I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

It can be said that in "The Legend of King Arthur", Vortigern played the role of an opening background character and the cornerstone of the main storyline, but he is absolutely incomparable to King Arthur.

"Then let's finalize the formal contract."

Princess Alice reached out and shook hands with Li Lin. Gold and black-red patterns rose from their wrists and intertwined tightly.

The cursed pattern flashed across her wrist, as inconspicuous as a dull bracelet.

Li Lin moved his arms, and the curse binding seemed like a thin film that could be easily slipped off.

After signing the contract, Princess Alice relaxed slightly: "We now have two options."

......

In the secluded valley of Greenwich, the Black Prince is strolling slowly.

He is waiting for someone.

The wait was short—before his patience was completely exhausted, a clear neighing sound came from the clouds, followed by a magnificent celestial horse descending from the clouds.

That is completely different from the white horse of Vereslana. The white horse of the god of war is closer to the divine manifestation of the sun, while this white horse is the "virtue" in chivalry.

There were two beings riding white horses. The rider, who was holding the reins, was wearing a cloak, so his gender and face were not visible.

The petite woman sitting in the driver's lap wore a thin veil that concealed her breathtakingly beautiful face, and a delicate crown on her head.

The Black Prince, standing on the ground, slammed his cane down, then transformed into black lightning that hovered in the air.

"It really is you, the goddess Guinevere, King Arthur's wife, and the true wielder of the Holy Grail."

“If there isn’t another Guinevere in the world…” the witch known as Guinevere chuckled, “but you, little one, actually decided to do something so big, that really surprises me.”

The Black Prince's face showed displeasure: "If that's the case, what are you waiting for? Now that I've provided the spiritual vein, why haven't you used the Holy Grail yet?"

“Timing,” Guinevere smiled slightly. “The life force within the Holy Grail is not yet full; someone always needs to make a sacrifice.”

The Black Prince's somber gaze swept over Guinevere and settled on the cloaked knight.

"Oh dear, I advise you not to get any funny ideas," Guinevere laughed unsettlingly. "Even when you were at your full power, you couldn't keep us here. Now that you're so badly injured, can you really do it?"

"That's none of your concern," the Black Prince chuckled and shook his head. "But the opportunity to summon the Last King using the Holy Grail is just around the corner. Have you really not made any preparations whatsoever?"

This time, Guinevere fell into a brief silence.

“It seems your wisdom hasn’t been clouded by anger, that’s good,” Guinevere said. “Give me four days, which will be the night of the full moon.”

"I hope so." The Black Prince turned away without a smile.

He transformed back into lightning and disappeared, while Shen Jun's white horse remained suspended in the air.

Guinevere gazed intently at the Black Prince's disappearing figure, then a sudden burst of joyful laughter rose from her throat.

"Well, Sir Lancelot?" the immoral princess asked the people behind her as if she were taking credit for something. "The Holy Grail has been buried underground, hasn't it?"

“Of course.” A magnetic female voice sounded from behind her.

"That couldn't be better."

Guinevere's face was full of joy at her successful scheme; in her eyes, successfully outwitting the Black Prince seemed to be a great achievement.

“What I love to see most is the bewildered look on the faces of self-proclaimed wise sages when they fail.” Guinevere clapped her hands, in high spirits. “The Holy Grail will be fully operational in a day, completely draining Greenwich’s spiritual veins and turning the entire city of London into a dead zone… I bet the Black Prince’s expression will be quite something then.”

397 Pure Love Warrior Bravely Ventures into the Minotaur's Labyrinth

Guinevere never intended to make a deal with the Black Prince from the beginning, and she believed that the Black Prince must feel the same way.

Can an alliance that lacks trust even be called an alliance?

With this in mind, Guinevere had long ago buried a part representing the concept of the Holy Grail into the ley lines, using the special properties of the ley lines to allow it to slowly revive—a process that would take some time.

The Holy Grail's revival will not take four days as she told the Black Prince, but tomorrow.

As for London, which was about to be destroyed, Guinevere could hardly say she had any feelings for it... After all, the English people living on this land now were not even the same race as the people who were ruled by King Arthur.

To be honest, Guinevere felt she had done more than enough. After all, she wasn't sending them to their deaths—although at least 990 out of 1,000 Londoners would die, ten would still survive. Wasn't that because she had shown great kindness?

Hundreds of innocent souls will indeed never awaken, but what matters is that the god she serves ascends to a higher realm.

The opinions and criticisms of the world are irrelevant; what matters is that her king abandons his useless pity and does not repeat the mistakes that led to the kingdom's downfall. Only in this way can a great dynasty that lasts for a thousand years be rebuilt.

......

“The modern-day Guinevere is the manipulator of the Holy Grail.” On the south bank of the Thames in London, beside a crowded apartment building, Princess Alice introduced their enemy to Li Lin and Melusin.

"Like all Europeans, she was the most fervent follower of King Arthur—and Guinevere certainly deserved that title, for she was a divine ancestor, and in the previous generation she was King Arthur's queen."

“No one understands King Arthur better than me,” Li Lin said sarcastically from the side.

Whether Princess Alice failed to grasp the sarcasm in Li Lin's words or was feigning ignorance, she did not respond.

“Guinevere is fanatically convinced that King Arthur is the last king, so she will do everything in her power to try to resurrect King Arthur with the Holy Grail, which gives the Black Prince the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.”

The air along the riverbank was slightly cool and damp. Black mold grew on the walls of the crowded apartment buildings. The narrow alley was immersed in a dull and sluggish noise, with bicycles occasionally flashing by at the alley entrance.

Clothes hanging on the clothesline between the two apartment buildings dripped water continuously, accumulating into a small, shimmering puddle on the uneven ground, and a water stain spread out on the corner of the wall near the ground.

As its name suggests, this place is located near the edge of London. In the past, it was used as a warehousing and transit point. After rows of warehouses were abandoned, it became temporary residences for gambling addicts and drug addicts. The city government later built cheap apartment buildings here, and the new and old buildings form a labyrinth of the city.

Cold water droplets dripped from above, and a damp and sticky smell lingered in the air.

Even without the Black Prince's power, this is already a labyrinth so intricate that it's daunting.

Before exploring the world of esoteric Buddhism in London, Li Lin first experienced London from another world.

“Outer London, Lower London… call it whatever you want.” Princess Alice gazed at the gray expanse, a hint of helplessness barely audible in her voice. “Since the Victorian era, this has been London’s Achilles’ heel. It has fallen from its glorious past, from a jewel in the crown to a tumor in the city.”

Detective novels use it as a den of iniquity, a place where meddlesome self-proclaimed wizards gather and where the ugliness of the city is laid bare.

Now all of these have become the foundation stones for the Black Prince to build the Great Labyrinth. Those upside-down and disordered events, hundreds of years of time, have become an intricate network of passageways, where the Minotaur, the bull-headed god, appears and sits.

“In the past, I would have recommended that you visit the wizarding gathering in the lower city, which was the most prosperous trading market. But now they are all gone.”

Princess Alice walked over and gazed at the mist that shimmered with faint starlight. "Either we go straight through, but that will inevitably provoke the Black Prince's attack, or we repeat your feat of crossing the Netherworld once again."

Wearing a gray-white cloak, Li Lin straightened up. His light-colored eyes were as clear as a cool lake, and his vast and serene gaze was like the sky after a rain.

Li Lin's slender arm emerged from under the cloak, his fair hand with distinct knuckles slightly raised. Then, a mesmerizing, star-like color flew out from under the cloak, obscuring his face.

Princess Alice's heart suddenly raced: she realized that she was facing a god of disobedience, even though this fairy king Oberon was not known for his power of killing.

Princess Alice felt inexplicably awkward.

Li Lin's gaze shifted and landed on Princess Alice. He opened his mouth slightly and said, "You must have been blind to have found me."

"You're too kind, I'm just... um?" Princess Alice instinctively asked modestly, only realizing something was amiss halfway through her sentence.

"What I mean is that you have a keen eye for talent."

Li Lin made amends without changing his expression—in his Oberon form, he could lie without even blushing, which made Princess Alice even doubt that she had misheard.

"Please hurry up and get started."

Princess Alice sighed, her tone gradually becoming impatient.

"Don't rush," Li Lin said, still striking a pose. "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush."

Why do we say "don't rush"? "Don't rush" is an attitude, a balance of tension and relaxation, a calm and composed demeanor. "Don't rush" teaches us to find alternative paths...

"If you continue like this, I will no longer help you summon Vortigern."

Li Lin narrowed his dark eyes slightly, immediately shut his mouth, and snapped his fingers.

The sky darkened in an instant, followed by the rustling of the wind, the swirling eddies of the river gradually receding, and the phantoms of the woodland appearing from all directions.

The swaying branches cast shadowy shadows, and the muddy, slippery feeling from before reappeared in the air. The pale moon, as white as paper, floated among the branches like a human face, and the moss on the tree roots and stones resembled tangled black hair.

【The Curtain of Night】.

A strong moth-like influence is taking hold; a protective aura, a mixture of density and restlessness, has descended.

Princess Alice subconsciously looked up and saw a somewhat simple silver halo swirling and shining above Li Lin's head—the crown belonging to the Fairy King.

"Either know everything, or know nothing."

Suddenly, a sentence echoed in Princess Alice's mind.

But she couldn't say anything; under the veil of night, all sounds and images became distant and distorted.

Then she saw Li Lin walk towards that gray door, the door to the maze.

What method will he use to open the door?

"You two wait outside, I'll go inside and take a look." Li Lin turned around at the door and said to Alice and Melusin, then leaped up and climbed onto the wall using the doorknob as a foothold.

Then Li Lin struggled to straighten up and stood on the maze wall. After seeing what was inside, his sharp eyes narrowed slightly.

"Damn it, what a huge minotaur!"

398 The strong humiliate the weak, huh!

In the center of the intricate, fog-shrouded maze, a gigantic minotaur crouched between the buildings, its rough skin like rock, its dim yellow eyes flickering like lanterns, and foul-smelling liquid dripping from its mouth and nose.

The enormous minotaurs roamed among the thrones formed by the buildings, surveying their own territory.

This is the manifestation of Minos, who was once the god of the earth and labyrinth in the Cretan mythology system, and later demoted to the Minotaur in Greek mythology.