At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

Irene poured Artoria a glass of ale, then sat down.

"Dine, my knight, at least for this moment, let us express our joy at our reunion," Artoria said gently, raising her mead glass.

The knights raised their glasses, and Gavin and the others smiled, happy for their king.

"Glug~ Glug~" Lancelot and the others drank the ale in their glasses with tears in their eyes.

This time, they didn't finish their food as quickly as before; they wanted to savor the feeling of being back under the king's command for a while longer.

After a hearty meal and drinks, even as a Servant, Mordred was slightly tipsy from the fourth-tier wine, his face flushed. Mordred, who didn't like drinking, was even burping from the alcohol.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Father. You must be very disappointed in me now!" Mordred slurred drunkenly. "I did so many wrong things before, I just, I just..."

“I know you just want my approval,” Artoria said with a smile. “It’s also because I didn’t teach you well. What’s past is past. Just start anew from now on.”

Artoria walked up to the drunk Mordred, raised her hand and patted her head: "Even after you have atoned for your sins and returned, you are still my good son, and I am proud of you."

"Hmm..." Mordred regained her senses, lowered her head and choked back tears, not wanting anyone to see her tear-filled eyes. Father is proud of me! I am Father's good son! It was clearly her own willful act that made Father take the blame upon her in the end.

Is this...fatherly love?

Lancelot and the others watched this scene with deep emotion. The current king is so dazzling! He is like the sun in the sky, warming all things.

“My knights! Are you ready to atone for your sins?” Artoria said gently.

Lancelot, Gawain, Agravain, Tristan, and Mordred instantly stood up and lined up in front of Artoria, placing their right hands on their left shoulders and bowing slightly.

Artoria raised her hand, and a deep, dark magic circle appeared beneath their feet.

This is a magical passage connecting to Hell, developed by Beelzebub, the 'Lord of Hell'.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

“I will not let you down,” Lancelot said respectfully and admiringly.

"Father..." Mordred said shyly, blushing, "Can, can I pat my head again?"

Artoria smiled and patted Mordred's head again.

“Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain…” Bedivere suddenly spoke, his expression somewhat conflicted.

“Bedewell, you are the truly most loyal knight,” Lancelot said, looking at Bedivere with envy.

“You loser… I have to admit, you’re not weak at all,” Mordred said to Bedivere. Now she was no longer jealous of the guy her father had always trusted.

I used to dislike Bedivere because I was jealous of him. I was jealous that he was so weak yet his father trusted him so much.

"Lord Mordred, everyone, please come back soon," Bedivere said sincerely.

"Heh, don't worry, I'm not a weakling like you," Mordred grinned.

"My king, please take good care of yourself." Agguiwen bowed slightly.

"My King...please always be happy." Tristan's face was full of smiles. How happy I am! My holy king, you have become the perfect holy king in my heart.

hum~

The portal to hell opened, and the magic circle beneath the knights' feet formed a wormhole-like vortex, instantly sucking them in.

"..." Artoria sighed sadly, "It's all my fault for not guiding you well. If only I had understood you back then... sigh."

“My king, please don’t say that. If you are not wise, then there are no wise kings in the world,” Gavin quickly said.

“Yes, Your Majesty, this is not your fault,” Allen quickly added.

"My king, even gods make mistakes. Please don't blame yourself," Quentin said sincerely. Who, unless they are an omniscient and omnipotent ruler, can guarantee that they will never make a mistake?

“Gavin, Eleanor, Allen, Quentin, I need to go to Hell to make some arrangements. We must protect Britain,” Artoria said.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty," the four said hastily.

"Mm." Artoria nodded, and then her figure vanished instantly.

'What a worrying knight. I need to speak with the 'Gluttonous Demon King.'

This is not to exonerate them, but simply to reassure them of their sins.

Chapter 201: A Century Later, the Beast Girl Civilization of a Parallel World

Lava Hell

Five figures slowly fell from the burning clouds.

"Is this... hell? What a terrifying world!"

What met their eyes was a crimson background, with wailing souls constantly churning in the lava river, and howling figures weaving through the dark thorny trees. As the scorching wind blew, the thorny trees swayed, making their cries even more shrill.

Pitch-black smoke billowed continuously from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, like smoke signals rising from the ground.

Before they could fully react, pitch-black chains appeared in the void. These chains had no physical form and surrounded them completely. The shuttle-like chain ends pierced through their bodies in an instant.

When they came to their senses, they were surprised to find that the chains seemed to be made of shadows and did not cause any actual harm.

But then I felt the power in my body suddenly go silent, and my body felt like a weak, ordinary person.

"Aaaaaah..." Gao Wen's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he gritted his teeth, but still made painful noises.

A warrior like him possesses an iron will, but this kind of pain cannot be endured by mere willpower; it is pain that comes from the very root of the body, soul, and mind.

Every breath felt like inhaling magma, burning his internal organs. The wind that was already scorching hot was now like molten iron being poured on him.

"Is this the pain of hell?! I haven't even hit the ground yet!" Lancelot's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were grinding together, making painful sounds.

"Aaaaaaah...it hurts so much!" Mordred screamed, scratching his hair in pain.

Agrave and Tristan clutched their heads and screamed in agony: "Aaaaaaahhhhhh..."

Black, sinful energy constantly emanated from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

These sinful energies formed hateful faces, the resentment of the innocent humans they had killed, and this resentment directly affected the soul.

'Aren't you the righteous Knights of the Round Table?! Why are you killing me?!'

'You are heretics! You are not knights! You are demons! You are all demons!'

'Go to hell! All of you, go to hell!'

'I came here to beg for your help! You devils!'

'My son! I watched as you, you devil, chopped off my son's head! You demon!'

'Why kill us! Lord! The devil is among us!'

'Die! Die, you Knights of the Round Table!'

'Are you knights of justice? Don't you have a shred of mercy?'

"No, no! I didn't want to!" Gawain clutched his head in fear. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll accept any punishment!"

'You'll accept any punishment? What's the point of punishing you then!'

'You killed us! Can we come back to life, you devil!'

Mordred, Lancelot, Tristan, and Agravain all faced the relentless psychological torture inflicted on the innocent people they had killed.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

They fell like five shooting stars into a lake of lava, where they were overwhelmed by the excruciating burning pain that would kill an ordinary person within a second.

They never thought of climbing out, and instead sank to the bottom of the lava lake, struggling horribly.

……

City of Gluttony

Demon King's Castle

Beelzebub, the Gluttonous Demon King, sat elegantly by the viewing window, gently swirling a goblet of red wine in his hand, watching the five figures fall from the world, lost in thought.

"A knight, a life form that exists between a spirit and a physical body, is truly special. It's around the fifth rank, and it's already reached this level. It also carries the faint aura of that 'God of Knights.' Let's observe it for a while."

As a demon king skilled in human relationships, he instantly sensed the peculiarity of those who had fallen into his lava hell. Clearly, this was the work of the gods. As a demon king, he naturally sensed how strong the 'aura of sin' emanated from the five people was. Since it was directly related to the gods, he did not send anyone to forcibly remove them.

"Hannibal, tell the kitchen to prepare the finest pastries from the Underworld; perhaps a distinguished guest will be arriving," Beelzebub said.

"Yes, my master, Your Majesty Beelzebub, the king of demons." Hannibal, dressed in a black and white tailcoat, bowed gracefully.

Hannibal has now successfully escaped Hell and become its renowned chef, but he remains cautious, for the sinful aura within him has not completely dissipated, and he fears being devoured by King Beelzebub.

“God of Knights…” Beelzebub straightened his collar and smiled.

During this time, he became close to Madonna and sent her a lot of underworld delicacies, which is how he successfully turned a stranger into a 'kind-hearted demon friend'.

I also learned a lot about the relationships between the gods from Maido.

Good heavens, it turns out that the Knight God, who was only at the second level of Godhood, was one of the earliest gods to follow the Supreme God.

Furthermore, he possesses a holy sword capable of unleashing the "Great Power God King" attack at any moment, making him incredibly powerful in both strength and background.

He admitted that his knees had buckled again.

hum~

A pitch-black magic circle appeared in front of him; this was a magical passage he had developed, created directly through the weak connection between 'Hell' and 'Earth Veins'.

This passage can only be traversed by 'demons', non-human beings without physical bodies, or gods.

Artoria stepped out of the magic circle and looked at Beelzebub, who was bowing to her. Her expression was somewhat subtle. She knew some of Beelzebub's reputation; he was a 'simp demon' who would fawn over any god or person with a bit of background.

Although this made her a little uncomfortable, she knew that one shouldn't hit a smiling face, and she had to return the favor in kind no matter what.

She could also tell that Beelzebub had already reached the ninth level and was communicating with the 'Divine Throne' to ascend to godhood. She estimated that he would officially become a god soon.

"Welcome, God of Knights, Your Majesty King Arthur of Britain, to Hell! Your presence truly honors my humble abode," Beelzebub said with an extremely humble posture and a respectful smile.

"Please have a seat here for a moment. I have prepared the most famous pastries from the underworld. Please enjoy them."

His Majesty Barbatos loved wine, while His Majesty King Arthur loved good food. He had long ago tailored the hospitality to suit the preferences of each visitor from Hell, ensuring that every visitor would leave satisfied.

Artoria was about to decline, but when she heard about the most famous pastries in the Underworld, she swallowed her words. This was her first time in the Underworld, and she had never tasted its delicacies before: "Then I'll trouble you, Lord Beelzebub."

“It is the duty of a host to ensure that the guests have a good time, so please don’t be shy,” Beelzebub said elegantly.

“Lord Beelzebub, this visit is mainly for my five incompetent Knights of the Round Table,” Artoria said directly, being a straightforward person.

"Oh? Knights of the Round Table, do you mean the Round Table with titles?" Beelzebub asked. Ordinary knights wouldn't need the God of Knights to come in person, and those five were all around the fifth rank. Did Britain suddenly have five more Round Tables? But if they were heroes, why were they burdened with sins?