponent's strength; she had easily defeated the Servants who had previously attempted to rebel against Camelot.

But the thought of that terrifying black-haired man instantly shattered Tristan's confidence by more than half. That guy was on a completely different level from the previous Servants...

“My Lord, have you considered…” Tristan asked cautiously, “What if even Lancelot isn’t a match for that guy?”

"Heh." Merlin couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if he had heard something ridiculous. "Tristan, do you really think that what Lancelot shows you is her full strength?"

Seeing the confusion and bewilderment on Tristan's face, Merlin shook his head and said, "So far, Lancelot has shown you less than half of her full strength."

“This is impossible!” Tristan exclaimed.

She couldn't believe that Lancelot, who had so easily defeated her and Gawain, was hiding so much power.

“You simply don’t understand why I made her Lancelot, why I made her the head of the Round Table.”

Merlin looked at the murals on the wall, her voice as soft as a wind chime.

"Because until now, none of you have seen Lancelot's true form."

"Nor have I ever witnessed that earth-shaking power."

......

.....

Just as the abyss was about to fall, a strong sense of crisis suddenly crept up Yanan's spine and down to his neck. An indescribable chill felt like a knife pressed against his heart, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.

He didn't have time to think about where this crisis came from, and decisively withdrew.

boom!

A tremendous force suddenly struck, shattering the silver armor instantly. Although Yanan reacted quickly enough, he still couldn't escape the attack and was smashed from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Mr. Yanan!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu couldn't help but gasp in surprise, and a considerable commotion arose in the crowd.

Yanan climbed out of the pit, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked up at the sky.

Although he couldn't dodge it, he was on guard and could still clearly see what attacked him.

No wonder, no wonder that guy is so fast, no wonder her physical abilities are so high.

I never expected her true form to be...

High in the sky, Melusin, who had been firmly suppressed by the Star of Eden, had regained her freedom at some point. She looked down at Anaen below with cold and indifferent eyes.

Behind her, a pair of jet-black wings slowly unfurled, and a thick tail covered in jet-black scales swayed gently, exuding a terrifying power that anyone could sense.

“A dragon.” Anan stared directly at Melusin, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Your true form is a dragon.”

Dragons are mythical creatures that truly occupy the pinnacle of fantasy species. Legend has it that in the distant mythological era, this world was jointly ruled by the gods and dragons. Some ancient texts clearly record that almost every pure-blooded dragon possesses power no less than that of a Grand Heroic Spirit.

Anan is naturally familiar with dragons, as the blood of Nidhogg, the dragon of despair, flows through his veins.

But he never expected that this seemingly petite girl was actually a giant dragon.

“I don’t know how long it has been since I’ve shown myself in this form.” Melusin looked coldly at Anan. “Witness this power, mortal. I will show you what true greatness is.”

A burst of intense black light, so intense it was impossible to look directly at, suddenly emanated from Melusin's body, expanding in the blink of an eye to a range of nearly a hundred meters. From a distance, it looked like a black sun hanging in the sky.

"Oh my god, what is that...?"

The crowd couldn't help but gasp, and Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu's expressions also turned serious.

"Wait, what's going on? How can there be such a strong magical fluctuation? Ritsuka...you guys...you must...be careful..."

The virtual screen dimmed as the powerful magnetic field generated by the overwhelming magic severed their connection with Chaldea.

"Senior, look!!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked in the direction Mashu was pointing, her gaze gradually becoming vacant.

"How could that be? That's...!"

The black light slowly contracted, and what finally appeared before everyone was no longer a little girl, but a black dragon tens of meters long!

Unlike typical dragons, this black dragon is not bulky; its streamlined body exudes elegance and nobility.

Its body is engraved with various runes, including primordial runes, rune runes, divine runes, fairy runes... These powerful magical runes emit a hazy glow and exude an ancient charm, as if each rune carries a distant history.

No one expected that a giant dragon would suddenly appear on this battlefield.

Looking at that divine body, everyone, whether villagers or soldiers, couldn't help but tremble, and some even almost knelt down.

This is mixed with fear, but it also stems from suppression at the level of life itself.

Warriors who have faced dragons before describe this oppressive power as the innate majesty of the dragon race, also known as dragon might.

The life forms of humans are worlds apart from those of dragons.

Even in that era when mystery had not yet faded, even the proud gods could only treat true pure-blooded dragons with courtesy.

Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka were the only two people who could barely resist the dragon's might, but that didn't mean they were under less pressure than the others.

On the contrary, it was precisely because they knew more than others that they understood just how terrifying this legendary creature truly was.

Faced with such an enemy... does Mr. Yanan really have a chance of winning?

They looked at Yanan with concern, only to find that his expression remained calm.

"You don't really think you're the only dragon here, do you?"

Chapter Twenty-One: Nidhogg vs. Albion

High above, in the vast sky, Melusin, now in her true dragon form, coldly gazed down at Anan. The midday sun shone upon her elegant and noble body, adding to her indescribable divinity.

This is the first time she has shown her true form in battle since Merlin gave her a physical form.

To have witnessed such a noble figure, this guy could die without regrets.

After transforming into a dragon, Melusin's mindset also underwent a subtle change.

Although she was not the true dragon of Albion, but merely a part of its body left behind before its death, the thoughts and mentality accumulated over countless years, which overlooked the past and present, still had a significant impact on her.

Albion was the first pure-blooded dragon to be born in the world, and also the last dragon of the Age of Gods. He witnessed the birth of the world, the rise of the gods, and watched them decline.

Unlike his flamboyant compatriots, Albion always stayed alone in a corner of the world, quietly observing the changes in the world, indifferent to everything.

This detached mindset is also why Melusin doesn't like to communicate with others. Whether in terms of experience or life level, the gap between others and her is too great, and they have absolutely no common language.

It is based on this mindset that, although Melusin is indifferent to humans, she doesn't necessarily hate them, because she treats all races equally; they are all pretty much the same...

As the first and final dragon, she was entitled to look down upon all beings in the world. Even in the distant age of gods, the gods trembled in fear before her.

However, things seem to have taken an unexpected turn.

Melusin's enormous dragon eyes looked down at Anaen. She could vaguely see that he seemed to be saying something, but because of the distance, she couldn't hear clearly.

But that's not important. What's important is that she didn't see any fear on that face; instead, she saw only calmness.

This made her somewhat dissatisfied, and even more angry.

This comes from the mark left on her by the dragon Albion. Even in ancient times, few dared to treat Him in this way.

He's just a mere human, he's utterly ignorant of his own limitations!

In an instant, the dragon Albion made up his mind that he would punish the one who dared to offend him!

"hold head high--!!!!"

The black dragon raised its slender neck, and a loud roar resounded through the sky. Its immense power crashed down with the roar, and many soldiers and villagers immediately knelt down, covered in cold sweat and trembling with fear.

Fujimaru Ritsuka clutched her chest, her face contorted in discomfort. Unwilling to submit to such overwhelming power, she chose to resist forcefully, which resulted in even more severe suppression. It felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Large beads of cold sweat kept sliding down her forehead. Her knees bent little by little, but she stubbornly refused to kneel down.