Infinite Tsukuyomi?

Looking at Goetia before him, Ozymandias widened his eyes, about to detonate everything, but the next moment he found that his Noble Phantasm could not be activated. Countless fleshy tentacles had already spread throughout the entire Grand Temple, forcibly interrupting the final explosion. At this moment, the Grand Temple had already left the bright sky and was in a vast, empty, dark void.

"What is the Sun King doing? Why doesn't he act immediately?" Nitocris, her face full of doubt.

"He can't do anything; the Great Temple of Radiance has been controlled by another temple Noble Phantasm." Anubis frowned.

And at this time—

A piercing explosion, along with light and heat, erupted suddenly in the mirror in Nitocris's hand.

The moment the sound appeared, the pitch-black mirror Noble Phantasm shattered instantly.

"My mirror!" Nitocris cried out.

Anubis looked into the distance and sighed helplessly.

"He's done his best, that's all. It's all up to fate... Hopefully, that Grand Servant can do something."

The Holy City of Camelot.

The Lion King looked at the Child of God who had finally arrived here after passing through countless gates and breaking through all his barriers, and then withdrew his gaze.

"You've come..."

"Okay, I'll beat you."

In the desolate desert, yellow sand swirled and flew everywhere.

Goetia walked here unharmed, but this time he was followed by seventy-two different figures, and he held tightly in his hand the Holy Grail that he had just retrieved from Ozymandias.

As for the Grand Temple that radiated golden light, it had now been completely reduced to fragments, along with the Pharaoh.

In the distance, King Hassan stood at the edge of the desert, gazing in the direction where the sun had set, then looking at the ferocious beast walking through the desert, for a long, long time...

Then, he turned around and slowly walked away.

The dark figure gradually faded into the distance, becoming increasingly faint.

At last...

It has completely disappeared.

"Um?"

In the desert, Goetia glanced in the direction King Hassan had left, as if sensing something, but there was nothing there.

"What's wrong, Goetia?"

"It's nothing. Let's go to Camelot together to find the king's whereabouts."

He shook his head, raised the Holy Grail, and said this.

Chapter 219 Infinite Tsukuyomi?

A blinding light met the light at the end of my pupils, revealing a pure white, flawless world—

Indeed, as far as the eye can see, it is all pure white.

The sky and the earth intersect and connect into one, with no horizon in sight, and nothing to serve as a reference point. The sky is white, the earth is white, and everything in sight is a terrifyingly empty white.

Then, as if painted with colors, this blank canvas was transformed into a new world.

Before the throne at the top of the palace, everyone finally saw the Lion King, the Goddess of Storm Hunt. The activation of the [Tower of the End] behind her was imminent, so there was no time for them to engage in any verbal sparring.

Especially after hearing the mournful cry of the Sand Sphinx, Rovey knew that Rameses II had failed, and he had no time to hesitate any longer.

"You are the only witnesses to the Tower of the End, and your courage and glory deserve praise. Now—let your souls be gathered into that tower at the end, and step with me into the end of the world."

The Lion King, speaking calmly to the assembled crowd, remained devoid of emotion. His empty, tranquil pupils reflected only the endless storm, revealing no other thoughts whatsoever.

"You bastard—!"

Artoria had just drawn her Holy Lance and charged ruthlessly at her completely bewitched self in front of her. However, as expected, the Lion King, whose power was comparable to her own divine realm within the tower, had already made his move first.

Before Rovey and the others could even react, the Tower of the End - Ideal Land above their heads suddenly erupted with an extremely intense light, and a torrent of white light immediately engulfed the three people who had entered it.

In the next breath, Artoria felt a dizzying sensation all over her body.

Then the whole world around us changed.

The white canvas was recolored by special energy, and all things and phenomena were recreated and condensed before our eyes.

"Here it is...?"

Artoria, wielding the pure white Holy Lance, stumbled. In that instant, the enemies and storm in front of her vanished completely. She stood still, gazing at the increasingly familiar scenery around her, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly.

In the distance, a sea of flowers stretched out before her. She stood on the edge of a lake, and then several pale pink butterflies fluttered by, scattering a few shimmering powders before her eyes, like twinkling starlight.

"Where, where is this..."

As she looked at the increasingly familiar scene before her, Artoria seemed to suddenly remember something, and her slender body trembled slightly.

Then, she hurriedly ran towards the west side of the lake, seemingly wanting to confirm something.

She remembered the scene here very clearly. This was her home, her palace, and the place where she would come for a walk when she had troubles in Camelot. It was her own little world. And sometimes, she would even sneak here to catch a few fish to grill and eat because she was tired of Gawain's mashed potatoes.

Even Guinevere and the other Knights of the Round Table did not know about this place.

But--

Why did we come back here?

With growing doubts, Artoria ran hurriedly, and as she ran, the distant buildings gradually became clearer and closer.

Finally, she stopped in front of a white corridor.

Artoria was completely stunned.

From a distance, the courtyard where the long corridor is located has a white corridor and marble steps that look as if they were carved by elves. It looks extremely perfect, as if it were created by nature.

At that moment, several fairies were playing and frolicking among them, and then they ran towards this side.

She would never mistake this long corridor for the palace in the distance, even after a thousand years.

That's her own bedroom...? No, it should be called Guinevere's bedroom.

"Hey, isn't this Lily? You're back!"

"It's so good to see you! Any new stories today?"

When the fairies saw Artoria wearing a long dress, they all gathered around to greet her.

"It's so boring at the palace. Even though Merlin put us in charge of recording things, we still sneaked out today, hehe~"

Yes.

There can be no mistake.

She could never forget this place...

Camelot's palace.

The place where she lived for decades.

A place that holds countless hopes and beautiful memories for her.

What I see before me is how it looked before the war; everything is exactly as it was originally.

Looking at the pool of water in front of her, for some reason, Artoria touched her cheek.

It has a tactile feel, but—

She pinched her cheek.

'It hurts!'

Is this really true?

"What's wrong, Lily? Did someone upset you?"

"It must be that idiot Merlin again. Who else in Camelot would upset Lily except him?"

"It's nothing, just... a sudden feeling of nostalgia and sadness..."

Artoria shook her head, then her face lit up with that bright smile again.

"I'm so glad you're all alright... my friends."

Her slight smile, a smile as bright as a spring breeze and as radiant as the sunlight, left the fairies speechless. Then, the fairies gathered around her and danced a joyful dance.

Everything is just like it was in the beginning...

This peace and beauty is unique to Britannia.

How blissful.

But, but...

If I come back myself.

So, are they still there? Are all the people I remember still here?

Artoria, trailing her long white dress, ran nervously toward the direction she remembered.

Memories have faded into the distance, and have long since become blurred and indistinct.

But this was a path she had walked countless times before, and she was certain she wouldn't go astray. Guided by her intuition, she walked through the white corridor, past the palace maids and knights who bowed to her, and ran straight into the largest palace.

The number of illusory figures in front of me gradually increased, and in the distance, there seemed to be even more people there.

Artoria's footsteps drew closer, and she saw the pristine white building from her memories.

Is it the way I remember it?

It seems so, but there seems to be a difference; she can no longer remember the specific scene.

However, the path is right.

That's probably right... right?

Artoria nervously pushed open the huge door from the outside, and the guards beside her nodded and saluted.

She pushed open the door and said hesitantly, "Are you all... still here?"

The spacious hall was filled with the figures of many Daoist priests.

The leader was a man who was sitting on the throne above, flipping through the memorials in his hands. Beside him was a girl who looked very much like him, who was helping the man flip through the memorials with a troubled expression. Although she was scratching her head and looking very uncomfortable, she was still trying her best to persevere. As for Merlin on the other side, he looked at Mordred, who was studying hard, with a happy, or rather, a mocking and irritating expression on his face.

"Don't be silly, Mordred."

Mordred, teased by Merlin, wanted to pounce on him and beat him up, but her head was immediately pressed down gently by the hand of the man on the throne.

"Oh, Father..."

Mordred, who had been stopped, let out a cute sound.

The man said gently, "Mordred, didn't you say you wanted to be the next King of Britannia? If so, you'd better study hard."

"But isn't being a king just about being good at fighting? How am I supposed to handle all these memorials?"

Mordred said, looking aggrieved.

"You're mistaken, Mordred. Becoming a king isn't just about having great military strength; it's more about how to bring stability to the country and ensure that those who trust you live well. So, you still have a lot to learn."

The man spoke gently, while simultaneously slipping another memorial into Mordred's hand as homework.

"Ugh... I understand."

Mordred lowered his head.

Her image of a fearless little lion yielding immediately drew laughter from the Knights of the Round Table below, especially Merlin, who laughed the loudest.

"Stop fooling around, go and work overtime."

Then the man kicked Merlin, who was smirking to the side, and then turned to look at Artoria, who was standing at the door, along with Mordred and many knights in the palace.

Upon seeing the person approaching, Mordred paused for a moment, then smiled happily and said, "Mother, you've arrived!"

"Your Majesty, what brings you here?"

Agravaine, who was usually very serious, was somewhat surprised.