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

How could Merlin possibly summon such a large mech to smash enemies to death with his fists? That's completely out of character for him.

Seemingly noticing a slight change in Guinevere's gaze, Li Lin revealed a wicked grin typical of villains.

"Once I transform, I'll show you my giant bug."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Lin placed his hand on the dark green tabletop, picked up the two secret manuals, Vortigern and Oberon, and put them into the semi-transparent box that had opened at some point above the tabletop.

A bright flash of light passed by, and as Oberon's secret message vanished, Li Lin's pale face melted away in the hazy woodland illusion, revealing his original pale face.

Guinevere was instantly terrified: "You...you...you still say you're not Merlin!"

Li Lin did not answer her.

The woodland, which had just begun to dissipate, became lush again. The swaying branches cast shadowy shadows, and the muddy, slippery feeling from before reappeared in the air. The pale moon, like a human face, floated among the branches, and the moss on the tree roots and rocks resembled tangled black hair.

Besides these, there are other things, things that lie between life and death.

Their existence transforms illusions from illusions into real concepts.

Those were insects, all sorts of insects: beautiful butterflies, ugly wriggling caterpillars, soft-bodied worms slowly crawling while dragging slime, and millipedes scrambling with hundreds of segments...

Li Lin is now a living forest.

Pale, cold clouds swirled around him like a river without beginning or end. His original pure white cloak had turned into a pitch-black hue, and upon closer inspection, it was not made of silk but rather a strange structure resembling wings, making it seem as if he were wearing the darkness of night.

On that flowing, dark coat were king-like fur decorations that wrapped around Li Lin's neck and draped over his shoulders. However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the draped fur was actually a mass of constantly wriggling insects.

Li Lin stretched out his hand, and his palm also underwent a strange change. His originally slender fingers became sharp, like the claws of an insect.

The mist that had been used to conceal his face dissipated, revealing a face with an eerie smile.

This new face is less similar to Oberon and more similar to Li Lin himself in some ways.

Above the short gray hair, half of the imperial crown that once belonged to Oberon was now shrouded in shadow, yet it possessed an even more invisible majesty than before.

Li Lin took a step forward, his dark outer garment fluttering slightly, revealing a pure white shirt underneath, and his completely mutated lower limbs—a bizarre structure resembling dragon claws, seemingly writhing constantly, making onlookers want to gouge out their own eyes.

Just watching it gives me an uncontrollable feeling of sliding into the abyss.

[Sixth-Order Secret Transmission: Lie Like Vortigern]

[Sexual characteristics: Moth, Winter, Blade]

[Rank: Pseudo-canon]

Dragons exist in oblivion, maggots crawl along the traces of history, and even in the darkest, most blind corners of ignorance, something is gained: In the time before darkness fell, somewhere, a murder occurred. The barber's son testified that the murder did not take place. I assure you that the above is not true.

“Let me reintroduce myself.” Wearing a crown that resembled one dyed by a forest, Li Lin bowed slightly to the trembling Guinevere. “My name is Oberon…”

"Oberon Vortigern."

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The first, simple Oberon gave Li Lin the audacity to spout nonsense without being exposed, while the second, Oberon fused with Vortigern, completely blurred the lines between truth and falsehood.

There is no need to distinguish between truth and falsehood anymore, because every word Oberon Vortigern said can be established from various angles. This is the essence of what this secret teaching explains: "The barber's son testifies in court, and I guarantee that everything above is not true."

“So please tell me in detail.” Li Lin bowed to the trembling Guinevere and said, “Why did you mistake me for Merlin Ambrose—is it that you simply mistook me for someone else, or have I seen you at some point in time?”

Guinevere's behavior was very abnormal, but she was by no means crazy, so there must be a reason why she repeatedly mistook Li Lin for Merlin Ambrose.

If it's the former, it means Merlin Ambrose and Li Lin are so similar that Merlin, while imprisoned, attempted to tamper with Li Lin's body...

If it's the latter, then it means that Guinevere, like Raiden Shin, had seen Li Lin at some point in time.

Guinevere pursed her lips, her eyes sweeping fearfully over the crown atop Li Lin's head: "You, you are Merlin Ambrose, there's no doubt about it—but I've never seen you like this before!"

"is it?"

Li Lin reached up and wiped his face, removing the Naraku form and revealing his new form as the Deer King, with two antlers, a strong hawthorn blossom scent, and surrounded by a purple-gold twilight: "And now?"

“That’s exactly how it is,” Guinevere said with certainty. “From the moment you appeared and chose His Majesty until you destroyed Britain and wiped the City of Chalk from the ground, it has remained exactly the same.”

As she spoke, Guinevere's expression turned sorrowful again: "Whether it was Lord Lancelot, Lord Tristan, or even His Majesty himself, they all regarded you as a beacon illuminating the entire land of Britain. They trusted you so much, yet you sent them one by one to Hellfire, causing His Majesty and her children to kill each other in Camland, ultimately destroying the Britain we cherished!!!"

This is quite different from the legendary Merlin Ambrose; it certainly seems like something the Li Lin Society would do.

As the golden-purple twilight of the Deer King's appearance faded, Li Lin reappeared as Naraku, clad in a dark coat and wearing a tattered crown, and slapped Guinevere, who was struggling to get up, to the ground.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I find,” Li Lin suddenly said.

“You suddenly appeared and accused me of a crime that hasn’t even happened yet, and threatened to make me pay for it—” Li Lin said slowly, “But have you ever considered the possibility that it is precisely because of your unwarranted accusations that I hold a grudge and therefore want to go back and take revenge?”

"So you're the real culprit."

Li Lin's few words made Guinevere's face turn pale: "Since history is a river, you should know that to me, Merlin Ambrose's existence is just a lunchtime illusion, like the Earthly Empire that was born five minutes ago. So don't let any personal emotions get in the way of me, otherwise I can't guarantee what terrible changes will happen to your history."

Guinevere shook her head with a cold laugh: "Sure enough, only this domineering and insane demeanor hasn't changed at all... Since you want to know, then I'll tell you."

Her voice suddenly became strange and hoarse, like the cawing of a crow, or like sand being stirred up in a sun-baked desert. It was a language quite different from Old English, an ancient language called "Aramean".

Guinevere didn't know the meaning of these words; she had simply had them forcibly etched into her mind by Merlin and was merely repeating them verbatim.

Merlin Ambrose once told me: "There are very few truly immortal beings in the world. Most of them are just maggots crawling in their own time, unable to see the light in other directions. The truly immortal beings are always trying to explore in other directions. Since the sun was split apart by the furnace, all immortal beings have been trying to expand themselves."

"This is the second theorem in the three definitions of immortality."

There are three essential elements to becoming an immortal. The first is to make oneself "long" enough. Every immortal spares no effort to push their existence into antiquity. The more ancient an immortal is, the more weight they carry in struggles and judgments. At the same time, they do their best to conceal the true time of their ascension to immortality in order to prevent their opponents from finding it.

The older and longer-lived an individual is, the more composed they are when planning and making moves.

Li Lin's advantage lies in his possession of a secret history spanning five hundred years.

Now, the second law of the three essential elements for longevity has emerged, which is to make oneself "broad" enough.

Since the true, invincible sun was split apart by the White Forge, many golden truths of the past eras have been discarded one by one. The heliocentric theory and the geocentric theory have been swept into the dust. The true Philosopher's Stone can no longer be refined. Alchemists can only create a solvent called Azot at most... From the point of October 4, 1582, the immortals of the past can no longer reach the future, and the immortals of the future cannot break through this historical barrier.

Therefore, the immortals no longer simply push their existence back to ancient times, but expand their existence in many ways, becoming different selves in different histories.

Abraham Leigh is Merlin Ambrose, and also Oberon Vortigern; the more widespread his existence, the greater his size.

The wandering traveler in the constellation is known for the many masks he wears. His footprints are found across nine continents and seven historical periods, and his existence is like an ever-growing kaleidoscope.

Seeing Li Lin fall silent, Guinevere sneered again: "I thought you would react in some way. You're really annoying."

"I thought you'd take action instead of just talking," Li Lin retorted, looking at the teenage "princess" before him. "Is that all you have to offer?"

“Do you think I’d willingly be your mouthpiece?” Guinevere made no attempt to hide her disgust. “I wish I could strangle you right now… uh.”

She looked at the black claws piercing her chest, a cold sensation spreading from her chest, as if countless insects were being born and hatching from her chest cavity, quickly devouring and emptying her insides.

Guinevere raised her head blankly, the resentment and malice in her eyes quickly fading, leaving her face pale.

"you you."

Guinevere murmured, her lips moving, seemingly unable to believe that Li Lin would really kill her like that.

“I find it quite strange.” Li Lin twisted his wrist in surprise, stirring it against Guinevere’s chest, causing more blood to gush out. “You were provoking me from the start, threatening to teach me a lesson, and then you put on this act that you’d kill your whole family if I didn’t retaliate—”

"Do I look like the kind of villain who just cackles and tells you that fortunes change and you shouldn't underestimate a young girl's poverty?"

"Please, I'll just grind you to dust, then dig three feet into your house, smash the yolks off your eggs, and split the earthworms upright."

Li Lin shook his head, seemingly heartbroken by Guinevere's naiveté. Seeing her unwillingness to close her eyes, he softened slightly and decided to let her give up her obsession.

"Seeing how unwilling you are to die, I'll reluctantly tell you a secret," Li Lin said, leaning closer to Guinevere. "The King Arthur you've always wanted to resurrect is actually just a shadow of the Last King... The real Last King isn't Arthur, but a guy named Rama."

Guinevere stared intently at Li Lin's face, refusing to let go of her grief.

boo——

With lightning speed, Li Lin grabbed Guinevere's hair and pulled out her spine just as she was about to die.

"Haha, now I have a spine sword too!" Li Lin brandished the Guinevere spine sword, which shone brightly alongside the Lancelot spine sword in Melusin's hand. "A family should be together, right? Look how kind-hearted I am."

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"The Black Prince... escaped from Britain?"

As soon as Princess Alice got out of bed, she heard her maid excitedly reporting this rare good news to her.

"At this point, the Black Prince suddenly abandoned his plans and fled England. Has he lost his mind?" Princess Alice was completely baffled and could only attribute the cause to Alexander's sudden illness.

However, by doing so, the Black Prince has essentially ruined all his previous efforts—Princess Alice could use this time to calmly plan her next move, whether it's launching a counterattack against the Royal Factory or reconnecting with her trusted subordinates to gradually withdraw from Britain without any hindrance.

In other words, now is the best time to take action.

"Go and contact those magicians and knights who haven't been exposed yet, and then transfer all our assets and heritage in batches. Everyone should evacuate from London and head to the European continent." Princess Alice didn't hesitate. Although the Black Prince had seemingly escaped, it didn't mean he would never return. Staying here was just waiting to die.

“Yes.” The maid nodded.

“Wait, there’s one more thing.” Princess Alice grabbed the maid’s wrist, gesturing for her to wait a moment.

She recalled that she had previously summoned Vortigern, the white dragon of Britain, for the Fairy King; Vortigern's destructive power was nothing short of a mobile natural disaster.

In any case, London, which is so close by, will not be safe.

To be precise, Princess Alice wouldn't be surprised if she woke up from a pile of ruins.

It's more accurate to say that the calm and uneventful scene before us is what makes it all the more strange.

Princess Alice closed her eyes, then, following the connection of the stars, extended her spirit there and projected her astral body.

When she opened her eyes again in her astral form, she saw Li Lin and Meilushin fencing.