I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Netherland.

This is the gap between life and immortality, a different world from the real world, a realm where spirit is superior to matter.

For life in this world, even the air in the underworld is highly poisonous.

In this dark world, 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 kimono with his muscular chest exposed, red skin and thick hair and beard, had his mouth wide open and his wide eyes filled with shock.

"This is... the King of the End? But... this... how is this possible?!"

"Could it be that the seal has been broken?!!"

It wasn't just the burly old man who was shocked. At this moment, many beings in the world showed the same expression of horror as him.

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

This is simply unbelievable. They were so driven by madness that they would abandon their opponents in a life-and-death battle.

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

Precisely because they are closest, they can feel the power that transcends everything.

Following their gaze, they saw a deep pit that had turned into scorched earth. That was where the red dragon's body was originally located.

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

In such a harsh environment, there stood a dark figure.

Her entire body was covered in heavy, pitch-black armor, and she wore a pitch-black mask on her face. Blood-red veins filled with an ominous aura crawled all over the armor and mask, looking like blood vessels. On her armor, hideous spikes stood upright and protruded, covering her skirt, hand armor, shoulder armor, leg armor and waist, making her look extremely terrifying.

Black demonic flames wrapped around her entire body, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by it. Even if she just stood still, the terrible feeling of oppression would naturally overflow.

A pitch-black knight's sword, engraved with ominous patterns as red as blood, lay at her feet.

The mask covering her face disappeared, revealing her delicate, yet cold and indifferent face.

No longer actively drawing magical power from the earth veins, Artoria'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 people standing taller than me."

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

There was a tear in the sky.

A darkness deeper than the silent night transformed into a torrent of black light that stretched to the horizon.

Neither Nuada nor St. George had 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.

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

Despite the angry gazes of the two, Altria's face remained expressionless.

"Now, I'll give you two choices."

Inserting the Sword of Promised Victory into the ground, Artoria spoke calmly, her tone carrying an overbearing tone that did not allow the tasker to question her.

"Submit your loyalty, or... your body will be destroyed."

Altria's tone was very flat, and no emotion could be heard in her voice.

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

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

One is the king of the Tuatha de Danann.

One is a Christian saint and dragon-slaying hero.

Those who can appear in the world as gods of disobedience all have very strong egos and their own pride.

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

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

The cursed energy gushed out, creating a strong wind that blew away the animal hide on Nuada's body.

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

Being impulsive, he took action before St. George, and his silver arm emitted a dazzling silver light.

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

Expand power with the power of words.

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

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

It is truly the divine light that cuts off everything in the world!

Facing this all-destroying silver light, Artoria simply raised the Sword of Promised Victory.

Then, he casually swung out a torrent of light.

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

The divine light that cut through everything in the world cut through the dark pillar of light.

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

However, Nuada was engulfed by a beam of light with enormous energy and fell to the earth.

Ignoring Nuada who was hit by the beam of light, Artoria stared at St. George.

"Huh? Are you targeting me?"

St. George raised the corners of his mouth, and when he looked at Altria, the blood in his body began to boil.

St. George is the patron saint of England, Georgia, Moscow, Catalonia, Malta, and Lithuania, of Scouting, soldiers, and of 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, in order to save the princess who was about to be sacrificed to the dragon and to help the villagers who had no drinking water because the dragon had occupied the water source, St. George killed the dragon with the holy sword Ascalon. The dragon's blood formed a huge cross on the ground. This is the origin of the St. George's Cross.

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

Especially when the opponent's strength exceeds his own, as a dragon slayer, he continues to become stronger under the stimulation of his natural enemy.

However, what puzzled him was that... not only did he sense a strong dragon and snake aura from the other party, but he also sensed the aura of his own kind, the Hero God of Steel.

Dragons and snakes and [Steel]... two forces that should be hostile and completely opposite to each other, actually merged perfectly together in the goddess before him?

It's simply unbelievable.

"Who are you? Why do I sense the auras of both the dragon and snake and me, the Steel, from you?"

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【Alter】

Class: Saber (Swordsman)

Rating: 90

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

Class Skill: Magic Resistance EX

Additional skills: The Last King (Fake) 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 Promised Victory

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Chapter 363 Intuitive Power

"Who are you? Why do I sense the auras of both the dragon and snake and me, the Steel, from you?"

Driven by curiosity, St. George asked the questions in his mind.

Coming in front of St. George, Altria spoke slowly.

"I don't have the luxury of answering questions from a dying man."

"Hmph! How arrogant!"

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

A sacred and solemn golden light emanates from St. George's body, like a shining sun slowly rising into the sky.

Dark flames ignited on Altria's body, and the pure aura of destruction seemed to bring the end to this world.

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

Facing St. George's provocation, Artoria smiled, but there was no smile in her golden eyes, only a thousand-year-old coldness.

"What? 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 were standing here without being dominated by madness, I would make you pay the most painful price for your rudeness."

The smile on St. George's face disappeared, and he raised his huge two-handed sword and pointed it at Artoria.

The dragon-slaying aura of the holy sword Ascalon made Altria feel particularly uncomfortable, and her beautiful brows wrinkled slightly.

"I hate that sword."

"So, just destroy it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Altria's figure disappeared from St. George's sight, which startled St. George slightly.

He caught a glimpse of a sword flash out of the corner of his eye, and St. George's fighting instinct drove his body, causing him to hold Ascalon horizontally above his head and collide with the black knight's sword with blood-red veins.

When the sword wrapped in black flames fell on Ascalon's sword, St. George showed a look of surprise.

“So heavy?!”

At the moment when St. George was moved by Altria's powerful strength that was completely inconsistent with her appearance, Altria suddenly rushed towards St. George, and her fist covered with hideous gauntlets and wrapped in black flames hit St. George's face hard.

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

Artoria planned to chase St. George, but the sharp force coming from thousands of miles away made her pay attention.

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

The strong fighting spirit has locked onto Artoria.

"Come on! Powerful warrior! Continue to fight with me!"

The silver-white sword light came rushing over with unstoppable force, and was greeted by the black sword light swung by Altria.

The silver-white and pitch-black sword lights shattered at the moment of collision.

But this is just the beginning.

As Artoria and Nuada began to approach, dense sword lights intertwined with each other, without giving way at all.

Nuada is the king of gods, the king of warriors, and the god of war.

There is no need to say much about his martial arts skills.

And Artoria was not much behind, and even slightly surpassed her.

He demonstrated Altria's swordsmanship, Okita Souji's swordsmanship, Kiichi Hōgan's swordsmanship, and Nero's various swordsmanship that he cheated with the [Emperor's Privilege].

So, Nuada discovered to his dismay that he was actually suppressed by his opponent in terms of swordsmanship?!

Especially, the other party is stronger than him.

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