At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

“That, that is… me, my king?” Bedivere’s voice trembled as he followed his colleague’s gaze, his silver right arm trembling.

"You bastard... I told you your eyes weren't working, so you poked them yourself." Mordred punched Bedivere in the stomach.

"Pfft!" Caught off guard, Bedivere spit out a mouthful of saliva and fell to his knees with a thud: "You, what are you doing, Lord Mordred..."

"You, you... you've gotten weaker?" Mordred was shocked. She had knocked Bedivere down with just a casual punch.

“Bedivell, what are you…” Tristan was also stunned.

Gawain, Agravan, and Lancelot were all incredulous. Even though Bedivere was at the bottom of the table, he shouldn't have been knocked down by a sudden punch.

"Tch~" Mordred clicked his tongue: "You've become so weak. When you see your father, you should resign yourself. There are no weaklings at the Round Table."

"..." Bedivere's lips twitched. He wasn't dead yet. How could a human body compare to a Servant? You were already very strong, so it's normal for you to become even stronger after becoming Servants.

"Sigh..." Gawain and Lancelot both sighed and shook their heads.

"Roar roar roar roar roar————"

At this moment, the unified shouts drew the attention of the people at the round table.

The battle in the arena had reached a fever pitch. Figures wreathed in flames and figures crackling with lightning attacked each other at incredible speed, the sounds of greatswords clashing growing louder and the intervals between them shorter.

"Leicester! Do you think I would lose to you under the King's watchful eye? Don't even think about it! I challenged more than thirty opponents of the same level from all over the world in the sacred land of Shudu in Xia Kingdom in order to defeat you. I have obtained my own unique combat skills!" Terf roared, his body covered in lightning.

"Thunder Dragon Roar!"

Boom—Zzzzzzz—

Terf roared and unleashed his elemental power, which gathered into the greatsword, and a phantom of a Western dragon appeared behind him.

The greatsword resembled a ball of lightning, two meters in diameter, seemingly formed from the mouth of a giant dragon's phantom.

"What! You actually got it!" Lester was shocked. What had happened during his time in the dungeon? He thought he was already ahead in energy index, but he didn't expect there to be another surprise waiting for him.

A unique combat skill that can multiply its power and also comes with other special effects.

"I also mastered my own swordsmanship in the dungeon!" Lester roared, "Knight's Sword - Earth Splitter!"

Rumble rumble rumble—

With a roar, he gripped his greatsword with both hands, as if slamming it onto the arena like a giant hammer. With a thunderous crash, the arena shattered, and large amounts of rocks were scorched into lava by the fire element, hurtling towards Terf like a volcanic eruption.

"Roar!" Terf roared, slashing down heavily with his greatsword. A two-meter-thick bolt of lightning shot straight down, shattering all the magma attacks and hurtling straight toward his opponent.

boom----

"It's a light cannon!" Lester exclaimed in shock. As everyone knows, while light cannon skills may not be the strongest, any light cannon is definitely not weak.

Nowadays, almost all fifth-tier transcendents can use light cannons, which shows how valuable they are.

"Sigh, I lost..."

Before the light cannon could even hit him, a fire elemental barrier appeared on his body, blocking all the attacks.

With a deafening roar, the two-hundred-meter-long arena area was instantly blasted into a huge crater. The lightning element transformed the crater into a lightning pool, emitting blinding light and a piercing hissing sound.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!" The audience in the arena stood up excitedly and roared, their cheeks flushed.

"Terf!!!"

"The strongest Knight of the Round Table is Trevor!!!"

"The strongest knight has changed!!!"

"Roar roar roar roar—"

Terf raised his greatsword high to greet the cheers, but he didn't forget his comrades. He looked at Lester, who had jumped out of the crater unharmed, and reached out his hand.

"Hahaha, congratulations on taking the title of the strongest knight." Lester laughed and shook hands. Although he was a little depressed, he sincerely congratulated his comrade-in-arms. His comrade's strength was also his honor, wasn't it?

On the arena, they can attack without restraint, solely for victory, without worrying about accidental injuries, as their captain Gavin is watching over them, and the guardian angel of Britain, Lady Eleanor, provides healing.

"I know the audience is very happy right now, but please be quiet and listen to my announcement."

Gavin, dressed in a knight's coat, hovered above the arena, raised his hand, and smiled as he spoke.

The entire arena fell silent for a moment, everyone watching intently.

"Gavon is becoming more and more like a leader." Artoria swallowed the hawthorn fruit she was chewing and nodded in approval. "He should be able to reach the sixth rank by the time Gavin enters middle age, right?"

"It seems to have surpassed Sun Knight Gawain, and is even slightly stronger than Lancelot."

At their peak in Camelot, the Twelve Knights of the Round Table were roughly equivalent to the late stage of the fifth rank. Even when they unleashed the Holy Sword, they were only just past the sixth rank, and their destructive power was limited to a single strike. If they were to fight a fifth-rank superhuman, Gao Wenqing and his group would be defeated in a short time.

Gavin is now undoubtedly the strongest knight at her Round Table.

"Now, congratulations to the top four of the second 'Trial Tournament'! Next up is our semi-finals!" Gavin said proudly.

"Let the whole world witness the glory of Britain!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!" The British audience roared, their faces flushed.

"Excuse me, sir, who is that?" Mordred stared at Gavin and quickly pressed down on a spectator who was cheering nearby.

"Huh?" The audience looked bewildered, but after carefully examining the group, they understood: "Oh, are you from Fontainebleau or Mondstadt? Mondstadt also has the Knights of Favonius."

"Uh..." Mordred was also stunned for a moment.

"Let me tell you, that's the Grand Master of our British Knights of the Round Table, a fifth-tier transcendent being, and was even appointed by our Eternal King Arthur as the thirteenth seat of the Round Table, the Unyielding Knight," the audience member said with admiration.

"Lord Gavin was a disciple personally taught knightly martial arts by His Majesty King Arthur. He then led the knightly order to eliminate all the monsters in Britain and reshape Britain into what it is today."

"Besides Lord Gavin, there's also Lord Aaron, the 'Knight of the Frost,' and Lord Quentin, the 'Knight of Lightning,' who were bestowed titles by His Majesty King Arthur," the audience exclaimed excitedly.

“Thirteen seats?” Tristan said. “What about the ones before that…”

"Oh, so you're asking why our Grand Master of the Knights of the Round Table only has thirteen seats?" the audience member said with even more pride. "Because the first twelve seats are legendary knights."

"The first seat is 'Knight of the Lake' Lancelot, 'Knight of the Sun' Gawain... The twelfth seat is Bedivere."

"In short, they are figures from over a thousand years ago." The audience said regretfully, "Although fifth-order extraordinary beings can exist for four or five hundred years, it has been over a thousand years, so they probably did not reach the sixth order."

“The thirteenth seat at the Round Table…” Lancelot lowered his head, feeling moved. In the Britain that our king rebuilt, do they still recognize us as a seat at the Round Table?

He felt even more guilty for betraying the Round Table and his king, and the guilt made him unable to raise his head to look at his king any longer.

"More than a thousand years ago?" Tristan grasped the key phrase.

"A fifth-tier transcendent?" Gawain also grasped the key phrase.

"Please tell me more about the events of the past thousand years and the fifth-tier transcendent beings. It would be even better if you could also tell me more about the current situation," Bedivere said somewhat urgently.

"You guys really don't know anything." The audience was both amused and exasperated: "Didn't you do any preparation before coming to Earth? I've rarely seen people like you."

"I'm really sorry to trouble you," Agravivan said, then took out a few gold coins from his pocket.

"Gold coins? You don't even have currency here, do you...?" The audience was speechless, but still took the gold coins. Although ordinary gold was worthless in this era, it could still be used as decorations.

"Alright, let's start with the resurgence of the supernatural and the descent of the gods here." The audience began to explain in detail to the Knights of the Round Table, from history to the supernatural ranks, to the situation in various countries on Earth, and the guardian deities of each civilization.

The Knights of the Round Table grew increasingly shocked as they listened…

……

Time flew by, and night gradually fell. Today's trial tournament came to an end. Although it was over, the city was even more lively. The night market and taverns were packed with people, and the lights of the high-rise buildings were incredibly dazzling.

At the headquarters of the Knights of the Round Table, the knights were enjoying a hearty meal in the dining hall.

In the commander's office, Artoria was having dinner with the high-ranking members of the Knights Order. Seemingly imitating Artoria, the knights of the Knights Order were all incompetent.

"The food today is excellent." Artoria slurped her food from a ceramic bowl the size of a small washbasin, eating quickly but with surprising elegance.

“It is our honor to satisfy Your Majesty. Recently, the canteen purchased a batch of fruits and vegetables from Xia Kingdom, so the taste is slightly better,” Irene said respectfully.

"This event was really lively. Thank you all for your hard work, Gavin, Allen, Quentin." Artoria finished the last bite of her food, put down her 'bowl,' and wiped her lips with a napkin.

“This is what we should do, Your Majesty,” Gavin said respectfully, putting down his 'bowl,' which was smaller than the king's, so that he could finish eating at the same time as the king.

What kind of behavior is it if the king is still eating after he has finished his meal?

Quentin and Allen also finished eating and put down their chopsticks.

"Alan and Quentin are already at the peak of the fourth rank, and they're just a little short of breaking through to the fifth rank. Have you thought about how to break through?" Artoria asked with concern.

“Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have found a breakthrough. Perhaps it lies in those fallen ones. Our hearts are not firm enough. We need to undergo the trial of the Seven Deadly Sins,” Alan said respectfully.

“Yes, only by undergoing the baptism of the seven deadly sins can our will be tested,” Quentin added.

According to the Vatican, fighting against the fallen will endlessly generate desires and temptations; failure will lead to being lured into depravity, while success will advance one to a higher spiritual level.

"Who?" At that moment, Irene's expression changed, and she stared at the office door, shouting.

“This is…” Artoria’s expression changed, and she stood up instantly.

Chapter 200: Farewell, My King! King Arthur's Wrath! May You All Go to Hell!

At this moment, in Artoria's eyes, the five Servants who had already become spirits walked in. The familiar aura was that of the Round Table who had established Camelot with her. The past was as vivid as yesterday to her, without fading in the slightest.

Behind them, in their spirit form, walked Bedivere, who was still human and had not died.

Irene, Gavin, Allen, and Quentin stood up and stared at the white-haired knight who walked into the captain's office. At the same time, they sensed five powerful auras close at hand. These auras were all around the fifth rank, with only the white-haired knight who walked in being at the peak of the third rank. However, they felt an even greater sense of danger to them.

“A sinful aura! Who are you? How dare you infiltrate the Knights? Are you provoking our King, provoking us Knights of the Round Table?” Gavin frowned, his eyes sharp.

In the past, he would have been furious, but now, having served as the regimental commander for so long, he has learned to conceal his temper and emotions.

Irene's pretty face was cold. Azure light gathered behind her, and three pairs of angel wings slowly unfolded. Azure angelic halo appeared above her head, and the entire room was instantly covered with azure light.

"Put away your power, Irene," Artoria said, regaining her senses. Her eyes were filled with joy as she looked at Bedivere, though she didn't know why Bedivere was human and why the others at the Round Table were Servants.

But this must be the Master's doing. The Master sent over the former Round Table, her friend, the knight.

"Sir Bedivere, Sir Gawain, Sir Lancelot, Sir Agravivan, Sir Tristan... and Mordred."

The astral round tables materialized and simultaneously knelt on one knee, heads bowed.

"My king..."

“Arthur…” Mordred did not call him 'My King' or 'Father'. Her father had never acknowledged her. Even though he used 'Father' in front of others, she couldn’t say it to his face, afraid of being denied.

"What?" Gavin, Eleanor, Allen, and Quentin stared in shock at the tall knights kneeling on one knee with their heads bowed.

They were actually the Twelve Knights of the Round Table!!!

Those Knights of the Round Table from over a thousand years ago?