In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Vortigern snorted coldly, and the lightning around him surged and roared, propelling him forward as well.

The 500-meter distance passed in the blink of an eye. As if they had agreed beforehand, the two simultaneously clenched their fists and punched each other hard!

Bang--!!

A heavy rumble, like muffled thunder, erupted from the void. Vortigern and Anan were sent flying backward, carving two deep furrows in the dark earth, scattering large patches of pale bones buried in the soil.

Yanan staggered back more than ten meters before regaining his balance. He looked down at his right hand, which was charred black from the lightning strike. His arm hung limply on his shoulder, with white bone fragments protruding from it. Blood flowed down like a winding river, a horrifying sight.

To be honest, this is probably the most serious injury he has suffered since leaving the Land of Shadows.

Meanwhile, Vortigern, who was opposite him, only retreated two or three meters. Apart from a few scratches on his fist, he was completely unharmed and didn't even bleed. He was in much better condition.

In the first round of the encounter, Yanan suffered a near-total defeat.

“Now you should realize how big the gap is between us,” Vortigern said coldly. “You need to have the ability to talk big, otherwise you’ll just become a laughing stock.”

"Don't speak so soon." A beam of white light flowed across his right arm, the charred skin quickly peeled off, the broken wounds healed rapidly, and the broken bones were put back in place. In just a moment, Yanan's arm was completely restored.

“This is… immortality?” Vortigern frowned slightly. “No, this is not immortality, but it is indeed some kind of very powerful life force.”

Yanan shook his arm, looked at Vortigern, and said, "You are indeed much stronger than I imagined. In that case, I can't hold back anymore."

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and said in a deep voice, "Black Dragon Body, fully unleashed!"

boom--!!

A powerful aura, like the surging ocean, emanated from Yanan, causing his body to suddenly grow taller. Black lines, imbued with the aura of death, gradually covered his skin, and his black hair stretched all the way down to his waist. His already pitch-black eyes became even more profound, like a bottomless abyss, swallowing the souls of all who watched.

He hunched over slightly, and two large bulges suddenly appeared on his back. Then, with a tearing sound of cloth being ripped, a pair of three-meter-long black bone wings unfurled amidst the blood mist, looking as ferocious as a demon, yet as beautiful as an angel.

“This is…” Vortigern’s pupils suddenly contracted, and a rare emotional fluctuation appeared on his face, “The power of Nidhogg?”

He took a deep breath and glanced at the black dragon lying prostrate at the foot of the World Tree in the distance, enveloped in a white halo: "I finally understand why you came here."

"As I said, the real battle has only just begun." Yanan's voice was deep and hoarse, and the mere words he uttered were enough to involuntarily exert a heavy pressure on those who heard them.

It has been more than half a year since he awakened his Black Dragon body, and now he has finally absorbed all the power that Nidhogg left in his body.

It can be said that he is now completely equivalent to one-tenth of Nidhogg.

With a light stomp of his foot, a sonic boom instantly erupted in the air. A black afterimage streaked through the air and arrived in front of Vortigern in the blink of an eye. His right hand was clenched into a fist, and the terrifying power compressed the surrounding air into a vortex before slamming it down on Vortigern.

The attack was so fast that Vortigern didn't even have time to react and could only watch helplessly as the fist grew larger and larger in front of him.

boom--!!!

With a muffled thud like a drumbeat, Vortigern was sent flying backward, crashing into a small hill hundreds of meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"This power... I underestimated you. No wonder you were able to kill Nuada."

A gust of wind swept by, dispelling all the smoke and dust, and Vortigern's figure reappeared before Anahn.

Half of his head was completely caved in, making him look incredibly grotesque and terrifying. But miraculously, he was still alive despite such severe injuries.

Under Anan's gaze, Vortigern's sunken half of his face swelled up like an inflating balloon, and his teeth, eyeballs, skin... returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

Immortality... Yanan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Even with Nidhogg's power, you're still just a human being—"

Vortigern roared to the sky, but what came out of his mouth was not a human roar, but a magnificent dragon's cry. Scales as white as jade covered every corner of his body, and white dragon wings as white as jade spread out on his back. His golden vertical pupils shone with a dazzling light like the sun.

"And I am the supreme god!"

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Fated Showdown – The Battle Between the Black Dragon and the White Dragon

Having fully unleashed his power, Vortigern moved his body, and a series of cracking and popping sounds rang out from his entire body.

"Let me, the King, tell you just how vast the difference is between humans and gods!"

His white bone wings fluttered slightly, and he shot out like a cannonball, leaving a long trail of afterimages in the air.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Yanan, his dragon-scale-covered fists compressing the surrounding air and crashing down like a mountain.

Yanan's dark eyes remained calm, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he met the attack head-on.

boom--!!!

With a deafening roar, the earth shook and the ground trembled, as if the whole world had been shaken. The ground beneath their feet instantly collapsed and cracked, and a visible shockwave spread out, kicking up a cloud of sand and dust!

"Die!"

Vortigern's eyes flashed with utter madness as he swung his fists, creating afterimages that were almost invisible to the naked eye, and unleashed a storm of blows towards Anan.

"You're not qualified!"

Yanan's eyes were cold, and a power as surging as the sea coursed through his body as he swung his fists with lightning speed, deflecting Vortigern's attacks time and time again.

Bang bang bang bang—! ! !

A series of explosions resounded, and terrifying shockwaves spread in all directions. The fierce winds they generated mercilessly tore apart everything around them. The earth cracked and the void trembled, as if ancient giants were fighting each other!

This is a fateful duel, and a continuation of mythology. The black dragon that ended the age of gods and the white dragon that symbolized the age of gods stand on the battlefield, unleashing their most powerful force with the most primal violence!

"The gods are invincible!!"

Vortigern roared to the sky, his golden eyes shining with a dazzling light like the sun, piercing straight into Anahn's eyes, causing the latter to subconsciously turn his head slightly.

Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Vortigern immediately lunged forward, his sharp claws aimed straight for Anahn's heart.

But then, a black afterimage suddenly flashed before his eyes—

*Pfft!*

Steaming hot blood splattered out, and a shocking black gash stretched from Vortigern's left shoulder all the way to his lower abdomen, almost tearing his entire body apart.

"Tsk, I thought this shot would finish you off, but you still managed to react." A black spear appeared in Yanan's hand at some point, with a tangible black mist swirling around it, emanating a strong aura of death.

Vortigern's expression turned slightly grave; he had never seen such incredible marksmanship before.

"Is this what you rely on?" he said in a deep voice. "But it's useless. As long as my immortality remains, you can't kill me."

"Is that so?" Yanan's lips curled into a slight smile. "Then why don't you take a look and see if your injuries have healed?"

Vortigern immediately looked down, only to see that the long, narrow black scratch showed no signs of being repaired. A thin layer of black mist shrouded it, completely blocking his immortality.

"This—!" Vortigern's golden pupils suddenly contracted, then he seemed to understand something and looked up at the black spear in Anahn's hand.

It's the gun that's the problem!

“Any injury inflicted by this spear can be healed by anyone but myself.” Yanan casually twirled the Black Abyss. “Unless you are willing to give up a portion of your immortality in exchange.”

This is one of the characteristics of the Black Abyss White Flower. Any enemy pierced by the Black Abyss can only be healed by the creative power of the Black Abyss White Flower in its complete state; no other power can cure it.

Including immortality.

Even Merlin, when struck in a vital spot by the power of the Abyss, had no choice but to sacrifice a portion of his immortality to save himself.

There is no such thing as eternal life in the world. Although immortality is powerful, it does not mean that one will never die. It is only because its regenerative ability is too strong that the price to pay to wear it down is too high. Therefore, it is given the name "immortal".

—A more vivid example is that if Anan hadn't used the Key of God and had fought Vortigern bare-handed, he would have needed to destroy him at least a thousand times to deplete one part of his immortality.

But just as there is yin and yang, white and black, there are also forces in this world that specifically target immortality.

However, in comparison, Black Abyss is still superior in this aspect, after all, it is a product that does not belong to the rules of this world.

"I see. So, this is the trump card you've been hiding?" Vortigern said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, I have many more trump cards up my sleeve, which I will show you all later—if you can hold out until the end," Yanan said calmly.

"Is that so? Then let's see whether your trump card is more powerful, or mine!"

Vortigern suddenly looked up at Anan, whose original golden vertical pupils had somehow turned into purple star pupils, exuding a mysterious and inexplicable power.

Anan froze on the spot, unable to move. Grayish-white marks climbed up his lower body, turning him into a stone statue.

“I have never said that I can only use the power of one god.”

Vortigern raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, shattering the stone statue into countless fragments.

"Nothing special," he scoffed.

Then he suddenly saw a crimson feather float past his eyes.

"What is this?" Vortigern paused for a moment, instinctively.

In that instant, a chilling killing intent suddenly erupted from behind him!

A black spear emerged from the void, its dark tip instantly piercing through the armor and dragon scales, directly piercing Vortigern's heart!

"puff!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his heart filled with utter astonishment.

That guy actually survived?!

He gritted his teeth, his face contorted like a demon's, his eyes flashing with madness, and he grabbed the spear with his backhand.

Rumble—!!!

Hundreds of lightning bolts, like divine punishment, struck down one after another, their dazzling silver light blinding people and turning the entire world into a sea of ​​thunder.

A full ten minutes passed before the terrifying noise gradually subsided, leaving the ravaged earth riddled with charred marks.

Vortigern pulled the black spear from his chest, and with a flash of light, his body immediately returned to normal, without leaving any injuries.

His face looked very pale.

A precious gift of immortality was thus wasted.

He looked at the black spear in his hand. Fortunately, he hadn't come away empty-handed.

"You are more decisive than I imagined." A familiar voice came from the void, and Yanan's figure reappeared.

He had just used the power of Feather Dust to trick Vortigern, but he didn't expect the latter to react so quickly, immediately summoning lightning to force him back.

Vortigern turned his head and glanced at the ground, only to find that there were no stone fragments at all. With his experience, he immediately figured out the truth of the matter.

"An illusion that even the gods cannot detect—was this something Merlin taught you?" Vortigern asked in a deep voice.

Yanan smiled slightly but did not answer.

In Vortigern's eyes, this was undoubtedly a sign of tacit agreement.

In all of Britain, only that scoundrel could cast illusions of this caliber.