In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“Take me with you, okay?” Nidhogg whispered.

“This is too dangerous.” Yana lovingly stroked Nidhogg’s silky black hair, which was his favorite part of Nidhogg. “Besides, this country needs you to look after it.”

“I’m so stupid, and I don’t understand those things,” Miss Black Dragon said dejectedly. “Besides, with Lily, Morgan, and Merlin around, it doesn’t matter whether I’m there or not.”

Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly, then slapped Nidhogg's ample bosom with his large hands twice.

Nidhogg let out a soft moan, her large black eyes glistening with tears, making her appear even more alluring and passionate.

She glared at Yanan, both embarrassed and annoyed: "Why did you suddenly hit me?"

“These two slaps are to remind you of your place. You are now my wife, the mistress of this country. In my absence, it is your duty to take care of this country in my stead. This is your responsibility,” Yanan said.

Nidhogg thought about it and realized that it did make sense.

"But what if I don't do it well?"

“No, you will definitely do well.” Yanan smiled, his eyes filled with a rare tenderness, and said softly, “Because I believe in you.”

"Really?" Nidhogg's eyes lit up, and he said shyly, "Well, alright then, since you've said so, I'll agree."

“I thought you were going to say something like, ‘It’s just a small matter of managing a bunch of monkeys, I can handle it with ease,’” Yanan teased.

Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, Nidhogg immediately rolled over and pinned Anan beneath him.

How dare you make fun of me! I'll drain you dry tonight!

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In the early morning, Yanan dressed and looked at Nidhogg lying limp on the bed, a helpless smile appearing on his face.

Trying to outlast him with the Black Abyss Hundred Flowers is just asking for trouble, isn't it?

He put Nidhogg's arm back under the covers, turned and left the room.

He followed the long corridor to the back garden, summoned Gajeberg, and began practicing his marksmanship.

This was a habit he developed in the Land of Shadows from a young age. Even in the seven years after he left the Land of Shadows, he would continue to practice unless there were special circumstances.

After practicing the basic marksmanship for the three hundredth time, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind Yanan: "Your marksmanship has not improved at all compared to before."

He turned to look at Scáthach leaning against the tree and smiled helplessly: "It would be strange if I actually improved."

When he left the Land of Shadows, his gun skills had already reached the pinnacle of perfection. The next step would have been the legendary realm of mastery. However, the difference between these two levels is like that between A and EX, which are completely different fields. Many martial arts masters may not be able to cross this threshold in their entire lives.

Therefore, it is perfectly normal that he did not make any progress in seven years.

Even in the entire world, only Scáthach has mastered gun skills to such an unparalleled level.

“You possess the potential to reach the pinnacle, but you have too many shackles that hinder your progress.” Scáthach stepped forward slowly, another crimson spear appearing in her hand. “It seems like it’s been a long time since we’ve sparred. Let’s give it a try.”

"Is it here?" Yanan looked around.

"It's just a simple contest of spear skills," Scáthach said calmly, charging forward with her magic spear.

But your marksmanship alone is enough to kill a god... Anan muttered to himself as he stepped forward, carrying Gaeberg.

As mentioned earlier, although there is only a one-word difference between the Extreme Realm and the Transcendent Realm, they are worlds apart. The battle lasted for less than ten minutes before Anahn was knocked away by Scáthach and had the tip of the spear pressed against his neck.

“Do you know? If I just move forward three centimeters right now, you will completely disappear from this world. Within this range, no matter what tricks you have up your sleeve, I am absolutely confident that I can kill you before you can even use them. Then I can take your spirit back to the Land of Shadows, allowing you to completely sever your ties with this world.” Scáthach looked at Anahn expressionlessly. “That way, you won’t have to bear those heavy burdens, nor will you have to be some kind of savior.”

A gentle breeze swept in, stirring the colorful petals scattered on the ground. After a long silence, Anan finally spoke softly:

"I'm sorry, Mother."

Scáthach's hand trembled slightly. After a moment, the crimson magic spear gradually dissipated. The Queen of the Dead turned around, her thin back revealing an indescribable desolation and exhaustion.

"Come back alive."

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Three days later at noon, a huge pillar of light suddenly rose from the location of Camelot Palace, connecting to the endless sky, like a pillar between heaven and earth.

According to later records, in 552 AD, King Arthur, who had ended the Age of Gods, received divine grace and returned it to the heavens.

But people firmly believe that this is not the end, and when this land is plunged into danger again, this king who bears the name of the chosen one will surely descend once more to bring hope to the world.

Chapter One: Arthur, the Chosen King of Heroes

This is a world flowing with endless radiance, where iridescent particles spiral and intertwine, space has solidified, and time has almost stopped, leaving only light spheres of varying sizes floating around, exuding an inexplicably heavy aura.

That is the world, a world that has nurtured and sustained countless lives.

And this place, naturally, is a crevice separated from the world.

No one knows when this place was created, just as no one knows where the original world came from. In those immeasurable ages, only a handful of beings have been able to successfully set foot here.

However, today, a new uninvited guest has arrived in this fantastical space.

"Waaah—"

The resounding whistle echoed in the frozen space, and a huge black vortex emerged. Then, a locomotive, entirely black and exuding a technologically advanced aesthetic, sprang out from it and roamed this world detached from reality.

"Hmm... Is this the rift between worlds? This is my first time here." In the cockpit, Yanan peered out through the transparent window, his gaze sweeping over the numerous still, glowing spheres. "There's a familiar feeling... the breath of life. So that's it. Are those the so-called parallel worlds?"

He murmured to himself, trying to probe those worlds with his mind, but encountered an incredibly solid barrier.

“As expected, the barriers between worlds are not so easy to penetrate. Without the Thousand Worlds Vehicle, I have no way to enter those worlds.” Anan shook his head regretfully, looking at the endless spheres of light that resembled the sands of the Ganges, and couldn’t help but feel troubled. “But, which worlds are facing a crisis?”

Only by resolving those crises that could affect the world can he upgrade his [Savior] level. But there are so many worlds in front of him, how can he know which ones are in danger and which ones aren't? He can't just drive around in his Thousand Worlds Journey one by one to find them.

"That's right, maybe we can try this."

He immersed his consciousness into his body, activating the power of the [Savior], and then felt inexplicable connections, like threads, connecting him to those large orbs of light.

A savior, by definition, only appears when the world faces a crisis. If the world is peaceful and tranquil, then the savior has no use whatsoever.

The savior and the crisis are like a key and a lock, they are complementary to each other. Based on this, Anan quickly identified the worlds that needed to be saved.

"But... how should I put it? It's truly worthy of Type-Moon; so many worlds are facing the crisis of destruction. But I reckon the Honkai world is in a similar situation." Looking at the dense, intricate threads, Anan sighed lonely. "Does this mean you can't survive these days without indulging in some dark and gritty stuff? Honestly, why can't everyone just be a little more peaceful and friendly..."

At first, he was a little worried that if there weren't many worlds that needed saving, the [Savior] wouldn't be able to upgrade to EX. But now, seeing what he saw, he had completely dispelled his concerns.

—I really don't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Forget it, now is not the time to think about these things." He shook his head, casting aside these messy thoughts. "It's time to get down to business."

He closed his eyes, following that mysterious connection, raising his consciousness to infinite heights, linking it to the Throne of Heroes, which exists independently of time and space.

The moment he left his original world, the Pan-Human History automatically carved out the record belonging to the Chosen King and sent it to the Throne of Heroes for inclusion.

But because he is still alive, this record is just a meaningless empty shell.

It cannot be summoned or used.

Unless Yanan dies, this record will not be able to be passed down in any form.

However, now that he is detached from the world, he can be considered "dead" to some extent, so he can connect with himself on the Throne of Heroes through his own consciousness.

This is a minor loophole in the Throne of Heroes, and it is precisely because of this that Merlin and Scáthach left their own records in the Throne of Heroes.

These two are clearly alive, but because one is in Avalon and the other is in the Land of Shadows, both of which are secret realms independent of the world, they have the possibility of being summoned as Heroic Spirits.

Inside the Throne of Heroes, the Chosen King, seated high on his throne, slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head, and examined the body constructed based on the records of pan-human history.

"Hmm... this body is slightly stronger than I expected."

Looking at the record in front of him, Yanan's lips curled into a slight smile.

【The Chosen King - Arthur】

Strength: B

Durability: B

Agility: A

Magic: A++

Luck: A+

Noble Phantasm: EX

Inherent skills:

Unparalleled martial arts skills A+

Primal Runes -

Riding EX

Kill God A

To live towards death A

Chosen King A+

Savior: E

Noble Phantasm:

Knight's Proof

Grade: A

Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

Maximum capture range: 1000 person

Description: The Trial Path, chosen by the Chosen King, is fraught with dangers such as cliffs, waterfalls, and even wyverns. Successfully traversing it will allow one to grasp the true essence of knighthood. Within its coverage area, all units deemed friendly by the Chosen King will receive a boost to all attributes, up to a maximum rank of A+.

Black Dragon Body

Grade: A~A+++

Type: Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm

Maximum capture range: 1 person

Description: Activates the power from Nidhogg within the body, greatly increasing all attributes. Each attack is accompanied by the [Instant Death] attribute, the attribute is forcibly changed to Evil, Luck is reduced by two levels, and the inherent skill [Savior] is disabled.

The one who rides the black dragon of despair