At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Mashu's expression was blank, and her spirit origin was trembling. It was as if the Servant possessing her was explaining something to her, but she didn't know what it was. However, a sense of peace and happiness welled up in her heart, emotions she had never experienced before.

Go to the new world, you who believe in me.

Luo Sheng spoke calmly.

In an instant, he found the dimensional portal from Jerusalem to Mars in his world.

hum~

A layer of colorful light membrane instantly appeared in mid-air above Jerusalem, and golden light enveloped the colorful light membrane to form a golden gate, as if it were a gateway to heaven.

The twenty-two rays of light extend from the gate to twenty-two places in Jerusalem, like the twenty-two paths of the Kabbalah tree of life.

"Is that the gate to heaven?!"

"My Lord! Thank you for your mercy!"

"Our Lord has opened the gates to Heaven!"

The people of Jerusalem were in an uproar, praying fervently as they walked toward the path of light, which carried those who stepped onto it swiftly toward the 'dimensional portal'.

"It's actually that god who has descended." In a corner of the street, a white-haired man wearing white knight's armor and a white cloak looked at the people surging onto the path of light, his expression full of shock, his lips unable to close for a long time.

"My King... are you there?" The white-haired knight snapped back to reality and looked toward the center of Jerusalem, the holy city that resembled Camelot, the capital of Britain, in his memory. His silver right arm, hidden beneath his cloak, gripped the corner of the cloak tightly, his heart filled with deep guilt, fear, and remorse.

"I must see you, my king."

At this moment, in the pure white holy city.

The knights of righteousness, summoned by the goddess Rungomminiad, were bound to their positions under the divine light that filled the entire city of Jerusalem.

Only the twelve Knights of the Round Table and the goddess Rungomminiad herself were able to move.

On the pristine white holy city, Gawain, Lancelot, Tristan, Agrave, and Mordred stared up at the sky, watching the people gathered outside the holy city embark on the path of light.

Their spirit bases trembled, suppressed by the supreme divine light, rendering them powerless. At this moment, they seemed to have transformed from heroic spirits into ordinary people.

"That god has actually descended!" Gawain, a blond, muscular man in white knight armor, snapped out of his daze and couldn't believe it.

"It was actually that god... Phew..." Lancelot, dressed in deep purple knight's armor, breathed a sigh of relief after regaining his senses.

They, the Knights of the Round Table, were summoned by the current king.

The king, who had become a god, destroyed all the villages and towns on this land, and his Knights of the Round Table were ordered to drive the survivors to the vicinity of the holy city.

Every so often, the king would initiate a 'selection' to choose those with pure and good souls to enter the holy city for protection, while those not selected were ordered to be killed mercilessly.

He was tormented by this. He did not want to betray the king again, but as a Knight of the Round Table, he did not approve of the king's actions. So he used the excuse of not having enough manpower and needing some soldiers to protect a small group of people.

The king now examines all things in the world as a god. He sees the future of mankind, that mankind is doomed to perish. In order to continue the glory of human civilization, the Knights of the Round Table have no choice but to obey the king's will.

“That god has made a move. This is the first time I’ve ever witnessed a miracle from that god.” Tristan, whose eyes had been closed and whose long red hair was still styled, had a barely perceptible smile on his face. “This is truly… the only thing that has made me happy since I came here.”

If that all-knowing and all-powerful god intervened, humanity would certainly not have met the fate the king foresaw.

Knowing that humanity was doomed to perish, he pondered for a long time and ultimately concluded that the king was right.

It now seems that even a king who has become a god has beings he cannot see.

However, having already pledged allegiance to the king, even if they now believe that the king is wrong, they will still obey the king's will and will never betray the king again.

"..." Agravwen, clad in black armor, remained silent, his expression returning to calm after a brief moment of shock.

“God…” Mordred looked at the people being taken away in the sky. She had neither good nor bad feelings towards God.

The sound of metal colliding with the ground came from behind the Knights of the Round Table.

Everyone turned around immediately and saw a figure emerging from the palace, his face covered in lion-head armor, wearing silver-white knight armor, and shrouded in a thick cloak.

He immediately knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

“My King.” ×5.

The goddess Rungomminiad did not respond to them. She raised her head to look at the sky, and a cold, emotionless voice came from the lion-head armor.

"It was that god, God. His words must have foreseen the fate of humankind's destruction, so it is only natural that He intervened at this time."

"His words suggest that the fate of humanity may no longer be inevitable."

As a deity, everything she had previously seen had changed. It was no longer a doomed fate for humanity, but had become blurred, with many possibilities emerging that even she could not see clearly.

The fate she had previously witnessed was the result of interference from other beings. If that god were to intervene, from her perspective, anything could happen.

"..." The Knights of the Round Table listened with their heads down to their king's cold voice, and their moral and mental anguish lessened somewhat.

Does Your Majesty mean that they no longer need to conduct 'selections'? And therefore no longer need to purge those who were not selected?

"He has arrived," the goddess Rungomminiad said coldly.

The Knights of the Round Table did not look up; they only saw the light shining on the ground brighten, and a supreme, holy aura enveloped them.

They knew that the will of that god had descended upon them—no, it had descended upon our king.

【Artoria, Rungomminiad, you've done something terrible.】

Chapter 197: Taking Away the Goddess and the Knights of the Round Table, a Female Version of Xuanzang.

Los Saint emerged from the holy light, his golden eyes calmly gazing at the Holy Lance Goddess before him.

The lion-head armor opened, revealing a five-pointed crown binding long golden hair, a cross symbol pinned to the bangs on the forehead, and golden-green eyes devoid of human emotion, only the cold indifference of a god scrutinizing everything in the world.

At the peak of a human woman's physique in her early twenties, especially in terms of her breasts, even the Saber-class Artoria is far inferior.

Luo Sheng saw through everything about her in an instant.

She is merely another being with some of Artoria's memories and soul, a deity born from Artoria. She still has a physical body, but is not a divine body; her soul, cognition, and consciousness have been deified.

However, the deification was incomplete; only about 70% of her original personality was deified, while the remaining 30% was still Artoria's original human consciousness.

This state is completely different from that of Ishtar and Ereshkigal. Ereshkigal and Ereshkigal are completely integrated, while the White Saber is in a state where divinity completely suppresses humanity, causing humanity to fall into slumber.

The 'Sword of Shining and End' is essentially a nail used by 'Human Restraint' to fix 'Humanity' to the surface of the planet, and there are many such nails.

The Holy Lance held in White Lance's hand was merely a projection of the 'nail'.

'The Tower of the End' 'Rongomminiad' is another name for that nail. The current White Lancer Artoria can be said to be the divine soul born from the 'Tower of the End' itself, and can no longer be called Artoria, but should be called 'Rongomminiad'.

“You have done something truly outrageous, both from a human perspective and a divine perspective,” Los Saint said, looking at Rungominiad.

"Excessive? I don't think what I'm doing is wrong at this moment," Lungominiad said coldly, looking at the 'God' who appeared before him.

"Human reason has been burned away; only here remains salvation, and this is the end of the world."

"God cannot exist apart from humanity. I love humanity, so I cannot bear to lose them."

Los Saint said, "So you've decided to collect only the noblest souls, preserve them permanently, compile them into data, and store them in the Holy Lance?"

"And in the name of divine mercy, they kill off humans with impure souls before the incineration of humanity arrives?"

The knights of the Round Table held their breath upon hearing the voice of 'God'. Had He come to question our king? If He believed our king was wrong, then there was no denying that our king was wrong.

You can question anyone, but questioning an 'omniscient and omnipotent' God is a paradox in itself. If God is omniscient, He must know everything that is right and wrong.

"What wrong have I done?" Lungominiad said indifferently.

"To grant finite life eternity is the ultimate conclusion for protecting humanity, and this is human happiness."

"That's just your own conclusion, imposing your own views on life, happiness, and humanity onto them," Los Saint said calmly.

"To replace the true thoughts of millions of people with the will of God, the will of the strong, and to erase their right to choose and their free will."

"Have you ever bowed your head to listen to what people think about happiness, what they consider their own lives, and what life is?"

"How arrogant you are, the cold arrogance of a god who scrutinizes everything."

"Human happiness is the continuation of bloodlines and the continuous inheritance of will, passing on the ideals that we ourselves could not fulfill to the younger generation who are willing to pursue them, and continuously passing on the dazzling will to the future."

"Give civilization to the years, and life to time, rather than giving years to civilization and time to life."

"..." Rungomminiad remained silent, his expression still indifferent, seemingly pondering the meaning behind his words, but unable to comprehend them.

"Don't understand? Then step down from the throne of the gods who judge all things, integrate into civilization, and go and see for yourself." As Luo Sheng spoke, he raised his hand, and colorful light of rules shone between his five fingers.

hum-

The chains of divine rules instantly bound Lungominiad. When she came to her senses, she found that her power had been imprisoned. At this moment, she seemed to have become an ordinary person. Apart from physical strength, no other power could flow out. Even her divinity and will were restricted within her body and could not spread out.

hum~

A colorful light membrane appeared above her head, and before Rungomminiad could speak, it was carried away by the chains of divine rules.

Aside from the 'Spear of the End,' Rungominiad's strength was only around the 'Fourth Level of Godhood.' With the spear, her strength would soar to the 'Primary Great God-King.'

Similar to Artoria, who wields the 'Star Sword', 99% of her strength comes from her weapon.

"My King!!!" Gawain raised his head and shouted in panic, then looked up at God.

Only then did we see the face of God, a handsome face that no human could possess. His golden eyes held supreme divine power, yet within that power lay a compassion that made us feel redeemed. He wore a smile, a smile as gentle as a warm breeze, soothing all the pain in our hearts.

"Supreme God, my Queen..."

“God! What have you done to my father?” Mordred cried out. She should have stood up angrily and questioned him, but she couldn’t do so from the bottom of her heart. She couldn’t feel any negative emotions towards God.

“I sent her to another world so she could experience the full spectrum of human life. When she understands humanity, the human heart, what happiness is, and what civilization is, she will naturally return.” Los Saint calmly looked at the panicked Knights of the Round Table.

"She is King Arthur, but she is not King Arthur. The goddess Rungomminiad occupies 70%, while Artoria only occupies 30%. Therefore, the consciousness of the goddess Rungomminiad is dominant."

“Even so, he is still my father!” Mordred said through gritted teeth.

Los Saint smiled and said, “Your true king has already rebuilt a truly eternal and prosperous Britain in another world. If you wish to go, I can grant your wish.”

When Rungomminiad was sent away, the divine blessing on the Knights of the Round Table disappeared, and the divine blessing could no longer work across different 'worldviews'.

Without the 'divine protection,' they were no longer influenced by Rungomminiad, and their obsession gradually weakened.

"Father has already rebuilt Britain?" Mordred stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"My Queen, she rebuilt Britain?" Lancelot asked, seemingly dazed.

"Has our Queen rallied? We, as knights of the Round Table, know absolutely nothing... It's truly... heartbreaking." Tristan lamented.

They had no doubts or questions; these were the words of the 'omniscient and omnipotent God,' which in themselves represented the truth.

"I want to go!" Mordred snapped out of his daze and said to Los Saint, "I beg you, God, let me go to the Britain that my father rebuilt."

“Me too, I beg you, the most supreme God,” Gawain said devoutly, bowing his head.