Chapter 587

However, this near-collision nearly resulted in the ship's destruction and the loss of life.

The problem must be resolved within forty days, or we will be unable to leave the Lostbelt!

The nameless man frowned deeply as he stated a terrifying truth. "The Lostbelt Britain has no Human History. This means it's impossible to summon Heroic Spirit!"

Previously, in the Qin Lostbelt, it was possible to summon Heroic Spirit even if they didn't need to exist.

This Lostbelt is made up of fairies, and there is no human civilization or history there!

Heroic Spirit are born from Human History.

Since Human History no longer exists, it's impossible to summon any Heroic Spirit.

Even the Heroic Spirit who followed them were unable to move freely within the Lostbelt.

Only Nameless, the only human Master, is allowed to enter the Lostbelt.

And Mashu, who is half-human and half- Heroic Spirit, and Da Vinci, who has an artificial Spirit Origin.

However, Da Vinci was still limited and unable to unleash his full potential.

In this situation, it would be most appropriate for three people to go.

The nameless man looked at the Little Shield Girl and said, "Mashu, you can stay..."

"No, Senpai, I'm going! Even if it means going to hell, I'll stay by your side!" Mashu interrupted without hesitation.

She knew the other person felt sorry for her and wanted her to stay.

The problem is...

She's a shield warrior, how could she possibly stay safely in the back?

If anything were to happen to her senior, she would never be able to forgive herself.

Sion looked at her with amusement. "Wow, Mashu actually confessed?"

"In any case, my senior absolutely cannot abandon me!"

Mashu blushed, but her eyes remained fixed on the other person.

They looked as if they were afraid the other person would secretly leave alone.

"Then, I look forward to your continued support," Wuming said with a slight smile.

"Um!"

Mashu nodded vigorously, her little face flushed.

The nameless man warned, "You've accepted Galahad's legacy from the Knight of the Round Table. Something unusual might happen; they might mistake you for Galahad. Please be careful."

"Eh, you're mistaking me for Galahad? Okay, I'll remember that." Mashu was slightly surprised.

But considering this is the Lostbelt Britain, it is indeed highly possible.

The three quickly set off and landed on the Lostbelt continent in the Britain.

Fou did not follow.

He had clearly smelled Merlin's scent and was alone in the nameless room, feeling sullen.

The three nameless individuals had just arrived when they saw a familiar, handsome red-haired man.

It is Tristan, the Child of Sorrow!

At this time,

This Knight of the Round Table is playing his harp alone.

A song that breaks my heart, where in this world can I find a kindred spirit?

It appeared exceptionally desolate and lonely.

Mashu stared at the other person with extreme vigilance. "How were you able to descend?"

The Lostbelt Britain, but since there is no human history there, it is impossible for Heroic Spirit to descend.

But now.

This is none other than a familiar Pan-Human History Heroic Spirit!

In the previous Sixth Singularity, the Sacred Round Table Domain, the two sides were mortal enemies, so naturally they had to be on guard.

"Ah, how sad I am, I was summoned here by this land." Tristan looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, his voice filled with sorrow.

The nameless man tugged at the Little Shield Girl and said, "This is your homeland, so it's only natural that you're here. Would you like to join forces with me?"

The heroic Heroic Spirit of Pan-Human History are not absolutely unable to descend.

However, the required conditions are extremely stringent; there must be no Lostbelt.

Otherwise, Nameless would have already asked [Alaya] to summon the entire Knights of the Round Table.

"Of course, Master. My Demon String are willing to play for you." Tristan readily agreed.

Lostbelt threaten the safety of Pan-Human History, so it's natural to join forces in combat.

Then.

Tristan said with extreme confidence, "This is my hometown, so let me show you the way."

One minute.

Ten minutes.

One hour later.

The group remained stuck in the same spot, unable to leave.

The surrounding white fog was increasing.

Da Vinci, barely containing his rage, said, "So you really are lost, aren't you?"

"No, I didn't! I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!"

Under the increasingly dangerous gazes of the crowd, Tristan hurriedly explained, "There seems to be some kind of Magecraft circle around us; even the Demon String Road Sign I left behind has been destroyed!"

"What's even more terrifying is that once we enter the mist's range, my hand holding the Demon String will involuntarily let go."

"It's as if I've forgotten the thoughts I had just had a minute ago!"

This fog is poisonous!

A terrifying influence that even Heroic Spirit cannot resist.

Even more tragically...

A horde of slime-like purple monsters were launching a frenzied attack, giving them no time to detoxify.

The white fog grew thicker and thicker, completely enveloping everyone.

Under this fog.

Tristan stood there, stunned, completely forgetting his past.

Mashu stared blankly at the shield in her hand.

When his eyes looked at Wuming, there was no longer any love in them; instead, it was as if he were looking at a stranger!

Thump~ Thump~

Tristan, Mashu, and the others collapsed to the ground, falling unconscious.

The terrifying toxic fog sent chills down the spines of all the viewers instantly.

[Damn, that's terrifying. Could Chaldea have been completely wiped out?]

[Holy crap, what the hell is this thing? Even Heroic Spirit are completely defenseless against it!]

[This is terrifying! We haven't even found the King of the Lostbelt! Have they all lost their memories?]

[Good heavens, no wonder the Sixth Lostbelt could destroy Earth; it completely wiped out Chaldea as soon as it opened!]

[This is terrifying! If the Greek Lostbelt is nightmare difficulty, then the Lostbelt Britain is hell difficulty!]

In Fuyuki Grand Hotel.

Mordred said with a look of disdain, "Tristan still gets lost all the time. He gets lost even in his own hometown, and he still has this weird confidence about him."

Getting lost is one thing, but who gave you the audacity to lead the way?

"The white mist seems to cause memory loss, it's not just about getting lost," Gawain replied casually.

If you want to make fun of someone, you have to find the right place.

However, after seeing Tristan appear, Gawain could finally relax.

Even the Child of Sorrow, who was once utterly defeated by the Nameless One, has become his teammate.

When he makes his appearance, he will definitely become Wuming's teammate and carry on the title of Knight of the Sun.

This has attracted countless fans all over the world.

He will reach the pinnacle of being a Heroic Spirit with countless fans and an ever-growing Spirit Origin!

The thought alone made Gawain a little excited.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

I, Gawain, the Knight of the Sun, will surely be invincible!

Chapter 266 The Fairy of Paradise, Artoria Caster

The Lostbelt Britain.

This was naturally the stage for the Knight of the Round Table to make their mark.

Artoria frowned as she watched the video. "Is this the timeline where the Royal Sister is elected Queen? I wonder how well Royal Sister's doing."

Morgan le Fay was her sister, and like her, a daughter of King Uther.

She is also the mother of Mordred, Gawain, Agravain, and other members of the Knights of the Round Table.

Vortigern, the King of Lowly had defeated King Uther.

King Uther, seeking revenge, joined forces with Merlin to create the Red Dragon of Britain of Britain in order to defeat Vortigern.

However.

Morgan, the Royal Sister of King Uther who was abandoned, inherited a supernatural power that would otherwise have been severed, and made the entire island of Britain her own.

By doing so, he could become the [Lord of the Island], thus far surpassing Artoria in status!

In this situation, however, the throne did not fall into his hands.

To completely transform her into Bewitching Demoness whose life is dedicated solely to revenge.

She dispatched Gawain, Mordred, and others in succession, intending to completely overthrow her rule.

Artoria guessed.

The creation of the Lostbelt Britain should be attributed to Morgan's successful elimination of her, thereby opening up an alternative Timeline.

Even today.

Artoria has protected Britain for far too long, and has long since lost much of her attachment to the throne and responsibilities.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to pass the throne to Mordred in the first place.

She was even more eager to see just how far her dear sister could go.

"My dearest Royal Sister, if you want to wear the crown, you must first bear its weight!"

Artoria's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

She had once been a doting older sister to her.

Kai described her as "pure as an elf, and powerful and beautiful as a war goddess."

However, tempted by the throne, she embarked on the path of a terrifying witch.

What exactly happened in between?

Mordred clicked his tongue slightly. "This Lostbelt seems to be getting more and more terrifying. Are we Britain that strong?"