I don't want to be a heroic spirit

The netherworld.

This is the gap between life and death, a different world from the real world, a realm where spirit is higher than matter.

For the living beings in this world, even the air in the netherworld is poisonous.

In such a netherworld, there is a slightly simple thatched cottage.

A teacup suddenly fell, making a crisp sound of breaking.

The teacup broke, and the tea inside spilled all over the floor.

An old man wearing a coarse cloth kimono, with a strong chest exposed, red skin and thick beard and hair, opened his mouth wide, and his eyes were filled with strong shock.

"Is this... the last king? But... how... is this possible?!"

"Is the seal unlocked?!!"

It was not only this strong old man who was shocked. At this moment, many beings in the whole world showed the same terrified expression as him.

In Britain, St. George and Nuada, who were originally in a fierce battle, stopped fighting at some point.

This is simply incredible. They were dominated by madness and would abandon their opponents in a life-and-death battle.

Shock, confusion, bewilderment... all kinds of emotions filled their hearts.

Because they were the closest, they could feel the power that surpassed everything.

Following their gaze, there was a deep pit that turned into scorched earth, where the body of the red dragon was originally.

The hot wind was still blowing, and there was almost no moisture in the dry air.

In such a harsh environment, a dark figure was standing upright.

Heavy black armor covered her whole body, and she wore a black mask on her face. Blood-colored veins filled with ominous auras crawled all over the armor and mask, looking like blood vessels. On her armor, hideous spines stood up and protruded, covering her skirt armor, hand armor, shoulder armor, leg armor and waist, which looked very terrifying.

The black magic flames wrapped around her whole body, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by it. Even if she just stood still, the terrible sense of oppression would naturally overflow.

The dark knight's sword was inserted at her feet, with an ominous pattern as red as blood engraved on it.

The mask covering her face disappeared, revealing her delicate but cold face without any warmth.

No longer actively drawing magic power from the earth veins, Altria's power no longer continued to rise, and remained at a constant level.

Then, she raised her head and looked at Nuada and St. George.

Then, she opened her red lips slightly.

"I don't like someone standing higher than me."

When this voice fell, Nuada and St. George were both shocked.

The sky was torn apart.

The black deeper than the quiet night turned into a torrent of black light extending to the horizon.

Neither Nuada nor St. George expected that this powerful and disobedient god who suddenly came to the world would attack them without saying a word.

The terrifying heat contained in the torrent of light made Nuada and St. George look solemn.

Hastily dodging Altria's dark beam of light, Nuada and St. George both fell to the ground.

Under the angry gazes of the two, Altria's face still showed no warmth.

"Now, I give you two choices."

Inserting the Sword of Promised Victory into the ground, Altria spoke calmly, with a tone of arrogance that did not allow the tasker to question.

"Submit, or... leave no trace of your body."

Altria's tone was very flat, and no emotional fluctuations could be heard.

It was as if what she said just now was not a threat, but an established fact.

But it was this tone that made Nuada and St. George even more unbearable.

One was the God King of the Tuatha de Danu.

The other was a Christian saint and a dragon-slaying hero.

Those who could appear in the world as the God of Disobedience all had very strong egos and their own pride.

And Altria's indifferent attitude was undoubtedly trampling on their dignity.

"You will pay for your arrogance! Unknown goddess!"

The spell power gushed out, and the wind blew away the animal skin on Nuada's body.

The Celts worshipped absolute strength, and Nuada, as the king of the Tuatha de Danu, was naturally the strongest god.

He was impulsive and took action before St. George, and the silver arm burst into dazzling silver light.

"With this silver arm, I will cut off everything in the world!"

Expanding power with the spirit of words.

In an instant, the silver light dyed the sky and the sea, and everything it covered was ruthlessly divided without exception.

Whether it was rocks or clouds, even the sea surface was divided into countless small pieces, as if it had become a solid and could not be restored.

It was really a divine light that cut off everything in the world!

Facing this silver light that exterminated everything, Altria just raised the sword of the oath of victory lightly.

Then, she casually swung a torrent of light.

The rushing black torrent of light swallowed up the silver-white slash.

The divine light that cut off everything in the world cut through the dark light column.

Artoria tapped the ground with her toes, and the remaining silver light all passed by her.

However, Nuada was swallowed by the light column of huge energy and fell into the earth.

Ignoring Nuada who was hit by the light column, Artoria stared at Saint George.

"Wow? Are you targeting me?"

Saint George's mouth corners raised, and when he looked at Artoria, the blood in his body boiled.

Saint George is the patron saint of England, Georgia, Moscow, Catalonia, Malta, the Scout movement, soldiers and skin diseases.

St. George is an important part of English culture. Even the flag of England is a red St. George's Cross on a white background.

The most common image of Saint George is a knight wearing armor, carrying the holy sword of Ascalon, and riding a white horse.

According to legend, Saint George killed the evil dragon with the holy sword Ascalon in order to save the princess who was about to be sacrificed to the evil dragon and to help the villagers who could not drink water because the dragon occupied the water source. The blood of the dragon formed a huge cross on the ground, which is the origin of St. George's Cross.

Precisely because he is a dragon slayer, Ascalon feels his blood boiling when facing Artoria.

Especially when the opponent's power exceeds his own, as a dragon slayer, he continues to grow stronger under the stimulation of his natural enemies.

However, what puzzled him was... not only did he feel the strong breath of dragon and snake from the opponent's body, but he also felt the breath of the same kind, that is, the heroic god of [Steel].

Dragon, snake and [steel]... two forces that are supposed to be hostile and completely opposite to each other, are actually perfectly integrated in the goddess in front of me?

It's simply unbelievable.

"Who are you exactly? Why do I feel the breath of dragon snake and me [Steel] from your body at the same time?"

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【Altria Pendragon (Alter)】

Class: Saber (Swordsman)

Level: 90

Skills held: Magic Release (Reverse Scale) A, Night Star A, Charisma E

Class Skill: Magic Power EX

Additional skills: King of the End (pseudo) EX, Lord of Great Britain EX

Parameters: Strength A (EX), Durability A (EX), Agility D (EX), Magic A++ (EX), Luck C, Noble Phantasm A++

Noble Phantasm: Sword of Vowed Victory

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Chapter 363 Intuitive Power

"Who are you exactly? Why do I feel the breath of dragon snake and me [Steel] from your body at the same time?"

Driven by curiosity, St. George asked the doubts in his heart.

Arriving in front of Saint George, Artoria spoke slowly.

"I don't have the leisurely grace to answer a dying man's questions."

"Hmph! How arrogant."

Their eyes collided in the air, and the majestic curse power that was enough to stir the sky spurted out from their bodies.

St. George's body exudes a sacred and solemn golden light, like a bright sun rising slowly into the sky.

Arturia's body ignited with dark flames, and the pure aura of destruction seemed to bring the end of this world.

"You look like a demon king who brings disaster to this world."

Facing St. George's teasing, Artoria laughed, but there was no smile in her golden eyes, only a coldness that would last forever.

"What? Do you want to fight against me, the devil, for your hypocritical master? God's lackey, do you want me to give you a bone?"

"...If I standing here were not dominated by madness, I would definitely make you pay the most painful price for your rudeness."

The smile on Saint George's face disappeared, and the huge two-handed sword was raised and pointed at Artoria.

The dragon-slaying aura of the Holy Sword Ascalon made Artoria particularly uncomfortable, and her pretty brows furrowed slightly.

"I hate that sword."

"So, just destroy it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Artoria's figure disappeared from St. George's eyes, which shocked St. George slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of sword light. St. George's fighting instinct drove his body, causing him to place Ascalon above his head and hit the dark knight's sword with blood red lines.

When the sword wrapped in black flames fell on Ascalon's sword, Saint George showed a shocked look.

"So heavy?!"

The moment St. George was moved by Artoria's powerful strength that was completely inconsistent with her appearance, Artoria suddenly rushed towards St. George, her fist covered with ferocious gauntlets wrapped in black flames, and hit St. George's head hard. face.

The golden holy light was crushed by the falling black flames like a branch under a wheel. St. George, who suffered the heavy blow, also fell downwards, and finally hit the ground heavily.

Arturia plans to pursue Saint George, but the sharp force coming from thousands of miles away makes people have to worry.

Wearing an animal skin with several burnt marks, Nuada stepped into the void with a ferocious smile on his face, and all the muscles in his body were pulsating.

Arturia's solid fighting spirit has firmly locked her.

"Come on! Mighty warrior! Keep fighting with Yu!"

The silvery-white sword light came at full speed with overwhelming force, and what greeted it was the black sword light waved by Artoria.

The two sword lights of silver and black shattered simultaneously at the moment of collision.

But this is just the beginning.

When Arturia and Nuada began to approach, the dense sword lights intertwined with each other without giving up.

Nuada is the god-king, also the king of warriors and the god of war.

Needless to say about his martial arts skills.

And Artoria did not give in too much, even trying to win.

Artoria's swordsmanship, Okita Souji's swordsmanship, Oni Ippoyan's swordsmanship, and Nero's various swordsmanship by cheating with [Emperor's Privilege] were all displayed one by one.

So, Nuada was frustrated to find that he was suppressed by the opponent in swordsmanship? !

Especially, the opponent was stronger than him.

Every time he fought with the opponent's weapons, Nuada felt like he was trying to shake ten mountains, a hundred rivers and a thousand dragons!