In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“A distant, ideal land…” Arthur stared blankly at the scabbard. “But I remember it wasn’t…”

“Yes, it was indeed lost, but I found it again. Right after Britain was destroyed, I dug it up from underground in Cornwall.” Mary shrugged. “Perhaps it was because its mission was already accomplished.”

“A mission…” Arthur looked at the relic that had cast an ominous shadow over his life, a complex expression on his face.

"So, are you going to accept or not?" Meryl shook the scabbard. "If you're not willing to accept it, I'll just hand it over to that black-haired guy over there. Anyway, he's King Arthur, and Avalon shouldn't reject him."

“I…accept.” Arthur said softly. Under the protection of Avalon’s domain, his injuries were gradually improving. “You’re right…this is my business. Since it all started because of me, then in the end, it should be my turn to end it.”

“Although Arthur, your life has indeed been quite a failure, I still have to admit that, at least in terms of taking responsibility, you are impeccable.” Mary shrugged and pressed the scabbard against Arthur’s abdomen.

In a dim light, the scabbard flowed into Arthur's body like mercury, and then a surge of vitality burst forth from his body.

An invisible domain enveloped Arthur, and the power to reverse life and death acted on his collapsing body. Like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil after a spring rain, the dry, black outer skin peeled away little by little, revealing delicate skin as white as mutton fat jade. The dragon's heart began to tremble again with a thunderous roar, and a continuous stream of new blood flowed through his body along his blood vessels. The necrotic flesh, nerves, muscles, and bones began to grow new replacements, just like a snake shedding its skin, growing a new body from the old remains.

Arthur stood up, his golden hair trembling slightly in the breeze, his azure eyes gleaming with a fierce light, as awe-inspiring and unapproachable as a god of war.

Avalon emanated from his body, disintegrating into countless fragments that surrounded him. These fragments then coalesced again, embedding themselves in his body to form a pale silver armor.

Seemingly sensing some kind of danger, the Apocalyptic Beast, which was just one step away from taking shape, began to stir restlessly. Its six fully formed dragon heads stared at Arthur, looking as if they wanted to make a move but were hesitant about something.

"They can't even bring themselves to harm you like this. It seems that little girl is truly in love with you." Meryl glanced up at the sky and chuckled.

“That was just her idea of ​​‘love,’ so heavy and bloody that no one could bear it.” Arthur shook his head, his eyes clear and bright. At this moment, he was no longer the aloof and ruthless Lion King, but a knight bearing the weight of destiny.

"Oh, that kind of thing doesn't matter," Mary waved her hand. "So, are you ready?"

“I swore an oath to fight against all evil…” Arthur placed his hand on his chest, his gaze unwavering. “This will remain my unchanging belief, both in life and in death.”

"Not bad, that's the Arthur I know." Merlin clapped his hands with a smile. "But while the aura is there, the equipment is still a bit lacking. How can a hero slay a dragon without a good sword?"

She pointed her staff at the void, and in the dazzling light, a greatsword exactly like Avalon's slowly emerged.

"It took me a lot of effort to find this sword. If you lose it again this time, I'm never helping you again," Mary complained.

Looking at the familiar holy sword, Arthur couldn't help but feel a little melancholy and nostalgia.

"...Thank you, Mary."

He stretched out his palm and firmly grasped the hilt of the sword. A feeling of perfect harmony flowed along the blade, and the holy sword trembled slightly, rejoicing at this long-awaited reunion.

"It's been a long time, old friend." A warm smile appeared on Arthur's face. "This time, let's fight side by side once again."

"Roar--!!!"

The Beast of Apocalypse roared in alarm and rage. The moment the Holy Sword appeared, ancient memories flooded back into its mind, followed by overwhelming anger and...fear.

How could it forget that sword? To this day, it still vividly remembers the excruciating pain it felt when it was severed by that sword.

Otherwise, it would have already turned this world into its own paradise, spreading blasphemy and distortion to every corner.

Seeing that the same scene was about to repeat itself, how could it possibly sit idly by and wait for its demise?

I won't let you unleash that sword strike!

The ferocious dragon head raised its head, and the dragon horns representing the [Ten Crowns of Domination] released infinite radiance. Then, it was as if some sound came from the light, obscure and majestic, along the endless sky, along the vast earth, all the way to every corner of the world, as if a great bell at the top of the world was being rung.

Amidst the dazzling light and grand chanting, a fiery red star seemed to rise in the sky, its blazing light covering the entire firmament, resembling a sea of ​​fire floating above the clouds.

"Then I saw another beast coming up out of the earth. It had two horns like those of a lamb, but it spoke like a dragon. It performed great signs, even sending fire down from heaven to the earth in the sight of all the people."

A sea of ​​fire descended from the sky, like a fiery red curtain falling towards the earth. It was a magnificent and beautiful sight. However, the sharp-eyed heroes had already seen that it was not a fire tide at all, but a meteorite as large as a hill!

The massive meteorite burned fiercely in the atmosphere, leaving a long trail of flame that pierced the sky behind it. With unparalleled speed and power, it plummeted toward the ground. Even before it got close, its terrifying power had already driven everyone to despair.

This is a true natural disaster. Whether mortal or heroic spirit, all are as insignificant as ants under the mighty power of heaven and earth, with absolutely no chance of resistance, and can only bow their heads and await death.

Arthur frowned deeply. If he were to fully unleash the Holy Sword, he might be able to shatter the meteorite, but that would mean missing the best time to attack, allowing the Beast of Apocalypse to complete its transformation and descend.

Faced with his compatriots in dire straits on one side and a ferocious beast about to descend on the other, Arthur made his decision in less than a second.

He is the king who protects the people, and he will never change his original belief, no matter what.

“Don’t rush, Arthur.” Meryl’s soft laughter suddenly reached his ears. “You’re not the only king standing here.”

Arthur paused for a moment, then seemed to understand something and looked up at the sky.

A figure appeared in the high sky at some unknown time. He looked up at the falling meteorite, his dark and deep eyes calm and undisturbed, and casually tossed something out.

It was a small, deep blue sphere that blocked the meteorite's path. In the instant the meteorite approached, the palm-sized sphere suddenly expanded into a black hole tens of meters in diameter. A terrifying suction force emanated from it, sucking in everything, both tangible and intangible, before annihilating it into nothingness.

Devouring Key - Star of Eden - Zero Rated Power, Simulated Black Hole!

Because it wasn't the original Star of Eden, the black hole's power was somewhat reduced, making it unable to suck the meteorite in. However, under this terrifying suction force, the meteorite's kinetic energy was quickly exhausted, leaving it suspended in the sky, slowly approaching the black hole's location.

"Heavenly Fire, unsheathe!"

With a single swing of his sword, Yanan unleashed a torrent of flames, instantly shattering the meteorite into a shower of stones that rained down upon the ground.

He lowered his head and looked at Arthur on the ground. Although he didn't say a word, the meaning in his eyes was crystal clear.

I've already taken care of the last problem for you, so—what are you waiting for?

Chapter 59 The Unfinished Journey 4.7K

The land of salvation is right here.

The day of redemption is now.

To sever the darkness that erodes the world, and to fulfill his unfinished mission, the golden-haired king returns from history, clad in silver armor and wielding a radiant holy sword. From ancient times to the present, from birth to death, his will has never wavered, his beliefs have never changed, and the ancient oath still beats in his heart.

To eliminate all evil in the world.

To resist all worldly desires.

To create a better tomorrow for all things in the world.

A brilliant light illuminated the entire world, like a sun rising from the earth. It was a dream that transcended all time and space, a dream that all living beings could not realize. It was the strongest fantasy forged from a sliver of starlight plucked from the endless and distant universe. Its radiance was intense but not dazzling, and it could even fill people with warmth, because it contained the belief of knights who carried destiny to protect the world. Its power was only directed at evil beings.

"SealThirteen" (Thirteen Restraints)

--The roundtable discussion begins! [DecisionStart!]

Legend has it that the Star Sword cannot be wielded by the will of a single hero.

Forged to defend against extraterrestrial enemies, and meant to be wielded for the salvation of the world, the Holy Sword was too powerful for an individual to command. Thus, the Knight King of that ancient kingdom and his twelve knights established strict laws for the Holy Sword and enforced them thoroughly.

That was the second scabbard that concealed the true blade of the Holy Sword—the Thirteen Restraints.

The Holy Sword can only be unleashed when multiple honors and missions can be accomplished simultaneously.

Complete liberation requires the approval of seven people.

Even though the King of Knights and the Twelve Knights have passed away, this bondage will remain in effect forever.

If the current Holy Swordsman intends to unleash the Holy Sword, the Round Table Resolution will automatically begin.

[This is a battle of the weak against the strong] — Bedivere, agrees.

[This is a one-on-one battle] — Palamedes, agree.

[This is not a war against the elves] — Lancelot, agree.

[This is a battle against evil] — Mordred, agrees.

[This is a selfless war] — Galahad, agree.

[This is a war to save the world] — Arthur, agrees.

No, that's not enough.

The Holy Sword's brilliance had reached its peak, and the power of its sixfold release made Arthur's hand tremble slightly, but even so, he still did not swing the sword.

In Tokyo Bay in 1991, he unleashed the power of the Holy Sword to the sixth level, destroying the unborn Beast of Apocalypse.

But times have changed. The Apocalyptic Beast, now fused with the Root Princess, is nearing its peak. It is just one step away from its full descent. The Holy Sword, with only six layers of liberation, cannot destroy it.

It is necessary to release more than seven restraints to allow the Holy Sword to unleash its true power—only then can the chaotic and greedy beast be slain.

However, for some unknown reason, the will residing in the holy sword did not respond for a long time, and the last remaining restraint, like an insurmountable barrier, blocked Arthur's way.

"Sigh~ Arthur, why are you still so stubborn?" Mary shrugged helplessly. "Isn't there another Knight of the Round Table here?"

Arthur snapped back to reality, turned to look at Anan in mid-air, took a deep breath, and his booming voice echoed:

"King Arthur from another world, my name is Arthur Pendragon. I swore to fight against all evil in the world. If you agree with my will, please lend me your power!"

“Those who carry firewood for the masses should not be left to freeze to death in the wind and snow.” Yanan gazed into those unwavering, holy blue eyes and nodded slightly. “I have felt your conviction and determination. From this moment on, my will will be with you.”

A burst of light flew out of his body and instantly merged into the holy sword.

[This is a battle of faith and will] — Anan, I agree.

Light rose from the endless earth, and even the most monstrous beasts could not stop its brilliance, just like the light of dawn that illuminates the endless, dark night.

Everyone raised their heads, gazing at the glorious light and the imposing presence that carried their destiny.

In the eyes of longing, in the eyes of expectation, in the eyes of hope, in the prayers of the crowd.

The power of the Star Sword was fully unleashed, and boundless radiance rose up, covering everything.

The reborn Knight King wielded his holy sword the moment he received his judgment.

The blasphemous beast let out a mournful roar, unleashing the power of the Ten Crowns of Domination to its fullest extent, extending into an endless world barrier in an attempt to block this attack.

However, such a desperate resistance is nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The dazzling light of creation instantly tore through the extreme barrier, then continued to surge upwards, completely engulfing the seven-headed, ten-crowned beast. With its awe-inspiring power that shook the stars, it crushed the great enemy.

The ten crowns evaporated, and the most important authority was stripped away. The beast howled and screamed, twisting its huge and ferocious body wildly in fear.

At the other end of time and space, the Holy Sword of the Stars finally revealed its true form once again. Even the most physically strong heroic spirits could not withstand its power to shatter stars.

"Click-clack-clack—"

The silver armor shattered and was reforged. Avalon used his own power to help Arthur withstand the backlash from the holy sword. Otherwise, he would have been shattered to pieces the moment he was released.

However, even the ideal world could not protect Arthur at all times. In the intervals between the destruction and reforging of his armor, the power of the Star Sword would act on him. The heavy pressure was like a mountain pressing down on him. His blood vessels burst, blood stained his skin, his bones made a crisp cracking sound, and his spirit core also made a cracking sound.

Even so, he did not put down the holy sword in his hand, his feet firmly planted on the ground, erecting an unyielding wall for the world behind him.

"It's time to end this, Sixth Beast."

"You shouldn't have been born here. There is no place for you in this world!"

Encompassing the sorrowful yet noble dreams of all warriors throughout history, and gathering the trust and steadfastness of heroic spirits, the ever-victorious king proclaimed the true name of the miracle in his hand, forging a future of infinite possibilities—