In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Yanan's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"shit!"

He instantly stood up and ran outside, blood splattering from his fingers as he swiftly drew complex runes in the air. A pair of almost tangible cyan wings appeared on his back, carrying him into the sky.

Artoria, Guinevere, and Kay also chased after them, only to see Anahn's figure quickly disappear into the distant horizon.

"What's wrong with him?" Guinevere asked, puzzled.

Artoria didn't speak; her innate intuition told her that she seemed to...

What terrible mistake did they make?

……

……

With the elemental wings constructed by the primordial runes, Anarn arrived at Tyrell in just five minutes.

Looking down at the bustling crowds and rows of buildings, he drew another rune.

[Rune Tracking]!

He had met the pregnant peasant woman that Artoria mentioned before. She was an extremely strong woman who did not break down even in the face of her husband's death. She simply said that she would carry on with her husband's wishes and raise her child to be a respected and powerful knight.

Runes can find traces of anyone who has left an impression on him.

The ancient rune trembled slightly, then suddenly transformed into a straight, thin line that stretched into the distance.

found it!

Anan instantly flapped its wings and followed the direction of the thin line.

One minute later, he finally arrived at his destination.

In the courtyard, several men dressed as knights were forming a circle, punching and kicking the peasant woman who was kneeling on the ground and curled up.

A chilling killing intent flashed in Yanan's eyes, and he swooped down like a shooting star.

Chapter Twenty: The Miracle of Creation

"This wretched woman is really good at holding on. It's been so long, and her mouth is still so tight." Gain looked at the peasant woman kneeling on the ground, curled up, and a cruel smile appeared in his eyes.

The other knights laughed, their laughter filled with sarcasm.

Garn bent down, grabbed the peasant woman's hair, looked at her bloodied and pained face, and sneered, "If it weren't for you, you wretched woman, His Highness wouldn't have ended up like that. It's a pity we didn't find that blond knight, otherwise I would have made that guy experience a million times more miserable ending than His Highness."

His Highness has always been rebellious. They had agreed to act together, but he secretly slipped away and arrived in Tyrell ahead of them. They chased after him all night and barely managed to catch up. When they arrived, they found that His Highness had been seriously injured and most of his bones were broken. Even with the best doctors, it would take at least a year for him to recover.

As the number one lackey, Garn certainly couldn't sit idly by. After figuring out what had happened, he led his men directly here.

"Now, tell me, where is Dragonblood, and where is that blond knight?"

He stared fiercely at the peasant woman, his expression as ferocious as a demon.

"I have no idea……"

The peasant woman's voice was extremely weak, and her face was covered in dust and blood.

"do not know?"

With a sinister grin on his face, Garen stood up and suddenly kicked the peasant woman in the stomach!

"what!!!!"

The peasant woman let out a piercing scream, curling up in pain as large patches of scarlet blood seeped from her lower body.

"My child...my...child..."

"So that's why you were shrinking back earlier. You were trying to protect your child." A cruel smile appeared in Gann's eyes. "Perfect. Let me cut open your stomach, take that bastard out, and stomp him to death in front of you. Maybe then you'll tell me the truth."

He drew his long sword from his waist with a whoosh and walked slowly toward the peasant woman.

Ok?

A strong sense of crisis suddenly welled up in his heart, and Gain instinctively rolled to the side.

boom!!!

A deafening roar, as if a meteorite had crashed into the courtyard, sent a massive shockwave carrying dust and smoke in all directions.

"what!!!"

The knights who had come with Garn suddenly let out a series of shrill screams, and black flames suddenly burst into flames on their bodies. They knelt on the ground, as if enduring the most extreme pain in the world, and scratched their faces until they were bloody and mangled.

Seeing this, Gain involuntarily swallowed, large beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

This reminded him of the magicians in the palace, those monsters in human skin, whose methods were equally mysterious and bizarre.

A soft footstep suddenly reached his ears, and Gahn instantly raised his head. From the depths of the smoke and dust, a figure was slowly emerging.

"Who! Who is it! I'm warning you! I am the chief bodyguard of His Highness the Prince of Ghana. If you dare to lay a hand on me, the Kingdom of Ghana will not let you off!" Ghan said, his voice stern but his voice weak.

"The Kingdom of Ghana?"

It was a man's voice, and he sounded very young.

"That's right! If you know what's good for you, you'd better behave..."

Garn's voice abruptly stopped, and a black-haired man appeared in front of him as if by teleportation, his black eyes filled with icy indifference.

"It's just a kingdom."

Anan walked straight past Gain, and in the instant they brushed past each other, the latter suddenly knelt on the ground, his body engulfed in black flames deeper than the night sky. Pain beyond human imagination tore at every nerve, and he let out a heart-wrenching wail.

Yanan's expression was cold. He did not choose to kill these guys directly. It would be too easy for these beasts to die so easily.

He unleashed the power of Jizo's Soul without reservation. Emotions, reason, memories, life, body... everything will be completely eroded by this black flame. Tens of thousands of years of rage, the sins of countless people, will subject these guys to pain a thousand times more intense than falling into hell, until they are completely annihilated.

This is truly a situation where one cannot live and cannot die; even describing it as being subjected to a thousand cuts or a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire would not be an exaggeration.

Faced with these inhuman scum, Yanan revealed his cruel side for the first time.

He strode to the peasant woman's side, and the Black Abyss White Flower instantly appeared in his hand, gently piercing the peasant woman's shoulder.

A tremendous life force surged into the peasant woman's body, and the bruises and wounds on her body healed rapidly. Her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and her breathing became calm.

But Yanan remained vigilant, his expression growing increasingly serious.

Although the peasant woman was alright, the baby in her womb had been severely injured by the kick, and its life force was as weak as a candle flame, with the possibility of miscarriage at any moment.

He continuously poured his magic into the Black Abyss White Flower, then transformed it into life force and injected it into the unborn child's body. However, because the child was not yet fully formed and its vital signs were incomplete, it was unable to absorb this life force at all.

If this continues, the child will still die.

"Save...my child..."

The sleeping peasant woman seemed to sense something, her brows furrowed tightly, and she uttered a muffled sound.

Yanan remained silent for a moment, then a determined look gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I will definitely save your child."

He redirected the power of the Black Abyss White Flower, using only a small portion of its life force to sustain the child's life, and the rest to help the child perfect its remaining life characteristics.

This was a miracle comparable to creation itself, and even though it was the first time Anan had done something like this, he knew he could not fail.

Because this is the only chance!

Life force surged into the peasant woman's body, and when it was about halfway done, Yanan's body suddenly trembled, and a deep weakness washed over his limbs and bones.

My magic is almost gone!

The magic required to construct life characteristics far exceeded Yanan's imagination; even with his magic reserves, he only had half of it.

Without the support of magic, the output power of the Black Abyss White Flower dropped significantly.

How could you fall here!

Yanan gritted his teeth, a mad glint appearing in his dark eyes. He pointed his fingers like knives and slashed the wrist of the hand holding the gun, causing a large amount of blood to gush out and fall onto the Black Abyss White Flower.

Since his blood can be used to construct the primordial runes, it can certainly also be used to power the Black Abyss White Flower!

The crimson blood vanished from the gun in an instant, and the Black Abyss White Flower suddenly burst forth with a shimmering white light. One after another, the holy patterns on it lit up, radiating an incomparably strong life force. A life force a hundred times stronger than before poured into the peasant woman's body like a vast ocean.

The peasant woman's belly swelled up at a visible speed, transforming from a small, undulating shape into the appearance of someone ten months pregnant in just a few minutes.

Blood continued to drip, and Yanan's face grew increasingly pale, but his hand holding the Black Abyss White Flower remained unwavering.

After an unknown amount of time, a vibrant life force suddenly emanated from the pregnant woman's belly.

Yanan instantly released his grip, and the Black Abyss White Flower transformed into specks of light, vanishing into thin air in an instant.

Sensing the vibrant life force, a faint smile appeared on his pale face.

Chapter Twenty-One: British Magic

"As expected of you, you can even do something like this."

A flirtatious voice came from the side, and a faint floral fragrance filled Anan's nostrils.

Pink petals gathered from all directions, instantly coalescing into a human shape. Then, the petals suddenly dispersed, and a white-haired young man holding a cherry wood staff stepped out.

With such a flamboyant entrance, who else could it be but Merlin?

"After watching the show for so long, you've finally decided to come out?" Yanan said calmly.

Merlin possesses the ability to see everything in the present, and Artoria is his primary subject of observation; nothing that is happening here can possibly escape his notice.

This guy might even have been here from the beginning, just standing by and doing nothing.

But Yanan couldn't really accuse him, since this guy wasn't human at all, nor did he love humans; he just liked the things humans created.

Apart from a few people who could pique his interest, the rest of the people were like stones on the roadside to him.

Perhaps this is the [divinity] brought about by the ability to see far.

“I suddenly realize that what you said back then might actually have made some sense. It seems that there really was a slight problem with my education of Artoria.” Merlin sighed as he watched the figure gradually disappear into the black flames, a hint of frustration on his face.

Yanan didn't even bother with this guy. If this bastard hadn't impulsively decided to cultivate some kind of ideal king, none of this would have happened.

"Hmm... judging from your expression, it seems you're not planning to let this matter rest," Merlin said with a smile.

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze."