In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

For a long time, she has never let any of her prey escape, and this time will be no exception.

Melusin stomped her foot suddenly, and the ground beneath her feet exploded with a loud bang. Her petite figure flew into the sky like a shooting star flying in reverse, and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

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After traveling for almost a day and a night, on the third day at noon, the group finally approached the border of the Holy Roman Empire.

“After about five more hours of walking, we’ll be able to enter the Holy Roman Empire.” Fujimaru Ritsuka’s face lit up with an uncontrollable smile, clearly in high spirits. “Maybe we can even make it in time for dinner.”

A virtual screen unfolded beside her, and Roman sat in a chair with a coffee cup in his hand, his face full of contentment: "We're almost there. It's so good that nothing unexpected has happened along the way."

Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Doctor, do you know what 'flag' means?"

Roman asked, puzzled, "Isn't 'flag' just a name for a flag or symbol? What, are you trying to use something here as a marker to attract their attention and get them to send someone to pick you up?"

"I have to admit, in some ways, Doctor, your imagination is quite rich," Fujimaru Ritsuka remarked.

"Could I have misunderstood?" Roman was even more confused. Did this word have another meaning?

"Sigh, maybe this is the tragedy of middle-aged men... Doctor, you must rarely watch anime or play games." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at the sky, sighing deeply.

"Hey! That's practically a personal attack! I'm not even thirty yet!"

Mashu stood quietly to the side, watching the two bicker with a smile.

However, at that moment, Yanan's deep voice suddenly reached her ears:

"Mash, Fujimaru Ritsuka, prepare for battle, enemies are catching up."

"What!?"

Both of them were startled. Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted at Roman in exasperation, "See? I told you not to talk nonsense!"

"What does this have to do with me?!"

Roman was also startled, and almost spilled his coffee.

He quickly accessed the detection system, and soon a striking red dot appeared on the screen.

His pupils constricted sharply as he shouted, "Watch out, Ritsuka! A massive magical signal is approaching you at incredible speed... Damn it, what kind of speed is that? Did they launch a missile?!"

As Roman was cursing, a thunderous roar came from afar, and soon after, a shooting star streaked across the sky and hovered above them.

Although they were hundreds of meters apart, Yanan and Mashu could still clearly see that it was a little girl wearing lake-blue armor, with light pink hair that reached her waist, and her hands covered with arm armor that was almost as long as her arms.

"Senior, be careful!"

Mash instantly assumed a semi-Servant stance, holding a shield in her hand, her face full of solemnity.

She sensed an undisguised malice emanating from the little girl; it was clear that she was targeting them!

"How can there be such a massive magical reaction... This is almost at the level of a dragon, isn't it?" Roman exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the indicators displayed by the system.

Mashu's heart sank. Even for her, dealing with a dragon-level enemy would be quite difficult.

Moreover, there are so many soldiers and civilians here; what if the enemy were to start a massacre here...?

Thinking of this, Mashu's expression grew even more serious.

Just then, she suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder and heard a gentle voice in her ear:

"Don't worry, since I'm here, nothing unexpected will happen."

Mashu subconsciously turned her head and looked at Yanan's calm face, and her originally uneasy heart suddenly calmed down.

“You stay here and protect these civilians. As for that guy… leave him to me,” Yanan said.

"Yes, please feel free to leave it to me." Mashu nodded solemnly. If it was just a matter of protection, it wouldn't be a difficult task for her.

"Go for it, Mr. Anaun! You have to give that guy a good beating!" Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fist to encourage Anaun, her face beaming with confidence.

Just kidding. This guy is a Grand-level boss, after all. Apart from the Lion King, she doesn't believe that anyone on Camelot's side can defeat him in a one-on-one fight.

If that's the case, they might as well give up on this singularity and just go back to Chaldea and sleep it off.

Yanan nodded, mobilized the magic power within his body, and instantly soared into the sky.

Seeing that familiar figure, the villagers, who had been somewhat tense and uneasy, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

In their eyes, Anan was a savior-like figure, and no matter how terrible the enemy, they were no match for him.

Even the incredibly powerful Knights of the Round Table were no exception.

In the crowd, Mira watched Yanan's figure, her eyes filled with a somewhat indescribable emotion.

Chapter Eighteen: Knights of the Round Table - White-haired Loli Version

Anan ascended into the sky, his flowing magic transforming into invisible currents that swirled around him, constantly on guard against attacks from enemies.

Having witnessed Tristan's actions firsthand, he no longer held any hope for the moral character of the Knights of the Round Table in this world, and he wouldn't be surprised if the other party were to launch a sneak attack.

However, to his slight surprise, the unidentified enemy stood there quietly the whole time, without making any move.

Soon, he reached the same height as the other person and looked them over from a distance of several dozen meters.

Because she was wearing a mask, he couldn't see her face clearly, but judging from her height of less than 1.6 meters and her slightly chubby cheeks, she seemed to be a minor girl.

As for why I say "seems," it's because past experience has taught me that judging a woman's true age solely by her appearance is often inaccurate...

"Are you also a Knight of the Round Table of Camelot?" he asked.

He didn't know the origin of this girl who looked like a little girl, but with Tristan as a precedent, he wouldn't be surprised even if the other party admitted to being a Knight of the Round Table.

Anyway, the world has already given him enough surprises...

“You don’t need to know these things,” the little girl said, her voice matching her appearance perfectly—sweet and innocent. If one ignored the magical armor she wore and the terrifying aura emanating from her, she would be an adorable white-haired little girl.

"Judging from your appearance, you must be the outsider who defeated Tristan?"

Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly: "You're here to avenge her?"

“Heh.” Melusin sneered. “My relationship with her isn’t that good. In fact, I wish that crazy woman would die sooner, so that every time I see her I can smell that deep-seated decay and madness emanating from her.”

“It sounds like your internal relations aren’t very harmonious,” Yanan said.

Melusine's face showed disgust for a moment, but then her expression returned to calm: "This has nothing to do with you. In short, all you need to know is that I'm here to eliminate you."

“I see. So your target is me, not the villagers below,” Yanan nodded slightly.

To be honest, this relieved him of his worries; otherwise, given the speed the other party had just displayed, it would have been quite a struggle for him to protect these civilians.

Of course, all of this is on the premise that the other party is not lying.

Melusin glanced at the crowd below out of the corner of her eye and said indifferently, "Apart from that half-Servant, the rest are just some life forms with low survival ability. Why should I care about them? Collecting the Chosen Ones is the task of the other Knights of the Round Table, and it has nothing to do with me."

Her tone was very calm, without any discrimination or hatred, as if she were simply stating something that should be taken for granted.

From this sentence, Yanan astutely extracted two important pieces of information.

First, the other party should also be a Knight of the Round Table, but we don't know their identity.

Secondly, this little girl... is very likely not human.

Although she looks like a human, her expression clearly shows that she has a strong aversion to the existence of "humans".

Just as humans wouldn't be friends with chimpanzees, in the eyes of the chimpanzee, humans seem to be no different from chimpanzees.

There are even non-human beings among the Knights of the Round Table in this world...

Yanan stroked his chin thoughtfully. It seemed that Tristan's true identity was also quite questionable...

At this moment, Melusine suddenly frowned, feeling that she seemed a little different today.

She used to be a decisive person who would complete any task quickly without wasting any time.

However, now that the target was standing right in front of her, instead of making a move immediately, she actually started chatting with him.

And subtly, she seemed quite keen to continue the conversation like this...

Melusine shook her head, feeling like she was going crazy.

Even if the other party is a Heroic Spirit, they are essentially no different from those fragile humans, and there is absolutely no value in talking to them.

Besides, she's here to carry out a mission, not to chat idly!

This man can actually influence her emotions; this is terrifying! She must get rid of him as soon as possible!

Thinking of this, Melusin's eyes instantly turned cold, and a strong magical energy surged from her body, accompanied by a chilling killing intent.

Yanan immediately noticed the change in the other person and couldn't help but feel a little doubt and confusion.

They were having a perfectly fine conversation, so why did they suddenly want to fight? And they seemed really angry...

I don't think I said anything wrong, right?

"Wait, before we fight, I have another question. Did Merlin send you, or was it the Lion King...?"

"I'll tell you when you're dead." Melusin's figure flashed like lightning, instantly closing in on Anahn.

A martial artist's instincts kicked in wildly, and Yanan instinctively dodged to the side, but he was still a step too slow.

Boom!

A delicate little fist slammed into his chest, as if he had been hit head-on by a large truck traveling at full speed. With a heavy thud, Yanan's body flew backward instantly.

After flying for about ten meters, he finally steadied himself, looked down at the dense cracks on his breastplate, and frowned slightly.

What incredible strength! He shattered the Azure Silver Armor conjured by the Key of Domination with a single punch...

Tristan had to use his most prized weapon to barely break through his armor.

It seems that although they are both Knights of the Round Table, this little girl's strength is clearly not on the same level as Tristan's.

I need to be more serious...

Yanan took a deep breath, reached out and grasped the void, taking out a black spear that exuded a strong aura of death.

Key of the Gods: Black Abyss.

In one-on-one situations, there is no weapon more suitable than this. Any enemy injured by the Abyss can find no way to heal except through the Black Abyss White Flower.

"So that's your Noble Phantasm?"

Melusin watched coldly as a blade suddenly emerged from the other end of her arm armor, gleaming with a chilling light.