In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

The power of thunder burst forth in an instant, like a blooming firework. Crackling bolts of electricity constantly danced across Yanan's body. The intense heat and terrifying magnetic field were enough to melt steel in an instant, but they could not shake Yanan's body!

A wisp of blue smoke rose from the back of his fist. Looking at the shattered scales and the charred flesh below, Anan's expression remained unchanged. He mobilized the creative power of the Black Abyss White Flower, and a flash of pure white light instantly healed all his injuries.

With Black Abyss White Flower around, he can recover as long as he doesn't die instantly.

He stretched his arms slightly, looked up at the jet-black dragon above, and a slightly mocking smile appeared on his lips:

"Is this all the strength you have?"

Upon hearing this, Albion, already on the verge of madness, was completely consumed by overwhelming rage. His furious roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and dozens of lightning bolts, identical to those before, struck down, creating a deafening roar that seemed to shake the entire world.

At this moment, Albion's dragon had only one thought in its mind: it had to kill this guy, even if it meant chasing him to the ends of the earth!

Seeing this apocalyptic scene, Mashu couldn't help but swallow hard. She wasn't sure if she could withstand the lightning if it was aimed at the City of Chalk.

As Yanan looked at the dense lightning bolts that intertwined and seemed to be enveloping him like a giant net, a madness flashed in his dark eyes. He flapped his bone wings and continued to fly upwards.

"Mr. Yanan!!" Mashu couldn't help but scream. The power of just one bolt of lightning was terrifying, and now dozens of bolts were descending!

They actually dared to rush forward! Aren't they just courting death?!

However, the scene Mashu imagined did not happen. Instead of confronting the lightning head-on, Yanan used his swift speed to weave through it, rapidly approaching the dark dragon.

"Foolish! He's just a bastard with some dragon blood, does he think he can stand up to a real dragon?"

A hint of mockery and coldness flashed in Albion's eyes. Its wings suddenly flapped, and its massive body crashed towards Ananon like a black meteor.

True pure-blooded dragons are never afraid of any melee combat, because their bodies are the most powerful weapons in the world!

Anyone who dares to challenge them will be mercilessly crushed into pieces!

Two black figures, one large and one small, approached each other at an extremely fast speed. Almost instantly, like Mars colliding with Earth, the two collided!

"Stop right there!"

Anan's waist-length hair danced wildly in the gale, his eyes flashing with extreme madness as he swung his fist to collide with the oncoming black dragon claw.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar like the sound of a morning bell, a visible shockwave spread in all directions. The Albion Dragon, as unstoppable as a god, seemed to have crashed into a mountain, and its massive body was actually stopped!

Mashu was completely dumbfounded. A human actually withstood the impact of a giant dragon head-on. This scene was simply too visually shocking!

Albion's eyes were filled with intense disbelief. He never imagined that a human, who was nothing more than an ant compared to him, could actually block his attack.

Just how high is this guy's dragon bloodline...?

"cough......"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. Anan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, mobilized his creative power to repair his broken arm, and raised his head to smile:

"It seems that, in terms of pure strength, you're not much stronger than me."

"Now that your attack is over, it's my turn."

Before Albion could react, Anarn instantly mobilized the power of the Thousand Worlds One Vehicle, flashed above the dragon's head, and delivered a merciless punch!

Boom!

Another heavy thud followed, and the dragon Albion's body swayed, clearly feeling dizzy from the impact.

"It's not over yet."

With its superior mobility and physical advantages, Yanan moved freely throughout the body of the Albion Dragon, attacking every part of its body without restraint.

He believed that no matter how tough Albion's dragon was, it absolutely could not withstand this level of attack.

Sure enough, after the initial impotent rage, the intense pain became unbearable even for the dragon Albion.

"hold head high......."

Hearing the mournful cry of the pitch-black dragon, Mashu's face had become completely numb.

This was the first time she had ever seen a Heroic Spirit capable of defeating a giant dragon...

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Emperor – Nero Claudius

The Holy Roman Empire was founded on the mountainside of an unnamed mountain, a place with a relatively rugged terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Although it was called an empire, it was actually just a town covering less than ten square kilometers. It was only because of the insistence of a certain "tyrant" that people gradually got used to this name.

The town is home to nearly 10,000 people. Apart from a small number of natives, most of the rest are migrants who were forced to abandon their homeland and wander here due to Camelot's pursuit.

Life in the town is not exactly pleasant, since everyone, from seven- or eight-year-old children to fifty- or sixty-year-old seniors, has to do some work every day to earn the necessities of life.

But in today's world, having a place that guarantees safety and a worry-free life is already a paradise for many people's dreams.

At the very top of the Holy Roman Empire stood a two-story duplex building, which served as the emperor's palace. The upper floor was the emperor's bedroom, while the lower floor was his office, where he usually drafted decrees and handled affairs.

Sometimes, when the emperor was in a good mood, he would turn his office into an opera house, grabbing any servants who couldn't escape in time, as well as any officials who happened to be there, and let them hear his heavenly voice.

Of course, the emperor was also merciful, and afterwards he would give these attendants and officials three days off while still paying their wages.

In many matters, the emperor appeared very domineering. For example, she once said in front of the entire nation:

"Now that you have entered my territory, you must obey my orders, whether they are reasonable or unreasonable. Here, my orders are absolute, and there is no use in resisting. That's it, hmm!"

Resistance and disobedience are not permitted; only submission and obedience are required. This is the emperor's will.

However, despite this, the emperor was not a capricious tyrant. She was fair, capable, and generous, so even though she was somewhat domineering, she was very popular among the citizens.

Of course, all of this is predicated on the emperor not arresting them to listen to songs...

"Wow, why are there still so many?!"

Inside the palace, the blond emperor, dressed in a long red dress, stared at the thick stack of documents before him, a deathly despair appearing in his emerald eyes.

Nero, the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire, known as the "Flower of Olympia," could never have imagined that he would have to face so many complicated political affairs even after his death.

I should never have established this Holy Roman Empire in the first place!

They just wanted to gather a few people to listen to their singing in the first place...

Seeing the emperor's tearful expression, the attendant beside him said with a smile, "You can't rest yet, Your Majesty. These are all matters that must be dealt with today. Some have been delayed for two or three days, and the officials are getting impatient."

"Then let them wait!" Nero glared, slammed her hand on the table, and cursed, "They're all a bunch of good-for-nothings! If they had even a little bit of ability, I wouldn't be working so hard all the time, ugh!"

The attendant's expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled and said, "But Your Majesty, these matters concern your people. The longer you delay here, the longer they will have to wait."

Nero paused, sighed helplessly, and sat down again: "Alright, alright, I understand, I'll see now, hmm."

Watching the emperor writing furiously, the attendant sighed silently in his heart.

Many people say that the emperor is domineering, but only she knows that the emperor's domineering nature comes from his concern for his people.

Although she often complained, the emperor was never careless in matters concerning the people's livelihood. On the contrary, none of the decrees issued by her ever had any problems.

Even if there are occasional minor mistakes, they are mostly caused by the recklessness of the lower-level officials in carrying them out.

The emperor treated his people as if they were his own children.

This is something no one can deny.

"Hmm... Haven't Elder Fujimaru and Elder Mash returned yet?" Nero asked, biting her pen and looking at the text in her hand, her smooth forehead furrowed.

The attendant silently estimated the time in his mind and replied, "The two elders have been leading the army away from the empire for three days now. Based on past patterns, they should not return for another two days."

"Two more days... umm..." the emperor couldn't help but sigh.

The attendant shook his head helplessly, ultimately unable to bear seeing the emperor so exhausted. He sat cross-legged opposite the emperor, picked up the texts on the table, and began to annotate the ones he could handle.

As for those that cannot be handled, they are handed over to the emperor.

Having served the emperor for so long, she had gained a certain understanding of his way of handling affairs. While she wouldn't say she could completely imitate him, she could at least get seven or eight tenths of the way.

This action would be considered an absolute overstepping of authority for any emperor, but Nero didn't care at all—in fact, she wished she had more people to help her with these tasks, otherwise she wouldn't have been so eager for Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu to return as soon as possible.

If Leonardo da Vinci hadn't been leading the construction of important engineering projects such as city walls, waterwheels, and forges, she would have already dragged him over to work overtime with her.

Sigh, what a miserable life...

After a morning of work, Nero had finally finished about 80% of the text. Just as she was leaning back in her chair, stretching and thinking about taking a relaxing bath later, she saw a soldier hurrying towards her.

In an instant, Nero sensed trouble.

But before she could escape, a soldier walked in and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, we have discovered an unexpected situation."

"Go ahead and say it." Nero sighed inwardly, realizing that his bath time would have to be postponed again.

"The patrol troops on the city wall reported that an unidentified giant creature had appeared about thirty kilometers away from the empire, and the weather was also changing abnormally."

Upon hearing this, Nero's expression immediately turned serious.

An unidentified giant creature, abnormal weather changes... none of this seems like something an ordinary person could cause.

Could it be that Camelot is finally planning to take action against them?

With her brows furrowed, Nero continued, "Any other discoveries?"

The soldier shook his head: "The distance is too far; this is all we can get."

After a moment's hesitation, the emperor solemnly issued an order: "Temporarily block the news, and also inform Elder Da Vinci to prepare for battle. Do not make any rash moves before I return."

"Your Majesty, are you going to investigate personally?" the attendant asked in surprise.

"If things are really as I think, then I am the only one who can investigate. Ordinary people can't even get close. Going there would only be suicide."

The surrounding temperature suddenly soared, and crimson flames emerged from nothingness, instantly coalescing into a deep red greatsword.

Meteorite Iron Saddle [Primordial Fire (AestusEstus)]

"Stay put and wait for me to come back."

The emperor, sword in hand, strode out of the palace, his fiery red skirt billowing like a blooming rose.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Nidhogg vs. Albion (Final Chapter)

This may be the most frustrating battle Albion has ever fought.

As a pure-blooded dragon standing at the pinnacle of fantasy creatures, although it may not appear as imposing as other dragons, its physical strength is in no way inferior to that of its brethren.

In past battles, He relied on His absolute power to crush His enemies without using any other abilities. With just a light tap, the enemy would be flattened like a piece of paper.

However, what He never expected was that one day He would actually fight a human to a standstill in a direct confrontation of power.