In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Everyone's gaze instinctively shifted to Yanan, who was seeing an arm that appeared to be made of silver in his hand.

"The treasure of King Danu Nuada, the Silver Arm, possessing the power to tear everything apart." Yanan looked at Kai, Duke Lukan, and Bedivere, and said calmly, "With your knowledge, you must have heard the legends about this weapon."

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The three of them swallowed hard, exchanged glances, and saw intense horror in each other's eyes.

“And another thing…” Yanan casually reached out, and a golden greatsword emerged from the void, its mysterious and ancient aura swirling slightly, causing the surrounding void to distort strangely. “The golden sword that brings victory, Krausolas, you should be familiar with this one, right?”

Boom!

Kay and the Duke of Lukan collapsed to the ground, their faces blank. Even Bedivere, usually so calm, stared blankly into space, his expression lost in thought.

Artoria sighed silently; she had anticipated this scene long ago.

Lancelot blinked in confusion. Was it really necessary for these three people to react so strongly?

"Seriously, their mental fortitude is too weak."

Yanan shook his head slightly and snapped his fingers.

Yu Duchen's mental power spread out, and the three of them trembled, instantly regaining their senses.

“It’s one thing for Duke Lukan and Bedivere to react so strongly, but Kai, you’ve been to Avalon before, how could you be so disgraceful?” Yanan said.

Kai gave a helpless, bitter laugh.

Can these two things be compared?

In terms of brand recognition alone, Avalon and Nuada are worlds apart!

Moreover, they went to Avalon only to get Lily to draw her sword, but when they got there, Anan actually killed the Danu God King and stole his weapon!

If this gets out, the entire British Isles will be shaken!

Who is Nuada? He's the god of war in Celtic legend, the king of the gods!

Anyone living in Britain has heard of Nuada's formidable reputation.

The people who pioneered the way of chivalry were inspired by Nuada's deeds and aspired to become as powerful as this king of the gods, which is why they embarked on the path known as knighthood!

Therefore, Nuada has always held a very high position in the hearts of every British knight, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is a pillar of their spirit.

But today, this pillar of support has completely collapsed!

Chapter 47 The Last Counterattack of the Age of Gods!

"This...is this really the legendary Nuada's divine sword and silver arm?"

Duke Lukan's voice was incredibly dry; he had never felt his heart beating so fast, as if it were about to explode!

This is simply unbelievable! The legendary invincible god-king could actually be dethroned by mortals?!

“So that means…” Bedivere took a deep breath and said solemnly, “Your Majesty, you killed Nuada with your own hands, didn’t you?”

“That’s right.” Yanan nodded slightly.

“But…” Bedivere frowned slightly, “In mythology, Nuada was clearly killed by the evil eye demon king Balor, so how did he resurrect?”

"I have already guessed about this," Yanan said calmly. "If I am not mistaken, someone is probably plotting to revive the Age of Gods."

Revive the Age of Gods!

It was like a bomb exploding in their hearts, leaving everyone stunned and speechless.

"The reappearance of the mythical species from the Age of Gods, the resurrection of the King of the Gods—these things cannot all be simple coincidences." Anan tapped the armrest of the table lightly, a thoughtful look appearing in his dark eyes. "The creatures from the Age of Gods cannot survive in this era because the [True Aether] here is too scarce, simply insufficient to sustain their survival."

"The appearance of these fantasy species and gods now indicates that either someone has found a way to make them adapt to this era, or they have provided them with the environment they need."

“When I fought Nuada, I found that he was still using his own power. This proves that they are not in tune with this era, but they can still unleash their full strength at will.”

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Bedwell's face: "Then doesn't that mean...?"

“That’s right.” Yanan nodded, looked around at everyone, and said slowly and deliberately, “This means that in the future, we will probably encounter even more gods.”

"!!"

Everyone looked at each other, clearly quite shocked by those words.

"Your Majesty, do you mean that our future enemies may all be from the legendary gods?" Duke Lukan swallowed hard. Compared to the momentous event of the revival of the Age of Gods, the resurrection of Nuada didn't shock him as much.

"The demise of the Age of Gods is an inevitable trajectory of the times. Can anyone really do such a thing?" Lancelot frowned. It was clear that although he had grown up in Avalon, he was not completely ignorant of the outside world.

“Although I also find it incredible, isn’t the truth now laid bare before us?” Anahn said, pointing to the golden sword and silver arm on the table.

“But perhaps this really is just a simple coincidence?” Kai forced a stiff smile. “Nuada, Chimera, Mountain Giants… to conclude that the Age of Gods has revived based on just these clues, isn’t that a bit of an overreaction? This kind of thing doesn’t seem like something this era could accomplish.”

He was still reluctant to acknowledge the terrifying hypothesis of the resurgence of the gods. If that were true, it would not only involve Camelot and Britain, but would have a disruptive impact on the entire world!

Yanan turned to look at Kai, his dark pupils unfathomable.

“Although I don’t know exactly how all this happened, I’m not saying this to scare you.” His voice lowered slightly, “but rather it’s something that is actually happening right now.”

On his way back, he suddenly remembered something, and it was this very thing that gave him the idea that someone was trying to revive the Age of Gods.

He still clearly remembered that when he seized the opportunity to escape the Land of Shadows, he was almost blocked by Scáthach who had returned. Just when he was about to despair, the Evil Eye Lord Balor suddenly woke up!

He initially thought it was just a simple coincidence, but now it's clear that someone did it on purpose!

Someone is trying to revive Balor, which is why it suddenly awoke in the Land of Shadows!

The signs of trouble had already appeared back then!

The Land of Shadows is the final resting place of death, where countless ancient gods and powerful beings are buried. But as long as that queen remains there, the boundary between life and death will not be broken!

Although Nuada was killed by Balor in mythology, for some reason, he does not exist in the Land of Shadows.

It is probably for this reason that this god-king was given the opportunity to be resurrected.

No one can say for sure whether there will be another god like Nuada who has been confirmed dead but ultimately did not return to the Land of Shadows.

Besides this, Yanan actually had an even bolder guess in his mind, but because he was worried that it would be too shocking, he did not plan to say it for the time being.

“Remember, when facing an enemy, you must prepare for the worst in advance.” He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Kai. “Never take any chances.”

Kai shuddered and lowered his head: "Yes, teacher. I was wrong."

Yanan nodded slightly and looked at Duke Lukan: "Send someone to the Kingdom of Ghana and give them five days to surrender and swear allegiance to Camelot. If they fail to do so, I will lead a large army to wipe out Ghana."

A hint of reluctance appeared on Artoria's face. Zhang Kai seemed to want to say something, but suddenly noticed that Lanmarok turned to look at him and shook his head slightly.

A complex emotion flickered in her azure eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then sighed, nodded, and said nothing.

"In addition, you can now send people out to spread the news of the victory on the Great Plains. Remember, it must be spread as far as possible," Yanan continued.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Duke Lukan agreed without hesitation, his heart filled with barely suppressed excitement.

After this battle, Anan's throne is practically secure, and as loyal subjects of the new king, the Lucan family's status will inevitably rise accordingly.

He has now completely put the matter of the Age of Gods' revival out of his mind; at this moment, only the tangible benefits right in front of him are real!

Besides, even if the Age of Gods really does revive, so what? There are always tall people to hold up the sky when it falls. Since the king has already killed the legendary God of War, the worst that can happen is that he will just kill a few more gods.

Yanan stood up, his dark eyes sweeping over the crowd, and said in a deep voice:

"I no longer have time to deal with those rats lurking in the shadows, because what we are about to face may be the final and strongest counterattack from the Age of Gods."

"Our enemy is a legendary, incredibly powerful god. Therefore, I must quickly unite all available forces and prepare for war. I will spare no effort, no matter what means are required!"

"This is a very difficult road, and our efforts will determine where this road will ultimately lead."

"Gentlemen, are you confident that you will accompany me on this journey?"

Except for Lancelot, everyone else knelt on one knee without hesitation, hands to their chests, and said in unison:

"Your will is my mission!"

Chapter Forty-Eight: The True Face of the Person Behind the Scenes

After everyone left the study, Anan sat down again, leaned back in his chair, and said calmly:

"Everyone's already gone, aren't you planning to come out?"

After a moment of silence, a familiar voice rang out.

"Oh dear, as expected, my clumsy little tricks can't fool Your Majesty's discerning eyes."

Pink petals fell from the void, and Merlin's figure appeared, a carefree smile on his face.

"No amount of flattery can change my urge to punch you in the face," Yanan said nonchalantly.

"Well, I think it's best not to do that. If someone as handsome as me gets hurt, it would be a loss for the whole world," Merlin said with an embarrassed smile.

“I’ve already heard from Kai that you knew I would run into Eltrucci and Nuada this time, right?”

Merlin shrugged: "Since it's the new king's first battle, it naturally needs more twists and turns to be interesting. If it ends so easily, it would be too boring, wouldn't it?"

He cleared his throat, mimicking the tone of a bard, "[The King of Man and the King of God clashed swords in the sky, their flashes like world-destroying thunder. The fantastical beings of the divine age lurked menacingly, monsters that swarmed the sky, seeing humanity as food. Guided by the King, mortal warriors, with courage and faith, raised their weapons, drove away the crimson evil moon, and brought the light of victory.]"

Whether it was due to special training or innate talent, Merlin's recitation of this poem sounded surprisingly good, especially with his deliberately lowered tone and the interspersed Old English, which gave it an epic and magnificent feel.

Merlin always manages to produce unexpected results in these kinds of flashy things, and in that respect, he certainly lives up to his title of "Magician of Flowers".

"For those knights who have struggled back from the brink of death, this epic battle, like a myth, is the only one truly worthy of their glory!" Merlin's expression was as serious as a pyramid scheme leader recruiting new members, and his firm words were full of convincing persuasive power.

Yanan glanced at him sideways: "Do you think I'll let you off the hook with an excuse like that?"

Merlin's expression instantly fell, like a pyramid scheme leader finally realizing he'd been fooling a policeman.

"Then what does Your Majesty intend to do? You're not really planning to beat me up, are you?" he said dejectedly.

“Kay told me he plans to beat you up next time we meet, so I’m going to give him this first chance.” Anan’s tone was calm and collected. With a casual gesture, the golden sword Krausolas and the silver arm on the table suddenly stood upright and hovered in mid-air.

"This time, to make amends for your mistake, please apply several layers of seals to these two weapons."

Merlin's eyes flickered slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face: "It seems that Your Majesty does not intend to use these two weapons yourself."

“I don’t need weapons at all,” Yanan shook his head slightly. “It’s better to give them to others who need them more.”

Although both Krauss and the Silver Arm are quite good weapons, at least A+ level by Noble Phantasm standards, they are just so-so to him.

The Divine Keys are top-tier weapons, and they are in no way inferior to ultimate weapons like Excalibur, which is at the pinnacle of holy swords.

He already possesses three Divine Keys, and many more await him in the future, so there's absolutely no need for him to try and acquire other weapons.