In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Faced with such an enemy, unless the top few at the Round Table intervene, no matter how many people come, it will be useless.

"I have to fight with my life..." A fierce glint flashed in Tristan's eyes. He raised his slender hand and chopped down on his right arm without hesitation.

brush!

His arm was severed, blood gushing out. Tristan's body swayed, his handsome face contorted in pain.

Yanan frowned slightly. Why would this guy suddenly hurt himself for no reason?

Suddenly, a strong tingling sensation came from his right hand for no apparent reason, and his entire arm instantly lost all feeling, as if it had been chopped off.

Clang!

The Jizo-sama fell to the ground, and the black flames slowly died down.

Seeing Yanan's furrowed brows, Tristan's pale face revealed a smug smile: "How about it, isn't it strange, why can't you feel your right hand?"

Yanan glanced at Tristan's severed hand lying on the ground and said, "You synchronized your injuries with mine?"

Tristan's hand was severed, and he also lost sensation in his right hand; there is clearly some connection between the two.

“That’s right, this is the blessing the king bestowed upon me, and it is called [Domination].” Tristan grinned maliciously. “Any injury I suffer is simultaneously transferred to others; the more severe my injury, the more severe that person’s injury will be.”

As Knights of the Round Table, each of them was bestowed with a different blessing by the King, and Tristan received the blessing called "Domination".

【Domination】 allows her to trade blows with her enemies, but the true purpose of this blessing is to perform long-range curse attacks.

If she has any part of the other person's body, such as fingernails or hair, she can use these items to create a clone of the other person, and kill the clone to achieve the effect of killing the original.

This effect is not limited by distance; as long as a clone is created, the original body will also die.

However, since the start of the war, she hasn't even touched Yanan, so she naturally can't meet the requirements for casting [Domination].

Left with no other choice, she could only use herself as a "clone" to achieve the effect of cursing and killing her opponent.

Tristan picked up the severed arm from the ground and attached it to her right hand. With a flash of light, her right hand was restored to its original state.

Yanan's right hand remained completely numb, as if it didn't exist.

“Next, it’s this hand.” Tristan smiled cruelly and chopped off his left hand.

A strong tingling sensation followed in Yanan's left hand, and then his entire arm went numb.

Now, both of his hands are useless.

Tristan picked up his left hand, put it back in place, moved it slightly, and looked at Yanan with a cold smile: "Without your hands, what do you have to fight me now?"

She raised her arm and pointed, and a blood-red light bullet burst from her fingertip, rushing towards Yanan.

Yanan bent down, stomped his foot, and lashed out with his right leg like a whip, kicking the light bullet away!

The crimson light bullet struck the nearby boulder with a deafening boom, shattering it into dust.

“Although I have no hands, don’t forget that I still have feet,” Yanan said calmly.

For him, both his hands and feet could be used as weapons for attack.

Tristan was so angry he almost fainted. How could this damn guy be so difficult to deal with!

She looked down at her legs, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of ​​cutting them off.

If her leg is cut off, she won't be able to wear those beautiful shoes anymore...

"I'll see just how much you can withstand!"

Gritting her teeth, Tristan reached out and summoned a weapon that resembled both a harp and a bow in her hand.

Filnot, Drizzt's Noble Phantasm, requires no arrows; a mere flick can sever an enemy's sonic blade, and in the blink of an eye, it can easily decapitate them.

Tristan gently plucked the strings, and accompanied by a melodious sound, countless black sonic blades rained down on Anahn like a storm.

Yanan did not move. Just as the sonic blades were about to get close, a crack suddenly opened in front of him, swallowing all the sonic blades into it.

A strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped Tristan. A black crack suddenly appeared above her head, and the sonic blades that had been swallowed earlier shot out and slammed into her.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Tristan screamed in agony as his body was slashed with gruesome wounds by the sonic blades. His beautiful swallowtail dress was torn to shreds, and his Philnott was chopped into several pieces.

When it was all over, there was hardly a single intact part of Tristan's body; he was covered in blood and looked incredibly horrifying.

Anan's face twisted slightly. Due to the effect of [Domination], Tristan's pain was also transmitted to him, making him feel as if he were being torn to pieces.

He immediately activated Feather Dust to block out his own pain, and then his complexion gradually returned to normal.

"Cough cough..."

Blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, and Tristan's breath was extremely weak, like a wisp of fire in a storm.

She never expected that the other party would also possess spatial powers, and in the end, she herself suffered a great loss.

I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!

Her face was covered in blood, her expression was ferocious and vicious, like a demon from hell, staring intently at Yanan.

"Since you want me dead, then you won't live either!"

She stretched out her bright red, sharp fingernails and dug fiercely into her own heart.

"Come to hell with me!"

At the critical moment, ripples suddenly spread across the void, and a slender, fair hand emerged from them, firmly pressing down on Tristan's hand.

"The Imperial Advisor?"

Tristan looked astonished, as if he had witnessed something incredible.

"Let's go."

A melodious voice rang out, and with a gentle tug from that soft, boneless white hand, Tristan vanished from his spot in an instant.

The moment Tristan disappeared, Anan's arms returned to normal. Looking at the void that had not yet fully calmed down, he hesitated for a moment, but finally gave up his plan to use the Thousand Worlds One Vehicle to follow him.

If he wasn't mistaken, then what lay behind was probably the enemy's main camp. Before figuring out just how strong the enemy was, charging in headfirst was not a wise choice.

However, he still kept a watchful eye and used the Thousand Realms One Vehicle to memorize the spatial coordinates of that location.

He stared at the spot where Tristan had disappeared, thoughtfully stroking his chin:

"The Imperial Advisor..."

Chapter Nine: A Chance Encounter with the Chaldea Duo 3K

By the time Anan returned to the village, the battle was basically over. Faced with the heroic spirit soldiers empowered by the [Knight's Proof], these righteous knights from Camelot were powerless to resist and were all dealt with in a few moves, leaving not a single survivor.

Yanan felt no guilt about this; if he hadn't been there today, none of the more than one hundred people in the village would have survived.

In the end, it's nothing more than reaping what you sow.

"You stay here to protect the villagers. I'll go and take care of the rest of those guys outside."

After giving orders to the heroic soldiers, Anan turned to the village chief: "Tell everyone to pack their bags and prepare to leave. It's no longer safe here."

The only pity is that Tristan wasn't left behind. Once she returns, the location of this place will inevitably be exposed to Camelot, and then next time there will probably be more than one Knight of the Round Table.

While Yanan didn't care, the villagers were in danger.

If the battle becomes too intense, he won't be able to spare the time to protect them.

The village chief clearly knew that this was not a place to stay for long, and immediately turned to the villagers and said, "Everyone, hurry back to your houses and pack your things, we're leaving right away."

The villagers looked somewhat gloomy. They had finally found such a secluded refuge, but they never expected to have to start fleeing again so soon.

However, no matter how reluctant they were, they knew that now was not the time to dawdle, so they silently turned around and walked towards their own houses.

However, a few elderly people stayed behind.

“You…” Looking at them, the village chief was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and his face darkened slightly.

“We’re too old to run anymore,” Old Hall chuckled, as if he were talking about something trivial. “We can’t trouble the young people anymore; they’re young and have more potential than we do.”

"Yeah, we've lived long enough anyway."

"We've been on the run for so long, and we're exhausted. This place is nice; although it's all rocks, it's very quiet. Being buried here means we don't have to worry about being disturbed."

The elderly people spoke very calmly, clearly having considered it for a long time.

Many of them lost their loved ones in this catastrophe and had long since lost all attachment to this world.

"No!" Mira suddenly stepped forward, rushed forward and hugged Old Man Hall around the waist, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked up. "If we're going to leave, we'll all go together. We can't leave you here. Those murderers won't let you get away with this!"

Old man Hall gently stroked the girl's head with his rough hands, a kind and comforting smile on his face: "Child, we have been through enough. Even if we die now, it won't be a loss. But you are different. You have a bright future. The war will end one day, and life will be wonderful. Grandpa hopes that you can continue to live on."

"No, I don't want to, you don't want me to die..." Mira choked back tears.

The elderly people gathered around and gently comforted the little girl.

The village chief stood to one side, his face full of dejection.

Yanan watched silently, and he could clearly sense that these old men had already conceived the idea of ​​dying.

Although he could use Feather Dust to reverse their will, what difference would that make from manipulating their lives?

They did not choose to die because they had no hope of survival, but simply because they wanted to leave the opportunity to those who needed it more.

Forcibly changing their will will only make them suffer more.

Shaking his head, Yanan turned and walked towards the edge of the canyon.

He did not try to persuade the elderly, because he could not make any promises on this matter.

The development of this world has far exceeded his expectations. The Mountain People and the Sun Dynasty may no longer exist, and the only thing left is the Holy Roman Empire, whose whereabouts are unknown.

In this situation, he could not guarantee that he could safely transport these hundred or so people to the next shelter.

Because even he himself doesn't know where in this world is safe anymore.

With a heavy heart, Yanan walked step by step toward the exit of the canyon, but then he suddenly heard a noisy sound.

There were sounds of weapons clashing, roars, and some strange collisions.

Is there a fight going on?

He raised an eyebrow slightly, mobilized Yu Duchen's mental power, and discovered that the external brainwave signals had more than doubled compared to before.

Someone is fighting with those Cavalry Knights?