Chapter 82: The King of the Tuatha De Danann
Feeling the vast, oceanic surge of magical energy, the man with the silver arm's face subtly changed. Without hesitation, he altered his course and swung his arm towards the beam of light that advanced toward him.
Pure white and pure silver, the two beams of light collided, and in the moment of their intersection, it felt as though the entire world had frozen.
In the next moment—
*BOOOOOM—!!!*
*Bzzzt—! Bzzzt—! Bzzzt—!*
At the epicenter of the collision, a mysterious black hole formed, unleashing a terrifying temporal storm that sliced through everything around it like a blade, mercilessly obliterating everything in its path.
The magical clash stirred up a whirlwind, dispersing the dark clouds in the sky, and allowing brilliant sunlight to pour down.
The Dead Apostles scrambled to evade, knowing that direct exposure to the sunlight would instantly reduce them to ashes.
The two beams of light locked in a standoff for about ten heartbeats, then gradually dissipated, and the surrounding anomalies began to fade.
Only the clouds couldn't gather again, leaving the sky with a gaping hole.
The white lance, adorned with lily patterns, flew backward and landed in the hands of the black-haired man in silver armor. His wings, formed from the gathering of wind elements, held him aloft in the sky. His profound black eyes resembled a tranquil lake.
"Who are you?"
The man with the silver arm asked with a serious expression. The feeling of impending danger on his back reminded him that the young man before him was not to be underestimated.
"Before asking for someone's name, you should at least introduce yourself first. Don't you know this basic courtesy?" Arkhan responded lightly.
The man with the silver arm fell silent for a moment, and a deeply serious look filled his golden eyes.
"You are a powerful opponent, worthy of my full attention. In that case—"
The man straightened his back, exuding a terrifying aura like a towering mountain.
"I am the descendant of Goddess Danu and the King of the Tuatha De Danann, Nuada!"
'Nuada...' Arkhan squinted his eyes.
In fact, when he saw the silver arm and the golden sword at the man's waist, Arkhan had already suspected the man's identity. But hearing the man confirm it with his own mouth still felt somewhat unbelievable.
Nuada was a renowned god of war in Irish mythology, known for his silver arm called Airgetlam and his golden sword called Claiomh Solais, which symbolized victory.
Bedivere, who appeared in the FGO's Camelot Singularity, had a Noble Phantasm named 'Switch On - Airgetlam' which was inspired by Nuada.
However, in reality, Bedivere's Airgetlam was not related to Nuada's Airgetlam at all; it was actually Excalibur, which had not been returned yet.
At this very moment, the true Airgetlam stood before Arkhan.
"King Nuada, if I recall correctly, you should have been killed a long time ago by the Fomorian, Balor of the Evil Eye. How did you return to this world?" Arkhan inquired.
Arkhan was certain that the Nuada before him was not a Heroic Spirit or an imitation. His vigorous vitality and godly strength undeniably confirmed that he was the King of the Tuatha De Danann who once ruled Ireland.
"For the sake of my unfulfilled wish, not even hell can devour me." Nuada said in a deep voice.
"Unfulfilled wish?" Arkhan furrowed his brow. "What are you planning to do?"
However, Nuada didn't answer and instead said, "My name has been revealed. It's your turn."
"I am Arkhan, the one who pulled the sword from the stone, the Chosen King of Camelot."
Arkhan calmly declared while dispersing the Abyss Flower. His voice carried dignity and resonance, while his cape, adorned with gold trim, rustled in the wind. His aura equaled the power of the King of the Tuatha De Danann who stood before him.
"So, you are the new King of Camelot." Nuada nodded slightly. "I never expected to see a king like you in this era."
"I'm curious. The revival of the phantasmal species, your resurrection, and the alliance with the True Ancestors... who is the one behind all of this, the one standing behind you? Who is the mastermind?" Arkhan asked casually.
"Haha, when the time is right, you will know! Let's fight!" Nuada laughed heartily and drew Claiomh Solais from his waist, charging towards Arkhan without hesitation.
"I detest the feeling of being led by the nose by someone else, so I think it's more convenient to just pry open your mouth myself."
Arkhan spoke as he drew Caliburn, vibrating his elemental wings on his back, and met Nuada head-on.
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High above the distant skies, the silhouettes of two silvers clashed with each other, while wild and magical winds scattered around, the crisp sound of clashing swords resonated like thunder, echoing through the heavens.
Watching the intertwined figures in the sky, Altrouge's face turned green. She felt a deep malevolence, as though the entire world conspired against her.
First, Camelot had sent a contingent of three hundred knights who decimated her eight thousand-strong Ganna army, leaving her humiliated.
Then, as she realized the threat posed by this knight order and dispatched Chimeras and Dead Apostles to besiege them, almost achieving success, a golden-haired girl suddenly appeared, unleashing a beam of light that wiped out nearly a quarter of the Chimeras, giving the knights a chance to counterattack.
Even Nuada himself had started to intervene, and yet, a black-haired man in silver armor on the other side fought him evenly.
Every time she believed she had the upper hand, unexpected changes occurred.
Wasn't this a conspiracy against her?!
Altrouge was seething with anger and her whole body trembling. When would she ever be able to rise again?
"I don't believe it!"
Altrouge's fangs clenched, and her crimson eyes spewed flames of fury.
"Strout, you go stop that golden-haired girl. I'll personally lead the charge to annihilate that knight order! I want to see what tricks these people still have up their sleeves!"
"Your Highness..."
"Obey my orders!"
A soft sigh of a man emanated from the void.
"Understood..."
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On the battlefield, the scales of victory were gradually tipping in favor of the knights.
Earlier, Artoria's sword beams had decimated nearly thirty percent of the Chimeras.
Thereafter, the clash between Arkhan and Nuada tore a rift in the overcast sky, allowing sunlight to break through and shine upon the earth, severely hindering the movements of the Dead Apostles.
Sunlight was undoubtedly a potent weapon against Dead Apostles; even a slight touch could reduce them to ashes.
With these two factors combined, the attacks of the Dead Apostles and Chimeras had significantly weakened, reducing the pressure on the knights.
Furthermore, the power of the Abyss Flower within them was rapidly healing their injuries. With this give and take, they were gradually gaining the upper hand in this war once again.
Realizing this, the morale of the three hundred knights surged once more, and they launched a fierce counterattack against their foes.
However, at that very moment, a black cursed sword materialized from the void with a sinister hiss and thrust straight toward Artoria's back.
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