In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Although He didn't actually lose, it was still a great humiliation for the dragon.

Especially now, the human, taking advantage of its size, keeps attacking Him. In addition, the other party seems to have a very high level of skill in spatial magic, always attacking and then moving to a different place, making it impossible for Him to retaliate.

This was just like a replay of the previous scene, but the difference was that the positions of the attackers and defenders had been reversed this time.

What frustrated Albion even more was that she dared not easily revert to her dragon form, otherwise, she would be even less of a match for this man in her human form.

Moreover, because the opponent was almost completely close to Him, He dared not use any large-scale destructive abilities, otherwise it was hard to say whether He could hit, and He certainly would not be able to escape.

Intense pain surged through his body. With the opponent's terrifying strength, which was in no way inferior to that of a dragon, even if the Albion Dragon's body was incredibly resilient, it could not withstand this level of attack.

"Roar!!!!"

The dragon Albion roared in agony, its dark eyes gleaming with ferocity.

On His chest, a mysterious rune, imprinted on the jet-black dragon scales and filled with ancient and mysterious meaning, suddenly shone brightly. An inexplicable wave swept across the surrounding area, instantly covering a radius of a thousand meters.

"This is......"

Yanan frowned slightly. For some reason, he felt that the space around him had become much tighter, like a solid, indestructible diamond, with no flaws whatsoever.

He flicked his finger to the side, and a black crack, no thicker than a chopstick, appeared, disappearing in less than five seconds.

The space here has been reinforced... Yanan's expression became slightly serious. Losing the ability to manipulate space meant that he had lost a very important mobility.

His gaze fell upon the mysterious rune on the dragon's chest, which radiated a bright light. It was a form of rune he had never seen before, but in terms of power, it was clearly no less powerful than the original runes.

Now let's see how you run! Seeing Anan's furrowed brows, the dragon Albion felt a surge of satisfaction.

Actually, this was the inspiration given to Him by the other party. Since the other party could block His speed, He could naturally also block the surrounding space, preventing the other party from traversing.

As for something as trivial as solidifying space, it was no problem for Him at all. As the first and last dragon, His power was beyond the imagination of even the gods.

Now, it's finally His turn to launch a counterattack!

A fierce glint flashed in the dark dragon's eyes, and three runes lit up on Albion's body at the same time. Its speed increased instantly, and its massive body appeared in front of Ananon as if by teleportation. Its dark dragon claws were wrapped in a cold silver light, revealing an extremely strong sharp aura, just like a peerless divine weapon with its sharp edge exposed.

At the same time, a layer of grayish-brown radiance wrapped around the surface of the dragon's claws, carrying an indescribable heaviness, as if it could easily crush even a mountain.

To completely eliminate this major threat, the dragon Albion held nothing back, raising its claws high and slamming them down fiercely towards Anan.

Die!

However, the scene that Albion's dragon imagined did not appear.

Almost the instant the dragon claw struck down, a crimson light burst forth from the gap in the dragon claw, followed by an indescribable and terrifying high temperature, causing the reinforced space around it to fluctuate unstablely!

An intense burning sensation surged along the dragon's claws, and for a moment, the dragon Albion even thought it was holding a sun!

"Heavenly Fire, unsheathe!"

A deep male voice echoed in the vast sky, and a crimson light burst forth instantly. The blazing flames surged upwards like a surging tide!

A strong sense of crisis enveloped Albion Dragon in an instant. Without any hesitation, it instantly activated its maximum speed and escaped the range of the flames.

However, because it was so close, it was inevitably affected by the flames. Almost like a devastating blow, its skin, which could withstand temperatures of over a thousand degrees, was instantly charred black, and the flesh beneath it was also severely burned, giving off a smell of roasted meat.

His dragon claw was the first part to come into contact with the flames, and therefore the most severely damaged part. The entire dragon claw was almost burned into a charcoal, and it had completely lost the ability to move.

The dragon Albion attempted to heal, but He soon discovered in despair that no matter how powerful the healing runes were, they were all insufficient to address His injuries.

The main reason is that a trace of heat remains in the areas where He was injured, like a persistent boil, hindering the recovery of the injury.

He must force out this anger in order to truly heal his injuries.

However, this anger is exceptionally stubborn and can only be forcibly expelled using magic. The entire process will take at least two or three days.

But now He was on a battlefield, and that terrible man would never give Him that much time.

Albion's dragon never imagined that it would suffer such terrible injuries in just a moment.

They thought that by blocking the opponent's mobility, they had the victory in the bag, but they never expected that the opponent had such a terrifying weapon hidden away.

He looked at the crimson greatsword in Anahn's hand, and a strong sense of dread appeared in his eyes.

Such a terrifying weapon, even in the Age of Gods, there are few that can compare to it. Where did this man get it from?

Could it be that the other party is actually a hidden deity?

The dragon Albion immediately dismissed the idea. As the witness of the entire Age of Gods, if the other party were truly a god, it would be impossible for it not to recognize him.

Although the other party does possess a certain divinity, it is different from that of a born deity. This divinity is more akin to becoming a god through faith. In other words, many people worship this black-haired man and regard him as a god-like being.

He's not a god, yet he wields such a terrifying weapon and has dragon blood flowing through his veins. This guy is even more terrifying than a god!

It must be admitted that at this moment, the dragon Albion could no longer regard Ananon as those lowly humans, but as an incredibly terrifying opponent!

"That's amazing!" Mashu clenched her fists, her little face filled with excitement. "As expected of Mr. Yanan, he's truly incredible!"

When Mashu saw the jet-black dragon swoop down on Anaun, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. The difference in size between the two was so huge that she couldn't help but worry that Mr. Anaun might be killed by that single swipe.

However, to her surprise, the situation changed so quickly. What she had thought was extremely dangerous, Yanan, instantly dealt a heavy blow to the dragon, completely turning the tide of the battle!

Looking at the massive, black dragon, its body covered in wounds and its aura utterly exhausted, Mashu breathed a long sigh of relief. Now, things should be alright.

"Hmm? That's...."

Nero, who was hurrying along, suddenly stopped and looked at the dazzling fire that suddenly rose under the dark sky in the distance. A look of surprise and uncertainty appeared in his green eyes, which were as green as emerald leaves.

For some reason, even though she was so far away, just looking at the flames gave her a very dangerous feeling, as if she would be burned to death if she touched them even slightly.

The primordial fire in her hand trembled slightly, and the deep red sword blade dimmed considerably, resembling a piece of raw iron that had just been mined.

"Hmm...you bastard, I'm not afraid of you yet," Nero said irritably.

But she also knew that she was indeed somewhat afraid.

The Primal Flame was a weapon she crafted herself, and its condition reflects her mood to some extent.

After hesitating for a long time, Nero finally gritted his teeth and said, "Hmm! At worst, I'll just die once. Anyway, I still have three chances to revive. I'm not afraid!"

Qiang Zizai comforted herself and started walking forward again.

"You look quite pathetic right now," Anahn said with a laugh, holding the Judgment of Heavenly Fire as he looked at the black dragon before him.

No one knew better than him how terrifying the power of the Divine Judgment of Heavenly Fire was. As a divine key with the name of "destruction", any enemy that was hit by it head-on would pay a heavy price.

At this moment, the dragon of Albion was covered with burn marks, its scales curled, its flesh charred, and wisps of black smoke making it look extremely wretched. Its aura was as weak as that of an old man on his deathbed, and it no longer possessed the elegance and nobility of the original dragon.

However, faced with Ananon's provocation, the dragon Albion was no longer as furious as before. Its dark dragon eyes stared at Ananon, concealing an unspeakable madness.

"Hmm?" Yanan frowned slightly. For some reason, the other party's calmness gave him a very bad feeling.

As if to confirm his guess, the next second, something unexpected happened!

boom!!

An incredibly powerful magical aura suddenly emanated from the dragon Albion, and the magical runes engraved on its body lit up one after another, while a dazzling and intricate magical array unfolded behind it, like a sacred sun!

The magical energy in the air was as restless as boiling water, and both Anan and Mashu's expressions changed simultaneously.

This guy... is going to fight desperately!

Chapter Twenty-Five: Summoning, Nidhogg!

High above, covered by thick, dark clouds, the air seemed to freeze, and the howling wind brought an almost suffocating, oppressive pressure.

The dragon Albion spread its wings, and the numerous wounds on its body did not diminish its majesty at this moment; instead, they gave it an even more tragic aura.

The ancient and profound runes engraved on the dragon scales lit up one after another like neon lights, completely awakening the hidden power. The intense radiance almost obscured the dragon Albion itself, like a rising sun, filled with an awe-inspiring majesty that was impossible to look directly at.

Thunder roared, wind howled, and darkness descended. It was as if the end of the world had come. Even the villagers and soldiers in the center of the Chalk City couldn't help but feel a strong sense of fear.

"Damn it, is this guy trying to fight to the death?" Yanan's face was extremely ugly.

He guessed correctly; Melusin was indeed prepared to fight to the death.

The Noble Phantasm she was preparing at this moment was called "The Unknown Immaculate Pulse," an EX-rank Anti-World Noble Phantasm.

The moment this Noble Phantasm is unleashed, Melusin will fully reveal the true pinnacle of Albion's dragon form, sacrificing her heart to unleash the strongest attack of the original dragon.

In the distant age of gods, witnesses described the terrifying attack as a "rainbow that crossed boundaries" or a "gateway to another world."

This is a blow that could truly destroy the world.

But after that, Melusin will completely lose this identity and disappear without anyone knowing.

This is because, in every period of human history, Albion, as the oldest and first dragon, could not escape the fate of death.

Therefore, this was a fateful blow, and also a decisive one.

At the cost of Albion's life, unleash the final curse upon the enemy!

At this moment, Melusin felt no emotion whatsoever. The will of the dragon Albion still existed, but it no longer had any effect on her.

At this moment, she was infinitely close to the dragon Albion, including in body, mind, and soul.

She knew, of course, what the price would be for unleashing this attack, but she wouldn't regret it.

She is the last pure-blooded dragon left in the world, and even at the cost of her life, she must defend the dignity of the dragon race!

This is the pride hidden in her blood, and also the bond she can never sever in this lifetime!

She would not tolerate anyone insulting the dignity of the dragon race, nor would she allow thieves who steal the bloodline of dragons to continue to exist in this world!

The dragon's heart trembled within her chest, and almost tangible magical power poured into it continuously. Such terrifying magical fluctuations would make even the ancient gods tremble.

Thump—thump—thump...

The heartbeat grew louder and louder, like a bomb on a countdown, gripping everyone's hearts.

At this moment, Nero had reached a position less than five kilometers away from the battlefield. With her strength, she naturally saw the jet-black dragon soaring in the sky and the magical fluctuations that resembled raging waves.

However, she did not stop, and continued to rush forward with her head down, even faster than before.

She didn't know the dragon's identity, but she could guess that it must have come from Camelot.

Moreover, judging from the situation, it's not hard to guess that the dragon is fighting against some being.

Nero is particularly worried that Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash might be drawn into this battle.

Currently, the only ones qualified to challenge Camelot are the Holy Roman Empire, and the Holy Roman Empire's main fighting force is concentrated in the city. The only exceptions are Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu, who are out searching for survivors.

It was out of this concern that she recklessly rushed into the dangerous area ahead.

"Ritsuka, Mashu, hang in there a little longer, I'll be there soon!"