In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Even so, they still gripped their weapons tightly, their frenzied fighting spirit burning like a raging fire.

The snake head on the chimera's tail opened its mouth and spewed out a deadly venomous mist. At that moment, a gust of wind howled in, abruptly changing the direction of the venomous mist and directing it towards the nearby Dead Apostle.

"what--!!"

The Dead Apostle's eyes revealed utter terror. Unbearable pain emanated from every part of his body, his throat felt like it was burning with coals, and even breathing became incredibly difficult.

thump--

thump--

One by one they fell, their black robes and flesh corroded bit by bit, turning into a pile of white bones in the blink of an eye.

Golden rays of light gathered like fireflies, dispelling the darkness that enveloped the earth and illuminating everything around them with unparalleled brightness.

A clear and firm voice came from above.

"Gather the breath of the stars, the torrent of glorious life, and receive! [Excalibur]!"

boom!!!!!

A dazzling beam of light pierced the heavens and earth, crashing into the swarm of chimeras. A vast surge of magical energy coursed through the air, and amidst a mournful roar, hundreds of chimeras were instantly reduced to ashes and vanished without a trace.

The knights stared in disbelief at the scene, and even the remaining Dead Apostles and Chimeras were so frightened that they stopped in their tracks.

A petite figure descended from the sky, holding a golden sword that shimmered with light, her holy blue eyes as clear as a lake.

“I am the king’s apprentice knight, named Artoria, and I have come to assist you on the king’s orders.”

She reached out her hand, and a golden scabbard inlaid with blue enamel materialized and merged into the body of the knight whose heart had almost ruptured. A faint light, like that of a lake, flowed through him, and his injuries were quickly healed, returning him to his original state in the blink of an eye.

【The Distant Ideal Land】detached from the knight's body and returned to Artoria's hands once more.

Lanmarok was slightly taken aback. He naturally recognized Artoria's identity, but he never expected that this girl who usually followed the king quietly would possess such powerful strength.

"Then I'll have to trouble you!" He nodded solemnly to Artoria.

Realizing that the girl was their reinforcement, the Knights were instantly energized, their morale soaring, and they launched a counterattack against the Dead Apostles and Chimeras.

The dragon's heart pounded violently, spewing out a continuous stream of magic. Every time Artoria swung Excalibur, it released incredibly terrifying beams of magic, leaving deep trenches in the ground and forcing the surrounding Dead Apostles and Chimeras to retreat.

The situation reversed in an instant, and the knights, who had been suppressed, began a frenzied counterattack against the enemy.

"Damn it! Where did this girl come from?!" Eltrucci's expression turned slightly grave; her opponent's strength was far beyond her expectations.

If they continue like this, they will really lose.

Although these Chimeras and Dead Apostles were originally just pawns to test Camelot's strength, she wouldn't be heartbroken even if they were all lost.

But the key point is that the knightly order is too much of a threat. If they are let go today, this knightly order will bring them endless trouble on the battlefield in the future.

Therefore, no matter what, this knightly order must be kept here today!

"It seems you have no choice but to take action." She looked at the silver-armed man beside her.

Without uttering a word, the silver-armed man leaped into the air.

Soon, he arrived above the battlefield.

Looking down at the knights at his feet, he sighed softly:

"Such a valiant spirit, such a brilliant will, even I must admire them. If it were in those days, I would have drunk fine wine with you. But now, you are my greatest enemies, and I have no choice but to destroy you here."

"To show my respect for you, I will use my greatest power to give you the most magnificent death."

He raised his silver arm high, and a dazzling silver light shot into the sky. An incomparably strong and sharp aura tore through everything around him like a sword, and the void shattered layer by layer like glass, revealing large areas of dark and deep spatial cracks.

Such a violent commotion naturally attracted the attention of the Knights. They looked up at the sky and saw an incredibly dazzling silver beam of light.

Just by staring at that silver beam of light, they felt a stinging pain in their eyes and their whole bodies felt like they were being pricked by needles; any movement caused intense pain.

Artoria, the only one unaffected, also had a very solemn expression, with countless firefly-like lights converging towards the golden sword in her hand.

Just as the silver-armed man was about to wave his hand downwards—

boom!

A beam of light even more dazzling than the golden beam from before blasted in, turning the dark world into pristine white!

Chapter Thirty-Five: King Danu Nuada

Sensing the vast, ocean-like magical energy fluctuations, the silver-armed man's expression changed slightly. Without hesitation, he changed direction and swung his arm down towards the pillar of light.

Pure white and pure silver, two beams of light collided and met, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to stand still.

next moment--

Rumble rumble rumble—!!!

At the center of the collision, a deep black hole formed, and a terrifying spacetime storm swept out, cutting through everything around it like a sharp blade, engulfing everything in its path and annihilating it mercilessly.

The magical collision caused a violent gust of wind, which dispersed the dark clouds in the sky, allowing the brilliant sunlight to pour down.

The Dead Apostles frantically tried to dodge, knowing that if they were exposed to direct sunlight, they would instantly turn to ashes.

The two beams of light remained locked in a stalemate for about ten breaths before slowly dissipating. The surrounding strange phenomena also gradually disappeared, but the dark clouds could not gather again, making it look as if a hole had been punched through the sky.

The knight's lance, covered in holy lily patterns, flew backward and landed in the hands of a black-haired man clad in azure silver armor. Pale blue wings formed from wind elements supported him as he stood in the sky, his deep black eyes as calm and undisturbed as a still lake.

"Who are you?" The silver-armed man's expression was solemn. The feeling of being pricked by needles constantly reminded him that the young man in front of him was definitely an enemy not to be underestimated.

"Before asking someone's name, you should at least introduce yourself first. Don't you even understand this most basic courtesy?" Yanan said calmly.

The silver-armed man remained silent for a moment, then a look of utmost seriousness appeared in his golden eyes: "You are a formidable opponent, worthy of my full effort. Therefore—"

He straightened his back, exuding a terrifying aura as imposing and unyielding as a towering mountain: "I am Nuada, a descendant of the goddess Danu, the king of the Danu tribe!"

Nuada... Yanan's eyes narrowed slightly.

In fact, when he saw the other party's silver arm, which looked like it was made of silver, and the golden sword at his waist, he had already guessed the other party's identity.

But hearing the other party admit it himself, he still found it somewhat unbelievable.

Nuada is a renowned war god in Celtic mythology, whose iconic features are his silver arms and the golden sword Krauss, which represents victory.

Bedivere, who appears in the Camelot Singularity of the first part of FGO, has a Noble Phantasm called "Holding His Sword Tightly, Silver Arm" which comes from the god-king Nuada of Danu.

However, this Noble Phantasm actually has nothing to do with Nuada's Silver Arm. Merlin just borrowed the concept. The true identity of Bedivere's Silver Arm is the Holy Sword Excalibur, which has not yet been returned.

And now, the real Silver Arm stands before Anan.

“Nuada, if I remember correctly, you should have been killed by the leader of the deep sea giants, the evil-eyed demon king Balor, long ago. How did you manage to return to this world?” Anan asked.

He was absolutely certain that Nuada before him was neither a heroic spirit nor a fake. His vigorous vitality and noble and powerful aura revealed without a doubt that he was the king of the Danu tribe who had once ruled Ireland.

“For the sake of my unfulfilled vows, even hell cannot devour me,” Nuada said in a deep voice.

“A compassionate wish?” Yanan frowned slightly. “What exactly do you want?”

Nuada did not answer, but said, "My name has been revealed, now it is your turn."

"My name is Anahn, the dragon of Britain who pulled the sword from the stone according to prophecy, the destined king of Camelot." Anahn stood with his sword at the ready, his voice deep and majestic, his gold-trimmed cloak fluttering in the wind, his aura no less imposing than that of the Danu king before him.

“So you are the new king of Camelot.” Nuada nodded slightly. “I never expected that a king like you could appear in this day and age.”

"I am very curious: the resurgence of the Fantasy Species, the resurrection of the King of the Gods, the alliance of the True Ancestor's Dead Apostles—who exactly is the guy behind all of this, the one who orchestrated it all?" Yanan said calmly.

"When the time is right, you will know!" Nuada laughed loudly, drew his sword of victory, Krausolas, from his waist, and charged toward Anan.

"I hate being led by the nose, so I think it's easier to just pry your mouth open." Yanan took out the sword in the stone, vibrated the elemental wings on his back, and faced Nuada head-on.

……

……

High in the sky, the figures of Azure Silver and Pure Silver clashed, and a vast, raging wind carrying away magic swept through everything around them. The crisp sound of metal clashing against metal was like thunder that resounded through the heavens.

Seeing the two figures entangled in the sky, Eltrauge's face turned almost green.

She sensed a deep malice, as if the whole world was against her.

First, Camelot sent a 300-man knightly order that routed an 8,000-man Ghanaian army, giving her a resounding slap in the face.

Then, when she realized the threat posed by this knightly order, she sent out chimeras and deadlings to besiege them. Just as they were about to succeed, a blonde girl appeared and unleashed a beam of light that wiped out nearly a quarter of the chimeras, giving the knightly order a chance to counterattack.

Now even Nuada has personally taken action, but then a black-haired man wearing azure silver armor suddenly appeared and fought him to a standstill.

Every time she thought she had the upper hand, something unexpected would always happen.

What else could this be but a direct attack?!

Altrouge trembled with rage, tears welling in her eyes. Could this world ever be any better? It was filled with persecution against her; when would she ever be able to stand up again...?

"I refuse to believe it!" Gritting his teeth, his crimson eyes blazed with fury. "Rizowol, you go stop that blonde girl. I'll personally wipe out that knightly order! I want to see what other tricks these guys have up their sleeves!"

"Your Highness..."

"Obey orders!"

A soft sigh echoed from the void: "Yes."

......

......

On the battlefield, the scales of victory are gradually tipping in favor of the Knights.

Artoria's Noble Phantasm had previously reduced the number of Chimeras by nearly 30%. Then, the clash between Anahn and Nuada created a gap in the clouds, allowing sunlight to penetrate and illuminate the earth, which greatly restricted the movements of the Dead Apostles.

Sunlight is undoubtedly a deadly weapon for the Dead Apostles; the slightest touch will result in their annihilation.

These two factors significantly reduced the attack power of the Dead Apostles and Chimeras, directly drastically reducing the pressure faced by the Knights.

Furthermore, the power of the Black Abyss White Flower within them is rapidly healing their injuries. With this shift in power, they are gradually gaining the upper hand in this war.

Realizing this, the morale of the Knights soared once again, and they launched an even fiercer counterattack against the enemy.

However, at this moment—

laugh--

A jet-black greatsword cleaved through the void and hurtled straight toward Artoria's back.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Generals Against Generals