In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"You...you dissected them all?"

"Of course, although the number is a bit small, Dead Apostles are very good experimental materials."

Mentioning the experiment, Morgan seemed immediately intrigued, leaning forward slightly as if chatting with a like-minded old friend: "By the way, did you know that although you Dead Apostles look like humans, your body structure is significantly different? Your teeth are actually hollow, with a small hole on the inside. When you suck blood, the blood flows into your esophagus through this hole. I once smashed all of a Dead Apostle's teeth and replaced them with a set of human teeth, and sure enough, he couldn't suck blood anymore."

"Furthermore, powerful Dead Apostles typically develop a special mucous membrane on their skin. This membrane, much like a turtle's shell, helps them block something in the sunlight, which is why they appear unafraid of it."

"I once captured a dead apostle who had sucked the blood of a thousand young girls. I used a special technique to remove the mucous membrane from the surface of his skin, and then put him in the sunlight. Sure enough, he was burned to death just like an ordinary dead apostle very quickly."

"Unfortunately, although I understand the principle behind why the Dead Apostles are not afraid of sunlight, I still don't understand what exactly in the sunlight causes such terrible damage to the Dead Apostles. If I could figure it out, perhaps I could create magic specifically for the Dead Apostles."

"Besides that, the number of bones in you is also different from that of humans..."

Morgan Lefebvre continued his eloquent speech, completely unaware that Eltruzy's eyes below were gradually losing their luster, and her face was becoming increasingly blank, as if a new world had been opened to her.

She once thought Zhu Yue was the most terrifying person in the world because her strength was so great that no one could resist her, leaving only endless despair.

But only now does she finally understand that true terror is never based on power!

Some people, just by opening their mouths, can awaken the deepest fears in others and leave the most profound shadows!

This woman named Morgan Lefève is a complete madwoman!

Eltrauge suddenly recalled what Zhu Yue had once said about those beings who wandered in the depths of the endless starry sky, hovering in the cracks of time and space, beings that could not be described in words. It was said that whenever someone called their name, they would hear extremely evil and blasphemous words echoing in their ears.

—Isn't this exactly what she's going through right now!

For a moment, she seemed to see countless tentacles with eyes and teeth emerging from behind Morgan, his body shrouded in an eerie mist, indescribable and impossible to look at directly.

“I always thought I knew enough about the Dead Apostles, but it wasn’t until I saw you that I realized how amazing this world is.” Morgan stared intently at Altruchi, his pale gold eyes gleaming with an eerie light. “I can clearly feel that you are different from other Dead Apostles. You possess a ‘concept’ that far surpasses that of ordinary Dead Apostles. This is a power I have never seen before.”

—Altruchi was no stranger to that look; it was the look of a hunter spotting its prey!

“So…” Morgan’s face broke into a breathtaking smile, “If you don’t mind, could I take a closer look at this power within you?”

Research?

Recalling the experimental scene described by Morgan, a strong fear instantly gripped Eltruchi's heart like the claws of a demon. Her scarlet eyes showed an expression of utter terror, and she turned and ran away into the distance without a second thought.

She had absolutely no desire to fight; the only thought in her mind was to stay away from this crazy woman!

The farther the better!

"It seems you're not too willing to cooperate." Morgan smiled unsurprisedly as he watched Altruchi's retreating figure. "But I'm sorry, up to now, I've never failed to get anything I've wanted."

She pointed her finger slightly forward, and dozens of black tentacles instantly shot out from the magic circle, chasing after Altruchi.

"Don't come near me!" Altruchi screamed in alarm as the surrounding crimson mist surged wildly toward the black tentacles.

chi chi-

The crimson mist corroded the black tentacles, which paused slightly before continuing their attack on Eltruchi.

"Damn it, you forced me to do this!"

Eltrauge gritted her teeth, suddenly stood still, and closed her eyes.

An inexplicable charm emanated from her, and the blood moon hanging high in the sky suddenly flickered slightly.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The black tentacles came rushing in, but before they could even get close to Eltruch's body, they vanished without a trace like smoke.

Upon seeing this, Morgan frowned slightly.

"How dare you touch my vessel with such filthy things."

Suddenly, an ancient and vast aura emanated from Eltrauge, and her slowly opened eyes shone with a dazzling golden light as bright as a torch.

"How do you intend to atone for this blasphemous sin?"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The God Who Carried Hope Will Ultimately Be Devoured (4000 words, two chapters combined)

Let's go back ten minutes.

While Artoria and Morgan le Fay were locked in a fierce battle with Rizzowol and Altrouge, the battle between the King of Man and the King of Gods in the sky was also intensifying.

swish swish swish—

Black abyss and white flowers intertwined in the void, creating sharp afterimages. The terrifying, storm-like attacks wove together into an impenetrable net, enveloping Nuada.

The King of the Protoss brandished his Sword of Victory, struggling against the barrage of spears, with absolutely no chance to retaliate.

After replacing the sword in the stone with a gun, Yanan's combat power increased several times over. His mastery of the gun technique was effortless, sweeping away his previous slump and suppressing Nuada instead.

"This marksmanship... What is your relationship with the mistress of the Shadow Kingdom?" Nuada asked in a deep voice.

"I'll tell you when you're dead!" Yanan didn't bother to respond at all. His spear technique became increasingly bizarre, often thrusting out from all sorts of inexplicable angles, forcing Nuada to be on high alert to deal with it.

Even so, his situation did not improve at all.

His golden eyes flickered slightly. His rich combat experience made the King of the Gods clearly realize that continuing like this would only make his situation worse.

He was absolutely certain that the black-haired man before him was connected to the mistress of the Land of Shadows; his familiar marksmanship was almost identical to that of the woman named Scáthach.

She was a woman who had already honed her martial arts to a level of perfection. With just a gun, she could accomplish the feat of slaying gods. Even though the young man in front of her only possessed seventy or eighty percent of that woman's skills, he was already struggling to keep up.

He is a god of war, not a god of soldiers or a god of war. He excels at commanding large-scale wars, but in terms of personal martial arts, he can only be considered to have barely touched the threshold of the ultimate realm.

The man in front of him had clearly already firmly established himself at that level.

—This is only natural. With the Queen of the Land of Shadows imparting her knowledge without reservation and the Child of Light from Ireland providing daily training, if one cannot reach the pinnacle even after more than ten years, then, in Scáthach's words, "one might as well commit suicide."

Realizing the gap between himself and Yanan, Nuada made a decision in an instant and rushed straight forward.

Swish swish—!

The sharp spear shadow pierced through, but the King of the Gods showed no intention of defending himself, his golden eyes fixed on Anan.

*Pfft!*

The black and white spears slashed across Nuada's shoulder and abdomen, but he did not stop. The golden sword Krauss, representing victory, suddenly burst forth with an incomparably bright and scorching light, like a rising sun.

"cut!"

With a sharp shout, a mighty sword aura shot straight into the sky and slashed vertically down towards Yanan!

His dark eyes reflected a dazzling light as he watched the impending lightsaber fall, yet Anan's expression remained utterly calm.

A complex, deep green rune was reflected in his eyes, and an ancient and vast power spread out, causing the concept of space to suddenly change, and the positions of Yanan and Nuada instantly switched.

The lightsaber slashed down, its terrifying power traveling far and wide, instantly slicing off the top of a small hill.

Nuada turned around, his expression remaining unchanged even though his long-planned attack had ultimately failed.

“The primordial runes,” he murmured. “To be willing to teach you even such an ancient and forbidden secret art, it seems your relationship with Scáthach is closer than I imagined. But what surprises me even more is that you are so young, yet you have achieved such mastery in spearmanship and primordial runes. Even in the Age of Gods, your talent is terrifyingly high.”

"Thank you for the compliment," Yanan said with a smile.

Nuada glanced at his shoulder, where there was a wound from the white flower in Yanan's hand. At this moment, his life force was flowing out of the wound.

He glanced at his abdomen again, where another black spear had pierced him. A tangible black mist now clung to the spot like a persistent, insidious poison, and a terrifying deathly force continued to seep into his body.

Both of these forces are at an extremely high level; even with his power, he can only suppress them, not expel them.

Previously, his attention had been focused on Yanan's marksmanship, but only now did he realize that those two guns were no ordinary objects either.

This coexistence of life and death reminded him of Dagda, the father of the gods of the Danu tribe. Legend has it that this ancient and powerful deity wielded a giant club, one end of which could kill enemies, while the other end possessed the power to bring the dead back to life.

If he hadn't been unable to sense the presence of the god Danu, he would have even thought that the two guns were transformed from Dagda's stick.

Even so, the power of these two guns should not be underestimated.

He was already inferior to his opponent in martial arts, and with those two strange spears, if he continued to fight like before, he would eventually be worn down to death.

Therefore, he must act quickly and decisively.

Realizing this, Nuada's eyes gradually hardened.

boom--!!

His towering body suddenly unleashed an incredibly powerful aura. The golden sword was switched to his left hand, while his right arm, shimmering with silver light, overflowed with wisps of sharpness, mercilessly tearing cracks into the surrounding void.

Noticing this change, Yanan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It seems you're not planning to drag this out any longer."

"In terms of magical reserves, martial arts skills, and weapon quality, I am inferior to you in every way," Nuada said calmly, frankly acknowledging the gap between himself and Yanan. "That last time was the best opportunity I could find, but it still didn't work out. If I continue to fight you, I will surely lose."

"Therefore, I will now use my last and most powerful strength to fight you to the death!"

"Such a decisive choice truly befits the King of the Gods." Anan smiled. "In that case, I have no choice but to respond."

boom--!!

A terrifying surge of magical energy erupted into the sky, like a boiling ocean, its power in no way inferior to that of Nuada on the opposite side.

hum-

A vast and powerful stream of magic flowed into the twin pistols, causing the white flowers to bloom with a bright, pure white light, making them appear even more holy. The black abyss devoured all the surrounding light, becoming even more profound and mysterious.

The golden sword Krauss shines brightly, like a newly risen sun, while its silver arm is incomparably sharp, displaying the power to tear everything apart.

The black eyes and the golden eyes gazed at each other from afar, and at that moment, it seemed as if even time and space had stopped flowing.

Then—

"go with!"

With a sharp shout, the spears of light and darkness, representing two completely different forces—life and death, rebirth and destruction—roared out. The terrifying power caused the void to tremble slightly, and the black and white light almost covered half the sky!

Just as Nuada was about to unleash the full power of Krausolas and the Silver Arm, he suddenly saw the black dragon phantom wrapped around Anahn casting its gaze at him.

From those jet-black dragon eyes, he saw a scene—

Countless dark blue-skinned giants surged up from the seabed, frantically rushing towards the magnificent palace, engaging in fierce battle with the gods who guarded their homeland.

Ruins and ruins, the ravages of war, shattered mountains, collapsed ground—everywhere was filled with an apocalyptic desolation.

Suddenly, a terrifying black beam of light descended from the sky. All the gods that came into contact with the beam of light were instantly reduced to ashes before they could even scream.

—This is the image that Nuada keeps buried deep in her heart.

This scene occurred on the day the Deep Sea Giants attacked the Danu God Clan, and that pillar of light came from the leader of the Deep Sea Giant Clan, the Evil Eye Demon King Balor!

Nuada will never forget that terrifying eye; anything that was looked upon by it, even a powerful god, could not escape the fate of death.