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

Guinevere almost fainted.

She never imagined that the one who would be defeated would be her own guardian, Lancelot.

And it wasn't even a dignified defeat; his spine was pulled out, and his head was played with in someone's hands!

Guinevere's hateful gaze was fixed on Melusin, then drifted to Li Lin opposite her.

Upon seeing Li Lin's appearance, this young-looking goddess, witch, Queen of Arthur, and sorceress serving the last king felt a chill creep into her heart.

"How could it be you—how could it be you!"

"Whoever it is, it has to be you, you outrageous man!"

Guinevere let out a hysterical, frenzied roar, her resentment a thousand times greater than when Lancelot was defeated, directed directly at Li Lin without any concealment.

"You deserve to be torn to pieces, you deserve to have your heart devoured by a demonic dragon for countless years, you sage who betrayed the king, you stag-antlered nightmare!"

Guinevere pointed a finger at Li Lin and roared in fury, "Merlin Ambrose! How dare you show your face in front of me!"

Li Lin, who was always a bully who preyed on the weak, shrank back and shouted, "Why are you yelling so loudly! Go find the property management! Are you here to settle personal scores?!"

The words had already left his mouth when Li Lin clicked his tongue, realizing something was off: How did this person know he had used the Merlin alias? Could she be like Raiden Zhen?

Did I inadvertently become the scapegoat for a real online scammer?

Thinking of this, Li Lin became furious. He reached out and pulled out his long-unused wand, held it in his palm, pointed it at Guinevere in the sky, and shouted loudly.

"Guinevere's biological mother's ashes have arrived!"

The spell took effect, and in an instant, Guinevere felt a chill on her body, followed by a clump of grayish-black things flying into Li Lin's palm.

Li Lin never suffers a loss.

"Merlin Ambrose..."

“I’m not Ambrosius, I’m Thomas.” Li Lin interrupted Guinevere. “Someone asked me to give you Thomas. Look, these are your mother’s ashes. It’s a pity the image quality isn’t as good as Genshin Impact.”

"Little kid, talking nonsense can kill your mother."

Li Lin reached out and shaped Guinevere's mother's ashes into a diamond.

However, Guinevere seemed to have completely fallen into a semi-mad state. She stared at Li Lin, muttering to herself, her gaze cold and sinister.

"Hahaha, I get it—you're not the Great Sage yet... Yes, as long as I kill you here, everything can be salvaged!"

She suddenly raised her hands: "Votigern!"

Guinevere no longer suppressed Vortigern's arrival, but instead poured all the magic power accumulated in the Holy Grail into the summoning ritual. In an instant, the dragon's might, which was hovering in the clouds, surged again, and its pale dragon eyes emerged from the clouds, spewing out a foul storm.

Under the manipulation of the God Ancestor, Voodoo Grenadier, who had been suppressed, descended instantly and appeared in the world as a disobedient god.

At this moment, the clouds, as vast as the ocean, were forced to part, and a colossal dragon, large enough to rival the city of London, emerged from the clouds with its majestic face. Its cold and imposing eyes indifferently gazed at the insects on the ground, and its ferocious thorns protruded from its head, pointing towards the sky, forming a crown that resembled a crisscrossing of swords and halberds.

The disobedient god—the lowly king, the white dragon Voodoo!

His mere breathing caused the entire island's weather system to malfunction; his mere gaze caused all living things in London to involuntarily kneel down.

......

Oxford, the Black Prince, who was flying like a black lightning bolt, suddenly stopped in his superhuman speed and looked incredulously toward London.

"What are those madwomen doing?! This level of disobedient god—"

Even the Marquis of Voban needs to make considerable preparations when he is fighting against the disobedient gods. Now, the thoughtful Black Prince naturally has no intention of turning back to fight to the death with the suddenly born Vortigern.

In any case, the Royal Factory's foundation is not limited to the UK.

The decapitation strikes during this period have completely changed the Black Prince's mindset: with his power, the best thing he should do is to move around.

The Black Prince, believing himself to be at a safe distance, began to observe this rare war from the air.

“Guinevere, or Alice... whichever of you summoned the white dragon Vortigern, I hope you don’t die too soon, so I can see what Vortigern is capable of.”

......

Vortigern's gaze passed over Guinevere, who was standing close by, and landed on Melusin, who was on the ground holding the Lancelot Spine Sword.

He could sense that Melusin was a powerful dragon of the same caliber as himself.

“You are not a dragon at all.” Li Lin pointed his finger at Voodoo in the sky.

Li Lin's sudden outburst caused Vortigern's cold gaze to fall upon him.

"Let me show you what a dragon is—" Li Lin coughed twice to clear his throat, "Good news, unwanted mothers can be replaced with washbasins."

"Bad news, you can't get your mother back by giving up a discarded washbasin."

Li Lin's voice suddenly turned cold, his pure white cloak fluttered wildly, and the fairy king's crown on his head shone brightly.

The Fairy King's power is lies and deception, while change and abandonment are the domain of the Moth.

The power that was used to conceal their existence has now been removed, replaced by an eruption like the cold glow of dawn.

The chilly glow of dawn was shining down from the sky.

——【The Morning Lark】.

Then, the golden-purple twilight suddenly shone brightly, and the scent of hawthorn blossoms became stronger than ever before.

Beneath the Fairy King's disguise, the Deer King's true nature was revealed.

"You really are Merlin!" Guinevere roared hoarsely upon seeing the Deer King's appearance.

The Fairy King Oberon's power is to command the Netherworld, while the Deer King's power can open the gates of the Netherworld.

"Votingen, open sesame."

As Li Lin clasped his hands together, with a crisp sound, the arms of the Sun-Forging Colossus, Jambudvipa, suddenly shot out from the air, their massive hands pressing down on Voodoo's wings before slamming down with a heavy punch!

Boom!

Vottigeng was utterly powerless as Li Lin slammed him from the clouds to the ground.

In the distant Oxford sky, the Black Prince, who had been leisurely watching the show, was stunned. Then, an indescribable fear rose from his lower body and rushed to his brain.

"That's...that's—"

Without a second thought, he turned and fled into the distance at top speed!

Fear gripped the Black Prince's heart, leaving only two words in his mind, turning his self-proclaimed extraordinary wisdom into chaos.

"Donghuang!"

402 Oberon Vortigern

The Black Prince fled in panic, while the innocent Vortigern was receiving unprecedented treatment.

Dust rose again from the plains that had been ravaged three times. The arms of the Southern Jambudvipa gripped the tail and wings of the Voodoo doll and slammed it into the ground, whipping it like a top as if it were being swung with a copper-headed leather belt.

Guinevere, who was standing nearby, was also swept away when the massive Vortigern swept through.

Under such a pure, indiscriminate attack of natural disaster level, even the God Ancestor's spells were as fragile as paper. However, Li Lin did not spare any time to deal with Guinevere at this moment—the main focus of the attack was on Vortigern.

Legends of slaying dragons and snakes circulate all over the world—whether it's St. George slaying the red dragon, Li Ji slaying the snake, or Susanoo luring and killing the Yamata no Orochi... these myths actually represent the metaphor of the Steel God slaying the Earth Mother Goddess.

However, the Earth Mother Goddess at that time had not yet betrayed her destiny, so they were more powerful and radiant than they are now.

The Steel God's slaying of the dragon and serpent was not an overnight feat. Saint George had been defeated three times by the red dragon, and before Li Ji, nine maidens had been eaten by the giant serpent. Before Susanoo killed Yamata no Orochi, seven daughters of the Yamata no Orochi family had already died. This is actually a metaphor for the sacrifices during the changing of the times.

The Steel Gods are burdened with the destiny of changing times. Before fulfilling their destiny, they will not truly die, but will remain as unharmed as steel, just like a certain Colonel Sichen.

Before he became the Chief of the Stars, the Colonel, with the protection of the gods, ambushed the ancient god known as Qi Pan and beheaded him.

Most of the time, the Steel God of War was far weaker than the Dragon Serpent. Only when he slaughtered the Dragon Serpent did the Steel God of War's aura overwhelm the God Ancestor.

However, no one has ever used such overwhelming power to suppress the dragon and snake to the point of being unable to fight back.

The roles of the two have been completely reversed—who is actually attacking whom?

The majestic white dragon was covered in wounds, but there was no sign of bleeding, because the high temperature of Jambudvipa instantly burned its wounds, stopping the bleeding.

Its steel-like scales were charred black, its long, imposing horn was broken, and one wing was broken and could only droop helplessly at its side. Where its pupils used to be, only dark holes remained.

The more imposing and powerful Vortigern's entrance was, the more pathetic he looked now, defeated and lying on the ground, barely alive.

"die!"

Li Lin's eyes widened as he smashed Vortigern's neck with a punch, then used his other hand to knead Vortigern's body into a ball from bottom to top and stuff it into the dark green tabletop to prevent it from returning to mythology.

The disobedient god, who had been born less than ten minutes earlier, died tragically without even having a chance to say his last words.

This is probably the most tragic disobedient god.

The moment Li Lin stuffed the body parts of Vottigan into the dark green desktop, the data vision began to provide feedback.

[Fifth-Order Secret Transmission: Vortigern]

【Sexual Aspects: Blade, Winter】

[Rank: Remnant]

Vortigern is gone, but the dragon's body remains, and the memory of the island's creation still holds power. Now we invoke this memory. In the distant past, our ancestors learned this art, and whenever we speak of it, a particular wrath still resides in the veins of our descendants. It concerns betrayal and end.

You can infuse it into your own secret techniques, or you can exhaust all the hidden knowledge it contains.

Guinevere, who was not far away, finally realized that something was wrong—Merlin Ambrose was a despicable flower magician. Although he personally did not like to chant incantations, he gave people a light and airy feeling when he swung his sword or used magic.