In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Some of it comes from a previous life, and some comes from Scáthach's knowledge.

Albion was the first pureblood dragon born at the dawn of the world, and also the last pureblood dragon to exist after the end of the Age of Gods.

Of course, even the most ancient dragons could not defy the will of nature and inevitably met their own end.

Just as the death of a whale brings about a new ecosystem, the fall of the Albion Dragon has left behind countless precious treasures.

Throughout history, countless magicians have sought the burial place of the dragon Albion, but all have ultimately failed to find it.

It wasn't until later that a huge underground labyrinth was discovered in Britain, on the outskirts of present-day London, where a large number of cursed objects that are almost impossible to find on the surface were found, such as dragon scales and teeth, and the corpses of Hydra infants.

After careful investigation, the magicians finally confirmed that this was the place where the oldest dragon fell.

So the magicians swore an oath to share this precious treasure.

As time passed and the world changed, a thousand years later, magicians relied on this secret treasure to establish a magic organization called the "Clock Tower," and with its rich heritage, it became the largest and most powerful organization in the magic world.

To this day, the Albion Tomb has not been fully excavated, mainly because the Tomb is a physical passage connecting to the inner sea of ​​the star, filled with all sorts of mysteries and dangers, making its excavation extremely difficult.

The Magic Association's current exploration limit is approximately 60-80 kilometers underground in the Albion Tomb, while scholars estimate the tomb's depth to be around 400 kilometers.

The fact that even a mere corpse could support a massive magical organization demonstrates the immense power of the Albion Dragon.

In the era when the dragon Albion was born, the world was still in chaos; not to mention humans, even the gods had not yet been born.

At that time, dragons were the sole rulers of this world. For example, Tiamat, the creator mother in Mesopotamian mythology, was a dragon born at the same time as the dragon Albion.

However, unlike other dragons, information about the dragon Albion has always been extremely scarce. Even the gods do not know where it is. Only a very few lucky ones can occasionally see the figure of this most ancient dragon flying through the clouds.

It was precisely because the dragon of Albion never interfered with worldly affairs that it was able to live until the end of the Age of Gods, becoming the last dragon to exist in the world.

After recalling the information about the Albion Dragon, Yanan turned her head to look at the black dragon opposite her. According to the other party, she was actually a piece of the Albion Dragon's limb that remained before it died, and then it grew into its current form.

Anan had never seen the appearance of the dragon Albion, or rather, very few people in the world had ever seen the true face of the oldest dragon.

However, when he saw the obscure and ancient mysterious runes on the other person's body, he was already mostly convinced.

Apart from the Dragon of Albion, no one else could have preserved this knowledge that has long since vanished into the annals of history.

“I believe your identity.” After a pause, Yanan added, “But what proof do you have of the relationship between Nidhogg and Albion?”

Whether the other party is actually a remnant of Albion's dragon is not important. What is truly important is whether, as the other party claims, Nidhogg's prototype is indeed Albion.

This will determine whether they continue fighting or shake hands and make peace.

Dragons place great importance on bloodlines, especially those belonging to the same lineage, whose relationships are even closer than those of family members in the conventional sense.

"Huh? Why did that dragon stop... and Mr. Anahn too...?"

Looking at the two sides that had suddenly fallen silent high in the sky, Mashu couldn't help but show a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Anan and Melusin's communication took place entirely in the spiritual realm. Mashu, of course, couldn't hear it, so from her perspective, it all seemed incredibly strange.

Just a moment ago they seemed determined to fight to the death, but in the blink of an eye, both sides stopped fighting simultaneously...

"Mash!"

A familiar voice came from not far away. Mashu subconsciously turned her head and saw that bright red figure. A hint of surprise appeared in her eyes:

"Your Majesty Nero? What brings you here?"

"It really is you guys." Nero rushed to Mashu's side, her face showing no signs of fatigue despite having traveled over thirty kilometers. She asked anxiously, "Where's Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

“My senior is inside.” Mash pointed to the Chalk City behind her. “There are also other soldiers and refugees. To protect them, I put them all in my Noble Phantasm.”

"Hmm? You're saying this is your Noble Phantasm?" Nero's eyes showed a hint of surprise. She had been wondering where this magnificent white chalk city came from, but she never expected it to be Mash's Noble Phantasm.

"I only just figured it out myself..." Mashu said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Never mind, that's not important." Nero shook his head, pointing to the two dragons and one person in the sky. "What's the situation now?"

So Mashu told Nero, who had rushed over, everything that had happened.

During this process, Melusin also answered the questions raised by Anan.

“Give me a drop of Nidhogg’s pure blood, it has to be the very pure kind,” she said.

Yanan hesitated for a moment, but decided to do as the other party said.

He removed the dragon scales from his arm, put his finger in his mouth, and gently bit it. A wound opened, and a drop of jet-black blood flowed out.

Anan's aura weakened slightly, and his face paled almost imperceptibly.

Although the Nidhogg he summoned had flesh and blood, it was essentially a magical creation, and in terms of pure bloodline, it was not as pure as himself.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the drop of pure Nidhogg blood flying toward his opponent.

At the same time, Melusin also slashed her own dragon claw, controlling the equally dark blood as it flew forward.

The two drops of blood quickly met in mid-air, merging together without any obstruction, transforming into a giant dragon the size of a finger, which let out a clear and loud dragon roar full of ancient and desolate charm.

“Only those of the same bloodline can achieve dragon blood resonance.” Melusin’s voice echoed in Anan’s ears. “Now, you should believe what I’m saying, right?”

As Yanan watched the small dragon slowly dissipate, his expression gradually became complicated.

He suddenly has a sister-in-law out of nowhere?

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Adorable Sister-in-Law

No one expected that what was originally a tense battle would end in such a ridiculous way.

What made Yanan even more helpless was that he suddenly had a sister-in-law out of nowhere!

And this happened without Ned's knowledge...

I wonder what Ned's expression would be if he knew about this...

In short, although the ending was dramatic, after revealing their identities, neither he nor Melusin could continue fighting.

With a casual wave of his hand, the two Heavenly Judgments in his hand and Judah on his back vanished in a streak of light, while the massive, dark dragon of despair, Nidhogg, also gradually dissipated in silence.

A faint black light emanated from the surface of Albion's dragon body, and its elegant and noble form gradually shrank in the radiance, finally transforming back into the petite girl it had been before.

Melusin looked timidly at Anaen not far away, her delicate face showing a mixture of longing and hesitation, as if she wanted to get closer but dared not.

Although she didn't like to communicate, she wasn't completely clueless about social interactions. After all, she had just been planning to die together with Anan...

Seeing the little girl's hesitant expression, Yanan sighed softly and beckoned, "Come here."

Melusin was taken aback at first, then a hint of surprise appeared in her large, light pink eyes. A bright, sunflower-like smile bloomed on her small face, and her petite figure flashed slightly as she instantly appeared in front of Anain.

Compared to Anaen's height, Melusin does indeed appear too petite; even when she stands on tiptoe, she only reaches her chest.

Yanan couldn't help but feel a little emotional. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have believed that such a well-behaved and cute little girl was actually a giant dragon that existed before the Age of Gods?

Experience is indeed reliable; judging a woman's true age solely by her appearance is definitely not dependable...

Melusin and Yanan were very close, less than ten centimeters apart. She closed her eyes and gently twitched her little nose like a puppy, sniffing Yanan's scent, a loving smile on her face.

This was the aura of her own people she had been searching for...

Anan didn't pay attention to Melusin's little tricks. He stretched out his palm and placed it on Melusin's head. After a moment, a few wisps of crimson flames rose from the top of her head and then disappeared into the air like smoke.

As the residual fire from the Heavenly Judgment was forced out, Melusin immediately felt the burning sensation within her body, as if from magma, subside considerably. She felt a sense of ease throughout her body, and her eyes narrowed contentedly like a kitten's.

Even Yanan had to admit that this little girl was just too adorable...

“There’s something I need to remind you of first.” Yanan paused, then continued, “Although Nidhogg and I are indeed husband and wife, this Nidhogg may not be the same Nidhogg you know. In fact, neither she nor I belong to this world.”

Yanan hesitated for a moment about whether to tell the truth, because doing so could not only cause him to lose a potential ally, but could also put him and Melusin back in the tense standoff they had just been in.

If they don't speak up, there's no risk whatsoever. Judging from the mental signals collected by Yu Duchen, the little girl is clearly very happy at this moment, and shows great trust and attachment to him.

This is not hard to understand. Imagine if you had lived for thousands of years without any relatives or friends, and even thought that you were the only human being left in the world, and then one day you suddenly discovered that there were other humans in the world, and that they were even blood relatives of the same lineage as you. The surprise and excitement you would feel would be beyond words.

Therefore, according to normal logic, Yanan had no need to tell the truth at this point. It's like the prisoner's dilemma: the risks and benefits of telling the truth and not telling the truth are completely disproportionate.

But he did it anyway because he didn't like trust built on deception. Whether it was done with good intentions or not, a lie is always a lie and will eventually be exposed by the truth.

Rather than an uncertain future, he prefers to be frank and open now, so that both sides can be honest with each other.

This is also to prevent unpredictable problems from arising in the future.

“I know,” Melusin nodded, her slightly chubby face remaining calm.

"You know?" Yanan seemed slightly surprised.

“I watched Nidhogg enter the Inner Sea of ​​Stars back then, how could I not know such a thing?” Melusin smiled, the “I” she was referring to was clearly not herself, but the oldest dragon.

Yanan raised an eyebrow slightly. Did Nidhogg in this world not meet its end, but instead successfully hide in the Star Sea?

That makes sense, though. Given Albion's close relationship with Nidhogg, it's not impossible for him to lend a hand...

From this perspective, whether Nidhogg lives or dies won't have a significant impact on future developments, which is why the rules haven't been so ruthless in eliminating her...

As Anaen was deep in thought, Melusin's timid voice suddenly came from beside him: "Um, may I ask, in your world, what happened to the dragon Albion in the end?"

Anan snapped out of his reverie, glanced at the little girl, pondered for a moment, and said, "I only know that the dragon Albion didn't have time to hide in the Inner Sea of ​​Stars, as for its final fate... I'm not too sure either."

Scáthach obtained information about the dragon Albion through the wisdom of the Demon Realm, but because this ancient dragon carries too many mysteries, the information Scáthach can obtain is not comprehensive.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that, at least before he left, the dragon of Albion did not retreat into the inner sea of ​​the star.

Anan had tried to find Albion's tomb in Britain, but unfortunately, he found nothing.

“Is that so?” Melusine’s small face showed a hint of sadness, and she smiled bitterly. “Perhaps this is Albion’s fate. No matter which world I am in, I cannot escape the inevitable fate of death.”

Yanan didn't know how to respond, so he could only remain silent.

However, Melusin's dejection didn't last long; she quickly recovered and looked up at Anan: "What about Nidhogg? Does she still exist in this world?"

“Of course,” Yanan replied.

"What about that mysterious disappearance? Didn't it have any effect on her?" Melusin asked curiously.

Yanan paused for a moment, then replied, "When I left, the mystery had not completely faded. In fact, that's why I came into this world."

“I see…” Melusin nodded, though it was unclear whether she truly understood Anaen’s meaning.

"So, does that mean I might have a chance to see Nidhogg again?" Melusin's big eyes sparkled, full of anticipation, like a little girl seeing a beautiful doll.

“Well… there should be a chance, right?” Yanan said hesitantly, “but this world is shrouded in a barrier, so I haven’t been able to contact Nidhogg yet.”

“Barrier…” Melusin seemed to realize something and fell silent.

Yanan's eyes narrowed slightly; judging from this reaction, it was clear that the other party knew something.