In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

A jet-black spear grazed its body, leaving an unhealable black wound.

The white dragon looked ahead in shock and anger. A man clad in azure silver armor and carrying a white cloak was hovering in mid-air. He had a handsome face and a majestic aura. His pure black eyes were like calm pools of water, or like a bottomless abyss that could devour everything, staring at it.

Standing next to the man was a tall woman wearing a pale silver lion armor. Her dazzling golden hair was piled up behind her head. Her eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and her demeanor was solemn and murderous. She held a gun in one hand and a sword in the other. Her sky-blue skirt fluttered in the wind, and her clear, holy blue eyes, like lake water, were filled with an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty.

They caught up so quickly!?

Bai Long's emotions were surging like a tidal wave until he saw the complex runes floating in front of Yanan. Only then did he suddenly remember that this guy was actually a magician!

Damn it, I forgot about this... Bai Long's eyes flashed, and he turned and ran away without hesitation.

However, at this moment, a loud crashing sound rang out, and more than a dozen golden spears dragging chains suddenly thrust forward, sweeping towards the white dragon like serpents.

Knowing how strange this thing was, the white dragon dared not let it entangle him. He flew and dodged, his huge body displaying agility no less than that of a swift, dodging the chains' repeated attacks.

However, at this moment, a tremendous force suddenly pressed down on the white dragon, as if it were carrying a heavy mountain on its back, causing it to slow down instantly.

It looked up in shock and anger, and saw a small, black sphere floating fifty meters above it, its immense weight causing noticeable ripples in the surrounding void.

Splash!

The sound of chains sliding echoed in the white dragon's ears like a death knell. It gritted its teeth, a resolute glint in its eyes, and its massive body emanated another unstable fluctuation.

Two or three breaths later—

boom--!!!

The white dragon's body exploded with a deafening roar that sent a powerful shockwave rippled through the surrounding area.

Anan extended his palm, and the fluctuations of magic spread out, forming a magical shield that blocked the oncoming shockwave.

The self-destruction of a two-thousand-meter dragon is not even in the same league as the self-destruction of a two-hundred-meter dragon. With his magical skills, he could easily stop it.

The splattered flesh and blood coalesced again, forming a white dragon that was not much smaller than before, and its aura was also weakened. It glared venomously at Anan, then turned around and burst into an even faster speed than before, rushing away into the distance.

"Ha, I'd like to see where you can run to."

Anan smirked and continued chasing after them with Artoria.

The chase lasted for three whole days. Every time Anaen and Artoria caught up, the white dragon would self-destruct without hesitation. This self-destruction would greatly weaken its strength, but it would also make its speed extremely fast for a short period of time, allowing it to create a greater distance.

However, once the acceleration period ends, Anan will quickly catch up again, forcing the white dragon to self-destruct once more.

It knew that under such circumstances, choosing to self-destruct would offer a glimmer of hope for survival, but if it fell into that guy's hands, it would be doomed forever!

If we keep dragging this out, as long as we drag it out until these guys are exhausted and their magic is depleted, the final victory will surely belong to them!

Under this continuous pull, they crossed the kingdoms of Northumbria and Mercia, and even almost caught up with the Wall in the North. However, the Wall garrison, which had already received the news, launched a fierce attack as soon as they saw the white dragon, forcing the white dragon to change direction and fly towards the kingdom of East Anglia.

“We’ve finally pushed it to this point.” Anahn narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to Artoria. “Vortigern’s immortality still lingers, but that shouldn’t be a problem for you. Go now, it’s your time to shine.”

Artoria hesitated slightly: "But teacher, this should have belonged to you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yanan raised his hand to interrupt her, smiling and saying, "Don't forget, this is something we discussed beforehand."

Artoria was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "I understand."

She whistled, and a moment later, a white horse flew from a distance and stopped beside her.

Artoria mounted her horse, her long, shapely legs clamping together. The East Starion let out a neighing sound, its nimble hooves pounding the air as it flew away into the distance.

Yanan stood silently in place, watching her departing figure.

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In the council chamber of the central castle in the capital of the Kingdom of East Anglia, rulers from the allied nations sat together, their faces filled with obvious anxiety.

"So many days have passed, and King Arthur's situation is still unresolved?" a king couldn't help but ask Bedivere.

Bedivere shook his head: "According to the message sent back by Her Highness the Princess, our King is still pursuing the White Dragon Vortigern."

The other kings exchanged glances and sighed in unison.

Three days ago, Bedivere told them about Vortigern's plan. At first, the group didn't quite believe it, thinking it was too far-fetched.

So Bedwell led them to the border of the Age of Gods, threw in a few prisoners, and then, in front of everyone, these Anglo-Saxons first looked pained, then their necks swelled up, their faces quickly turned red, then bluish-purple, and within three minutes, they were completely silent.

An autopsy determined that all of these individuals died of suffocation.

Now, the kings were speechless.

They originally thought that Vortigern's goal was simply to unify Britain. Although they could not tolerate it, they could at least choose to surrender to preserve their country if the time came, since that was not a rare thing in the current era.

But they never expected that Vortigern's true purpose was to destroy the entire Britain and bury all of humanity on the island, along with the entire era!

This is absolutely insane!

The kings felt a strong sense of regret. Had they known this would happen, they would have chosen to go north with King Uther to attack Vortigern more than twenty years ago, no matter what.

Fortunately, now there is a King Arthur who is even more powerful than King Uther. With his strength, he should be able to kill Vortigern.

The kings secretly comforted themselves.

boom!

The door was suddenly kicked open, and a soldier scrambled in, his face filled with terror, and cried out, "No...nothing good...there's...a giant white dragon...flying this way!"

A white dragon!

The kings were startled, their eyes filled with intense horror, and they all turned their gazes to Bedivere: "That...that could be...?"

Bedivere frowned slightly, stood up and strode out, with the kings quickly following behind him.

The group climbed to the outer edge of the castle and looked into the distance. On the distant horizon, they saw a white figure flying towards them. It had a ferocious dragon head, silver scales, and huge bone wings. It was a white dragon!

“It’s all over…” The kings’ faces were ashen, their eyes filled with despair.

In their view, this must mean that Vortigern had already killed King Arthur and was now coming to settle scores with them.

The thought that they would soon be reduced to ashes by the dragon's breath filled many people with overwhelming sadness.

I grieve for myself, for my country, for the people of this land...

"Even if I die, I will die standing!" A king gritted his teeth and turned to prepare to mobilize his army.

The other kings exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. Even though they knew the gods were incredibly powerful, they still had to try and compete!

Because they have no way out at all.

"Don't panic, everyone," Bedwell suddenly said. "Perhaps things haven't gotten to the worst point yet."

The kings' eyes lit up suddenly, their hopes rekindled, and they hurriedly asked, "You mean there's still a chance?"

Bedwell did not answer.

He remembered that in the message the princess sent him, she mentioned that Vortigern's white dragon body was over a thousand meters long, even larger than Prince Ned's true form. He had just estimated that the white dragon flying towards them was no more than fifty meters long.

This is clearly related to the king.

However, just to be on the safe side, he contacted Lancelot and Lanmarok, among others, and told them to prepare for battle.

The white dragon fled in a panic, but suddenly discovered that there were a lot of human presences in the city ahead.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to continue forward, when suddenly a familiar presence came from behind him.

Hmm, wait a minute, only one person? That guy isn't here?

A flicker of hesitation crossed its eyes. If that guy weren't around, it might be able to...

No! After so many self-destructions, my strength is extremely weak now, and I have very little immortality left. Moreover, this could very well be that guy's conspiracy!

With this thought in mind, the white dragon no longer hesitated and was about to change direction when a crimson feather suddenly flashed before its eyes.

With a loud bang, the anger that had been suppressed in Bailong's heart for three days suddenly erupted all at once, rushing straight to his mind, and his golden dragon eyes were instantly covered with a layer of blood.

Even without that guy, I don't dare to make a move. What kind of god am I?

He's just a human being, what's there to be afraid of!

I'll use this guy's life to make up for the humiliation I've suffered these past few days!

It turned around, let out an angry roar at Artoria, flapped its wings, and swooped forward, its chilling claws slashing down at Artoria's head.

"Hmph!" A cold snort came from under the Azure Silver Lion Helmet. Artoria swung her holy sword forward and immediately severed Vortigern's dragon claws at the root, golden blood splattering in the air.

"Roar—!!" The intense pain only fueled Vortigern's rage. It opened its massive maw and bit down at Artoria, but she instantly raised the Holy Lance Rungomminiad and unleashed a beam of light that pierced the white dragon's head through.

The white dragon's eyes gradually dimmed, and its massive body crashed down, creating a huge crater in the ground, sending dust flying everywhere.

A white beam of light shot out from the depths of the smoke and dust, soaring straight into the sky. Artoria, however, seemed to have anticipated this, and riding on the East Starion, she plunged downwards without hesitation.

"Radiance bursts forth at the edge of existence, tearing the sky and connecting the earth! Anchor of the storm! 'Rhongomyniad, the Spear that Shines to the Farthest Expanse'!!"

The Holy Lance instantly unleashed its boundless brilliance, and storms and lightning surged forth like a torrent, easily tearing the white pillar of light to shreds and embedding it firmly into the head of the newly resurrected white dragon.

Bai Long's eyes dimmed once again, but then a new vitality surged from his body.

The kings arrived with their armies, and stared blankly at Artoria, who was fiercely fighting with the white dragon.

"It's...not King Arthur?"

"Who is that knight? How could he fight the White Dragon like this?"

All the kings' eyes were drawn to Bedivere.

Bedivere was silent for a moment, then a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"That is the Knight King who inherited the will of the Chosen King!"

The King of Knights... The kings were startled and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Tens of thousands of soldiers watched the knight fighting the white dragon alone, and while they were deeply shocked, their eyes gradually filled with fanaticism.

Humans have always had a tendency to admire the strong, and soldiers especially have a kind of fanatical worship of the strong.

To fight across three thousand miles in one lifetime, to once command a million soldiers with a single sword—this may be a simple dream, but it is also the strongest desire in everyone's heart.

That knight clad in the azure lion armor was a true reflection of this dream in reality!

The battle lasted from noon until dusk, until Artoria plunged the holy sword into Vortigern's head for the eighteenth time, at which point the latter finally fell silent.

She stood atop the white dragon's head, turning to face the crowd. Her pale silver armor was stained with golden blood, and the blood-red setting sun cast its light upon her, creating a desolate and lonely scene, yet also exuding an indescribable heavy pressure.

The kings all turned their heads away, not daring to meet his gaze.

"King of Knights! King of Knights!"