At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

This is outside the timeline, in the gap between parallel worlds. Normally, there is no time or space here, only chaotic imaginary properties and some 'unnecessary things' that have been repelled from the world by the suppressor force.

The 'Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers' allows for time travel and traversing parallel worlds. Many top magicians have been able to achieve this feat through various means, but most of them do so only once.

Only extremely special beings can freely traverse the 'Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers', such as the 'Human Evil Beast', visitors from outside the world, and transcendent beings. Even the God-King cannot freely traverse the 'Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers'; those main gods who fall into the 'Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers' may even be permanently lost.

“Since we’re already here, it would be too much to not change anything.” Los Saint’s golden eyes were fixed on the timeline node of 1994.

Thousands of parallel worlds exist around this point in time.

Their focus was on Fuyuki City.

The idea that history cannot be changed is relative. While it would be difficult for a force from outside the Type-Moon universe to change all of history, it would be easy to modify only a tiny bit.

"It's unbelievable that 99.9% of parallel worlds are persecuting Sakura Tohsaka and Illya. It's truly the malice of the Counter Force." Los Saint clicked his tongue.

As he spoke, the omnipotent divine power within his body was rapidly released, spreading like golden sunlight across the timeline of 1994 and extending to thousands of parallel worlds around him, subtly altering history and causing a slight shift in the fates of Sakura Tohsaka and Illya.

Major events cannot be changed, but minor events can.

He wanted to change the part where Sakura Tohsaka was implanted with the Crest Bug by the Bug Lord, and to give Sakura Tohsaka 'protection' in every parallel world, so that her fate would follow the major events but with slight deviations in terms of her own safety.

Sakura Tohsaka will enter the Matou family, but the blessing bestowed upon her will prevent her from being harmed by Mushi. If she is harmed, the blessing will retaliate. How could such a despicable creature as Mushi not avoid 'God's blessing'? And Shinji Matou will be intimidated by the blessing if he harbors any ill will towards Sakura.

At the same time, under her protection, Illya will not be forced to undergo magical modifications to her body. No one can force her to do so unless she is willing. Even if she participates in the Holy Grail War, she and the 'Minor Grail' will separate from her after collecting the Servant's soul.

"Phew~ It took quite a bit of effort to modify fate on such a large scale with this wisp of divine thought." Luo Sheng breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the modification.

hum~

In an instant, the surroundings became extremely silent. A profound will descended upon him, while an extremely strong repulsive force attempted to push him into the depths of the 'Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers'.

"Heh, what a scumbag woman. She wants my benefits but doesn't want me to interfere in even the slightest thing." Luo Sheng sneered and clicked his tongue.

He heard countless human voices, beliefs, and wills questioning why he was interfering with the world's order and the course of civilization. Humanity and civilization would never allow a destiny chosen by non-humans themselves.

boom!

A colorful divine wheel appeared behind him, and tens of thousands of rules seemed to form a miniature new world behind him, isolating him from the will of all humans from the Type-Moon world, and the force exerted on him disappeared.

“The combined will of all humanity in all parallel worlds is indeed incredibly powerful. Unless one is a transcendent being, even a god-king would be defeated within minutes.” Luo Sheng crossed his arms.

"However, I do not belong to this world, and the power of this world has no effect on me."

"Anyway, it only changes the fate of two people, and its impact on the future is negligible."

“Fate has already been changed, and I won’t allow you to change it back, otherwise I’ll steal… oh no, I’ll take away a large number of humans from parallel worlds,” Luo Sheng said with a smile.

"You should think this through carefully. You can't block the dimensional portal. As for me, I can come over anytime. Although your world has a lot of humans, my world is very spacious. How many star systems in the Milky Way could your population fill? We are simply perfect complements."

【! ! ! 】

The restraint subsided for a moment, followed by anger, and finally, the will slowly calmed down and gave way.

"Okay, it's settled then." Luo Sheng nodded, thinking to himself, it's just talk anyway, I'll put you on hold for now, and come back to exploit you when I need more people.

Just like cutting chives, you should start cutting two inches above the top of the chives. Although the chives will get angry when you cut them this way, as long as you fertilize them twice and give them hope for further growth, they will grow more vigorously. Then, after they have grown well, you can cut them again, and repeat the cycle.

Human restraint has no physical form; it is an immense, formless, and intangible will.

However, the inhibitory force could indeed condense into a physical form if it wanted to, but it would be meaningless to them; they wouldn't do something meaningless.

When forms become meaningful, they will naturally do so.

For example... if in the future he were to offer a treasure that could elevate the Type-Moon world, on the condition that they could materialize into human form and give him some pleasure, then they would 100% agree, and even be very enthusiastic.

For them, such meaningless conditions, in exchange for the opportunity to upgrade the world, are like a windfall from the very source of the universe.

That's how inhibitory forces work; they'll do anything that's good for the world.

at the same time.

Los Santos, Earth, Britain.

At this time, Britain was holding the biannual grand event, the 'Round Table Tournament,' a two-person duel competition to showcase the martial skills of the Knights of the Round Table to the people of Britain.

This is the second competition. The original purpose of the first competition was to demonstrate the power of the superhumans to the old British nobility and to show the people their determination to lead Britain to a happier future.

Now it has become a celebration.

Every corner of the stands in the heart of Cardiff's arena was packed with people, all shouting in support of their favorite Knights of the Round Table.

There were also staff members walking back and forth in the audience, announcing the start of the betting rounds.

"Leicester! Charge! Defeat the enemy!"

"Tolf! Don't lose! You are the strongest knight!"

In the arena, two Tier 3 transcendent beings dressed in white knight coats clashed repeatedly with their greatswords, their fire and lightning elemental powers colliding and creating dazzling elemental reactions.

Boom! Sizzle! Crack!

The two men had resolute expressions and gritted their teeth, their fighting spirit soaring. Every time their greatswords clashed, they created shockwaves that could easily destroy a six-story building.

The shockwaves were all blocked by a barrier that resembled a large, transparent bowl—a protective barrier developed by a fifth-tier transcendent being.

Their use of elemental power has caught up with their destructive power, and it's starting to resemble magic.

The knights of the Round Table are also addressed by their rank. Those who have not awakened their holy marks are 'apprentice knights', second-tier extraordinary beings are 'official knights', third-tier extraordinary beings are 'great knights', fourth-tier extraordinary beings are 'knight commanders', and fifth-tier extraordinary beings are granted a 'title' by their King Arthur.

The highest level of knights who can participate in the 'Trial Tournament' is limited to third-tier Grand Knights. Fourth-tier knights are already at a high level, and those with too much destructive power are not allowed to participate.

Therefore, this is an opportunity for the core knights to showcase themselves to all of Britain, and even the world.

Because this grand event has invited representatives from all over the world and will be broadcast live to the world, and even their Eternal King of Britain is watching them from the VIP seats, they must give it their all.

No one in the revelry noticed the five figures that had appeared in the crowd.

"Where...is this?" Lanstrom listened blankly to the cacophony of sounds around him, like the flapping of a swarm of bees. The first thing he saw was a dense crowd of cheering people and the superhumans fighting in front of him.

"..." Gawain, Tristan, Agravivan, and Mordred were equally dumbfounded.

Chapter 199: My Queen Understands People Now! The Knights of the Round Table Reunite

"Where is this? A gladiatorial arena? So many people!" Gawain snapped out of his daze and looked around in shock.

Even as one of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, he had never seen such a large arena or so many spectators. Judging by his appearance, the arena's audience seats numbered no less than 50,000.

Moreover, almost everyone here possesses an aura that surpasses that of ordinary people, including some who are no less powerful than the Knights of the Round Table. Their numbers are also terrifying, with some being almost equivalent to Heroic Spirits.

His gaze then fell upon the two men who appeared to be knights fighting in the arena, and he felt a chill run down his spine. They were no less than the last of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, and perhaps even surpassed them by a considerable margin.

besides……

Gawain looked toward the VIP seats in the arena, where there were more than twenty people whose auras were no less than those of the top five Knights of the Round Table, and he even sensed a few auras that were stronger than his own.

"Are they all magicians and warriors blessed by fairies?" Lancelot swallowed hard. There were dozens of people here who were equivalent to the twelve Knights of the Round Table, and even several who were stronger than the Knights of the Round Table.

"Where exactly is this place? The newly built Britain by my father?" Mordred paused, biting her lip, her eyes flashing with excitement and fear.

If this is the Britain newly established by my father, how much has he sacrificed? How much wiser is he now than before? There are so many here who are comparable to, or even stronger than, the Knights of the Round Table, so is there any need for them?

'Truly worthy of being my father…'

"That's it! That's it! That's it! That's it..." Agraven's gaze was fixed on the most prominent position in the VIP section. His voice trembled, his hands clenched tightly, and the black armor on his body made a cracking sound.

A golden-haired figure chewing on a string of candied hawthorns was reflected in his eyes. Although he was dressed in a smart short-sleeved shirt and shorts, that familiar face and that familiar aura brought back all the memories associated with that figure.

“I, my king…” Agraven’s voice trembled, his originally rigid and gloomy expression twitching and shaking, his eyes moistening.

Gawain, Lancelot, and the others never expected that Agravain, who was so gloomy and taciturn and whom they disliked, would have such an expression, but their eyes followed him and they all held their breath instantly.

“Father…” Mordred’s cheeks flushed with excitement, but the next moment she took a step back, her eyes darting away. That was her father, she was absolutely certain, the father she remembered.

Her father was even more powerful than he had been in Camelot, so powerful that she felt as if she were looking up at the sky. He was as powerful as her father when he became a god in the Holy City, but his aura was gentle yet resolute, as if he could withstand all disasters and dangers and protect everyone's sense of security.

“My King! That’s my King!” Tristan’s voice trembled, his body trembling slightly. “Ah, my King is here, then this is undoubtedly Britain rebuilt by my King! My King! Now he is so powerful! So…” Tears silently slid down his cheeks.

My king's aura hasn't changed, yet it has changed again. This quality of understanding others and guiding his people seems to be pointing them in the right direction in life.

My queen has changed; she has become more outstanding and more understanding of people's hearts!

He became the incomparable holy king in his heart!

He left our king because he saw that our king was single-mindedly saving Britain, without guiding the knights, without leading the people to see hope for the future, and without resolving the contradictions in Britain, only focusing on saving.

Therefore, he concluded that 'Our king does not understand people's hearts'.

"My king! My king! You have become a true holy king!"

"My King!" Gawain excitedly wanted to run over immediately, but he had only taken one step when Lancelot and Tristan grabbed his shoulder and held him down. He turned his head in confusion: "What are you doing?"

“Gao Wenqing, do you think now is the right time? At such a solemn moment, disturbing the King at this time will only cause him trouble!” Tristan said seriously.

“That’s right, we must wait until the King has time to pay our respects!” Lancelot stared at Gawain.

"I know, I'm sorry, I was just too excited." Gawain paused for a moment, then nodded apologetically. "Thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have embarrassed my king."

“Gao Wenqing… Lord Lanstrom…you…” A familiar voice sounded behind them, and everyone quickly turned around.

A man with silver hair tied in a ponytail and wearing silver knight armor stood behind them.

"Bedewell! You bastard!" Mordred snapped back to reality, glaring at him through gritted teeth.

What are you doing here?

“Lord Mordred, ah, well, I was sent here by that god. I had already reached the vicinity of the Holy City, but I hadn’t entered the city yet… You all know what happened after that.” Bedivere lowered his head, somewhat afraid to look at his colleagues.

He was sent into this world by the gods. Although the gods did not speak to him, they repaired his body. He was no longer a servant, but a being of flesh and blood.

"What's wrong with you!" Mordred grabbed Bedivere by the collar and demanded angrily, "Why did you refuse to be summoned by Father—no, the Father who summoned the Round Table! And now you're responding? Are you expressing your dissatisfaction with Father?"

Bedivere also became agitated: "No! You and I were summoned separately! I don't know how it happened!"

Explaining the reason at this point would only cause a bigger misunderstanding; he couldn't just tell the truth directly.

"Summon them separately? You mean your father values ​​you more? You're the bottom of the Round Table!" Mordred was even more agitated.

“That’s not what I meant, Lord Mordred,” Bedivere quickly said.

"Hmph." Mordred suddenly released Bedivere and snorted coldly: "What a weakling. It's probably because you're too weak that Father didn't summon you."

“I do not have the same martial arts skills as you all…” Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief. He did not know why he, whose strength was far inferior to the other Round Table knights, had been promoted to the twelfth seat by the King, even though he was indeed ten times stronger than the other knights.

"By the way, where exactly is this place...?"

"If your eyes don't work, just gouge them out yourself!" Mordred cursed mercilessly, then cautiously glanced at the figure that terrified her.