In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

A belief kept supporting her: if she couldn't even withstand such an enemy, how could she face the Lion King?

It was merely a dragon; her true enemy was the gods...

But no matter how firm her belief was, it couldn't change the fact that her body was nearing its limit. The intense heartbeat echoed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's ears like a rapid rock and roll song.

"If only I had exercised more often..." she thought to herself with a self-deprecating laugh.

But at that moment, a mysterious power suddenly surged from her body, injecting new vitality into her body which was on the verge of its limit.

At the same time, a cool sensation surged into her mind, sweeping away the pressure that had just accumulated, and her thoughts were even clearer than before.

How is this going?

Fujimaru Ritsuka was surprised for only a moment before she suddenly realized what was happening.

It's the five runes that Mr. Yanan left her before!

Fujimaru Ritsuka clearly remembered that these five primordial runes were used by Mr. Anaen to improve her physical abilities. Normally, her body would slowly absorb the power of the runes, but training could accelerate this process.

Could it be that because she directly resisted the dragon's might, the rune's absorption efficiency was increased?

This unexpected joy came so suddenly that Fujimaru Ritsuka completely forgot her previous frustration and couldn't help but smile broadly.

She was overjoyed, especially when she realized that her magical limits were slowly expanding.

The so-called limit of magical power is the total amount of magical power a magician can contain; in simpler terms, it's like a magician's mana bar.

The importance of magic to magicians is self-evident; the ability to contain more magic is itself a sign of power.

Unfortunately, this ability cannot be changed through training.

The size of a magician's limit depends primarily on the scale of their magic circuits. These circuits, like blood vessels, are distributed throughout a magician's body; they are innate organs that cannot be increased later in life.

Only those magic families with a long tradition of magic can use various secret methods to increase the number of magic circuits in a child before birth. Therefore, the more an ancient family a child is, the more magic circuits they will have and the greater their potential.

This is also a crucial factor contributing to the stubborn barriers within the magic world.

Of course, magicians are not entirely without options. Some rely on magical costumes to store magical energy, while others work on their own abilities.

It is said that some male magicians deliberately grow their hair long in order to store more magic power...

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not come from any ancient family, nor was she a genius; the quality of her magic circuits was rather average.

The magical energy she usually supplies to the Heroic Spirits mostly relies on the support of Chaldea and Command Seals; otherwise, with her pitiful magical energy reserves, the Heroic Spirits would probably have a hard time even maintaining their physical forms.

And now, she has discovered that the limits of her magic are expanding. Although the process is slow, this change alone is enough to make her ecstatic.

Moreover, it wasn't just her magical limits; all her physical attributes, including endurance, strength, and speed, were slowly improving.

At the same time, her mental strength is also changing, and the oppressive feeling that the dragon's might brings her is gradually decreasing.

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was having a silly laugh, her vision suddenly went black, and a figure stood in front of her. Then, the terrible pressure that had been pressing down on her vanished instantly.

"Senior, please rest assured! As long as I'm here, you will definitely be safe!" Holding the shield that emitted a hazy glow, Mash's face was full of determination.

With the pressure gone and the runes ceasing to release their power, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had just tasted success, became anxious and shouted, "Mash, get out of the way!"

Mashu: ? ? ?

Seeing Mashu's eyes filled with grievance and confusion, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but stomp her foot and run directly in front of Mashu to receive the baptism of the dragon's might once again.

Looking at her senior, who was so heavy she couldn't even straighten her back but still looked like she was enjoying it, Mashu's eyes showed deep confusion.

When you get back, you should have the doctor examine your senior's brain...

The little incident that happened here did not attract Melusin's attention, or rather, she simply did not care about these mortals.

Her goal, from beginning to end, has always been Yanan.

Feeling the terrifying pressure emanating from all around, as if it were about to crush him to the ground, Yanan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The opponent could have chosen a more direct offensive approach, but instead opted for the Dragon's Might Suppression, a move that is not very harmful but extremely humiliating.

Looking at the black dragon that exuded nobility and elegance, Anan was somewhat puzzled. The dragon had been so decisive and ruthless before, so why had it suddenly changed like this?

He shook his head, too lazy to think about these meaningless trifles. Whatever the other party's true intentions, he just needed to accept it.

Taking a deep breath, Yanan suddenly unleashed an incredibly powerful aura, surging outwards like a raging ocean.

A series of popping sounds, like popping beans, came from his body. His body suddenly grew taller, and dark lines filled with the aura of death gradually covered his skin. His black hair stretched out and reached his waist in the blink of an eye. His eyes, which were already pitch black, became even more deep and dark, like an abyss with no end in sight, as if they wanted to swallow all the souls that watched him.

Two large bulges suddenly appeared on his back, followed by a sound like tearing cloth. The bulges were torn apart instantly, and in the midst of a cloud of blood mist, a pair of three-meter-long black bone wings unfurled on his back, as ferocious as a demon, yet as beautiful as an angel.

His heart pounded like a war drum, and immense magical power surged into his limbs and bones, providing his powerful body with an inexhaustible source of energy.

Noble Phantasm: Black Dragon Body

Grade: A~A++

Effect: Awakens the Nidhogg bloodline within, greatly increasing the user's attributes. Each attack will inflict a certain amount of instant death. When this Noble Phantasm is activated, the user's attribute will be forcibly changed to Evil, Luck will drop to C, and the inherent skill [Savior] will be disabled.

Clenching his fist and feeling the terrifying power flowing through his body, Yanan looked up at the black dragon above and grinned:

“I told you, you’re not the only dragon here.”

Melusin stared intently at Anan, her dark dragon eyes blazing with fury.

If she had previously regarded the other party as an arrogant insect falcon, now she regarded it as an irreconcilable enemy!

As the first and last dragon, Albion rarely interacted with other dragons, but he valued his clan more than anyone else, which was his pride all along.

Therefore, what she could not tolerate the most were those thieves who stole the dragon's power!

This guy in front of me not only stole the dragon's power, but also dared to integrate the noble dragon bloodline into his own body.

Absolutely unforgivable!!

Chapter Twenty-Two: Nidhogg vs. Albion 2

"Roar--!!!"

The jet-black dragon roared to the sky, its voice no longer as loud as before, but rather deeper and more resonant, its lantern-sized eyes flashing with furious light.

Dark, heavy clouds gathered from all directions, pressing down on the sky and shrouding the earth in darkness in an instant.

Thump thump thump—! ! !

Thunderous roars, like the beating of drums, echoed continuously, with occasional flashes of lightning seeping through the clouds. The dragon of Albion stood high in the sky, like a god looking down upon the mortal world.

Completely enraged, the dragon Albion unleashed its power without restraint, demonstrating to the world the majesty of the first dragon.

The pressure on everyone was several times heavier than before. Some elderly people with weaker constitutions had completely collapsed to the ground, breathing rapidly, covered in sweat, and looking extremely painful.

If this continues, they might even be crushed to death or scared to death!

Mashu, standing to the side, looked slightly grave; she knew she couldn't watch any longer.

She took a deep breath, held the shield in front of her, and prepared to unleash her Noble Phantasm.

However, at that moment, her body trembled slightly, and a strange spiritual power suddenly surged into her mind.

“Repeat after me.” A strange yet calm male voice suddenly echoed in her ear.

"This is......"

A flicker of surprise crossed Mashu's eyes, then, as if she understood something, she followed the voice without hesitation and recited:

"That is our homeland, capable of healing all wounds and all resentment. Reveal yourself, Lord Camelot, the distant and ideal city!"

The moment the words fell, the black shield suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, like a rising sun, completely illuminating this dark world.

Rumble! ...

Before everyone's stunned gaze, the earth suddenly trembled violently, as if a dragon were turning over. Then, towering city walls rose from the ground, quickly forming a magnificent chalk city!

The villagers and soldiers were in the very center of the city, and they felt a sense of relief. The terrifying pressure that had previously made them unable to move even a finger had vanished.

Each wall of this chalk city is nearly ten meters high, as ancient and solemn as a silent giant. The surface of the walls emits a hazy pure white light, revealing an indescribable holiness, as if it would stand firm even if the world were to end.

The shield's brilliance gradually faded, and Mash, who was guarding the gate of the Chalk City, slowly exhaled a long breath. Looking at the surrounding Chalk City walls, she felt an overwhelming sense of excitement!

Just then, that voice rang in her mind again:

"This treasure can help you resist all forms of attack. As long as your heart does not yield, this city will never collapse."

"Use this power well, my successor. I do not wish to see the light of chalk dimmed in your hands one day."

As soon as she finished speaking, that inexplicable spiritual power dissipated from Mashu's mind.

"Galahad-senpai..." Mashu's mood sombered slightly. She knew that this was the last mark Galahad left on her, and they probably wouldn't have the chance to meet again.

She didn't even have a chance to say thank you...

However, Mashu quickly rallied and said with a determined expression, "Please rest assured, Galahad-senpai, I will not let down the power you have given me. I will definitely work with you to save humanity!"

However, what Mashu didn't know was that her beloved senior was looking at the towering city walls around her with despair on his face.

"Mash, let me out of here!!!"

Almost at the same moment Mashu unleashed her Noble Phantasm, the Lion King, seated at the edge of the world, suddenly twitched his finger slightly, his holy blue eyes slowly opening, revealing a hint of doubt.

"This feeling is..."

In just over ten seconds, a chalk city suddenly appeared. The huge commotion even drew the attention of Melusin, who had previously paid no attention to these humans.

Looking at the tall city wall made of chalk stones, a few doubts arose in her mind.

"Isn't that... the Wailing Wall?"

However, she quickly put the matter out of her mind. Whether it was the Wailing Wall or not, it wouldn't affect her. After all, the city couldn't possibly fly up into the sky and smash her down.

"【The ideal city that is now far away】.......Congratulations, Mashu, you finally did it."

A slight smile appeared on Yanan's lips as he looked at the magnificent chalk city.

However, this smile was incredibly irritating to Melusin. To her, this nonchalant attitude was nothing short of a provocation and mockery!

A chilling killing intent and boiling rage stimulated Melusin's nerves. She suddenly flapped her wings, and with a deafening roar, a bolt of lightning as thick as an arm shot out from the clouds, its dazzling light illuminating the dark world, and fell towards Anan like divine punishment.

"Good timing!"

With a long howl, Yanan retreated instead of advancing, and his black bone wings suddenly flapped, shooting straight into the sky like a black lightning bolt!

In the blink of an eye, the two collided. Yanan clenched his fist, and the muscles on his arm, covered in black scales, bulged like stones as he smashed it down towards the lightning that was falling from the sky!

boom! !