In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Your Majesty, what exactly is that dragon...?" After a brief moment of shock, Bedivere and the others turned their gazes to Anann in unison.

“We’ll discuss the specifics later,” Yanan smiled slightly. “For now, let’s just watch this show unfold.”

"How is this possible..." On the fortress, Lox looked at the huge black dragon, his face turning deathly pale.

He couldn't understand even if he put his head in the toilet, where Camelot got a dragon from!

"I refuse to believe this is happening!" Lox gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with madness. "Dragons have been gone for thousands of years, how could they suddenly appear in a place like this! This must be an illusion created by those magicians! Mountain Giant, shoot that thing down!"

“WU——”

As if a mountain giant made of rock roared, it picked up stones the size of carriages and hurled them at the black dragon.

A chilling glint flashed in Nidhogg's black dragon eyes. With a flick of its massive wings, a fierce gale arose, blowing all the stones back and smashing them into huge craters in the ground, killing many chimeras in the process.

"No way..." A hint of despair appeared in Lox's eyes.

Nidhogg was furious. She was already in a bad mood, and these lumps of stone dared to throw stones at her. It was a direct challenge to her dignity!

Moreover, these guys are the henchmen of that mixed-elemental dragon who stole 40% of her power!

This is absolutely unacceptable!

"A mere bunch of uncivilized monkeys!" she roared, looking up at the sky. "Let them witness what true death is!"

She opened her ferocious mouth, and a black, fiery breath burst forth with a roar. The intense heat caused the void to distort slightly as it roared toward the high mountain ahead.

"Ow-!!"

In that scorching breath, all the mountain giants and chimeras only had time to let out a desperate roar before they were instantly burned into nothingness, their bones completely melted away.

After one round of exhalation, nearly half of the entire mountain was completely destroyed. The scalding lava flowed slowly down, everything vanished, and no life remained.

“What terrifying power…” Lancelot’s eyes showed intense horror. He originally thought that this black dragon was just an ordinary dragon, but now it seems that this is not the case at all!

This level of power far surpasses that of ordinary gods!

In his memory, only a black dragon possessed this level of power—

Nidhogg, the desperate dragon that devours the world!

He turned to look at Yanan and couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart. He never expected that this man could even easily control Nidhogg.

After exhaling a round of breath, Nidhogg felt much better. He then turned his head to look at Eagle Fortress on the mountaintop and opened his mouth again.

Seeing the black flames brewing in the giant dragon's mouth, Lox collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair, a bitter smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"It's over..."

boom--!!!

The blazing black flames surged forth and instantly engulfed his figure.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Nidhogg really went for it!

Nidhogg's two breaths killed the war this time.

The raging fire burned for three days and three nights, turning not only Eagle Fortress but the entire mountain into scorched earth.

The land within a two-mile radius has been tainted by Nidhogg's death power, and it will be impossible for any life to be born here for at least three to five hundred years.

And this was even when she was deliberately controlling her own power.

According to the soldiers who were later responsible for clearing the battlefield, when they entered Eagle Fortress, all that was left inside, besides charred stones, was a pile of ashes, which was three fingers thick.

Throughout British history, no war has ever been so bloody and brutal.

An army of 50,000 men was wiped out in less than a month. Even on a global scale, this can be considered an incredible war.

News of the Northern Alliance's defeat quickly spread throughout Britain, and no one expected that the war would end in such a way.

Camelot was able to command a legendary dragon that had disappeared thousands of years ago!

Considering the previous rumors of King Arthur's mysterious disappearance, many people speculated that this black dragon was probably closely related to King Arthur's disappearance.

Then someone suddenly suggested that King Arthur also had the title of the Chosen King, and that the reason he disappeared at that time was actually to seek the way to win the war from God, and then God gave him this black dragon.

This idea quickly spread like wildfire throughout Britain. Even those who were not Camelot's subjects had the concept of "King Arthur = the chosen king" deeply imprinted in their minds and unconsciously felt awe for this legendary king.

The appearance of the dragon also caused quite a stir in the alliance of nations. King Gwent and King Dehebas were very dissatisfied with King Arthur because of what happened at the coronation ceremony, and even planned to take revenge on Camelot during this expedition to the North.

Upon hearing this news, the two kings had nightmares all night. The first thing they did upon waking was to immediately abandon their plans to take revenge on Camelot and send him very generous gifts.

As rulers of a nation, neither of them were fools. Now, it was clear to everyone that Camelot's strength was on a completely different level from theirs, and had even far surpassed his peak strength fifteen years ago.

Anyone who dares to provoke the chosen king at this time is truly courting death.

"It looks like the results are pretty good." Looking at the report in his hand, Yanan nodded in satisfaction.

“I still don’t quite understand why you said I was some kind of divine beast sent by God to help you, and why you had people spread this message,” Nidhogg asked, puzzled.

“Then let me ask you a question.” Yanan adjusted his posture, leaning back leisurely in his chair. “What do you think is the most powerful weapon in the world?”

“Uh, the most powerful weapon…” Nidhogg bit his fingernails, his brows furrowing slightly. “Gungnir? Mjolnir? Fenrir’s teeth? Jormungandr’s poison?”

“None of those.” Yanan shook his head and tapped his temple. “This is the most powerful weapon in the world.”

Nidhogg blinked, stepped forward, and gently tapped Yanan on the head, muttering, "Doesn't seem that hard?"

"I'm talking about wisdom!" Yanan was exasperated. "And can you please stop playing around?"

Nidhogg chuckled awkwardly, quickly withdrawing his hand from Yanan's hair. "Um, you just said that wisdom is the most powerful weapon in the world? Hmm, that does make some sense. But what does that have to do with what you're doing?"

"If I told you that I could take over the entire Southern Territory without firing a single shot, would you believe me?" Yanan said calmly.

“Do you take me for a fool?” Nidhogg rolled his eyes. “Of course I can’t believe something like that.”

“In that case, let’s make another bet.” A mysterious smile played on Yanan’s lips. “If I can take the Southern Territory without losing a single soldier, then you can extend your time as my servant by ten years. If I lose, those original ten years will be wiped clean, and from now on you can go wherever you want. How about it?”

Bang bang—!

Nidhogg's heart suddenly pounded.

"...Are you serious?"

“Of course, I never joke about things like this,” Yanan said casually.

Nidhogg clenched his teeth, his dark eyes flashing wildly.

Yanan looked at him with a smile, appearing completely unhurried.

After an unknown amount of time, Nidhogg took a deep breath and said, "I refuse."

"Oh?"

Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly. Had this guy finally learned his lesson?

“I want to change the bet!” Nidhogg pointed his finger at Anan’s nose. “If I lose, I will be your servant for a hundred years! But if you lose, not only will the original ten years be null and void, but you will also be my servant for a hundred years!”

How could she possibly let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Cancel it all? It's not that simple!

She wanted to make this man pay for all the grievances she had suffered over the years!

She's risking the dignity of the Dragon of Despair; she absolutely cannot lose!

Yanan paused slightly, his expression turning somewhat strange: "Um... are you sure you want to do this?"

Hmph, so you've finally learned to be afraid?

A smug glint flashed in Nidhogg's eyes: "Wasn't this the bet you proposed? What, are you scared to bet now?"

“Since you’ve put it that way, then…” Yanan shrugged, “I accept the bet.”

"You said it yourself, so don't go back on your word if you lose." Nidhogg raised his little fist defiantly and snorted, "Otherwise, I'll make you pay!"

“Don’t worry, since I promised, I will definitely do it. You’ve been by my side for so long, you couldn’t possibly not know that,” Yanan said.

"Hmph, that's more like it." Nidhogg's lips curled into a pleased smile.

Am I being too unreasonable...? Well, whatever, it was her who proposed the bet, it has nothing to do with me... Yanan shook his head and picked up the teacup on the table.

"Huh? It's gone?" He paused for a moment, looking at the empty teacup.

Almost the instant he finished speaking, two teapots appeared in front of him.

"Please let me do it!" x2

Slud and Yulina said in unison.

I knew this would happen... Yanan's lips twitched slightly.

“I was the one who spoke first this time!” Yulina glared at Slud with dissatisfaction.

"So what?" Slud snorted. "Last time, when Master asked me to deliver a message, you intercepted it halfway there."

"Isn't it because you're clumsy? What if you delay your master's business?"

"Huh? You have the nerve to say that to me? Who was it that almost knocked over the ink bottle while wiping the table?"

"That was just an accident!" Yulina said, embarrassed and annoyed. "Besides, do you even know how to make tea?"

"Hmph, what do you think a Valkyrie is? It's just such a simple technique, a piece of cake for me." Slud scoffed dismissively, proudly patting the teapot in her hand. "The tea I brew is a thousand times better than yours!"

"You said the same thing when you made the cake last time, and what happened? Was that even a cake? I think it could be used to build a city wall!" Yulina sneered.

"But Miss Artoria still ate it!"

"When have you ever seen Miss Artoria have anything she can't eat?"

"enough!"

Yanan slammed his hand on the table, and the two women immediately fell silent.

Yanan sighed. He didn't know if it was because their horoscopes were incompatible or if the Valkyrie and the Dead Apostle were just naturally incompatible. In any case, from the first day they met, the two of them disliked each other and were always competing with each other in various ways.

Scenes like this happen several times a day.

He took the teapot from their hands and poured half of it into each of their cups: "Is this alright now?"

Slud and Yulina exchanged a glance, snorted, and turned their heads away.

"It's so lively!"

Artoria entered carrying a basket, her dark golden eyes scanning the room: "Are you discussing something?"