In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

The pitch-black demonic sword emerged from the void like a ghost, silently slicing through the air and stabbing towards Artoria's back.

"careful!"

Lanmarok, who happened to witness this scene, roared in anger, but at this moment he was surrounded by three chimeras and had no way to escape.

call out--

A black arc of light swept through the air, and the demonic sword pierced into Artoria's body.

"No--!!"

Lanmarok's eyes widened in fury.

"Ok?"

A voice, clearly tinged with doubt, suddenly echoed from the void.

Even though the demonic sword had pierced the target's body, not a single drop of blood flowed from the person's body, and the sensation coming from the hand was clearly not the feeling one should have when touching a real object.

Is it an illusion?

Before the owner of the demonic sword could even think, a holy sword flowing with golden light suddenly slashed horizontally from the side.

He was forced to withdraw his demonic sword to defend himself. The two swords collided, and a tremendous force emanated from the blades, causing him to be thrown out of the void.

He was a tall man dressed in a long black robe, his face was unnaturally pale, and he had an inexplicable sinister aura about him.

Artoria turned around, surrounded by golden fragments that exuded an ethereal and lofty aura, as if she had escaped this time and space and entered another world.

This is a Noble Phantasm that has reached the realm beyond the rules—[The Distant Ideal Land]. When it is truly activated, the wielder will be placed in the legendary fairy land, constructing a true absolute defense that even the world-shaking Noble Phantasms that once created the world cannot touch.

"To choose to attack from behind when you clearly possess sufficient strength is a despicable act that tarnishes the honor of a knight. You blasphemer, state your name." Artoria held Excalibur, her delicate face solemn.

"I have long since abandoned the honor of knighthood. Now I am nothing but a monster that cannot bear the light." The man in black spoke calmly, raising the demonic sword in his hand. "Rizowal Stuart, a knight who has abandoned the light and embraced the darkness. If you think names have any meaning, try to remember them."

“Rizowal Stuart, is that it? According to the code of knights, since you have given your real name, I must respond.” Artoria stood with her sword drawn. “I am Artoria, an apprentice knight who follows the king.”

Rizzowal frowned slightly: "Don't you have a surname?"

“Yes, but I am not worthy of being given that glorious surname right now.” Artoria shook her head slightly.

"Glory and surname are ultimately meaningless," Rizzowal said calmly, his figure flashing slightly as he charged towards Artoria like a black lightning bolt. "Only immense power can create infinite eternity!"

As the gale gathered, Artoria's azure eyes became clear. With a light tap of her toes, her petite figure surged forward like a raging dragon, heading straight for Rizowall!

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Noticing that Rizowall was already locked in combat with the blonde girl, Eltrauge's lips curled into a graceful smile.

"Now, everything is completely foolproof."

She turned her head, her scarlet eyes looking at the knights who were fighting the Dead Apostles and Chimeras. Her right hand stretched out, her five fingers slightly bent, as if she were grasping at something.

"Give me all your blood!"

Lanmarok brandished his spear, beheading the three chimeras around him. Just as he was about to search for other enemies—

"Um--"

He suddenly let out a muffled groan, clutching his heart tightly. Even when facing the chimera's claws, a hint of pain appeared on his face.

dong dong——

dong dong——

He could hear his heart pounding incredibly clearly, several times faster than usual, like a wild, raging horse, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

He wasn't the only one experiencing this strange phenomenon; other knights around him were also in the same situation. Fortunately, his companions nearby noticed in time and rescued him from the clutches of the chimeras and the dead.

"This is... magic!"

Lanmarok clenched his teeth, sweating profusely, but his experience allowed him to quickly figure out the cause of the anomaly.

To break the enemy's magic, a more powerful magician is needed; otherwise, the only option is to kill the magician!

His hawk-like eyes scanned the surroundings, but no matter how hard he searched, Lanmarok could not find the magician hiding in the shadows.

*Pfft!*

The blood vessels in his arm suddenly burst, and a large amount of blood splattered out, a gruesome sight.

No, if this continues, I really will die!

Lanmarok gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and slowly stood up, leaning on his spear.

"Oh? You still have the strength to stand up under these circumstances?" A look of interest appeared in Eltrauge's eyes. "What a terrifyingly tenacious will. You seem to be a force to be reckoned with. If I were to convert you into a Dead Apostle, you would probably possess power no less than that of a True Ancestor."

She gently shook her head: "But it's a pity, what can you do when you're just a fragile human being?"

She pointed her hand at Lanmarok, a cruel smile appearing in her scarlet eyes, and her slightly bent fingers suddenly snapped shut!

"Bye now!"

"......"

"......"

Eltrauge stared blankly at the still unharmed Lanmarok.

She had clearly applied her power to the other party, and with her control over blood, that guy should have exploded completely like a firework by now!

Why didn't anything happen?

She shook hands several more times, seemingly refusing to believe it, but Lanmarok remained standing there, unaffected.

what is going on!?

"You've had enough of your little tricks, haven't you?"

A voice as clear and noble as a snow lotus in the mountains suddenly came from behind, and Eltrauge was instantly given goosebumps!

She was created by the Moon King as a vessel, a hybrid of the True Ancestor and the Dead Apostle, and possesses an extraordinary sensitivity to the breath of all life.

But now, someone has managed to bypass her senses and get behind her without her noticing!

Eltrauge instantly transformed into crimson smoke and dissipated on the spot, only to reform dozens of meters away.

Her eyes revealed an intense wariness as she looked ahead.

Where she had stood, a tall figure stood there, a long black-purple dress outlining her voluptuous figure, pale golden hair cascading down to her waist, her exquisitely beautiful face exuding an indescribable nobility, like a queen, her eyes filled with disdain and contempt for all things in the world.

"Who are you!?" Eltrauge asked.

“Although I don’t really want the rats hiding in the dark to know my name, you seem to be a little different from them.” A slight upturn of her lips revealed a stunning smile, and her long, slender, fair neck was raised slightly, like a proud black swan: “In that case, let me bestow this special honor upon you.”

"Remember this, the one standing before you now is the eldest princess of Camelot, the ruler of the Kingdom of Onic, and the successor of the [Island Power] of Britain—"

"Morgan Lefebvre Pendragon!"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: King vs. King

"Um?",

Lanmarok suddenly paused, realizing that his heartbeat was gradually returning to normal.

This means that the magical power that had been applied to him has disappeared.

The other knights also stood up, looking at each other in bewilderment, completely unaware of what had happened.

Lanmarok frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Don't think too much about it now. Dealing with the enemy in front of us is the most important thing."

The others were startled, then suddenly remembered they were on a battlefield. They immediately abandoned all other thoughts and shouted in unison, "Yes!—"

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On the ground, the war between humans and monsters is gradually coming to an end. Both sides have completely lost their minds and are using their last strength for a desperate fight.

Above the heavens, the struggle between the King of Gods from the past and the King of Man from the present has only just entered its most intense phase.

"bass--!!"

The golden swords, also symbols of victory, clashed with a piercing metallic clang, sparking blinding sparks and unleashing a powerful gale that could easily cleave rocks, turning an area of ​​almost 500 meters into a desolate wasteland.

Their deep black eyes and brilliant golden eyes stared at each other, both filled with icy indifference and fiery fighting spirit.

"call--"

Arnan exhaled scorching air from his nostrils, a result of the excessive magical power within his body overflowing outwards.

Two full months have passed since the initial awakening of the Black Dragon Body. During this time, the power that Nidhogg sealed within him has gradually integrated into his body, making his body almost twice as strong as it was when he first awakened.

Now, the magic power within him is as boundless as the ocean, and with every gesture, he can unleash attacks no less powerful than B+ rank Noble Phantasms.

Surging magic surrounded him, vaguely gathering into the shape of a black dragon. The apocalyptic scene was reflected in its dark vertical pupils. Its feet rested on his shoulders, and its wings, filled with endless death aura, gently closed, protecting him like a shield.

This is a new power that emerged after the Black Dragon Body further awakened. Anan named it the Black Dragon Guardian. Although it is not as overpowered as Artoria's "Distant Ideal Land", its defensive power is enough to allow him to block an attack from an A-rank Noble Phantasm.

Moreover, the Black Dragon Guardian also possesses the ability to attack the mind. Any enemy who gazes into those black dragon eyes will gradually be consumed by fear. If the person has a weak will, they may even collapse on the spot.

However, this level of psychological attack would undoubtedly be completely ineffective against an enemy of Nuada's caliber.

As the king of the Danu tribe, who has fought countless battles and reached the level of "God of War," Nuada's will is almost unbreakable. Even if a goddess known for her charm stood naked in front of him, he would not be moved in the slightest.

Therefore, Yanan added the power of Feather Dust to the Black Dragon Guardian, instantly increasing its ability to interfere with the mind by several levels.

He didn't know if what he was doing would be of any use, but in a battle where life and death were so easily at stake, he wouldn't give up even if there was only a one percent chance of winning.

"drink!--"

Nuada let out a low roar, and the sword of victory, Krauss, in his hand suddenly shone brightly, like a newly risen sun, and slashed down with it.

Yanan instinctively raised the sword in the stone to block in front of him.

boom!

It felt as if a towering mountain was crushing down, and a terrifying force flowed through the sword to the hand. The phantom of the black dragon trembled slightly, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

"Well--"

Yanan let out a low groan and was instantly knocked back hundreds of meters. His right hand, which was holding the sword in the stone, trembled slightly, and a trickle of blood flowed down like a small river.

“You don’t know how to use a sword at all,” Nuada said in a deep voice.