In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

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Chapter 42 A True Hero Kills with His Eyes

"Who is this guy? How dare he say such arrogant things?"

"To pull the sword from the stone and become king—that was the prophecy of the great sage Merlin. Does he think he's more powerful than the great sage?"

"It's something that's been agreed upon by custom, but he had to jump out at this time. I don't think this guy has any good intentions."

The crowd's gazes were somewhat hostile. Most of those who remained there were people who acknowledged Anan's right to the throne, but they hadn't expected an outsider to suddenly appear.

Who can bear this?

What if they displease the new king and his impression of them all worsens? Wouldn't all their preparations over the years have been wasted?

Taking someone's money is like killing their parents, especially since this is an opportunity they've been waiting for. If it's all for naught because of this idiot's words, even tearing him to pieces wouldn't be enough to quell their hatred!

Feeling the palpable killing intent and resentment, the tall knight couldn't help but take a step back, large beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead, and a hint of fear appearing in his eyes.

[Wait a minute, that's not how the script was written. Shouldn't I be the one to step forward and stir up everyone's emotions first, and then unite to attack the new king...?]

Why do these guys look like they want to eat me alive...?

"A mere clown dares to question you? You're a truly pathetic king." Nidhogg's gloating voice echoed in Anahn's mind.

“Not everyone in this world has a brain,” Yanan said calmly, a hint of coldness appearing in his dark eyes.

"Hmph, you make it sound so nice. Let me see how you plan to end this farce." Nidhogg snorted lightly, then fell silent.

Kai and Artoria, standing behind Anaen, clenched their fists tightly, a hint of anger flashing in their eyes. Just as they were about to take a step, they noticed that someone had already walked out.

Lanmalok drew his lance from his back, its sharp tip pointing directly at the tall knight, his face unmoved: "To blaspheme my king is to deserve a thousand deaths. I, Lanmalok, a knight of King Arthur, challenge you!"

The tall knight swallowed hard. He knew very well how strong Lanmarok was and that there was no way he could defeat him.

If you agree, you will only face death.

"I was just speaking my mind. Does King Arthur not even have that much magnanimity?" he shouted. The situation he was in was quite bad, and he had to find another way.

Lanmarok remained unmoved and walked forward, carrying his spear.

“Come back, Lanmarok, don’t let the blood of this kind of man stain your gun.”

Lanmarok paused slightly, turned to look at Anan, and frowned slightly, saying, "But my king, this man has tarnished your honor, I..."

“I know your loyalty, Lanmarok, but I will handle this matter myself.”

Anan stepped forward, patted Lanmarok on the shoulder, turned to look at the tall knight, and said calmly:

"You just said that I am not worthy to sit on this throne, is that right?"

Looking into those emotionless, dark eyes, the tall knight trembled, but thinking of the hefty reward that was about to be his, he gritted his teeth and said defiantly, "That's right! Since the founding of Camelot, every king has been a man of exceptional martial prowess. But now, you think you can make us acknowledge your throne with just a broken sword? There's no such easy thing as that!"

With a whoosh, he drew his greatsword from his waist and pointed it at Anan: "If you want me, Karok, to acknowledge your status, you'll have to defeat me!"

Carlock couldn't help but give himself a mental pat on the back for his quick wit.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous, he still managed to achieve his goal.

If he can force Yanan to fight him, he can get that hefty reward.

Then he heard a cold laugh.

"Heh, so that's how it is. Is this what the guy behind you was after?"

Karlock's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinholes, and a monstrous wave surged within him.

[Him!! How could this be...?]

"Trying to give me a hard time? That's a good idea, but dealing with someone like you who isn't even an enemy isn't worth me drawing my sword."

Yanan's dark pupils suddenly became incredibly deep, as if two black holes were hidden within them.

As he stared into those eyes, Carlock's gaze gradually became vacant, and his face grew increasingly dull.

A flame, deeper than the night, had somehow ignited deep within his pupils.

His body swayed, then he collapsed to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

???

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, even Artoria and Kai were filled with confusion.

From their perspective, Yanan only stared at Karlock for a while without touching him, and then the latter suddenly collapsed to the ground.

What on earth happened?

Lanmarok stepped forward, checked Karok's breath, and nodded to Yanan.

"He's already dead."

wow——

The audience erupted in uproar!

They initially thought Carlock had only fainted, but they never expected him to die!

He just stared at it for a while, and he died!?

This is even more terrifying than Medusa from mythology!

If Anan had killed Karok in a direct confrontation, they would have been amazed by the new king's bravery.

They only stared at the other person for a short while before killing them without them even knowing what had happened!

This is absolutely terrifying!

For a moment, everyone's eyes were filled with deep fear when they looked at Yanan.

"Gentlemen, there is no need to be alarmed." The familiar flower path stretched out, and Merlin appeared behind Anahn at some point, a warm smile plastered on his face. "The new king is the chosen one of Camelot, the destined ruler of the British Isles. It is only natural that he suffered the backlash of fate for blaspheming the king's majesty and lost his life."

So that's how it is!

Everyone instantly realized what was happening, and their fear transformed into awe for the new king.

"How was it, my king? I did a good job, didn't I?" Merlin whispered to Anan.

Yanan glanced at him and nodded almost imperceptibly.

This was actually the line he had prepared, a perfect opportunity to strengthen his standing in the eyes of the crowd. However, now that Merlin had said it, the effect was even better.

Although Merlin's unreliability is well-known, he is still Britain's most famous sage.

His words carried far more weight than those of the new king, Biananain.

Moreover, such words are more likely to leave a lasting impression when spoken by someone else.

If he said it himself, it would inevitably sound like self-praise.

From this perspective, this white-haired trash isn't so useless after all.

Chapter Forty-Three: The Knight's Proof

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Chapter Forty-Four: The Army That Slays Gods

A true knight?

A strange light flickered in Kai's and Artoria's eyes.

Although chivalry is still very popular in Britain, in reality, people who truly embody the spirit of chivalry are extremely rare.

Most of them only wear the title of knight, but the dirty deeds they do in private are no better than those of street thugs.

That Ghanaian prince is a very typical example.

Kai and Artoria received the most orthodox knightly education from a young age, so they were naturally furious at these despicable people who wore knightly robes.

Therefore, long ago, Artoria made up her mind that once she ascended the throne, she would reverse this situation and allow the true spirit of chivalry to flourish again on this land.

Although she herself has not ascended the throne, it seems that her teacher holds the same idea as her.

This caused a surge of intense excitement and agitation to well up in Artoria's jewel-like, azure eyes.

"What a boring game. You could have killed all of these guys by yourself, why bother training some real knights? I think you're just too idle." Nidhogg's disdainful voice echoed in Anahn's mind.

“Never underestimate the power of humanity, Nidhogg.” A faint smile played on Yanan’s lips. “I know that in the eyes of beings like you, humanity is indeed a very small and insignificant species.”

"But even the smallest firefly can illuminate a dark place."

"When countless fireflies gather together, even the stars in the sky cannot block the light they emit."

Even if the road ahead is long and dark, the light of humanity will always shine. With this light, we can pave the way to the future and create great achievements that even the gods cannot create.

"This is the infinite possibility that belongs to humankind."

"You make it sound so nice, but who knows if you're telling the truth?" Nidhogg said dismissively.

She never believed in the brilliance of humanity.

Do those uncivilized monkeys think they can do what even gods can't?

That's an absolute joke!

If it weren't for the decline of the divine age, these monkeys would still be the servants and toys of the gods.

Nidhogg despises even the gods, so naturally he despises humans even more.

Hearing Nidhogg's words, Yanan was not annoyed and calmly said, "In that case, how about we make a bet?"

A strong sense of vigilance instantly arose in Nidhogg's mind.

Having suffered repeated defeats at the hands of Yanan, the Dragon of Despair had come to fully appreciate the man's cunning and treachery.

Now, Yanan ranks second in her mind in terms of danger, almost on par with that old rogue Odin.