In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

He traced the runes of [Primal Rune - Space] again, intending to connect to the outside world, but suddenly felt a strange force blocking the runes back!

A look of surprise flashed across Anan's eyes. The original rune had actually been stopped?

"Nidhogg, is there some kind of seal that allows entry into the Norse kingdom but not exit?" he asked in his mind.

"Hmm? No, this place has been abandoned for thousands of years. Apart from the rules that suppress my true form, where else is there a seal?" Nidhogg asked in confusion.

Anan frowned. If it wasn't due to the Norse kingdoms themselves, then it could only mean that this power came from somewhere else.

He was almost 80% certain that the person who did this was the same guy who had broken into the divine realm before them and tried to erase the coordinates.

But how exactly did he do it?

The original runes were already top-tier magic, only a step away from magic beyond the rules, yet this power was able to stop the original runes, which can only prove that its level is higher than the original runes.

"Could it really be the Gemstone Elder?" he muttered to himself, then shook his head. "Impossible. With that old man's temperament, he wouldn't do something so pointless."

He pondered to himself, his thoughts boiling like magma, but he still couldn't find any clues.

"It seems we'll have to resort to other methods."

Anan closed his eyes, mobilized the power of Feather Dust, and simulated a personality for himself that abandoned all distractions and emotions and maintained absolute rationality. He carefully recalled every detail of this incident in order to find out the hidden truth.

The whole process is like a calculation: creating formulas, importing data, setting variables, and repeatedly deriving...

After hundreds of failures, Yanan finally discovered an unusual variable—

time!

"The timing of that mysterious person's entry into the Norse kingdom was too coincidental, coinciding with the war between the Northern Alliance and Hadrian's Wall. According to deduction, the probability of these two events colliding is only 37.34%."

"The possibility that the Kingdoms of Kent, Sussex, and Wessex betrayed Vortigern and secretly assembled a coalition to attack Hadrian's Wall is only 2.13%. The remaining 97.87% probability is that these three kingdoms launched the war on Vortigern's orders."

"Assuming Yulina hadn't told me this beforehand, and considering the relative strengths of both sides, the probability of the 40,000-strong Northern coalition successfully breaching Hadrian's Wall is 26.34%; the probability of total annihilation is 3.73%; and the probability of a stalemate until they are forced back by the reinforcements I sent is 69.93%."

"In conclusion, there is a 73.37% probability that Vortigern launched this war not to breach Hadrian's Wall, but to divert my attention."

"Based on the above conclusions, the probability that Vortigern was the mysterious person is 20.73%."

"Introducing the variable [Resurrected Gods], the probability that Vortigern is the Mysterious Man rises to 35.73%."

"Introducing the variable [Nidhogg], the probability that Vortigern is the Mystic rises to 50.64%."

"Introducing the variable [suspected possession of a mysterious power capable of resurrecting the God-King], the probability that Vortigern is the mysterious figure rises to 73.29%."

As the chilling thoughts gradually faded, Anan slowly opened his eyes, raised his head, and his deep black eyes seemed to pierce through the heavy, leaden sky, seeing the cage that shrouded this divine kingdom.

"I never imagined you were the one manipulating all of this, Vortigern," Yanan muttered to himself. "Could it be that you really came for the Dragon of Despair?"

"You mean that guy is after my true form!?" Nidhogg felt a chill run down his spine.

Yanan nodded slightly: "You are the Despair Dragon who ended the Age of Gods, and Vortigern's goal is precisely to revive the Age of Gods. There is indeed a very high possibility that he came here for you."

Nidhogg panicked immediately: "What are we waiting for! Let's go! If that guy succeeds, I'll never live again!"

“Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen,” Yanan replied.

He turned to look at Artoria, who was still looking dejected, and sighed, "Alright, since you're already here, you'd better cheer up. Let me warn you, this was once the land of the Norse gods. Although it has declined, it is still very dangerous. So remember, follow my orders and don't wander off, understand?"

Artoria's azure eyes lit up instantly, and a sweet smile curved her lips slightly:

"Yes, teacher!"

Chapter 18 Artoria's Lap Pillow (Two-in-One)

On a towering mountain that seemed to touch the sky, Vortigern, clad in white armor, slowly opened his eyes, his gleaming golden vertical pupils filled with ruthless indifference.

"They really did come..."

"Are you referring to the new king of Camelot?" Zhu Yue, standing to the side in a long court dress, asked.

Vortigern nodded slightly: "The war at Hadrian's Wall didn't hold him back after all. Well, since the opportunity has come, let's keep him here."

Zhu Yue hesitated for a moment: "But aren't you worried about the person behind him...?"

“I have already separated this place from the outside world. Even if there really is that great sage standing behind him, he won’t be able to interfere for the time being,” Vortigern said calmly. “After I finish dealing with important matters, I’ll go and meet him.”

"I hope my nephew won't be too surprised when he meets his second uncle."

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"Teacher, where are we now?" Artoria asked curiously, looking around.

As Merlin's disciple, she was naturally familiar with Norse mythology.

Legend has it that the Norse kingdom is divided into nine worlds, supported by the World Tree, Yggdrasil, which originated in the "past," flourished in the "present," and extended into the infinite "future." Its leaves are said to be eternally green, its branches support the weight of the entire universe, and its roots permeate the entire world.

Looking at this desolate scene, Artoria thought to herself, "We must be in Watt Alheim, the land of dwarves, or Jotunheim, the land of giants."

Then she heard Yanan's eerie voice: "This is... Asgard."

Artoria stared in astonishment at the gray sky above her head and the barren land beneath her feet, completely unable to believe that this was the magnificent kingdom of the legendary Aesir gods.

"Alright, stop thinking about it." Yanan stepped forward and gently patted her head. "Let's go."

Artoria nodded obediently: "Teacher, where are we going next?"

“Let’s go to…” Yanan gazed at the distant horizon: “Helheim.”

According to Norse mythology, Nidhogg, the dragon of despair, dwells year-round at the bottom of the World Tree, in the legendary land of the dead, Helheim.

Anaen sketched out the primordial runes, intending to open a passage directly to Helheim, but suddenly felt a strange force blocking his way.

This power is completely different from the one that Vortigern seems to have mastered. It gives off a colder and more ancient aura, and it is very targeted, as if it exists specifically to resist the primordial runes.

“This is a restriction that Hela specifically set up to counter Odin,” Nidhogg said helplessly. “Even when Odin was alive, he couldn’t break through it.”

Yanan frowned: "So much time has passed, how come this restriction still exists?"

“Although Hela is a madwoman, she is still the Queen of the Underworld. This restriction was built upon the foundation of the Underworld, which means that as long as Helheim exists, this restriction will never dissipate,” Nidhogg explained.

"So how do we get there now?"

Asgard is at the top of the World Tree, while Helheim is at the bottom. If you just walk there, you'll probably miss the boat.

“The Rainbow Bridge,” Nidhogg said without hesitation. “Through the Rainbow Bridge, we can reach Helheim.”

Yanan paused slightly. The Rainbow Bridge is a landmark in Norse mythology. It is a huge rainbow bridge connecting Asgard and Midgard, also known as the "Shaky Road to Heaven". It is said that the gods of the Aesir would come to the Urd Spring next to the World Tree every day to hold a meeting along the Rainbow Bridge.

“The Rainbow Bridge is the lifeblood of the World Tree, connecting to any location in the Nine Realms. If Hela were still alive, she might have been able to stop it, but now that she's dead, no one can stop it,” Nidhogg said.

"But if I remember correctly, the Rainbow Bridge should have been destroyed by the giants, right?" Anahn asked doubtfully.

“How could the Rainbow Bridge be destroyed so easily?” Nidhogg scoffed. “As I just said, the Rainbow Bridge is the lifeblood of the World Tree. As long as it is infused with enough life force, it can regenerate on its own. Isn’t your spear just the right tool for that?”

Anan's eyes lit up slightly. It was impossible to repair the World Tree with the power of the Black Abyss White Flower, but if it was just a vein, that wouldn't be a problem.

Just as he was about to tell Artoria about it, the sky suddenly darkened.

Anan and Artoria simultaneously looked up and saw a colossal eagle, as large as a dragon, swooping down towards them from the high sky. Its bright yellow eyes flashed with a mad and violent light, and its feathers shone with a metallic luster as if cast from molten iron. Its enormous body brought a heavy pressure like that of a demon god.

Clearly, this is a fantasy species that far surpasses the Chimera!

Artoria's expression turned solemn. She instantly summoned Excalibur, but before she could even make a move, more than ten golden spears with long chains shot out and headed straight for the giant eagle.

"Wow!!"

The giant eagle let out a fierce cry, its sharp, gleaming talons reaching for the golden spears.

It is the king of the sky, so why would it fear these tiny things that are not even as big as a fingernail?

*Puff puff puff—!*

The golden spear pierced through the giant eagle's body in an instant, and a large spray of blood mist burst out. Those feathers, which were stronger than bronze, were as fragile as paper in front of these spears!

A look of obvious panic appeared in the giant eagle's eyes. It flapped its wings frantically, but the golden spears were like nails firmly embedded in its body, and it could not break free no matter what it did.

Splash...

The golden chains trailing behind the spears seemed to come alive, twisting and wrapping around the giant eagle's wings. The eagle tried to struggle, but suddenly felt as if it were carrying a mountain on its back, and couldn't muster any strength at all.

boom!

The giant eagle plummeted from mid-air with a deafening crash, creating a huge crater in the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

call--

Artoria activated the Wind King Barrier, clearing away all the dust. She glanced at the dying giant eagle in the center of the pit, then at the calm and collected Anahn beside her, a hint of sadness appearing in her holy blue eyes.

A monster that would be a challenge even for her was as helpless as an infant in the teacher's hands.

The gap between her and her teacher is widening...

Anan walked toward the giant eagle, and suddenly his palm ignited with black flames filled with an ominous aura. The eagle seemed to sense something and its body trembled violently.

"Don't be afraid, it'll only hurt for a moment."

With a harmless smile on his face, Yanan stepped forward and placed his palm, which was burning with black flames, on the giant eagle's forehead.

The giant eagle let out a weak cry, and its originally bright yellow eyes were gradually replaced by black, giving it a strangely eerie appearance.

Once the power of Jizo's Soul had completely corrupted the giant eagle, Anan withdrew his hand and retrieved all the chains binding the eagle. He then used the power of the Black Abyss White Flower to heal all the eagle's injuries.

The giant eagle flapped its wings, stood up again, and lowered its head affectionately like a pet, rubbing against Yanan.

Anan patted the giant eagle's head, then turned to Artoria and smiled:

"It looks like our journey will be a little easier from now on."

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Above the gray clouds, a colossal eagle, as large as a dragon, flapped its wings, which blotted out the sky. Each flap of its wings covered a distance of hundreds of miles, and it flew away into the distance like lightning.

"Having a mount is so convenient," Yanan sighed softly, lying comfortably on the giant eagle's back. "It's been so long since I've felt this relaxed."

Since taking the throne, he has had to deal with a lot of affairs every day, and he hardly has a moment to rest. During the most difficult period, he could only sleep for two hours a day before he had to continue to sit at his desk and devote himself to his busy work.

He himself could hardly remember the last time he had been able to lie in a place so easily, without thinking about anything, was when he last did it.

Is it in the Land of Shadows? In Tyler Bill's territory? Or... Lucamont...?

The scene before my eyes began to blur little by little, and my consciousness seemed to sink into the sea, gradually becoming silent.