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

Princess Alice's spirit dissipated into the air, followed by rolling thunder and howling storms, and an aura of destruction quietly approached.

The White Dragon Futigeng is about to descend.

......

In the distant cave, Guinevere's delicate face had become distorted.

She could sense that the Greater Grail, which was connected to her life, had had its magical infusion stopped by some force, and she was powerless to resist it—the land seemed to be resisting her rituals, rejecting her summons and rule.

The ritual originally intended to summon King Arthur has taken a different turn: it is an entity formed by the will of the island, a manifestation of the wrath that has been drained of life and ley lines.

The Holy Grail, which was originally destined to give birth to the Eternal King from the womb, was decaying. Guinevere gritted her teeth and uttered that name: "Vortigern..."

"You rebellious dragon, only by killing you can the true red dragon be born into this world!"

"Just as that despicable sage, Merlin Ambrose, said."

400 Someone delivered the equipment to my door.

On the desolate wasteland and strange ruins outside London, Li Lin and Meilushin looked up at the magnificent scene that was gradually gathering in the clouds.

The strange phenomenon, resembling a waterspout, had been ongoing for several minutes, and the mental pressure, named "Dragon's Might," was intensifying at a rate that doubled every second.

At first, it only caused living things on the ground to kneel and submit involuntarily, but then it intensified to the point that even inanimate objects would collapse. The ruins formed by the collapse of the maze were destroyed a second time under this oppressive force that affected reality, forming a transparent crystalline substance that looked like it was under high gravitational pressure.

In this situation, even the innocent insects crawling on the surface or underground were pressed down by the dragon's might and forced to lie prostrate on the ground, then stuck together into a lump of meat paste by the ever-increasing pressure.

However, even five minutes later, the dragon's might had not stopped intensifying, and the wasteland was even forcibly lowered by half a meter.

Only Li Lin and Mei Luxin were able to maintain their standing in this field.

The former is because the essence of life has undergone earth-shattering changes, and the soul that has witnessed the true mysteries of the sun's dwelling is no longer afraid of this dragon's might.

The latter occupies a very high position in the species lineage of dragons—Albion, as the holder of the concept of the horizon's end, and existing as both a shelled species and an ancient dragon, is no less impressive than Vortigern, the white dragon who embodies the concept of the island.

Vortigern hadn't laid an egg after five minutes, and Li Lin was getting impatient.

Sure enough, another minute later, while Vortigern was still preparing its big move, a clear and melodious cry came from afar.

Lancelot, the steel god of war riding a white horse with wings, and Guinevere, the reincarnation of a new generation of witch, arrived together, bringing with them boundless rage.

"O God of War who has always protected us, please punish these two madmen who dare to defy the Eternal Last King with divine speed."

The woman in the dark gray cloak nodded slightly, then released the reins of the pegasus.

She relinquished control of her body and leaped from the air!

As an unruly god who has existed in the world for a long time, Lancelot du Lac knew very well how terrifying the spiritual pressure of the dragon's might that was currently hovering in the sky was. Therefore, she did not underestimate Li Lin and Melusin, who were able to stand under such pressure.

Soon, Lancelot, through her mysterious connection with the fairies, discerned the "identities" of Li Lin and Melusin.

"The Fairy King Oberon...and Melusin?"

Lancelot landed smoothly, and a somewhat surprised voice came from under his cloak, "I heard that Melosin has been killed by the Black Prince Alec, but fairies cannot tolerate lies right now—so, you are another legendary Melosin?"

Responding to the witch's call, Lancelot, now a rebellious god galloping across the land, stretched his body, his legs poised to take flight.

"No, no matter which mythological figure Meloshen is from, she possesses no fighting ability whatsoever... The Oberon behind you is the same—"

The knight leaned his right arm back, his palm seemingly grasping wind and thunder, and a muffled thunderclap sounded the moment he tightened his grip.

"So, let it vanish like a fairy tale!"

Immediately afterwards, Lancelot hurled the ethereal javelin in his hand toward Meloscin and Li Lin!

The instant the ethereal spear flew from the knight's hand, thunder and hurricane suddenly appeared, tearing apart the dragon's might descending from the sky and opening a vacuum path for it!

Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone Lancelot, a legendary knight. Even after becoming a god of disobedience, she still upholds the virtues of chivalry.

When facing an enemy, the greatest respect a knight can show is to give them his life by giving them his all.

The descending dragon's might was easily torn to shreds. In the vacuum passage, the Void Spear revealed the ferocious sharpness of steel, and iron light burst forth inch by inch from the thunder, accompanied by a hymn even louder than the thunder.

"I swear this to my king!"

Lancelot was a knight raised by fairies, so she would never attack fairies. Even in her thirteen resolutions, she declared that she would "not fight against the fairies."

Therefore, her javelin was not aimed at the fairy king Oberon, but at Melousin.

—The two-tailed mermaid Melsin belongs to the class of elves, but the Melsin who was cursed and turned into a two-winged flying snake is not!

As for whether the aftershocks of the javelin throw would affect Oberon... that has absolutely nothing to do with Lancelot.

In the blink of an eye, the javelin, gleaming with a chilling iron light, was inches from Melusin's face.

The dust settles!

"It's over...this farce is over."

Lancelot calmly raised his eyes.

"Really?" Melusin looked curiously at the spear she was holding in her hand. "But why do I feel a little disappointed?"

Then, an unsettlingly pleased expression slowly emerged from that face.

A pair of hands gently pressed down on the tip of the spear, which had been reforged from the savior's sword, and gripped it tightly.

"The thought of having to bear your name makes me feel ashamed of myself; I'm so pathetic."

Lancelot was stunned.

The beautiful woman's face, hidden by the cloak, was now gripped by an involuntary chill, and twisted in pain.

It was as if the world had changed permanently at a certain moment.

It wasn't as if I descended from the sky on a white horse, throwing a spear forged from a savior's sword, and pinning Melusin to the ground with a single thrust; rather, it was as if I was driving, singing, eating hot pot, and then being robbed.

Is there a problem with our role positioning?

When Lancelot realized something was wrong, Melusin's exquisite face was already inches away.

Grass!

How could she be so fast?

Lancelot's hair stood on end, and he leaped backward without hesitation, pushing off the ground with his feet.

She also possesses the power of divine speed, though not comparable to the Black Prince, but far exceeding the speed of most disobedient gods.

Regardless, first create some distance!

Strangely, Melusin's face neither moved away nor closer—she remained at arm's length, showing a curious expression.

"So slow."

Despite the rapid stalemate, Melousin's voice still reached Lancelot's ears at a steady pace, without the slightest distortion.

An ominous premonition rose in Lancelot's heart, and then she saw Melusin slowly turn the spear around, mimicking her earlier actions, holding the spear in her increasingly distorted hand.

Despite her seemingly unhurried movements, the speed far exceeded Lancelot's thinking, as if she were in a frozen world, simply waiting for her death to arrive.

"Here it comes, catch it."

Melusin swung her dragon claw and hurled the long spear, which was wrapped in layers of steel, from her palm.

It easily broke the sound barrier, entering a realm of absolute silence, and then accelerated, accelerated, accelerated again—

A dazzling light rose from the surface of the spear, and with a single thrust, Lancelot, who had roamed the earth for thousands of years, was shattered into millions of pieces!

After that, the spear continued its momentum, breaking free from the planet's gravity, piercing through layers of atmosphere, until it revealed the primordial darkness deep within the universe.

A fierce wind howled down from the sky, turning the already ravaged wilderness into chaos.

But Lancelot did not die, or rather, just as her head was about to be shattered, Melousin effortlessly outpaced the spear, ripped Lancelot's head off, and pulled it out along with his spine.

"Lancelot's Spine Sword! Yay!"

Meilu Xin showed it to Li Lin like a precious treasure.

401 You are not a dragon at all.

"Let me borrow it to play with," Li Lin said to Meiluxin with longing.

Who could resist a cool spinal cord sword?

“This won’t do.” Melusin swung the Lancelot Spinal Sword with obvious delight.

"Damn it." Li Lin's face perfectly displayed the typical villainous expressions of resentment, jealousy, hesitation, and grudge.

It was only at this moment that Guinevere, who had been blown off her white horse by a sudden gust of wind, was forced to interrupt the process of interfering with the séance.

She had hoped that Lancelot would quietly and quickly deal with Li Lin and Melusin, so as not to affect her ritual to stop summoning Vortigern. However, the sudden gale not only made all her previous efforts futile, but also almost blew her from the sky to the ground.

Guinevere, having used a flight spell to sit back on the white horse, stared at the ground with a stern expression.

For Lancelot to unleash such a powerful attack, his opponent must be extraordinary.

Then she saw clearly that the young girl was holding a slightly curved spine, and above the spine was the head of a woman with a delicate face, with long braids hanging down like sword tassels.

On that beautiful face, crimson tears of blood were streaming down her face.

That was because Lancelot's spell to conceal his identity was broken, and his true identity was exposed.

"what!"