In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Asterius, wielding a giant axe; Medusa, who has removed her eyepatch to reveal her demonic eyes; Tristan, wearing high heels; and Atalanta, the huntress, standing a thousand meters away on a tree branch—the four of them, from four different directions, form a vast net that traps Anahn within them.

Because of Medusa's magic eye, Anan could not open his eyes, but this did not prevent him from judging the location of the four people by relying on his own sense of magic and his long-cultivated combat intuition.

Moreover, through Yu Duchen's mental exploration, he could clearly sense the emotional fluctuations of these people and use this to judge when they would launch an attack.

Before anyone knew when it started, heavy dark clouds gathered from all directions, like a black curtain covering the sky, blocking out the sun's rays. A cold wind howled across the mountaintops, and a heavy, heart-pounding sound came from the gaps in the clouds, as if an unseen giant was standing there, watching the battlefield below that was about to erupt.

“If Cú Chulainn hadn’t died, I would be surrounded by five people right now, wouldn’t I?” Yanan smiled lightly, his face showing no fear whatsoever, only a calm as still water. “This should be almost all the high-end combat power you can currently mobilize, right? It’s quite an honor to have used them all on me.”

"You can only blame yourself for underestimating us, for underestimating the Grand Preceptor." Tristan stared intently at Anahn, the thrill of her impending revenge almost overwhelming her reason. The pleasure she derived from torturing others in the past paled in comparison to the joy she felt now. Despite her efforts to control herself, an exaggerated smile involuntarily spread across her lips. "From the very beginning, we saw through your plan perfectly. Cú Chulainn was merely a small appetizer; we are the real grand gift prepared for you!"

"An appetizer?" Yanan shook his head and smiled, the curve of his lips revealing a hint of razor-sharp coldness. "Don't overestimate yourselves. In my opinion, you're not even as good as Cú Chulainn's little finger."

"I admit that your Grand Preceptor has indeed planned very meticulously this time, and I can't help but applaud her."

"But there was one thing she overlooked."

Yanan suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils like a bottomless abyss, his boundless killing intent gathering into a raging flame, threatening to burn everything to ashes.

"Before a dragon, no matter how many ants there are, they can't change anything."

Chapter Forty-Three: Crushing

Boom!!

The thunder roared through the clouds, as if the battle horn had been sounded. In an instant, a gale arose, and the entire world was enveloped in a solemn killing intent!

In the blink of an eye, Yanan activated the Black Dragon bloodline within him. Sword-and-shield-shaped black scales instantly covered his entire body, and the sinister and eerie black patterns made his face look as ferocious as a demon. His violently beating heart erupted with a heavy, drum-like sound, and his dilated pores, like whirlpools, instantly sucked away all the surrounding air, then transformed it into boundless power that flowed into this extraordinary body.

He was never one to sit idly by and wait for death; even when surrounded, he would resolutely choose to take the initiative.

Anan's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, then reappeared in front of Medusa as if by teleportation, his fingers, transformed into sharp claws, mercilessly slashing towards those captivating yet dangerous eyes.

Of the four, Medusa, who possesses the Demon Eye, is undoubtedly the greatest threat to him. For this reason, he even temporarily suppressed his killing intent towards Tristan and chose her as his primary target.

Ugh—!

A sharp, howling wind, carrying a chilling killing intent, swept in. Medusa's pupils reflected a figure that was even more monstrous than herself. A suffocating pressure crashed down on her face, causing her to instinctively hold her breath. Her heart seemed to stop for a moment, her blood almost froze, and her limbs were so stiff that she couldn't even move.

In the food chain of nature, lower-level organisms will unconsciously produce some stress responses when facing certain higher-level organisms. This is an instinct imprinted deep in their genes after millions of years of evolution - the fear of facing natural enemies.

As one of the three Gorgon sisters, Medusa naturally had no natural enemies; she herself was the most terrifying monster in the world. But at this moment, she felt something far more restraining than any so-called natural enemy from Ananon.

【Kill God】! !

Having killed the Danu King Nuada and defeated the End God Vortigern, Anan was granted special abilities against god-level beings. Although not at the highest level, it was still a terrifying threat to a divine spirit like Medusa!

call out--!!

A sharp arrow pierced the air at breakneck speed, its tip coated with pale green magic that both increased its speed and greatly enhanced its penetrating power.

Only Atalanta, a follower of Artemis, the goddess of the moon and the hunt, could clearly perceive Anahn's every move in this state and react accordingly.

The piercing shriek grew louder as it approached, but Yanan didn't even turn around. He simply raised his other arm and blocked the arrow.

puff! !

The arrow, enveloped in a pale green glow, pierced through the arm covered in black scales in an instant, but its power was also exhausted upon impact, rendering it unable to cause any further damage.

Atalanta's cat ears twitched, and her rapidly contracting pupils revealed her inner turmoil—she hadn't held back at all with this arrow, unleashing its full power; she could have easily pulverized even the thick-skinned wild boar... but that man had actually stopped it with just one hand.

Just how terrifying was that monstrous body...?

As he deflected the arrow, Yanan's expression remained unchanged. His five fingers, held together like a precise scalpel, traced a perfect black arc through the air, slicing past Medusa's eyes.

The intense crimson color filled Medusa's vision almost instantly, followed by an indescribable pain. She covered her blood-soaked eyes and staggered backward, letting out a painful scream.

From the moment Anaen completed his transformation to the moment he blinded Medusa's demonic eye, the entire process lasted only a single breath. It wasn't until Medusa's scream reached his ears that Tristan finally realized what had happened.

Watching Medusa kneeling on the ground, groaning in agony as blood seeped from between her fingers, a chill ran down Tristan's spine and up his neck. The memory of that bloody, bone-deep experience surged back into his mind. The cruel reality crushed her previous pleasure and smugness, leaving only endless fear and trembling.

Only now did she realize just how vast the gap was between them and this outsider.

As the other party said, no matter how many ants there are in front of a dragon, they cannot cross the huge gap in strength.

The idea that "many ants can kill an elephant" is nothing but wishful thinking on their part.

"Roar--!!!"

Asterius roared furiously to the sky, wielding a heavy, sharp axe, his massive body stomping on the ground as he charged toward Anahn like a heavy tank.

The trembling of the ground awakened Tristan's will. Watching Asterius charge headlong towards the terrifying man, her pupils contracted sharply, and intense fear coalesced into a piercing scream:

Don't go!!!

However, her reminder came too late.

"Roar--!!!"

Asterius roared wildly, his muscular arms swinging two heavy axes with practiced ease, like a giant from mythology, as he brought them down directly on Anahn's head.

The sharp axe blade was reflected in his dark, deep pupils. Anan's face was as calm as a still pond. He neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his arm, covered with black dragon scales, to meet the giant axe that came crashing down.

clang!

When the giant axe came into contact with the arm, it produced a crisp sound like metal clashing. Blinding sparks danced between the palms. The axe blade, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, was now being stopped by this seemingly thin layer of black scales.

This scene would be shocking in any film or television work, let alone happening so nakedly before one's eyes. Asterius stood there stunned for a while before he reacted. He gripped the axe handle with both hands, wanting to launch another attack, but it felt as if the axe was stuck in a crevice and he couldn't pull it out no matter what he did.

Anaen gripped the axe blade, and no matter how Asterius pulled, his body did not move an inch, like a mountain standing on the earth.

The next moment, he pulled the axe blade backward, and Asterius's body was instantly dragged forward by this unstoppable force. But before he could land, a thigh wrapped in a pale silver armor rapidly expanded in front of him.

boom!

Anann's whip leg lashed out mercilessly at Asterius's face. With a ripple from the impact, the bull-head mask covering his face shattered instantly. His nearly three-meter-tall body flew backward like a powerless prop, tracing a perfect arc in the air before crashing into a small hill a dozen meters away, unconscious.

slam-la-

The long-awaited rain finally fell, and the entire world was stretched into a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere by the delicate, crystalline threads. Under the dark sky, the monster clad in silver armor stretched its body to its heart's content, displaying its violence and ferocity without restraint, like a demon king descended from hell.

Chapter Forty-Four: Tristan, Dead!

Turbulent rainwater stretched into a line as it fell from the gloomy sky, the pattering of raindrops never ceasing. Clear, mirror-like droplets slid down the veins of tender green leaves, landing on the ground and gathering together, meandering across the earth like blood vessels.

The rain soaked Tristan's hair and clothes, leaving her drenched and devoid of her usual arrogance. Instead, she looked like a disheveled drowned rat. Mud splattered from the rain onto her 20-centimeter high heels, staining them with an unsightly grime. In the past, she would have been furious, but now she just stood there blankly, her eyes devoid of their usual sparkle.

Medusa's hoarse wails still echoed in her ears. In the corner of her eye, Asterius lay motionless on a small hill that had been broken in half, seemingly dead. Directly in front of her, a dark figure like a demon was being bathed in the heavy rain. Rainwater slid down the pale silver armor and splashed into her heart, gathering into a pool of cold fear.

Even now, she still doesn't quite understand what happened. They had set a trap to lure their prey into a snare, and she was even overjoyed, thinking she had caught a big fish. But before her excitement could even subside, the big fish suddenly transformed into a ferocious dragon that would devour anyone it wanted, baring its bloody and cruel fangs at them.

In the blink of an eye, Medusa lost her most important magic eye, and Asterius, a descendant of a divine beast, was kicked away and completely lost his ability to move... In the blink of an eye, she was the only one left standing in the trio.

As for Atalanta, her all-out arrow only pierced the monster's arm. After the arrow was pulled out, the wound on the arm quickly healed without even a drop of blood flowing.

All of this, like the heavy rain, was filled with traces of unreality, like a hazy and illusory dream... But reality, like the cold rain, slapped coldly against Tristan's face, telling her that everything she saw was real.

In just a few minutes, they lost two of their top generals. No, if you include Cú Chulainn from before, they have actually lost three members... and all of them were done by the same person. The time difference between the loss and the loss was even shorter than the time she usually spends choosing shoes!

Even Lancelot back then had to go through a lot of trouble to take down these guys!

The vast difference in strength was once again laid bare before Tristan. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel the same way she did when facing the Lion King... no, even more intensely. The king was a god high above, untouched by the mortal world, while that guy was a hellish demon who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Tristan felt a little confused. Did the Grand Tutor really send them to deal with this monster so that he could capture it?

rustle--

The rustling sound of heavy footsteps on fallen leaves broke the dense and monotonous sound of the rain. Tristan suddenly looked up, and in his pupils was reflected the terrifying, devilish figure walking towards him step by step.

A wave of intense fear exploded in her mind like a bomb. Tristan screamed, her beautiful face contorted with terror. She instinctively backed away, frantically waving her hands: "Don't come any closer! You monster, don't come near me! Get away!"

As if he hadn't heard, Yanan walked forward in silence. His body, which had become much heavier after transforming into a dragon, left clear footprints on the wet and soft ground, each step seeming to pound on Tristan's heart.

He could have taken the woman's life in an instant, but he didn't, because dying so easily would have been too lenient for her.

He would use the most precise scalpel to slowly cut through this woman's psychological defenses, making her deeply experience the despair of death approaching step by step, and the sorrow and powerlessness of ordinary people whose fates were once in her hands but who were powerless to change their own.

To date, Anahn has encountered many Heroic Spirits, but very few of them can truly be called good; most are neutral with a touch of evil.

Even the most evil heroic spirits rarely attack ordinary people. Only this fairy bearing the name Tristan can do such a thing without hesitation, and even enjoy it.

Moreover, her reason for doing so was not because she was helpless due to external forces like Bagst. She did it simply to satisfy her vile desires and to derive pleasure from the cries and wails of ordinary people.

This stems from the nature of fairies; they are inherently unrestrained and highly self-centered beings. What are sins that humans consider incalculable are nothing more than trivial matters in the eyes of fairies.

However, Anan is human, not a fairy.

Therefore, he could not forgive the woman for her sins.

Yanan walked forward step by step, each step as if precisely measured without the slightest deviation. With each step he took forward, Tristan took a step back, until her high heels struck a protruding pebble, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground. The filthy mud stained her elegant swallowtail dress and her beautiful face, turning her from a graceful swan into a dirty ugly duckling.

But in Yanan’s eyes, this woman was neither an ugly duckling nor a swan, but a filthy swamp.

"Stop right there!" The relentless pressure finally broke Tristan's last shred of reason. She pressed her bright red fingernails against her heart, her mud-covered face twisted in a morbid madness, looking utterly ferocious. "If you take another step forward, I'll take you down with me!"

Yanan paused slightly, and just as Tristan was overjoyed, thinking that Yanan would retreat, he resumed his steps and continued walking towards her.

"Didn't you hear me! I told you to stop!" Tristan yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice no longer sweet, but filled with a hysterical madness. "I'm warning you, if you die here with me, then your Holy Roman Empire can expect to be razed to the ground by the King and the Grand Tutor!! And those civilians, not one of them will escape!"

"Then why don't you do it?" Anan finally spoke. The dragon blood had deepened his voice, revealing an unspeakable solemnity and majesty. "Isn't your ability to curse and kill regardless of distance? Besides, I'm standing right here. If you kill me, you'll have eliminated a major threat, right? Or are you unwilling to trade your own life for mine?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips: "I thought someone like you would have long since disregarded life and death."

Tristan's face twisted slightly. What she feared was not death. As a vampire, as long as there was enough blood, she could recover even if her heart was shattered.

What she truly feared was what she would do if even [Domination] couldn't kill this monster...

[Domination] was her last resort. It wasn't so much that she dared not use it, but rather that she dared not face the consequences...

Suddenly, Yanan stopped and looked up at the sky.

Above the pitch-black sky, several meteors suddenly tore through the heavy, dark clouds and fell toward the earth. As they fell, these meteors quickly split apart, like bursts of fireworks, carrying brilliant trails of magical energy, and rained down on the ground.

B+ Tier Anti-Military Noble Phantasm - [Arrow of Complaint]

The dreamlike rain of arrows illuminated Yanan's face. He raised his head and gazed calmly at them, his deep, dark eyes seeming to swallow all the arrows and melt them into the endless abyss.

He took out the Star of Eden, and a circle of pale blue light spread out from him, surrounding him like a dome.

Almost simultaneously, a rain of arrows fell from the sky, the magic encasing the arrows exploding instantly. The booming explosions even drowned out the sound of the torrential rain. The colorful radiance bloomed on the earth like flowers, displaying not only beauty but also terrifying destruction.

Whether it was Atalanta, who was a kilometer away, or Tristan, who had been deliberately kept out of the arrow rain, they both held their breath and stared intently at the center of the explosion.

The rain of arrows lasted for a full minute, until all one thousand arrows were exhausted, and only then did the deafening noise gradually subside.