Humans Are in Britain, the Noble Phantasm God's Key

The thin smell of blood flowed into Yanain's nostrils, and there was a faint sound of metal clashing in his ears.

problem occurs!

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a scarlet spear made of sea beast bones appeared in his hand, tearing apart the deep night like lightning.

……

……

"Roar!!"

The strong wind from the wings knocked a group of heavily armed knights to the ground. The old armor was as fragile as paper under those sharp claws. Almost in an instant, more than a dozen knights lost the ability to fight.

There was no way around this. With their strength, even facing a Wyvern head-on would cost a lot, not to mention being attacked by a sneak attack.

The shadow that covered the sky and the sun was cast from the sky. Looking at the sharp claws that shone with cold light, the young knight was trembling all over. He was a knight just now, and was torn to pieces under these sharp claws.

Fear gripped his heart like a devil's claw, and his trembling legs had completely lost the ability to move.

Clang——

The tall old knight stood up, waved the iron sword in his hand to repel the flying dragon, and pulled the young knight up like a chick.

"Run, don't look back."

The young knight gritted his teeth: "I...I can't leave you alone..."

"Stop talking nonsense, you are useless to stay here except to hold me back." The heavy voice had undeniable strength, "Go back to town, go to rescue the soldiers, and find Sir Hector, he is the most powerful knight in Tyler Bill."

Looking at the back of the young knight going away, a smile appeared on the vicissitudes of the old knight's face.

That's it, you are the hope of the future of Britain, let me, my old bones, open the way to the future for you.

Chapter 4 The God of Black Hair and Black Eyes

Seeing that the prey was about to escape, the wyvern spread its wings and prepared to catch up, but was blocked by a thick iron sword.

"Think about it, unless you step over my corpse!"

The gray-haired old knight stood in front of him, his voice was deep and firm.

The vertical pupils full of wild momentum overflowed with scarlet color, and the Wyvern spread its wings, revealing a demon-like body, with stinky water flowing between the sharp fangs, and it let out a deafening roar like thunder.

"Roar!!!"

The violent aura surged over like a sea tide, and the old knight couldn't help but took a step back, his callused palms were covered with blue veins.

Facing the fantasy species from the Age of Gods, he knew that he had no chance of winning.

But there are some things, even if you know you can't do it, you have to do it.

This is the glory of the knight.

"Come on! Beast! Look at your teeth, can you swallow my old bones!"

The two-legged dragon rushed up, and the heavy force made the old knight plow a long trace on the ground.

With sharp minions and thick tails, the two-legged dragon gave full play to its strength, and the stormy offensive suppressed the old knight without the slightest ability to fight back.

Like a flat boat in a storm, it is precarious and in danger of being capsized at any time.

He is not a hero who has inherited mysterious power, but just an ordinary person who abides by the standards of a knight and keeps refining his skills.

The curse of aging took away his youth, and at the same time took away his strength and reflexes, and now he has only the experience and wisdom accumulated by time.

But it's useless.

The wind howled sternly, and the thick tail slammed on his abdomen mercilessly like a slave owner's whip, breaking three big trees in a row before he finally stopped.

He was really old, and the heavy panting that came from his ear was the overwhelmed whine from this aged body.

He could no longer see anything, the sticky blood occupied all his vision, this dull body, even the pain was no longer so vivid.

A strong stench lingered in his nostrils, presumably the damn beast was thinking about where to start his mouth.

"Smells worse than old John's armpits."

He grunted and put down the sword in his hand.

He has fulfilled his mission and lived up to the name of knight.

"Ah... I remember that the apples in the backyard are about to ripen. It's a pity. It would be nice if I could take another bite before my teeth fell out."

boom!

The scarlet lightning tore through the deep night, piercing the wyvern's head in an instant, and the huge impact nailed the huge body to the tree trunk.

"It's a pity that I don't have a good mouth to chew on an apple."

The young man, who was almost integrated with the night, stepped out of the darkness, and the black and white light wrapped in his hands formed a substantial spear, which gently pierced the old knight's shoulder.

Huge life force poured into his body, the broken ribs and damaged internal organs quickly recovered, the pale hair quickly became black and thick, the shriveled muscles swelled up again, and the wrinkles on his face also quickly disappeared.

In just a few breaths, the old knight's injuries all recovered, and his body even became stronger, as if he had become decades younger in an instant.

He knelt on the ground, with his head firmly pressed against the ground, trembling all over, the fear that he didn't feel even when facing the two-footed dragon filled his heart at this moment.

miracle.This is unquestionably miraculous.Only the legendary gods can master such mighty power!

How can a petty and ignorant mortal look directly at the glory of God, this kind of rebellious act is undoubtedly blasphemy!

"Humble ant Kars, see Lord God!"

Yanaen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You misunderstood, I'm just an ordinary person passing by, not a god."

Kars still did not dare to raise his head. Most of the gods have extremely weird temperaments. They may be kindly helping you one second, and they will cut off your head without hesitation in the next second.

Although he was not a devout believer, he always kept in mind the warnings from the church.

"Before the gods, you must show your humility!"

So no matter how Yanain persuaded, Kars refused to raise his head.

Cavaliers are such stubborn guys. As long as they are recognized, even ten cows will never try to drag them back.

In desperation, Yanain could only say in a slightly unpleasant voice: "If you don't get up again, I will be angry."

Karl stood up quickly.

He carefully looked at the unknown god in front of him. From the appearance alone, he should be a boy of about 15 years old.

But he knew that it was meaningless. Appearance and age were completely indifferent to the gods.

His gaze was fixed on the boy's black hair and eyes, trembling all over, he almost knelt down again.

As a subordinate of Rome in the past, that powerful ancient empire is like an unattainable mountain in the hearts of every Briton, which is daunting.

Those black-haired Roman soldiers are as heroic as the sons of the gods. They are not afraid of hardships and dangers, and they march forward bravely, like a monstrous river, ruthlessly washing away all obstacles in front of them.

Britain fears and admires that powerful empire, so they also admire black, because it is the color of conquerors and is synonymous with strength.

The boy in front of him not only has black hair, but also black eyes, isn't this the symbol of a god?

Kars has never seen a god, but in his opinion, this black hair and eyes are undoubtedly the characteristics that only ancient and powerful gods can have!

Yanain looked at the old knight strangely. For some reason, he always felt that this guy was shaking even more.

Is it because I look too scary?

He touched his face. He had been nourished by white flowers from the black abyss since he was a child. Even the queen of the land of shadows couldn't help exclaiming "as bright as the sun". Ugly monsters are even scarier.

Intensive noises came from all directions, followed by deafening roars.

Kars' face changed drastically: "Oops! I forgot that the bipedal dragon lives in groups, and there must be its companions nearby! We kill it, and the monster's companions will definitely go crazy! My lord, let's hurry up!" run away!"

"First, my name is Yanain. I'm just an ordinary person, not a god." Yanain stretched out his hand, and the scarlet spear flew back into his hand.

"Second, we're...surrounded."

Chapter 5 The Key of Corrosion·Ksitigarbha Yuhun

The hideous heads protruded from the dense jungle, and the yellow vertical pupils were extremely eye-catching in the dark night, staring straight at Yanann and Kars, shining with tyranny and greed.

"This this……"

Big drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and Kars held the big sword tightly, but he still couldn't get any comfort.

Facing a giant two-legged dragon would cost him his life, but now there are at least a dozen of them surrounding them, and all escape routes are blocked. Even if he puts on wings, he still can't escape from here. go!

Is it possible that this life that was finally recovered is about to be explained here?

"Are you afraid?"

A calm voice came from the side, Kars was slightly taken aback, turned his head, and saw that Yanain's face was still calm.

"No, I am not……"

"It's normal to be afraid, so don't feel embarrassed." Yanain said without turning his head, "Humans are very small creatures. There are too many things in this world that can threaten us. We will continue to improve ourselves. Fear and fear, this is the driving force for us humans to keep moving forward."

Perhaps it was Yanann's calmness that gave Kars courage. He took a deep breath and nodded: "Thank you for your teaching. I will always remember these words in my heart."

He strengthened his inner thoughts even more. This young man with black hair and black eyes is definitely an ancient god with great wisdom.

Only those gods who have lived for endless years can examine human nature from such a perspective and speak such truth-rich words.

If Yanain knew what the old knight was thinking at this moment, he would probably only feel helpless.

He's just an ordinary guy standing on the shoulders of giants.

"Don't worry, since I'm standing here, I will definitely guarantee your safety."

The scarlet spear turned into light fragments and dissipated, the darkness deeper than the darkness gathered in the palm of Yanain, and the huge negative emotions swept in all directions like a storm.

Indescribable fear captured the hearts of the two-legged giant dragons, and they stopped in an instant, trembling as if seeing a natural enemy.

The old knight sat down on the ground. If Yanain hadn't strengthened his vitality with the black abyss and white flowers before, he might have died of sudden cardiac arrest by now.

It was a feeling that could not be expressed in words, as if thousands of people were whispering the most vicious curses and the most filthy words in his ears in an instant.

Whether it is a strong-willed knight or a firm believer, they all appear extremely humble and insignificant in the face of this wave of evil that gathers all the world.