In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a scarlet spear made of sea monster bones appeared in his hand, tearing through the deep night like lightning.

……

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"Roar!!"

The gust of wind whipped up by the wings knocked the fully armed knights to the ground. Their worn armor was as fragile as paper under those sharp claws, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten knights lost their ability to fight.

There was nothing they could do about it. With their strength, even facing a wyvern head-on would come at a considerable cost, let alone being ambushed like this.

A shadow that blotted out the sky fell down, and the young knight trembled as he looked at the claws that gleamed with a chilling light. Just moments ago, another knight had been torn to pieces by those claws.

Fear gripped his heart like the claws of a demon, and his trembling legs had completely lost the ability to move.

Clang——

The tall, old knight stepped forward, brandishing his iron sword to repel the dragon, and then lifted the young knight up as if he were a chick.

"Run! Don't look back!"

The young knight gritted his teeth: "I...I can't leave you alone..."

"Enough with the nonsense. You're nothing but a hindrance to me." The heavy voice carried an undeniable force. "Go back to town, get reinforcements, go find Sir Hector. He's the most powerful knight in Tyrell."

Watching the young knight's departing figure, a smile appeared on the old knight's weathered face.

That's it, you are the hope of Britain's future, so let this old man pave the way for you to the future.

Chapter Four: The God with Black Hair and Black Eyes

Seeing its prey about to escape, the wyvern spread its wings to give chase, only to be blocked by a broad iron sword.

"You'll have to step over my dead body to get past me!"

An old knight with gray hair stood blocking the way, his voice deep and resolute.

Its vertical pupils, brimming with wild power, turned crimson. The two-legged dragon spread its wings, revealing a demonic and ferocious body. Foul-smelling saliva flowed from between its sharp fangs, and it let out a thunderous, deafening roar.

"Roar!!!"

A violent aura surged forth like a tidal wave, causing the old knight to involuntarily take a step back, the veins on his calloused hands bulging.

Faced with the fantastical beings from the Age of Gods, he knew he had no chance of winning.

But there are some things that you have to do even if you know you can't do them.

This is the glory of a knight.

"Come on! You beast! Let's see if your teeth can swallow this old bone of mine!"

The two-legged dragon charged forward, its immense force carving a long trail through the ground for the old knight.

With sharp claws and a thick tail, the two-legged dragon unleashed its full power, its relentless onslaught overwhelming the old knight with no chance to retaliate.

Like a small boat in a storm, it sways precariously, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

He was not a hero who inherited mysterious powers, but merely an ordinary person who adhered to the standards of a knight and constantly honed his skills.

The curse of aging robbed him of his youth, along with his strength and agility; all he now possesses is the experience and wisdom accumulated over time.

But this is useless.

The wind howled mournfully, and its thick tail lashed mercilessly at his abdomen like a slave owner's whip, crashing through three large trees before finally bringing him to a stop.

He was truly old; the heavy breathing I heard was the groan of his aged body, a lament of unbearable strain.

He could no longer see anything; thick blood filled his entire vision, and in his sluggish body, even the pain was no longer so vivid.

A strong, stench filled his nostrils; that damned beast was probably contemplating where to begin its attack.

"It stinks even more than old John's armpits."

He muttered something and put down the sword in his hand.

He has fulfilled his mission and lived up to the name of a knight.

"Ah... I remember the apples in the backyard are almost ripe. What a pity. I wish I could take one more bite before all my teeth fall out."

boom!

Crimson lightning tore through the deep night, instantly piercing the head of the wyvern, the immense impact pinning its massive body firmly to the tree trunk.

"It's a real shame if you don't have good teeth to bite into an apple."

The boy, almost blending into the night, emerged from the darkness, a spear formed from the black and white light swirling in his hand, which gently pierced the old knight's shoulder.

A tremendous life force surged into his body, his broken ribs and damaged internal organs rapidly healed, his pale hair quickly turned black and thick, his shriveled muscles swelled up again, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared at an alarming rate.

In just a few breaths, the old knight's injuries were completely healed, and he even became stronger, as if he had become decades younger in an instant.

He knelt on the ground, his head pressed tightly against the earth, his whole body trembling. The fear he had not felt even when facing the two-legged dragon filled his heart at this moment.

A miracle. This is undoubtedly a miracle. Only a legendary god could wield such power!

How can insignificant and ignorant mortals look directly at the glory of God? Such a rebellious act is undoubtedly blasphemy!

"The lowly ant Kars pays homage to the divine being!"

Yanan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You misunderstand. I'm just an ordinary person passing by, not some deity."

Kars still dared not raise his head. The nature of gods is often incredibly strange. One second they might be kindly helping you, and the next they might cut off your head without hesitation.

Although he was not a devout believer, he always kept in mind the admonitions from the church.

"You must show humility before the gods!"

So no matter how much Anan tried to persuade him, Karls refused to raise his head.

Knights are such stubborn guys; once they've made up their minds about something, not even ten oxen could pull them back.

Left with no other option, Yanan could only say in a slightly annoyed voice, "If you don't get up, I'm going to get angry."

Karls stood up quickly.

He cautiously examined the unknown deity before him; judging from his appearance alone, he should be a boy of about fifteen years old.

But he knew it was meaningless; appearance and age were completely irrelevant to the gods.

His gaze was fixed on the boy's black hair and eyes, and he trembled all over, almost kneeling down again.

As a former vassal state of Rome, that powerful and ancient empire was like an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of every Briton.

Those black-haired Roman soldiers were as brave as the offspring of the gods. They were fearless and forged ahead, like a mighty river, relentlessly washing away all obstacles in their path.

The British both feared and worshipped that powerful empire, so they also revered black, because it was the color of conquerors and a synonym for power.

The boy in front of me not only had black hair, but also black eyes. Isn't that the mark of a god?

Karls had never seen a god before, but to him, the black hair and eyes were undoubtedly features that only ancient and powerful gods could possess!

Yanan looked at the old knight strangely, and for some reason, he felt that the man seemed to be trembling even more violently.

Am I too scary-looking?

He touched his face. Nourished by the white flowers of the Black Abyss since childhood, his face was so radiant that even the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom couldn't help but exclaim that it was "as bright as the sun." He couldn't possibly be more terrifying than that ugly monster, the two-legged dragon.

A series of loud noises came from all directions, followed by deafening roars.

Karls's face changed drastically: "Damn it! I forgot that bipedal dragons are social creatures, and there must be other companions of this monster nearby! If we kill it, its companions will definitely go mad! My Lord, we must run!"

“First, my name is Yanan, and I am just an ordinary person, not some god.” Yanan waved his hand, and the scarlet spear flew back into his hand.

"Secondly, we are already...surrounded."

Chapter 5 Key of Erosion: Jizo's Soul

One by one, ferocious heads emerged from the dense jungle, their bright yellow vertical pupils standing out stare intently at Anan and Kars, their eyes gleaming with savagery and greed.

"This...this..."

Large drops of cold sweat slid down his forehead. Karls gripped his greatsword tightly, but still found no solace.

He was already risking his life to face a single two-legged dragon, but now there were at least a dozen surrounding them, and all their escape routes were blocked. Even if he sprouted wings, he wouldn't be able to escape from here!

Is this life, which I barely escaped with, about to end here?

Are you scared?

A calm voice came from the side. Kars was slightly startled, turned his head, and saw that Yanan's face was still calm and composed.

"No, I am not……"

“Fear is normal, there’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Yanan said without turning his head. “Humans are very small creatures. There are too many things in this world that can threaten us. It is precisely because of our lack of security that we keep improving ourselves. Fear and apprehension are the driving forces that keep us humans moving forward.”

Perhaps it was Yanan's composure that gave Kars courage. He took a deep breath and nodded: "Thank you for your guidance. I will always remember your words."

He became even more convinced of his belief that this black-haired, black-eyed boy was definitely an ancient deity with great wisdom.

Only those gods who have lived for countless ages can stand at such a perspective to examine human nature and utter such truthful words.

If Yanan knew what the old knight was thinking at this moment, he would probably only feel helpless.

He was just an ordinary person standing on the shoulders of giants.

"Don't worry, since I'm standing here, I'll make sure you're safe."

The crimson spear dissipated into shards of light, and a darkness deeper than darkness itself gathered in Anan's palm, while a vast amount of negative emotion swept outwards like a storm.

An indescribable fear gripped the hearts of the two-legged dragons; they froze instantly, trembling as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

The old knight collapsed to the ground. If it weren't for Yanan's use of the Black Abyss White Flower to enhance his life force, he might have already died from cardiac arrest.

It was a feeling that defies description, as if millions of people were whispering the most vicious curses and the filthiest words in his ear all at once.

Whether a knight with a strong will or a believer with unwavering faith, they all appear utterly insignificant and humble in the face of this tide that gathers all the evils of the world.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a brief moment. After the evil wave subsided, the old knight, like a drowning person who had just been rescued, took a few deep breaths.

He looked at the boy's back with awe, and suddenly noticed that the boy had somehow acquired a strangely shaped weapon in his hand.

It looks somewhat like a sword, but it is too thin and has a slightly different structure. If a strong knight were to hold it, it would look as ridiculous as a child's toy.

Karls almost slapped himself. How could he have such an offensive thought towards the gods!