In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"As expected of the war god of the Danu tribe, I thought I had disguised myself well enough, but I still couldn't fool your eyes." Yanan laughed freely, readily admitting Nuada's words without any intention of making excuses.

That's right. Although it sounds unbelievable, he has never actually been exposed to anything related to swordsmanship in all these years.

Neither Scáthach nor Cú Chulainn ever taught him swordsmanship—both of them were obsessed with spears and disdained using other weapons.

When he first started learning martial arts, Yanan naturally put up a fierce resistance.

This is the world of Type-Moon, and the fact that Lancers have E-rank luck since ancient times is no joke!

But no matter what reasons he gave, Scáthach refused to change her mind.

At that time, he was still very young and had no chance to resist the mysterious power called "mother's authority".

But whether it was because of the Black Abyss White Flower or his past life identity, even after learning marksmanship, his luck didn't get too bad. Although he couldn't be called a lucky person, he was about the same level as an average Asian.

His understanding of swords comes entirely from the impression he left from watching Artoria practice swordsmanship. If we're just talking about swordsmanship level, he probably wouldn't even be as good as Kai.

Because of the powerful magic bestowed by the Black Dragon Map, he never thought of studying swordsmanship again.

—If I can kill an enemy with a single sword strike, what's the point of swordsmanship?

Unfortunately, this time he was no longer facing the weaker enemies of the past, but the King of the Danu, who wielded the Sword of Victory.

“I advise you to show your true strength, otherwise you will have no more chances,” Nuada said in a deep voice. Even with his temperament, he couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed at this moment.

From ancient times to the present, this new King of Camelot named Anan is the first opponent who dared to hide his strength in front of him!

"What a coincidence, I had the same thought."

He placed the sword in the stone back at his waist, and a tangible black and white light wrapped around Anahn's hand, instantly transforming into a giant knight's lance.

Anan stretched out his hands, grasped the hilt of the spear, and slowly parted them to either side in the dim light.

In his left hand, he held a black spear that exuded an aura of endless death.

In his right hand, he held a white spear that exuded a strong sense of life.

These two lances are significantly smaller than the previous knight's lances, and look almost the same size as ordinary lances.

boom--

When Yanan grasped the two spears, his aura suddenly changed, soaring upwards like a rocket.

In that instant, he seemed like a completely different person.

Nuada gripped the sword of victory tightly, a strong sense of apprehension appearing in his golden eyes.

He naturally understood that only now had his enemy revealed his true strength.

With a casual flourish, Yanan smiled slightly.

"Are you ready, King of the Gods?"

"The real battle is about to begin."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Gate to a New World (4000 words, two parts combined)

"Jingle bells—!!"

In the void, the holy sword called Excalibur clashed fiercely with the demonic sword called True Demon, creating afterimages that surpassed the limits of human vision. Golden streams of light and black lightning intertwined, unleashing a terrifying force like a sudden storm.

Hundreds of shimmering gold fragments surrounded Artoria, creating an ethereal and otherworldly atmosphere, as if she were in another world.

Protected by the Faraway Utopia, Rizowall's attacks had absolutely no effect on her.

In this situation, she should have been the one dominating Rizowall, but in reality, they looked like they were evenly matched.

It's impossible that Artoria was deliberately letting her win; she had no choice but to do so.

When Rizowall realized that his attacks were completely ineffective against the blonde girl in front of him, he immediately changed his target and attacked the knights around him.

Artoria knew, of course, that these knights were no match for Rizowall, so she could only follow in his footsteps and fend off his attacks time and time again.

So, without realizing it, she gradually lost the initiative and fell into the opponent's rhythm of battle.

That's why she and her opponent have reached this point where they are evenly matched.

She could, of course, choose to attack the Dead Apostles to coerce them, but on the one hand, her code of conduct as a knight prevented her from doing so, and on the other hand, her intuition told her that even if she did, it would be completely ineffective.

"Don't you feel ashamed to threaten the lives of the weak?!" she demanded sharply, swinging her Excalibur sword with all her might.

Rizowall stepped back, dodging the attack.

In the previous exchange, he had clearly realized that the petite girl in front of him was not as weak as she looked. The power that her seemingly slender arms unleashed was terrifying and suffocating, making him feel as if he were wrestling with a dragon.

His demonic sword, [True Demon], was already inferior in quality to the opponent's holy sword. Coupled with that terrifying power, if he chose to take it head-on, his demonic sword would probably be completely destroyed in no time.

“I’ve said it before, I am a knight who has abandoned honor and chosen to fall into darkness. I don’t care what means I use as long as I can achieve my goal,” Rizzowal replied calmly, glancing imperceptibly into the distance.

He has stalled for enough time with Artoria, so why hasn't Princess Altrucci made a move yet?

He could clearly feel that the power belonging to that noble bloodline and the controller of the contract had enveloped this place.

But not long after, that power suddenly disappeared, and there has been no further news since.

Could it be that something's wrong with His Highness?

Rizowal's eyes flickered slightly. As a familiar of Eltruchi, he could contact her at any time within this distance, but no matter how he called out, there was no response.

This made his heart sink.

It seems something really might have happened over there.

"Take this—"

With a delicate shout, the holy sword, shrouded in golden light, slashed down at him once more.

Rizzowol narrowed his eyes. This time, instead of retreating, he unusually adopted a blocking stance.

His extensive combat experience allowed him to make a decision in an instant: to take the sword strike, use the opponent's strength to escape the battlefield, and then rush to check on Eltruchi's situation.

For him, nothing was more important than protecting Eltruchi's safety.

brush--

The holy sword slashed down, but the expected immense power did not arrive. Instead, the golden sword shadow vanished instantly like a phantom.

A gentle breeze ruffled the stray hairs on Rizowall's forehead, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinholes!

Pfft—!

The golden holy sword pierced through his heart, and crimson blood splattered onto the ground like eerie flowers.

"Cough cough..." Rizzowal coughed up a large amount of blood, staggered back a few steps, knelt on the ground with his sword, and clutched his heart wound: "You—"

Artoria's azure eyes revealed an extremely serious expression: "My king once taught me that one should be even more despicable when facing despicable people, and even more shameless when facing shameless people."

“So…is that how it is?” Rizowal’s lips twitched slightly, a barely passable “smile” appearing on his stiff face. “Your king…sees things very clearly.”

After saying that, he collapsed to the ground with a thud, and the demonic sword in his hand clattered to the ground, the ominous aura surrounding it gradually dissipating.

Artoria watched quietly for a while, a complex expression appearing in her azure eyes.

After a long pause, she sighed softly and turned to leave.

call--

After walking about five or six meters, a breeze blew past her from behind, and Artoria suddenly felt a sudden urge and abruptly turned around.

Where Rizzowal had fallen, his body had vanished without a trace, along with the demonic sword [True Demon] that had been beside him!

If Yanan had taught Artoria Chinese, she would definitely use one word to describe the current situation—

Shedding its skin like a cicada!

"hateful!"

She clenched her delicate little fists, gritted her teeth, and her exquisite little face was full of annoyance.

After a long pause, she reluctantly let go, sighed, and muttered to herself in distress:

"If my brother finds out, I'll probably get scolded again."

......

......

boom--!

A beam of light formed from gathered magic shot towards Eltluch, but the crimson blood mist surrounding her surged forward and blocked it.

"Whoosh-"

Fine beads of sweat trickled down her smooth cheeks. Eltrauge was breathing heavily, and a hint of fatigue appeared in her scarlet eyes.

She was no longer the petite girl she had been before, but had transformed into a mature woman with a curvaceous figure, and her internal strength had also increased considerably.

Even when she activated her second form, she seemed somewhat powerless, as the crimson mist surrounding her had thinned considerably compared to before.

This woman who appeared out of nowhere is absolutely terrifying.

"What? I finally got to enjoy myself, and you can't even handle it?"

A leisurely voice came from above. In mid-air, Morgan le Fay sat on a throne made of mercury, his pale golden eyes looking down at Eltrucci on the ground. His jade-like hand supported his cheek, his long legs were crossed, and beneath his black skirt, a hint of ivory-white skin was faintly revealed.

Dozens of magic arrays floated behind her, their intricate patterns enough to make one dizzy at a glance, and the terrifying aura emanating from them caused the void to tremble slightly.

"Stop getting cocky! I haven't lost yet!" Eltrucci said through gritted teeth, her heart filled with boundless grief and indignation.

She used to be the one sitting on the throne looking down on others, but she never expected that one day she would be looked at like that by others!

“Do you know? I’m actually a very pure magician. I’ll do anything to pursue power.” Morgan Lefebvre looked at his fair and slender fingers as if admiring a beautiful work of art: “Fantasy creatures, fairies, nightmares, giants, magicians… In order to explore the secrets of these creatures’ power, I use these hands to dissect their bodies completely.”

Her sexy red lips curved slightly into a faint smile: "This naturally includes the Dead Apostles as well."

Like an electric current surging up her spine to her brain, Eltrauge instantly stiffened.

Morgan le Fay lowered his head, looking at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips in his pale gold eyes: "Do you know how many Dead Apostles I've dissected by now?"

Eltrauge had never felt her throat so dry, like a lost soul wandering in the desert: "How...how much?"

"Actually, it's not that many. Even with my strict orders, we only found about five thousand in the end." Morgan Lefebvre sighed regretfully. "It's probably because the Kingdom of Onic has too few people, so it can't attract many Death Apostles."

"Gudong-"

Eltrauge's throat bobbed slightly, and a few beads of cold sweat appeared on her smooth forehead.