My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

Mordred's tone was full of pride, and Fujimaru Ritsuka sounded slightly surprised upon hearing this:

"There can't be two suns in the sky. How can a country called Great Britain have four kings? Won't that lead to serious internal strife?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred looked somewhat embarrassed and gazed at the sky. Meanwhile, in reality, Artoria, watching this scene on the screen, had a complicated expression.

"Could it be that I've actually misjudged him, and Lord Mordred is actually quite gifted to be king?"

Artoria muttered to herself with a hint of doubt, while on the other side of the theater, Mordred looked at herself on the screen with an excited expression.

Wow, as expected of myself from a parallel world, I have indeed surpassed the Knight King.

Unfortunately, he still ended up losing face and was killed by the Holy Lance.

"It's me!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Gilles de Raisin, who would be created through the Holy Grail in the singularity, spoke with piercing eyes and a confident tone.

It can't be faked, it absolutely can't be faked. The little auspicious grass king on the screen is exactly the same as the saintess I remember after she was betrayed. There's no difference at all.

People in real life react differently to what is happening on the screen, while the scenario that everyone has prepared for on the screen quickly comes to an end.

As night faded and dawn broke, the newly formed team, which had been preparing for several days, had completed all the necessary arrangements.

"Chief, the car is ready."

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice rang out, and the director, who had been inside the tent, ended his conversation with Jeanne d'Arc and went outside.

"I don't know why, but hearing you say that gives me a bad feeling."

At this moment, the director spoke to Fujimaru Ritsuka in a somewhat subtle tone, but she didn't dwell on it too much and instead looked at the carriage in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Although it is called a carriage, its overall appearance is completely different from that of a normal carriage, and the horse pulling it is not an ordinary horse, but a skeleton horse whose body has long since dissipated.

"Are you sure we can get in with this...?"

The director's tone was somewhat uncertain, while Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded firmly at that moment:

“I have already explored the area where the Little Lucky Grass King is located many times before, so this method should work. These undead are specially used to prepare experimental materials for the Little Lucky Grass King.”

Upon hearing this, the director nodded with some doubt, but ultimately chose to believe Fujimaru Ritsuka once more. Meanwhile, the Chaldea group was full of fighting spirit.

From their perspective, this peaceful world has lost its former tranquility due to the Lich King, and apart from the flying wyverns, the wilderness is now mostly inhabited by wandering undead.

They could hardly imagine how many people the Little Lucky Grass King had killed to create that desolate wilderness filled with the dead, but one thing was certain: it was definitely not a small number.

The group, who had been prepared in advance, staged a perfect infiltration, revealing the situation in the castle where Jeanne Alter was located.

Once inside the castle, the wandering skeletons disappeared, replaced by spirits that seemed to reside near the outer perimeter of the castle.

Having infiltrated the heart of the castle, Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched her fists and gazed solemnly at the distant hall.

“That aura… without a doubt, the Little Lucky Grass King is hiding there.”

After glancing at Fujimaru Ritsuka, the director was already prepared to begin setting up the incantation: "Are you sure you won't suddenly lose your memory again?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded in reply:

"This time, I haven't reached the limit of how long I can maintain this state, but things can change in time. Red, King of Great Britain, it's time to show your power."

Upon hearing this, Mordred nodded, and the next second, a massive amount of magic power flowed rapidly through his body. With his eyes closed, he mimicked the bloodline of the red dragon, which was now being used to its fullest extent.

"A new future will be created by me, King Red!"

Faced with Mordred's sudden assassination attempt, Jeanne Alter instinctively used her Eternal Power. The next moment, the power generated by the will of the people erupted, and Jeanne Alter's Eternal Power collapsed.

"The Lich King is doomed, I'm telling you, even the Uncrowned Dragon King can't save him!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice rang out, and the next moment, a sharp, invisible sword pierced directly towards Jeanne Alter.

The extremely sharp blade successfully broke through Jeanne Alter's first layer of defense, and at that moment, Jeanne Alter said in an unexpected tone:

"You really have something to be proud of, that you could push me to this point."

The next moment, the elements of life erupted, and beyond the eternal power of the Thunder General, the true power controlled by the Little Lucky Grass King was revealed to the world.

"Life exists in every corner of nature. Everything in this ecological network is an extension of my will. Now let me show you the power of grass!"

"Alter Jeanne, now in her strongest form, spoke with great enthusiasm."

Chapter 853: Farewell to the Age of Gods, the Sword that Opens a New World Connecting All People!

A surge of vitality erupted at this moment, and the thin, pale blue vines began to spread rapidly behind Jeanne Alter, eventually transforming into vine wings that fluttered gently.

"This level of vitality... without a doubt, the enemy's strength this time may have reached the level of the uncrowned dragon king, Hokuto, which I have pursued all my life."

As the heavily armored Jeanne Alter slowly ascended into the air, a fighting spirit flashed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes.

The heavy armor dissipated into particles of light, replaced by a dress made of pure grass power.

“Choosing to be my enemy is the most foolish decision you have ever made. Now I will give you one last chance to swear allegiance to me and assist me in wielding eternal power, and I will forgive your past transgressions.”

Jeanne Alter said in a calm tone that in her eyes, a Solomon with his own thoughts and great intelligence was more valuable than a puppet that she controlled.

"What I, Solomon, love to do most is say NO to self-righteous gods like you, Little Lucky Grass King. I'll stake my reputation as the Martial Emperor on this day and kill you right here!"

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt her blood boiling, and an unprecedented fighting spirit surged in her chest.

"The power of grass is not applicable to judgment. Since that's the case, then let me show you my most essential point."

"Transcending all power, the most crucial factor in the survival of all living beings to this day is the effect of combining the power gained through wisdom with the power of grass."

After speaking, a new power, distinct from the Eternal Power and the Grass Power, erupted, and the Grass Power, which had already been providing Jeanne Alter with a continuous source of energy, also increased its absorption of grass from the outside world.

Upon seeing this power, the director immediately grasped its essence using his acquired wisdom.

"Rationality, is it the power to analyze and reconstruct all things through energy...?"

Seeing that Jeanne Alter was ready to get serious, the director, who had been assisting remotely by constructing a magic bullet array, narrowed his eyes.

"You do have some knowledge. That's right, this power is a new power I gained after analyzing a god who is even more powerful than that eternal lightning general through my essence and wisdom."

"O Olga, and with this I bear witness the power possessed by one of the five Sustainers who stand high in the heavens, above the Seven Rulers of the Earth, the Sustainer of Reason."

As soon as she finished speaking, the weapon in her mind was conjured up by energy behind Jeanne Alter, and the suddenly appearing celestial weapon array aimed at the director and launched an attack.

"Wait, why am I the target?!"

At this moment, the director twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing an expression of complete surprise.

Why am I the main target of Little Lucky Grass King's attack? Shouldn't we be dealing with Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mordred first?

At this moment, Bronya's eyes lit up when she saw the scenes on the screen.

"A power that transcends eternity, a power capable of analyzing and reconstructing all things—isn't this the power that Bronya possesses?"

Upon hearing this, Theresa revealed a somewhat subtle expression. If she remembered correctly, Bronya had been constantly getting thwarted since becoming the Herrscher of Reason.

Well, this is probably just Bronya's bad luck. It definitely has nothing to do with the Herrscher of Reason type of power. The one on the screen is the Little Lucky Grass King.

If it were the Little Lucky Grass King, which looked incredibly powerful, then using that power to win wouldn't be difficult.

The battle on the screen resumed at this moment. After a brief exchange, everyone quickly discovered the problem: the second phase of Jeanne Alter was much stronger than before.

“There’s something wrong. To defeat him, we’ll need at least one more expert of our level,” Mordred said with a grim expression.

The stance that appeared after the second phase began greatly reduced the effectiveness of their attacks.

Breaking through the defenses is not difficult; the biggest problem now is how to inflict fatal damage on the Little Lucky Grass King after its defenses have been breached.

Just then, the director suddenly launched into a sentimental flashback on the screen. When she opened her eyes again, she said resolutely, "Leave the final blow against the Little Lucky Grass King to me."

Upon hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka was slightly taken aback, then frowned and asked, "Chief, what is the cost of the method you intend to use?"

Facing Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had already guessed the high cost, the director shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, it's not something like life. I was already prepared to give it up before I chose to come here."

After another discussion, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't ask too many questions, and the director didn't choose to reveal the real price he would have to pay.

The initial probing battle ended at this moment, and the real, hard-fought combat began.

The previous battles were merely a test by the people present, using their limited strength to prepare for and assess the opponent's abilities and devise countermeasures.

On the other side, Jeanne Alter frowned slightly, but quickly put her mind at ease. The winner was already decided in the current situation, and that winner was herself.

Although he hadn't fully deduced the nature of the opponent's various strengths, he was certain that his own raw strength far surpassed that of the opposing group.

After everyone decided to go all out, Jeanne Alter took the lead, with the power of eternity surrounding her, and a construct field that could reduce damage was also created at this time.

Facing the eternal power that surrounded Jeanne Alter like a nebula not far away, Mordred was now ready to make her move.

The hearts and minds of the British people from a parallel world are now united through the power of faith, and they shout as they look at Jeanne Alter not far away:

"This is my strongest power, Mordred, the ultimate king who surpasses Arthur."

The land of Great Britain does not need a perfect king or an eternal king; what it needs is a new king like me, who is popular and surpasses the son of the red dragon!

Liberate, King of Swords, shining with brilliance!

Witness my awakening, the sword that bids farewell to the age of gods, transcends eternity and perfection, and opens a new world connecting all people!

As the words fell, the powerful light cannon that gathered public opinion was released, and the eternal power that was closely related to power due to its structure was targeted by the Sword of Creation at this moment.

In the Moon World, a world where special attacks reign supreme, the eternal power was utterly shattered with the radiant brilliance of the King's Sword.

Instead, looking at the dazzling brilliance on the screen, Artoria's expression in the real world was somewhat complicated.

As expected... you've completely surpassed me, Mordred. But is this your choice?

Instead of striving to preserve Great Britain or the Age of Gods, he chose to bid a complete farewell to that era of extreme decline and then lead his people on a new journey in a new age.

As expected of Lord Mordred.

Chapter 854: Pass it down: The plan to kill Olga was devised by the King of Heroes.

As Artoria was feeling this way, Mordred, on the other side of the theater, was so happy she felt like she was floating on air.

Arthur, the Arthur you see!

This is Mordred completely, this is me completely!

If you hadn't been lucky enough to kill me, the future that would have led Great Britain to dawn would have been realized in my hands.

Mordred felt proud that she was also herself in a parallel world, and at the same time, she began to ponder the power she was using on the screen.