In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Upon hearing this, Jingu, who was sneaking out of his room to observe the situation, felt inexplicably irritated and even had an urge to hit someone.

"What a crazy goddess!" he muttered under his breath, unsure whether it was because of her capricious attitude or the condition she had proposed.

"The King wants to marry you?!" Siduri's eyes widened instantly, and she shook her head without hesitation, saying, "That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

“Little girl, you seem a bit excited.” Quetzalcoatl looked at Siduri with a half-smile and shrugged. “But unfortunately, this is a bit too childish and doesn’t suit my status.”

"So, let's get back to the main topic. You asked me why I wanted to destroy Uruk, right?"

Quetzalcoatl looked around, seemingly looking for something to sit on, but unable to find anything, she could only continue standing and answering the question with a sense of helplessness: "Because I was summoned by my mother to destroy humanity."

“Mother?” Siduri was slightly taken aback.

"However, how I do it is entirely up to me. And my answer is—to kill them one by one, without hesitation!"

Quetzalcoatl suddenly grinned maliciously, startling Siduri into instinctively taking a step back.

However, Quetzalcoatl quickly composed herself and reverted to her previous harmless and gentle older sister expression, so fast that it made one wonder if they were hallucinating.

"But don't worry, I should probably head back soon. I only spar with a hundred people each day, and once I exceed that number, I'll forget about them."

After saying that, Quetzalcoatl whistled, and a pterosaur emerged from the clouds and quickly fell to the ground.

"Well then, everyone, goodbye. I'll be back tomorrow at this time to challenge another hundred people."

Quetzalcoatl waved his hand, stomped his feet, and instantly soared dozens of meters into the air, landing on the pterosaur's back.

However, just as the pterosaur was about to take off again, a powerful and domineering aura swept over it instantly. The intense fear caused the pterosaur to let out a terrified scream and fall uncontrollably to the ground like a headless fly.

"Oh?" Quetzalcoatl raised an eyebrow and released his aura, finally stabilizing the pterosaur.

She turned her head to look down, gazing at the young man with black hair.

"Guests are guests, and you haven't even experienced Uruk's hospitality yet, so how can you leave so easily?" Anan raised his head, his cold black dragon eyes staring at the feathered serpent god high in the sky.

"A rather high-level dragon bloodline, it seems your background is quite extraordinary, little brother." Quetzalcoatl jumped off the dragon's back and looked at Anahn with great interest. "But as I said, I will only accept challenges from one hundred people a day. If it's more than that, I might not be so happy."

A fierce aura suddenly erupted from her, and her signature exaggerated smile appeared on her face.

Despite being stared at so aggressively by a god, Anan's expression remained calm: "If your goal is truly to destroy humanity, why set a limit of one hundred people per day? And why, while killing them, do you also grant them instant-death resurrection?"

"Quetzalcoatl, do you really intend to destroy humanity?"

Quetzalcoatl's eyes flickered slightly. This time, she did not answer the question as decisively as she had when answering Siduri.

"I know, I know!"

An unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out.

"Who's speaking?" Everyone was taken aback.

A figure suddenly darted out from the shadows of the street. It was a strange woman dressed in leopard clothing, carrying a basket several times larger than herself on her back.

"It's another deity." Everyone was surprised. Although it looked like an unreliable and comical character, it actually had very obvious divine reactions.

"Kukur does this because she has a principle: if the opponent is determined to die, then go all out; but if they are not prepared, then spare their life," the leopard-man said smugly, hands on her hips.

"Kukur... to use such a title for Quetzalcoatl, he must be a South American deity," Merlin said thoughtfully.

“Navar, you talk too much. Have you done everything I asked you to do?” Quetzalcoatl said in a sinister tone.

The leopard-man shuddered: "Sorry, I'll leave right away!"

After saying that, it ran away immediately, not forgetting to throw the humans who had been killed nearby into its basket. Its sneaky appearance was just like a weasel stealing chickens.

"Does this count as human trafficking?" Merlin asked with a puzzled look.

“But they’re all dead,” Morgan said calmly.

Merlin pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

It is rare that two non-human beings have reached a consensus on the question of whether the dead have human rights.

“So, I think the answer is already quite obvious.” Anaen smiled at Quetzalcoatl. “You did not intend to destroy humanity. Challenging a hundred people every day was not a casual act. Your real purpose was to see humanity’s determination and courage. You wanted to know whether humanity could still take up arms and fight back when faced with an insurmountable disaster.”

"You are actually searching for a usurper who dares to raise the sword of rebellion against the gods with the body of a mortal, am I right, Quetzalcoatl?"

"Oh dear, it seems my little scheme has been seen through. I feel a little embarrassed." Quetzalcoatl shrugged helplessly, but his eyes gleamed with excitement. "So, what are you planning to do now, little human brother with dragon blood?"

“Courage and determination cannot be proven by words alone.” A black and white knight’s lance appeared in Anahn’s hand, and jet-black dragon wings unfurled behind him. “So, let’s have a battle that will be fought to the death.”

"Oh my, that's quite an awareness, it really hits the nail on the head." Quetzalcoatl laughed heartily. "But are you really sure? Let me make it clear beforehand, this time, I won't hold back at all."

"Gods are indeed powerful, but we should not underestimate humanity."

Anan raised the white flower of the Black Abyss, pointing it towards Quetzalcoatl.

"I will show you with facts just how high humanity can go."

Chapter Fifteen: Taking Down Quetzalcoatl

The sound of his heart pounding was like the booming of drums, and the endless stream of magic surged through his limbs and bones like a raging river. His jet-black dragon scales covered his body like a layer of sturdy armor, and his body temperature was rising rapidly.

Almost instantly, Yanan adjusted his body to its peak condition.

He stared intently at Quetzalcoatl, not daring to be careless or relaxed in the slightest.

The feathered serpent god holds a very important position in the Mesoamerican mythology system; even those unfamiliar with the relevant mythology system have certainly heard of this name.

This shows just how famous Quetzalcoatl was.

Even thousands of years later, His pyramids still stand on the earth, revealing the ancient wisdom of our ancestors and their reverence and faith in this great deity.

In mythology, this deity is in charge of many divine functions, including death, rebirth, harvest, rain, the morning star, and war. There are hundreds of myths associated with him, making him a deity with a significant presence.

In addition, she even possesses some of the qualities of a "king of men".

Although the feathered serpent god before us is only one aspect of its true form, thanks to its terrifying reputation, this deity receives a considerable boost upon its descent, gaining power far greater than that of ordinary gods.

If Quetzalcoatl were to get serious, her destructive power would be even a level above that of the Warcraft Goddess Gorgon.

This is a tough battle for Yanan.

But he must not back down.

"What a powerful presence! Even I'm getting excited." A hint of a smile appeared in Quetzalcoatl's jade-like eyes. "Well then, I'm going to go."

She slightly adjusted her posture, and her body shot out like a cannonball, a seemingly delicate fist carrying terrifying power capable of shattering city walls as it swung forward.

Just as she said, this time, she was really serious.

"You all step back."

After reminding the people behind him, Anan, carrying the Black Abyss White Flower, also stepped forward without backing down.

Quetzalcoatl paused for a moment, then burst into laughter and swung his iron fist at the cold, menacing spear.

"BOOM—!!!"

The shockwave from the collision of the two immense forces spread rapidly outwards, and large spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the ground within a hundred meters of the point of contact. What was clearly a clash between flesh and steel produced an effect akin to an artillery explosion.

Morgan raised her delicate eyebrows, snapped her fingers lightly, and the cracked ground was restored to its original state in the next moment, with its hardness also greatly improved.

“Oh my, has the whole city been transformed into a temple? You have a remarkable magician here.” Quetzalcoatl’s gaze shifted to Morgan, who was dressed in a black robe, and a look of great interest appeared on his face.

“Being distracted in battle is no good habit, Quetzalcoatl.” Anahn stepped forward, thrusting his spear straight at Quetzalcoatl’s head.

"Little brother, you're quite strong. You might be a good wrestling prospect." Quetzalcoatl threw a heavy punch, and a powerful gust of wind ripped out, tearing through the air and striking the black abyss white flower spear, producing a hum like a heavy drum.

“If I have the opportunity later, I will ask you for advice.” Anan waved his hand, and the Oath of Judah roared out, several golden spears with chains rushing towards Quetzalcoatl like dragons.

Driven by divine intuition, Quetzalcoatl realized that these spears might not be as simple as they seemed, so she chose not to confront them head-on, but instead opted to avoid their attacks.

Her body was incredibly flexible, constantly dodging the spear attacks with movements that ordinary people could hardly make, looking like a graceful feathered serpent dancing.

Even Yanan was momentarily stunned.

Since receiving the oath from Judah, he had never seen anyone manage to evade Judah's attack in such a way.

"Little brother, you have quite a few treasures. But relying too much on weapons isn't a good thing. I prefer the feeling of punches landing with my bare hands."

Seizing the moment when Judah was attacking, Quetzalcoatl suddenly lunged forward and punched Anan in the chest.

Yanan was instantly thrown back dozens of meters as if he had been hit by a giant dragon, his legs carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"cough!"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, and Yanan immediately mobilized the power of the Black Abyss White Flower to restore his injuries to their original state.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at the fist mark on the silver armor, and his lips twitched slightly.

It's hard to believe that a single punch was enough to nearly injure him, who had activated his Black Dragon Body.

As expected, a goddess who has studied wrestling is truly different...

"You recovered so quickly after taking my punch?" Quetzalcoatl was slightly surprised, but quickly became excited. "But that's good, now I can finally fight to my heart's content."

For a wrestler, what could be more exciting than an indestructible punching bag?

However, Yanan will not give her that chance again.

Although his physical strength was no weaker than Quetzalcoatl's, in terms of hand-to-hand combat skills, ten of him would not be a match for him.

After all, he had never learned any fighting techniques such as wrestling.

"Eden's Star!"

A small, deep blue ball appeared out of thin air, and a mountain-like pressure was instantly applied to Quetzalcoatl, making it impossible for her to run as fast as before.

With another wave of his hand, Anann sent out a golden spear that instantly pierced through Quetzalcoatl's limbs, rendering him unable to move.

The power of [Binding] spread, and Quetzalcoatl could feel the magic within his body rapidly subsiding.

“It’s over, Quetzalcoatl,” Anahn said.

"The end?" Quetzalcoatl's lips curled into a strange smile. "How can that be? I haven't even used my full strength yet."

"The Winged God!"

Suddenly, a shadow fell over the earth, and a huge pterosaur, covered in bright feathers and several times larger than a normal pterosaur, fell from the clouds, emitting a hiss like that of a snake.

This is the Cretaceous pterosaur named by Quetzalcoatl himself—Quetzalcoatl, a mythical beast-level fantasy species.

However, the function of this Noble Phantasm is not merely to summon an ally for Qaitsar Coyatt, but to finally allow her to demonstrate her divine powers.

Thick, dark clouds piled up above Uruk, a howling wind swept in, and dense raindrops fell from the sky like scattered beans.