Kapitel 400: Lord Camelot

The little commotion between Ritsuka and Mash didn't catch Melusine's attention at all, or perhaps, she simply didn't care about these puny humans.

Her target, from beginning to end, was always Arkhan.

Feeling the terrifying pressure coming from all sides as if it intended to crush him to the ground, Arkhan narrowed his eyes slightly.

His opponent could have chosen a more direct attack, but instead, she opted for something like the dragon's pressure, which, while not very damaging, was incredibly insulting.

Watching the magnificent black dragon filled with noble elegance, Arkhan couldn't help but feel puzzled.

She had previously been so decisive and ruthless, so why the sudden change?

Shaking his head, Arkhan couldn't be bothered with these meaningless thoughts. Whatever trick she had up her sleeve, he just needed to take it head-on.

Taking a deep breath, a tremendously powerful aura erupted from Arkhan's body, rushing out in all directions like a surging tide.

His body emitted crackling sounds like popping beans, suddenly enlarging, with black tattoos filled with the aura of death gradually covering his skin. His black hair extended down his back, reaching his waist in an instant. His originally black eyes became even more profound, like an abyss without end, seemingly capable of devouring every soul that gazed into them.

Two large bulges suddenly appeared on his back, followed by a sound resembling the tearing of the fabric. Amid the blood mist, a pair of three-meter-long black bone wings unfurled behind him, sinister like a demon yet beautiful like an angel.

*Ba-dump!* *Ba-dump!*

His heart trembled like a war drum, as vast magical energy surged incessantly through his limbs and bones, providing this formidable body with an endless source of energy.

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Black Dragon Body

Rank: A~A+++

Type: Anti-Unit

Maximum Number of Targets: 1

Description:

Activates the power of Nidhogg, significantly enhancing all parameters. Each attack carries a 'death' attribute, shifts alignment to evil, reduces luck by two ranks, and disables 'Savior.'

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Clasping his fists and feeling the terrifying power flowing through his body, Arkhan looked up at the black dragon above with a grin.

"I told you, you're not the only dragon here."

Melusine stared fiercely at Arkhan, boiling with rage in her pitch-black dragon pupils.

If before she merely regarded him as an ignorant pest, now she saw him as an enemy to be utterly destroyed!

As the first and last dragon, although Albion rarely communicated with other dragons, its feeling of kinship was more profound than anyone else's, and this was its pride.

Needless to say, what Melusine couldn't tolerate the most was those who stole the power of dragons!

Moreover, the black-haired man in front of her not only stole the dragon's power but also shamelessly integrated the noble blood of the dragon into his own body.

Unforgivable!

*ROOOAAARRR—!!!*

Melusine roared toward the sky, her dragon roar not as clear as before, but rather carrying a deep tone, with flashes of anger shimmering in her dragon eyes.

Dark, heavy clouds soon converged from all directions, pressing down on the sky, and enveloping the land in darkness in an instant.

*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*

Thunderous roars, like beating drums, echoed continuously, occasionally accompanied by fleeting flashes of lightning seeping through the clouds.

She hovered high above, like a god overlooking the mortal realm.

Melusine, consumed by rage, unleashed her power without restraint, completely displaying the majesty of a pure-blood dragon.

The pressure on everyone's shoulders multiplied several times over, with some elderly, already weakened, collapsing to the ground, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, their faces contorted in agony.

If this continued, they might be crushed alive or scared to death!

Mash, who stood beside them, glanced with a slightly hardened expression.

She knew she couldn't just stand by anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Mash positioned her shield in front of her, preparing to unleash her Noble Phantasm. But suddenly, her body trembled slightly as an inexplicable surge of spiritual power rushed into her mind.

"Repeat after me."

A calm and unfamiliar male voice suddenly resonated in her ears.

"This is..."

Hearing that voice, a hint of surprise flickered in Mash's eyes, then as if understanding something, she didn't hesitate to follow the voice and began to chant.

"That which heals all wounds and grudges, our glorious homeland."

"Manifest yourself!"

"Lord Camelot!"

As her words fell, her massive jet-black shield suddenly radiated a brilliant light, like a rising sun, completely illuminating this dark world.

*Rumble—!!!*

In the mesmerized gazes of everyone present, the earth suddenly trembled, as if a giant earth dragon was stirring, followed by towering white walls rising from the ground, swiftly constructing a magnificent white city!

The villagers and soldiers found themselves at the very center of this city, feeling a wave of relief as the terrifying pressure that had weighed on them before was now gone.

Each side of this white city's walls reached nearly ten meters high, resembling a silent giant, ancient and dignified. The walls emitted a faint pure white glow, exuding an indescribable sanctity, as if it would stand unwavering even at the world's end.

As the brilliance of her shield gradually receded, Mash, guarding the gate of the white city, breathed out a long sigh, looking at the surrounding walls with an overwhelming sense of excitement!

At this moment, the male voice from earlier echoed in her mind once more.

"This Noble Phantasm can help you withstand all forms of attack, as long as your heart remains steadfast, this city will never collapse."

"Use this power wisely, my successor. I don't wish to see the radiance of Camelot diminish in your hands one day."

After leaving those words behind, the inexplicable surge of spiritual power dissipated from Mash's mind.

"Sir Galahad..." Mash's mood turned a little gloomy.

She knew that this was Galahad's last presence on her and they probably wouldn't have the chance to meet again in the future.

She didn't even have the chance to say thank you.

However, Mash quickly rallied herself and tapped her cheeks.

"Please rest assured, Sir Galahad. I won't let your gift of power go to waste. I will definitely use this power to save humanity!" Mash declared with a determined expression.

However, what she didn't know was that, at this moment, her revered senior was looking at the towering white walls around her with a face filled with despair.

"Mash, please let me out—!"

Meanwhile, almost at the same time as Mash unleashed her Noble Phantasm, the Lion King, seated at the edge of the world, suddenly moved his fingers slightly.

His sacred emerald eyes slowly opened, showing a hint of confusion.

"This feeling is..."