At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

To commit evil requires strength; the extent of one's evil depends on the strength one possesses, and it also requires unimaginable knowledge and skills.

She plans to try to study that person inside the Black Sun; it would be even better if she could dissect him, slice him up, and even extract his brain to retrieve his memories and knowledge.

……

London, Britain.

As the first rays of dawn shone into the city, a crimson teleportation array appeared on a street corner, and the Knights of the Round Table, their clothes tattered and their armor riddled with holes, emerged spiritedly.

"Ah! Sunlight! Breath... Ah! Air! Ah! Normal ground!" Mordred knelt on the ground as soon as he regained his senses of the normal world, his eyes filled with tears.

"How beautiful! I'm finally back from hell!" Gawain opened his arms wide, tears streaming down his face, his expression one of pure bliss: "Ah! The sun! It's the sun! The sun's blessing has finally been lifted!"

"I'm so happy! I'm finally leaving that sad place called Hell." Tristan was overjoyed, but he managed to restrain himself from losing control like Gawain and Mordred.

"I only wish to see my king now!" Lancelot said, his voice trembling.

“Me too.” Agravan trembled with excitement: “Now I can finally follow the King forever and protect the eternal Britain together!”

In the past year, the trust between them has reached over 90 points, and the previous rifts have been healed.

At that moment, they all fell silent, their gazes automatically turning to the man in bright white clothes who was lurking furtively in front of them like a thief, hiding in the shadows.

"Hey, Gawain, Lancelot... isn't that Merlin?" Mordred pointed a finger at the figure lurking and trying to escape something in front of him, his voice indifferent yet cold, and tinged with pure anger.

Gawain, Lancelot, Tristan, Agravain, and the others exchanged glances.

Having suffered together in hell for almost a year, we only need a glance to know what the other is thinking.

"Listen to my command, catch that nightmare first," Mordred said, then patted her cheeks and flashed a sunny, youthful smile, like a harmless, cool young woman.

At this moment, Merlin also sensed the presence of the Knights of the Round Table. His body stiffened, and he looked over as if he had seen a ghost. He only saw Mordred, who was covered in tatters, waving happily at him.

"Hey, Merlin! What are you doing?"

“Mordred…” Merlin’s expression froze, and his lips twitched.

He was thrown into the "space-time void" by "God" and thought he was going to die, but he just came out and fell into "Britain" which he didn't recognize at all.

As the owner of top-tier telescopic vision, even if he could only see 'the present', he still saw what was happening in this world.

This is another world where the history of humanity and the history of fantasy have always existed in the Age of Gods, and where human history and fantasy history run parallel and promote each other.

This could be considered another 'pan-human history'.

He is currently in "Eternal Britain," which has been protected by "King Arthur" until now. (He can only see the present, so this is his current understanding.)

If King Arthur is still alive, then the Knights of the Round Table must still be there, and perhaps there is another version of himself. He certainly doesn't want to run into them.

He was just about to hide when the Knights of the Round Table discovered him. What bad luck...

"Ah... Mordred..." Merlin awkwardly extended his hand in greeting.

"You're Merlin, right?" Mordred said with a harmless smile, already plotting how to subdue this guy in one blow.

"Um... Mordred, did you just go through a battle?" Merlin quickly changed the subject when he saw Mordred's tattered clothes. In reality, he was drenched in sweat and couldn't figure out if Mordred was from this world or had fallen here like him.

He saw many heroic spirits fall over, and now the world is very lively because of those heroic spirits.

“This outfit of mine… I just came back from hell. Look, my shoes are all torn.” Mordred said, pulling his tattered shoes off his feet.

"Huh? Hell?"

"Merlin, do you remember the name of your father's sword sheath?"

"Arthur's scabbard?" Merlin asked, puzzled. "Isn't it called Arthur's... ooh..."

Snap—

Before Merlin could even open his mouth, Mordred shoved the tattered shoe into Merlin's mouth with a swift, powerful shove, slamming Merlin to the ground like a rag doll.

Boom! Merlin had no time to react before he smashed a huge crater in the ground, his head buzzing.

"You don't even know that your father's sword sheath is called Avalon! What kind of monster dares to impersonate Merlin!" Mordred roared in fury, his fists clenched so hard that he pounded Merlin's face with each punch.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gawain, Lancelot, Agravain, and Tristan acted entirely on instinct, rushing towards Merlin, who had been slammed into the ground, their expressions angry and resolute.

In almost 0.01 seconds, they surrounded Merlin, clenched their fists, and swung them around, the sound of each punch landing with flesh as rhythmic as a machine gun firing at a sandbag.

"You audacious monster! How dare you impersonate Merlin! I'll beat you to death!!!"

"Hit him! Hit him hard!"

"Kill him! Smash him in the face!!!"

The five men, looking fierce, kept throwing punches at Merlin.

In just two seconds, Merlin's face swelled up, and he frantically tried to cover his face with his hands, repeatedly pulling the shoe out of his mouth in terror: "No! Don't hit me! I, I am Merlin..."

But before he could finish speaking, Mordred shoved the other shoe into Merlin's mouth.

"You audacious monster! How dare you try to argue!" Mordred's expression was ferocious as he swung his fist around Merlin's face, forcing the tattered shoe completely into his mouth.

"Beat it! Beat it hard! Kill this damned monster!!!"

Chapter 240: We were reckless, it was all a misunderstanding. Let's prepare to explore the game of life.

"Waaaaah—" Merlin huddled together in terror. Looking at those familiar faces, his expression twisted with savagery and glee, he understood. They were the fallen Heroic Spirits who had finally managed to capture him for revenge.

Although they were beating him fiercely, they didn't really want to kill him; they just wanted to teach him a lesson. Although he was half-human and half-dream demon, his physical endurance was about the same as these round tables. He couldn't fight against so many opponents, and he didn't even have the ability to react or perform magic when he was being kicked around like that.

Although he is known as the 'Flower Magician', his true specialty is not 'magic'.

After the Knights of the Round Table swung their fists, they began to kick, one kick after another, each with a gleeful grin on their face.

Merlin, that old bastard, had done countless awful things to them. Every one of the Knights of the Round Table was a victim. The reason was that this emotionless nightmare always embarrassed them unexpectedly and then gossiped about it everywhere. By then, the people of Camelot knew all about their embarrassing misdeeds.

Of course, this is not the most important reason why they circled around Merlin.

It's because Merlin, that bastard, clearly knew everything, but he just stood by and watched things happen, and after they happened, he would come out and say things that made people angry, like "It's all fate" or "I can't say anything."

In particular, as the King's teacher, he only taught the King swordsmanship and martial arts, and did not allow others to teach the King 'human relationships and social skills'. Whenever someone couldn't help but want to correct the King, Merlin would send them away with various excuses.

Ultimately, on the eve of Britain's fall, during the Battle of Camlann, he simply fled—yes, he fled!!!

They couldn't accept Camelot's demise; even Rome had fallen, let alone Britain. What they couldn't accept was that Camelot's tragic demise had caused the entire Knights Order to fall apart, and that their king hadn't fared any better in the end.

Just then, golden light fell upon the Knights of the Round Table.

The Knights of the Round Table stopped instantly, reflexively kneeling on one knee, heads bowed, their voices loud.

"My King!!!"

"Mordred, Lancelot, Gawain, what are you doing?" Artoria pointed behind them at Merlin, who had gained two sizes of weight and turned into a pig with blue and red bruises.

She knew all along that her Round Tables had left Hell; she had a direct communication channel to Hell, and Beelzebub had contacted her long ago.

As for Merlin... she sensed him the moment he appeared.

She is now a god at the fourth level of godhood. Even if she doesn't extend her senses to Britain, she can sense the situation of anyone or anything directly related to her.

The moment Merlin appeared, she sent her senses to the area where Merlin was.

However, she didn't appear directly in front of Merlin. She wanted to see what choice Merlin would make: whether he would come to the palace to find her or secretly hide away.

She was utterly disappointed when Merlin chose to hide. It wasn't that she disliked Merlin, after all, he was her teacher. She didn't blame Merlin for the fall of Britain, since Merlin had told her from the beginning that Britain was destined to perish.

He was just angry that Merlin stood by and did nothing.

Coincidentally, her Round Tables emerged from Hell right near Merlin and caught him red-handed.

Unexpectedly, the Round Table members ganged up on Merlin.

She found it very satisfying to watch, so she silently watched for a few more minutes, only appearing when Merlin was almost beaten to a pulp.

"Ah, Arthur... Ah, Artoria..." Merlin's face was so swollen that his eyes were reduced to slits, but his gaze kept darting away, he was guilty, he least wanted to run into Artoria.

After all, from Artoria's birth to her ascension to the throne, and then to the destruction of her country and her death in battle, this was all part of his 'plan' from the very beginning. Although it was due to the 'Counterforce,' it still made him feel like he had toyed with Artoria's entire life.

Artoria always treated him as her 'most respected teacher,' which made him feel even more guilty.

It's over, it's really over now, there's no way to run away.

He could see perfectly well that Artoria had become a 'god' in this world, a 'god' rather than a 'spirit'.

It's completely different from the 'Lungominyad' in the Sixth Singularity.

"Father! We discovered that this monster is impersonating Merlin, our 'Court Magician' of Britain, so we couldn't help but try to kill him!" Mordred raised his head, his cheeks flushed, looking very happy. His eyes reflected Artoria's face, and his gaze was filled with even more admiration.

Finally, he was able to stay by his father's side forever, and he even beat Merlin up to vent his anger.

“Yes, Your Majesty! We absolutely will not allow any demon to slander your teacher! Please wait a moment, we will deal with this demon right away!” Gawain said firmly, his expression meticulous.

"Waaaaah!!!" Merlin was completely stunned. No! You were doing this on purpose! Now you really want to kill me!!!

"Hey! Artoria!! It's me! It really is Merlin!!"

Merlin's face was so swollen that he could barely speak properly, and he kept explaining as if he were grasping at a straw.

"..." Artoria's cheeks twitched slightly. She was trying hard to suppress her laughter. Although it was a little immoral to watch Merlin get beaten up, it was really satisfying.

“Ahem… Mordred, Gawain, he really is Merlin.”

"what!!!"

"what!!!"

"what!!!"

Mordred, Lancelot, Gawain, Agravain, and Tristan were struck dumb, turning back in shock to look at the man they had beaten beyond recognition.

The next moment, the five people helped Merlin up from the ground. Two people held his hands, two people held his shoulders from behind, and one person patted the dust off his body.

"Oh dear! I was so reckless!"

"Yes, we were too reckless!"

"But this is also your fault, Merlin!"

Why didn't you say so earlier?

"That's right, if you had said so earlier, we would have recognized you."

Merlin's anger burned fiercely as he looked at the guys who had pinned him up to prevent him from fighting back, and he almost lost it when he heard their utterly blatant lies.

"I said... I said you idiots, you've all gagged me!!! I said!!! What did I say!!!"