In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

A Danu god suggested a way to kill Balor, but he was in high spirits after reclaiming his leadership of the gods from Bryth and refused to listen to anyone's advice, choosing instead to confront Balor directly.

Afterwards, unsurprisingly, having lost his silver arm, he was powerless to resist Balor's demonic eye and was directly pierced by the demonic light that represented death.

After his death, Balor launched an indiscriminate massacre of the Danu gods. The last Danu god, named "Esoron," stepped forward and used a rainbow as a slingshot to hurl a light projectile, Tathlum, which pierced Balor's demonic eye. Balor then killed him with the treasure Brionac.

This Esoren was the very same Danu god who had given him the advice. He had perfectly executed his plan, enabling the Danu people to overcome this great crisis.

Afterwards, Esoren was hailed as the new leader of the Danu gods.

Although the Danu gods ultimately won the war against the deep sea giants, the latter also paid a heavy price and were much weaker than before.

Later, when Aesolon's true identity was revealed, the gods were surprised to find that this new leader was actually the grandson of Balor, the leader of the deep sea giants. Midil, the son of Dagda, the father of the gods, who had long disliked him, would certainly not let this opportunity pass. He gathered nearly half of the Danu gods to attack Aesolon and forced him to abdicate.

Esoren, of course, refused to submit easily, and the conflict between the two was completely ignited, leading to the outbreak of the Danu God Clan's civil war, which significantly weakened their strength once again.

Ultimately, the Melian people from the south became the final straw that broke the camel's back, and the Danu people vanished into the dustbin of history.

After learning what had happened, indescribable regret gnawed at Nuada's heart day and night like an insect.

If he hadn't been so arrogant and had chosen to listen to Esoron's advice, the Danu gods wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses, and none of the subsequent events would have occurred.

If he were still alive, he could protect Esolon even if his identity were revealed.

If he were still alive, the conflict between Midil and Esolen would never have escalated to such a serious extent.

If he were still alive, the Danu tribe would not have broken out into a civil war, which would have ultimately led to their demise.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

If I could have another chance, I would definitely save the Danu God Clan.

This was the last sorrowful wish of the long-deceased king of the gods, and also the last thread connecting him to this world.

This is something even more fragile than flower petals; perhaps one day a gust of wind will blow it away completely.

But one day, a hand reached out, grabbed the thread, and pulled him back from hell.

"King of the gods who has hovered over this land for countless years, this is your last chance. If you wish to fulfill your tragic wish, then unleash all your power. Your people are waiting for you in the new world."

Thus, the king of the gods returned from hell, and even though he discovered that this world no longer belonged to the gods, he still refused to give up.

Because this was his last chance.

......

.....

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

Golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, landing on the hilt of the spear, vivid and beautiful.

Nuada lowered his head slightly, looking at the black and white spear that pierced through his chest.

"Perhaps this is retribution."

A slight, mocking smile appeared on the usually stern face of the King of the Gods.

The god who was resurrected because of his wish to save the Danu people, but because this thought was too strong, a crack appeared in his originally perfect mind. In the last moment of complete concentration, the enemy took advantage of the situation.

It was as if reality had played a cruel joke on us; those who held onto hope ultimately fell victim to their own hopes.

"Rejoice, King of Men, you have won a magnificent victory."

Life was slipping away, death was eroding, but Nuada seemed oblivious, her tone remaining calm.

“This era no longer belongs to the gods.” He shook his head slightly. “But it doesn’t belong to you either.”

Despite hearing these words, Yanan's expression remained calm.

"The power of ether is dissipating, the glorious era is coming to an end, and those you have protected will eventually be swept away by the torrent of time." A hint of pity appeared in his pale gold eyes. "At that time, will you, like me, become a ghost hovering over the earth, ultimately swallowed up by your own tragic wishes?"

“I have never liked to take a long-term view, because it makes my brain very tired. I would rather use that time to remind the chef not to leave any blood when grilling meat. I always eat meat well-done,” Yanan said calmly. “But if that day really comes, I will do everything in my power to reverse it, even if it means my death.”

Nuada paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Good! What a fine example of 'never regretting even in death'!"

He tossed the sword of victory, Krauss, to Anann, then with a slight twist of his left hand over his right, the Silver Arm was also severed and thrown towards Anann.

"Let them bear witness for me: what the King of God cannot do, the King of Man can do."

Anan took Krausolas and the Silver Arm, and said earnestly, "I will make you see that day."

"I also hope to see that day."

A relaxed smile appeared on Nuada's face, and her body dissipated inch by inch like particles of light.

Finally, the King of the Gods looked up at the sky, sighed softly, and offered his final prayer to some unseen being:

"Great goddess Danu, did you truly always believe that I was the rightful leader of the gods...?"

Chapter Forty: The Power of the Island

The golden light gradually disappeared into the boundless sky, and the souls that had hovered over this land for countless years could finally lay down their burdens and return to their final resting place.

The Sword of Victory, Krauss, was filled with an overwhelming sense of sorrow. Then, with a slight tremor, the aura flowing over the sword suddenly dissipated. Although its appearance remained unchanged, its spiritual essence vanished without a trace, giving one a feeling of "death."

Yanan watched silently, a complex expression appearing in his dark eyes.

This is the artifact that has been with Nuada the longest, and it has long since developed its own will.

Even when the follower leaves, it still chooses to follow in their footsteps.

"Honestly, what's the big deal?" he sighed softly.

"Hmm, I never would have guessed that this sword is so loyal," Nidhogg muttered to himself.

Anan turned his head to look at the Silver Arm: "So, what are your plans now?"

After a long while, a cold voice echoed in his ears: "I will carry out the will of the God-King and witness it to the very end."

Yanan narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you want to witness, I won't stop you, but you must promise not to cause me any trouble."

“Since the God-King has entrusted me to you, I will obey your arrangements,” said the will of the Silver Arm.

“I never believe in verbal promises,” Yanan said calmly, as a crimson feather suddenly fell from the void and landed in the silver arm.

"What is this thing! What have you done to me!?" Silver Arm's voice suddenly carried a hint of panic.

"It's just a few precautions. As long as you don't have any ulterior motives, there won't be any problems. But if you dare to do anything underhanded, I guarantee you will disappear from this world in an instant," Yanan said calmly.

The Silver Arm was filled with resentment. Since its birth, even the God King Nuada had never threatened it like this!

This human is far too arrogant!

It instinctively prepared to give Yanan a severe scolding, but upon noticing the trembling of the crimson feather, it was instantly so frightened that it couldn't utter a single word.

Having intimidated the will of the Silver Arm, Anann used his hand to draw the [Runes of Space] in the void, then threw the Silver Arm and the Sword of Victory, Kratos, into it.

He looked down at the battlefield below. The Knights had basically annihilated the main forces of the Dead Apostles and Chimeras and were now hunting down the remaining remnants.

"It seems I don't need to take action," he muttered to himself.

hum-

Suddenly, an inexplicable aura swept past him, and Yanan instantly raised his head, looking at the faintly shimmering red star in the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"This is......."

......

......

Floating on the mercury throne in the void, Morgan, dressed in a black and blue dress, was no longer as relaxed as before; her delicate face was full of solemnity.

As she watched Altruchi's pupils turn pure gold, an overwhelming sense of crisis enveloped her entire body like viscous mercury, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

It was terrifying. Even the former lowly king had never made her feel such a heavy sense of oppression!

"Altruchi's" pure gold eyes swept over Morgan, and she said thoughtfully:

"No wonder I smelled a familiar scent; it turns out you are an avatar of the primordial spirit."

Morgan's body stiffened slightly. His biggest secret had been exposed so easily!

"Since that's the case, for the sake of the primordial elves, I'll give you a chance to commit suicide," said "Altrucci," her tone as indifferent as if she were talking about something as trivial as "a group of ants on the ground."

Morgan remained silent, and the magic circle behind him suddenly burst forth with an incredibly bright light. Dozens of terrifyingly powerful magic beams, accompanied by deafening roars, hurtled towards "Altruki".

"A futile resistance."

"Altruchi" remained unmoved, her expression calm as still water, her palm facing forward, making a slight clench.

Boom—!!

As if held captive by an invisible hand, the magic beam cannons could no longer advance. Then, the instant "Altruki" grasped their hands, all the magic beam cannons exploded!

"Cough cough."

Morgan didn't have time to dodge the aftershocks of the explosion; her light blonde hair and long dress became quite disheveled, and she looked much more disheveled than usual.

A deep sense of solemnity appeared in Morgan's pale gold eyes. He finally realized that the enemy was far more powerful than he had imagined.

Facing such an enemy, if she doesn't go all out, she'll probably be in real danger today!

She took a deep breath and snapped her fingers.

hum-

The earth seemed to tremble slightly, and countless colorful rays of light surged from the ground, from the forests, from the rivers, and from all parts of the island, flowing into her body like a hundred rivers converging.

Morgan's aura grew increasingly vast and profound; despite her slender figure, she inexplicably gave the impression of being in the presence of the entire island.

"【Island Power】?" "Altrucci" raised an eyebrow slightly, a look of interest appearing in her eyes. "So that's how it is. You are Uther's child, the girl who inherited the 【Island Power】."

A vast amount of magical power surged within Morgan's body like a raging ocean. The magic circles that floated behind her overlapped one by one, eventually evolving into a huge magic circle with a radius of ten meters, almost obscuring half the sky!

A slender, jade-like finger extended, pointing towards "Altrucci," and her full, red lips uttered cold words:

"Submit to the power of the British Isles!"

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!!

A colossal pillar of light, reaching to the heavens and the earth, surged forth from the magic array. The vast magical energy fluctuations caused the Sea of ​​Aether to tremble violently, and the terrifying power caused even the void to shake violently!

Under this blinding radiance, "Eltrauge's" figure appeared as small as an ant, but a mocking smile appeared in her pure gold eyes.

"It's just a small island, yet it dares to dream of fighting against the entire planet?"