In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

In Britain, the Noble Phantasm Divine Key. Author: Milky Coffee

Summary:

This is the burial ground where the Age of Gods ended, this is the cradle where humanity began, this is... Britain.

To save Britain from its inevitable destruction, Anahn, carrying the Key of God, embarks on the path known as the Hero.

"Next, I'm going to launch a powerful attack. Let's see who will be the lucky one!"

Looking at the trembling gods before him, Anan raised the blazing Heavenly Fire of Annihilation in his hand, a harmless smile spreading across his face.

Chapter One: The Vicious Dog Blocking the Way

Is it really okay to do this?

"Oh, don't look so troubled. Black and white, prosperity and decline, are like the rising and setting of the sun. This is the most fundamental law of the world... Don't you think so?"

"I just... never mind, I understand."

……

……

"It failed."

"...Haha, I never thought that even a great sage like me could make a mistake. Alas, the nature of the world is indeed not such a simple thing."

"...What should we do with this child?"

"What can we do? You see it too, no breathing, no heartbeat, the blood is frozen in the veins like stone, there's no doubt about it—death. He no longer belongs here."

……

……

In a cold, deathly, and gloomy world where not a ray of light can be seen and even time seems to have stopped flowing, eerie spider lilies bloom in abundance, covering the vast, boundless black earth plains.

A mature woman dressed in a purple bodysuit, her wine-red eyes, as alluring as those of a spider lily, gazed at the swaddled infant before her—or rather, the baby lying peacefully asleep in the swaddled arms. A rare look of doubt appeared in her wise eyes.

"Why do children of the living appear in the world of the dead?"

She bent down and gently poked the baby's cheek as if touching the most precious diamond in the world.

"Hmm... I don't know what happened, but—"

A smile appeared on her fairy-like, exquisite face, like a frozen glacier melting away to reveal a warm and gentle expression.

“From today onwards, you are my child. My name is Scáthach, and you will be called Anaun.”

"I will teach you until you become a powerful warrior, until—"

"You can kill me."

Sixteen years later.

The black-haired boy lay in a sea of ​​spider lilies, his hands behind his head, his legs crossed without any regard for appearances, chewing on a root, and gazing at the dark and gloomy sky.

Due to the lack of sunlight, his skin appeared sickly pale, but his eyes, on the contrary, were a deep, dark color like the sky, with scattered, fluffy particles resembling meticulously carved gems.

Without a doubt, this was a boy with black hair and black eyes.

This is very rare. There are quite a few people, whether Celts or Britons, who possess one of these characteristics, but he is the only one who has possessed both. Even the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, who possesses the wisdom of the Magic Mirror, has only ever seen him.

"It's still as boring as ever. I was hoping to find some fun or something."

This is obvious; this is the world of the dead, and death is a serious matter no matter where you are.

and so……

"It's time to go."

He propped himself up, patted the dirt off his body, picked up a spider lily, and walked toward the exit of the deadly realm.

call out!

A long red spear was planted in the ground in front of him, its lingering magic swirling around it like a stream of light, carrying a warning.

"Well……"

He stopped, tilted his head, and looked at the young man with blue hair walking towards him from a distance.

"Where do you think you're going, Yanan?" The young man casually waved his hand, and the red spear flew back into his hand. He casually slung it over his shoulder, and a frivolous smile appeared on his handsome face. "It seems you haven't finished your training for today."

“Ah, Cú Chulainn…” A headache appeared on Yanan’s face.

The Cú Chulainn before me is not the true Child of Light. The real Cú Chulainn died long ago in the Second Musni Plain Massacre, killed by his own Geis.

However, after that, he was summoned back to the Land of Shadows by his master.

Although he was the son of God, he could not break free from the shackles of the dead and leave this world of death.

"Shouldn't you still be sleeping?"

“A true fierce dog can react promptly to its surroundings even when it is asleep. Although I look like this, don’t underestimate me,” said the Child of Light from Ireland.

Yanan sighed.

This was a rare opportunity. Scáthach went out to capture those wandering undead, and the guard dog was resting. The gate to escape the dead was like a maiden taking off her clothes, opening wide to him without any warning.

However, he underestimated Cú Chulainn's vigilance and was discovered as soon as he got close.

Although it is a spirit, this hound of Kulin is no less formidable than it was in life. In fact, under Scáthach's tutelage, it shows signs of reaching even greater heights.

He looked behind Cú Chulainn, where the gate to escape the dead lay.

“Go back, Anan. Although you’ve chosen a good time, I’m sorry, this road is blocked.”

A wicked smile spread across Cú Chulainn's face.

Confined to this world of the dead, he lost the chance to return to that world, so training Scáthach's adopted son became one of his few hobbies.

Moreover, Yanan's progress was nothing short of miraculous. Every time he sparred with him, it brought a different kind of surprise. Only at those times would the warrior's passion rekindle in his veins, bringing warmth to his cold body.

Therefore, even without Scáthach's instructions, he would not have let Anaun leave.

"Do you really have to stand in my way, Cú Chulainn?" Yanan sighed.

"Isn't this just a matter of course?" Cú Chulainn twirled his spear beautifully, his seemingly frail body exuding an aura as imposing as a mountain.

"I see..." A red spear appeared in Anahn's hand, and his body rushed forward like an arrow. "But I'm sorry, I have a reason to go out."

Clang clang clang clang...

The weapons forged from the bones of sea monsters sparked with metallic flashes as the two clashed like whirlwinds, their superb marksmanship as effortless as eating and drinking.

This is true, unparalleled martial arts.

“That’s it! Yanan, you certainly didn’t disappoint me!” A scorching flame burned in his crimson eyes, and the warrior’s blood boiled again in his lifeless body. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were a guy who could bring surprises.”

"Please spare me, a man's confession is just too much for me to handle." Anaen smiled, but his hand did not stop for a moment, and he thrust it straight at Cú Chulainn's heart.

"I can't imagine what fun this world of the Dead would be without you." Cú Chulainn deflected Yanan's attack, creating a distance of more than ten meters between them, a cheerful smile appearing on his face. "So from now on, I won't hold back anymore."

Like a long-suppressed volcano erupting again, its rising momentum, carrying a scarlet magic, soared into the sky, slicing through the surrounding air like a guillotine.

However, at this moment, Yanan suddenly put away the spear in his hand.

Cú Chulainn's breath hitched slightly, and he frowned as he asked, "What do you mean by this? Are you planning to give up?"

“Of course not,” Yanan smiled and snapped his fingers lightly. “It’s just that there’s no need for this battle to continue.”

"What did you say..."

A green light shot up from beneath his feet, completely enveloping Cú Chulainn's body.

Chapter Two: Escape from the Land of Shadows

Ancient runes seeped from the black soil like blood, and the power of ether permeated the air, instantly imprisoning Cú Chulainn.

Looking at the words that seemed to encapsulate all the truths of the world, Cú Chulainn's eyes showed surprise.

"Primordial Runes?"

Yes, these are the runes that Odin, the king of the gods, obtained by sacrificing one of his own eyes to describe the secrets of the universe.

With the gradual demise of the Age of Gods, there are fewer and fewer beings who can fully master the primordial runes. The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom is one of them. Even compared to those ancient fairies hidden in secret realms, her mastery of runes is top-notch.

As Scáthach's adopted son, Cú Chulainn was not surprised that Anahn could use runes. What really puzzled him was why he, who also possessed runes, had not sensed any rune fluctuations.

These runes could not have been laid out by Anahn beforehand, otherwise he would have discovered them.

So...

"Being belligerent is your strength, but it is also your weakness. Once a vicious dog has its eye on its prey, it will not let go easily, but this can also make you overlook changes in your surroundings and accidentally fall into someone else's trap."

Anan pointed to the runes at Cú Chulainn's feet, a relaxed smile appearing on his face: "Don't make that mistake again next time, senior brother~"

"Humph."

Cú Chulainn curled his lip. It would be strange if he could be on guard against such a freak who could silently lay down runes while engaged in fierce combat.

Anan had never demonstrated his mastery of runes to him, so he was unaware that the other party was hiding such a trump card.

This guy really came prepared for this escape.

"After Mother returns, she will help you break the magic array. At that time, I'll be asking you to take the blame for Mother's anger, my dear senior brother."

Watching Anahn head towards the gate, Cú Chulainn rubbed his temples with a headache.

He thought he could defeat Yanan and force him to give up his idea of ​​leaving the Death Realm, but he never expected that due to his carelessness, he would fall into the trap of this brat.

The thought of his master's solemn instructions and exhortations before his passing caused even his dead body to tremble slightly.

I wonder how many more bullet holes I'll get this time.

Looking at the black gate ahead, filled with an aura of solitude, Yanan's eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement.

After so much preparation, finally, finally...

Finally, I can go out into the world!

He stretched out his trembling hand and gently placed it on the tightly closed door.