The Silver-Armed Knight

But ironically, Mephistopheles actually accomplished what could only be described as wishful thinking.

"Whether it's Certain Death or eternal life, as long as you haven't crossed the Abyss, you haven't truly escaped true death. As for me, I've done quite a bit of research on this kind of thing," Mephistopheles chuckled, offering a casual explanation.

However, he could also see that Ramses II had not understood what he was saying at all. Not only Ramses II, but Nitocris also did not understand what Mephistopheles was saying.

This knowledge is too specialized; it's perfectly normal not to understand anything if you haven't had the necessary training.

Mephistopheles then added, "And this doesn't really count as rewriting the Root. I'm not that powerful. I merely interfered with and rewrote the concept of Certain Death that resides within you, which stems from the Root. You can think of it as the intervention of a god of healing and immortality, delivering a dimensional reduction attack on the concept of Certain Death."

His explanation wasn't much better than the previous one, but at least this time Ramses II and Nitocris felt they understood something. It relied on the power of the opposing gods to intervene and thus strip away the concept of Certain Death.

This is indeed easier to accept than the initial feeling that the Root had been rewritten.

However, this also illustrates something else.

"Although you haven't become a god, your power has indeed reached the level of a chief god, which is truly surprising." Ramses II smiled. "With you in Chaldea, the future of humanity doesn't need to be worried too much."

Mephistopheles smiled upon hearing this. For him, these were not important matters, nor were they important to the two Egypt followers. The important matters were elsewhere.

"I am very happy, Mephistopheles, that you have healed my injuries. I am naturally aware of the reason why Chaldea came here. I can cooperate with you and help you deal with those who are hindering the restoration of the world when you need me."

Even knowing that Mephistopheles's power rivals that of the gods, different gods have different domains and different powers. Mephistopheles's power is in the realm of healing, so as the Sun King Ramses II, he believed he had enough power to help him in terms of attack and destruction.

Mephistopheles bowed slightly, his hand lightly touching his chest. "Thank you. I believe that with the power of the Pharaoh residing in the Sun Temple, those enemies blocking our path will surely pay a heavy price!"

After exchanging words with the crowd for a while, Ramses II, the Sun King, pointed eastward and said:

"After you leave here, head east for about a hundred kilometers, and you will be able to leave Egypt territory. Continue onward, and you will arrive at the territory of your most formidable adversary, the Lion King. Her power is not human, nor even that of Heroic Spirit. After you witness her power, you may realize just how serious the crisis in this world truly is."

"The Lion King? I heard that the Knights of the Round Table appeared there. The Lion King should be King Arthur of Britain. If we could defeat him directly..." Mephistopheles looked at Ramses II and voiced his thoughts, "Could you hand over the Holy Grail to us now?"

Ramses II looked at Mephistopheles with surprise. "Are you absolutely certain you can defeat the Lion King?"

He could see that Mephistopheles's face was full of confidence. Although he asked a question, his tone of certainty was as if he were saying, "I'm going to go and kill the Lion King right now. Don't waste your time, just give me the Holy Grail."

Ramses II said, "You have walked through the Age of Gods and witnessed the power of the gods. If I were to tell you that the Lion King is a reincarnated god, would you still have such a plan?"

"A reincarnated god?!" Ritsuka Fujimaru looked surprised. She never expected that this crisis would involve a god, and it seemed that the god was not a deity who had lowered his status, but a true god.

Nitocris nodded slightly. "That's right, the Lion King is the power of the gods, the foundation of the gods. If you are careless, you will be the ones to fail!"

Upon hearing this, Mephistopheles smiled and asked, "And what about Typhon?"

Ramses II was taken aback, then smiled. With a flick of his hand, a golden light appeared from his hand and landed in front of Mephistopheles —it was the Holy Grail!

Seeing Mephistopheles smile as he put away the Holy Grail, Ramses II, "It seems you don't need my help. You came here simply to take the Holy Grail, didn't you?"

Mephistopheles nodded obediently. "That's right, so Sun King, if you're bored, you can come and watch the show. You might just see a good show, the last thing you'll see in this world."

Ramses II burst into laughter, a truly delightful laugh. Even though Mephistopheles's words were incredibly arrogant, he saw no problem with them, for Mephistopheles was powerful enough to be so arrogant.

Typhon, an opponent that even Zeus had to resort to tricks to defeat, now seems to be facing a different situation. Judging from Mephistopheles's attitude, it's clear that Mephistopheles was the main force when Typhon was defeated. So, he doesn't see any problem in sending someone of Mephistopheles's strength to deal with the Lion King.

However, the Sun King still cautioned, "Be careful of her weapon. It is Holy Lance that pins down the laws of the world; it is a sacred artifact. If I were to fight her, I might have to rely on the Sun Temple as a foundation to contend with her."

"The Holy Lance that pins down the laws of the world?" Mephistopheles was slightly taken aback, suddenly recalling some rumors he had seen in his previous life.

If I remember correctly, they said the physical laws of the Type-Moon World were pinned to Earth by the Holy Lance —well, maybe even the solar system... In other words, one of those Holy Lance was taken by King Arthur, and it was because of this lance that King Arthur ascended to godhood?

The Holy Selection... a weapon that selects the survivors for sacrifice... a weapon capable of binding the laws of the world. So, does Artoria intend to use the power of the Holy Lance to preserve the chosen ones as a kind of gene pool, allowing humanity to continue amidst disaster?

"I understand. Thank you for the information, Pharaoh." Mephistopheles thanked Ramses II before leaving with the others.

Watching the departing crowd, Nitocris looked at Ramses II and asked, "Are you sure you trust them?"

"It's not so much that I'm relieved about them, but rather that I'm relieved about Mephistopheles himself. Someone who could do so much in the Age of Gods, and now that it's confirmed he was the one who killed Typhon, and judging from his appearance, Artemis probably didn't exert much of her power. This kind of human has already changed the perception of humans and gods."

Nitocris nodded gently. "The power gap between humans and gods has been the Infinite narrowed. As the first human to truly step into the realm of gods in a human body, he always maintained his human form. Perhaps in the future, more and more beings similar to him will appear among humans. Perhaps the only constant between humans and gods is their relationship of faith."

"And I know all too well that the Lion King's actions were actually driven by instinct. Only by protecting humanity could she, as a god, survive. This instinctive protection was full of calculation and weighing of gains and losses, with everything done in the name of the optimal solution."

Nitocris smiled but said nothing. She also looked into the distance, even though she could see nothing anymore. After a while, she said, "Actually, I really want to compete with Medea."

"A contest with the Greece witches?" Ramses II asked, a look of interest on his face. "Perhaps there will be an opportunity in the future."

"Hmm, the future, I suppose. As for the Medea of today, I'm not qualified to compete with her..." Nitocris recalled the power she felt from Medea, "I was just an avatar, but she felt like the real Medea had descended upon us."

"That's the true form, a surprising discovery. Perhaps Mephistopheles found a way to directly pull down the Servant's true form." Ramses II's words showed no surprise. "He can easily deal with the concept of Certain Death and fight against the Root itself, so summoning the Heroic Spirit's true form isn't so surprising."

After he finished speaking, he smiled slightly at Nitocris, a look of eager anticipation on his face. "So, want to go see a good show? See how Mephistopheles fights the Lion King?"

Nitocris's eyes lit up with excitement, and she nodded without hesitation, "Okay!"

Walking across the desert is naturally a troublesome task, but for Mephistopheles and his companions, it wasn't too difficult; they could simply use True Magic incantations to alter the ground beneath their feet.

With each step, the originally soft sand gathers, solidifies, and transforms into a firm ground.

However, even if the journey itself wasn't that difficult, walking such a long distance was still a frustrating experience, especially during the frequent sandstorms.

"Actually, I can summon Dragon Tooth Soldiers, the flying kind," Medea said at this moment. "There are quite a few corpses nearby, or if all else fails, Mephistopheles, you can summon spirits, right?"

"Actually, by using Raphael's power, we can move forward more easily," Mephistopheles said, as Raphael's power spread out, enveloping everyone.

The guardians of travelers protect the travelers in the desert at this moment, separating the wind around them, making the path under their feet easier, and making their journey less tiring.

While casting True Magic, Mephistopheles said, "And for traveling, I think it could be used as training. We could strengthen ourselves with spells and then run at supersonic speeds, which would be amazing."

Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others looked helpless upon hearing this. Sure enough, Mephistopheles was preoccupied with how to train everyone!

Medea laughed out loud, "Just let everyone rest."

Seeing this, Mephistopheles could only nod. "Alright, let's try this then."

As he spoke, he immediately took out some paper and began drawing something on it. After he finished drawing, he started folding the paper, and soon the papers floated up, combined with each other, and actually turned into a boat!

Moreover, this is a boat that is over ten meters long!

In this desert, this ship is like an ark!

Chapter 206 The Knight with the Silver Arm

The wooden boats moved across the desert at an extraordinary speed, as if on water. At this moment, the raging wind was guided by a special force, transforming into the power that propelled the wooden boats, giving them a continuous thrust.

Meanwhile, Mephistopheles and the other crew members were sheltering inside the cabin to avoid the sandstorm outside.

"I have a feeling that a giant ancient dragon might crawl out from under the sand and charge at the wooden ship any minute now," Ritsuka Fujimaru said, looking out through a window on the side of the ship.

Almost everyone present looked puzzled by Ritsuka Fujimaru's words, except for Mephistopheles nodded. "You know, it really feels like that. An ancient dragon bursts out from under the sand, and then we have to rush up with weapons and fight it hand-to-hand."

Ritsuka Fujimaru glanced at Mephistopheles with some surprise and exclaimed, "You play too!"

Mephistopheles immediately nodded. "Of course, I'm a loyal fan!"

Seeing this, the others could only wait silently for the two to finish their conversation so they could offer some explanation.

Ritsuka Fujimaru said to Mash Kyrielight, "Mash Kyrielight, it's a game, a monster-hunting game called <Monster Hunter>. In this game, there are wooden boats that travel across the desert, and monsters that swim in the desert. If you want to play it, I can give you one when the world recovers."

Mash Kyrielight looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru excitedly, her eyes filled with joy. "Really? Senpai!"

"Of course! We agreed that once the world recovers, I'll buy you a game console and give you a Monster Hunter card!"

Seeing Mephistopheles, Morpheus silently put the game console he was about to take out back. He had quite a few limited editions, and giving one to Mash Kyrielight would be no problem at all.

But if he were to bring it up now, he would be seen as someone who lacks romantic understanding.

It's obvious that Mash Kyrielight wanted the gift from Ritsuka Fujimaru, even if it was just a regular game console, it would be better than the limited edition he offered.

If his limited edition gift thwarted Ritsuka Fujimaru's plan to give away the game console, then he would be a sinner in Mash Kyrielight's eyes.

He wouldn't do something so disappointing!

Just then, Mephistopheles suddenly stepped out of the cabin and looked outside. Not far away, there was a figure, a man who looked quite handsome. However, the most unusual thing about this man was his right arm, which was clearly not the original but a prosthetic.

"He's human, not Heroic Spirit..." Mephistopheles sensed it briefly, a look of surprise on his face. He then jumped off the ship and stood before the man. "Who are you?"

"I'm just a passerby, don't worry about me," the man said with a smile, but something was hidden in that smile.

Mephistopheles looked at the man's arm and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Your arm, Argetlam?"

The man's expression changed, and then he said, "My name is Lucius."

Mephistopheles shook his head and said, "No, you are not Lucius."

Stardust light had appeared in his hands, the power of the stars. Under this power, Mephistopheles silently looked at his opponent. "You lied just now. You can't fool me."

"This is?"

"Astrology? I'm not good at astrology, but I can still confirm whether you're lying or not," Mephistopheles said. At this moment, several other people appeared behind him; they were Medea and the others who had come ashore to check on the situation.

"This arm, isn't Argetlam?" Medea asked, though her tone clearly indicated she was certain of the arm's identity.

As a witch with vast knowledge, she knows a great deal, not to mention that with her height and her contact with the Root, many secrets are exposed before her.

The man hesitated, unsure how to answer. Mephistopheles suddenly said, "I have a question for you: are you one of King Arthur's men?"

The man who called himself Lucius hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Mephistopheles could tell that the other party was not lying.

Then he asked again, "Are you going to the Holy City to help King Arthur with his plans?"

Lucius shook his head without hesitation. "I just wanted to help her."

No lies!

There are many ways to help someone. Letting someone who is suffering die and be freed from this world is also a form of help. Therefore, Lucius's words did not make Mephistopheles nervous. He simply nodded slightly. "Alright, I understand. If you don't want to say it, then you don't have to. I see you're going to the Holy City, right? Do you want to come along?"

"I..."

"There's no need to refuse, sir. Accepting help when necessary is a virtue. Besides, if you insist on going alone, we might already have dealt with King Arthur by the time you get there, and you might not even get to see her one last time."

Mephistopheles's words sounded somewhat like a threat, but Lucius nodded after a moment of silence. He wasn't angry; he simply said, "Thank you for your trouble."

Ritsuka Fujimaru watched this scene from the side and whispered to Mash Kyrielight, "This person has such a good temper; he didn't even get angry."

Lucius smiled at Ritsuka Fujimaru and said in a low voice, "Because this is the same as my goal. Who are you?"

"We come from the future to correct the problems here and put history back on track," Mephistopheles casually explained. "The current King Arthur is very abnormal. If you know any secrets, you can tell us, and we can also tell you what we know now."

"How much... do you know?"

"King Arthur is no longer King Arthur. She can now be called God. And what caused her to become like this is most likely the corruption of her by the divinity of the Holy Lance Holy Lance," Mephistopheles said.

These conclusions were drawn from the intelligence provided by Ramses II, and Mephistopheles was quite confident in them, not believing that his deductions were wrong.

Even if there are some problems, they're at most a slight deviation.

"It was my fault..." Lucius lowered his head. "The queen is immortal. If you want the queen to return to death, then you must return her sword to where it was."

Mephistopheles asked, "The Sword of the Lake?"

Lucius paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes... I was originally ordered to throw the sword back into the lake, but I didn't, so the Queen left. She has been wandering in this world ever since, still alive, and I have been searching for her. I want to set her free; this is my mission..."

As he spoke, he looked at his right arm, a silver arm that was clearly made of a special metal.

"This arm... although it's called Argetlam, as for the material, could it be the Sword of the Lake?"

Lucius was genuinely surprised this time. He stared at Mephistopheles in shock, completely unprepared for how easily this man could have discerned so much.

"From what you've said, I can roughly guess your identity. You don't have to admit it, since you don't want to say, but I can tell you my guess." Mephistopheles looked at the other person and laughed, "You're not Lucius, you're Bedivere!"

The moment Bedivere heard his real name revealed, he instinctively took a half-step back. His silver prosthetic limb reflected the shimmering starlight under the blazing sun, as if echoing the stardust flowing from Mephistopheles's fingertips.

"How could you..." The knight's Adam's apple bobbed, sand swirling in the wind and lashing his pale cheeks, "That you've kept this identity hidden for so many years..."

Medea's purple robes fluttered in the wind and sand as she raised her hand, which was entwined with Magecraft runes. "The blessing of the lake fairy is lamenting. The sin of forging the holy sword into a prosthetic limb has made the once clear magic as heavy as rusted chains. This too will be a curse, a curse that will lead the king to death."

Mash Kyrielight suddenly clutched her chest, feeling the warmth emanating from her shield. Ritsuka Fujimaru immediately supported her junior's shoulder, only to find the girl staring blankly at Bedivere's silver arm. "Senpai, the shield is getting hot... as if she's suddenly discovered something..."

"You two are indeed related. The Servant you possess is actually one of the Knights of the Round Table," Mephistopheles said, looking at Bedivere. "You should have noticed that by now, right?"

The legendary knight who bid farewell to King Arthur, Bedivere, revealed his identity to Mephistopheles when he mentioned that he had failed to throw the sword back into the lake.

With his identity revealed, Bedivere nodded slightly. "Yes, I knew it at first glance."

After boarding the ship, the group resumed their journey to the Holy City, while Mephistopheles remained silent, pondering Bedivere's words.

"So, it was actually the immortality caused by the Holy Sword that made it difficult for Arthur to leave this world, and combined with the power of the Holy Lance, it allowed her to finally cross the gap between humans and gods over a long period of time?" Medea said from the side.

Mephistopheles nodded slightly, acknowledging Medea's guess. "That's the only possibility. The two weapons empowered King Arthur, making King Arthur transcend the mortal realm. However, her own bloodline must have played a role, but unfortunately, the price was the loss of her humanity."

"You seem to want to say something else?" Medea asked.

Mephistopheles sighed, "It's not just that she's lost her humanity; in fact, her current divinity is more mechanical than divine, hardly divine at all."