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But Morpheus happened to do this wishful thinking.

"Whether it's mortality or immortality, as long as one fails to cross the abyss, there's no real escape from true death. For me, I've done quite a bit of research on this kind of thing." Morpheus smiled and explained casually.

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

This knowledge is too professional. If you have not received corresponding training, it is normal not to understand anything.

Then, Morpheus continued, "And this isn't really a rewrite of the Source. I'm not that powerful. I'm simply interfering with the concept of mortality that extends from the Source and resides within you, rewriting it. You can think of it as the gods of healing and immortality taking action, striking a dimensionality-reducing blow to the concept of mortality."

His explanation was not much better than the previous one, but at least this time Ramses II and Nitocris felt that they understood some of it. It was relying on the power of the opposing gods to interfere and thus strip away the concept of mortality.

Listening to it this way is indeed easier to accept than the initial feeling that the root of the problem has been rewritten.

However, this also illustrates another thing.

"Although you haven't become a god yet, your power has indeed reached the level of a major god. It's truly surprising." Ramses II smiled. "With you in Chaldea, there's no need to worry too much about the future of mankind."

Morpheus smiled after hearing this. For him, these were not the important points. For the two Egyptian servants, they were not the important points either. The important points were other things.

"I'm very happy, Morpheus, that you actually healed my injuries. I naturally know why you, Chaldea, came here. I can cooperate with you and take action when you need me to help you deal with those who are obstructing the restoration of the world."

Even though he knew that Morpheus' power was comparable to that of gods, different gods had different fields and different powers. The power Morpheus displayed was in the field of healing, so in terms of attack and destruction, as the Sun King Ramses II, he also believed that he had enough power to help the other party.

Morpheus touched his chest and saluted. "Thank you very much. I believe that with the power of the Pharaoh, who sits in the Temple of the Sun, we will surely make those enemies who stand in our way pay a terrible price!"

After communicating with everyone for a while, Sun King Ramses II pointed to the east and said:

"After you leave here, head east for about a hundred kilometers and you'll be out of Egyptian territory. Continue forward and you'll reach the enemy you need to be most wary of: the Lion King's territory. That power isn't human, or even heroic. After witnessing her, you might understand the severity of this world's crisis."

"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 can defeat him directly..." Morpheus looked at Ramses II and expressed his thoughts, "Can you give us the Holy Grail now?"

Ramses II looked at Morpheus in surprise: "Are you absolutely sure you can defeat the Lion King?"

He could see that Morpheus's face was full of confidence. Although the words he spoke were inquiries, the affirmative tone was as if he was saying, "I'm going to kill the Lion King right now. Don't waste time and give me the Holy Grail."

Ramses II said, "You walked in the Age of Gods and have witnessed the power of the gods. If I told you that the Lion King is a reincarnated god, would you still plan this?"

"A reincarnated god?!" Ritsuka Fujimaru showed a look of surprise. She had never expected that this crisis would involve a being like a god. Moreover, it seemed that this being was not a being who lowered himself to come, but a real god.

Nitocris nodded gently. "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!"

After hearing this, Morpheus smiled and said, "How about Typhon?"

Ramses II was stunned for a moment, then he smiled. He waved his hand, and a golden light appeared from his hand and fell in front of Morpheus. It was the Holy Grail!

Seeing Morpheus put away the Holy Grail with a smile, Ramses II said, "It seems you don't need my help. You came here just to take the Holy Grail, right?"

Morpheus nodded honestly: "That's right. So, Sun King, if you are bored, you can come and watch a play. You might see a good show, which will be the last sight you see in this world."

Ramses II laughed out loud, his laughter was extremely happy. Even though Morpheus' words were so arrogant, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all, because Morpheus was strong enough and he was fully capable of being so arrogant.

Typhon, an opponent that even Zeus had to resort to tricks to defeat. Now looking at Morpheus's attitude, it is obvious that Morpheus was the main force when Typhon was killed. So he doesn't think there is any problem in letting Morpheus of this strength deal with the Lion King.

However, the Sun King still warned, "Be careful of her weapon. It's a holy spear that nails down the laws of the world. It's a sacred weapon. If I were to fight it, I might have to use the Sun Temple as a base to compete with it."

"The holy spear that nails the laws of the world?" Morpheus was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered some rumors he had seen in his previous life.

If I remember correctly, it was said that the physical laws of the Type-Moon world were nailed to the earth by the holy spear. Well, it might actually be the solar system... In other words, one of these holy spears has now been taken away by King Arthur, and because of this spear, King Arthur was promoted to a god?

The Holy Lance... chooses those who survive and sacrifices them... It's a weapon that can nail down the laws of the world. So, Artoria intends to rely on the power of the Holy Lance to preserve the chosen people as a kind of gene bank, allowing mankind to continue in the disaster?

"I understand. Thank you for the information, Pharaoh." Morpheus and Ramses II thanked him and then left with everyone.

Watching the people leaving, Nitocris looked at Ramses II and asked, "Are you confident in them?"

"Rather than trusting them, I'm more confident in Morpheus, a man who was able to accomplish so many things during the Age of Gods. Now it's confirmed that he was the one who killed Typhon. And judging by his appearance, Artemis probably didn't exert much power. This kind of human has already changed the relationship between humans and gods."

Nitocris nodded gently. "The gap in power between humans and gods has been infinitely narrowed. As the first human to truly enter the realm of gods in a human body, he always maintains his human form. Perhaps in the future, more and more beings like him will appear among humans. Perhaps the only unchanging bond between humans and gods is faith."

"I also know that the Lion King's actions are driven by instinct. Only by protecting humans can gods like her survive. This instinctive protection is filled with calculations and gains and losses, and everything is done for the best solution."

Nitocris smiled and said nothing. She also stared into the distance, even though she could no longer see anything. After a long while, she said, "Actually, I'd really like to compete with Medea."

"Compete with the Greek witch?" Ramses II showed an interested look. "Perhaps there will be a chance in the future."

"Well, let's talk about the future. I'm not worthy of competing with Medea right now..." Nitocris recalled the power she felt from Medea. "I'm just a clone, but she gives me the feeling of the real person descending."

"That's the true form. What a surprising discovery! Perhaps Morpheus has found a way to pull down the true form of the Servant." Ramses II said without surprise. "He can easily deal with the concept of mortality and fight against the Root itself, so summoning the true form of the Heroic Spirit is not so surprising."

He smiled at Nitocris, his face eager to try. "So, do you want to go and see the show? See how Morpheus fights the Lion King?"

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

……

Walking on the desert is naturally a very troublesome thing, but for Morpheus and others, it is not very difficult. They just need to rely on magic spells to change the ground structure under their feet.

With every step, the originally soft sand will gather, solidify, and turn into solid ground.

However, even if it is not that difficult to walk, walking such a long distance is still a frustrating thing, especially in the occasional sandstorms.

"Actually, I can summon dragon fang soldiers, the kind that can fly." Medea said at this time, "There are quite a lot of corpses nearby. Or if that doesn't work, Morpheus, you can also summon spirits, right?"

"In fact, with the help of Raphael's power, we can move forward more easily." Morpheus said, and the power belonging to Raphael spread out, enveloping everyone.

The guardian of the travelers is guarding the travelers in the desert at this moment, separating the wind around them, making the road under their feet easier and making it less tiring for them to walk.

While casting magic, Morpheus said, "And if we're traveling quickly, I think it could be used as training. Using magic to strengthen myself, and then running at the speed of sound, that would definitely be great."

After hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others showed helpless expressions. As expected, Morpheus's mind was full of thoughts about how to train everyone!

Medea laughed out loud when she heard this: "Just let everyone rest for a while."

Seeing this, Morpheus could only nod and say, "Okay, let's try this."

As he spoke, he immediately took out a piece of paper and began to draw something on it. After he finished drawing, he began to fold the paper. Soon, the papers floated up and combined with each other to form a boat!

Moreover, this is a ship that is more than ten meters long!

In this desert, this ship is like an ark!

Chapter 206: The Silver-Armed Knight

The wooden boat was moving across the desert at a speed far beyond common sense, as if it was on the water. The violent wind was guided by a special force at this moment and turned into the force that drove the wooden boat, giving it a constant source of thrust.

As crew members on this ship, Morpheus and others are now hiding in the cabin to avoid the sandstorm outside.

"I always have a feeling that a huge ancient dragon might emerge from under the sand and charge at the wooden boat." Fujimaru Ritsuka said, looking out through the window on the wall of the boat.

Almost everyone present looked puzzled by Fujimaru Ritsuka's words. Only Morpheus nodded. "Honestly, it really feels like an ancient dragon bursting out from under the sand, and we have to rush forward with weapons and engage in hand-to-hand combat."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Morpheus in surprise and said in astonishment: "You're playing too!"

Morpheus nodded immediately: "Of course, I'm a loyal fan!"

Seeing this, the people nearby could only wait silently for the two guys to finish their conversation and explain everything.

Fujimaru Ritsuka said to Mashu, "Mashu, it's a game. It's a monster hunting game called Monster Hunter. In this game, there are wooden boats sailing on the desert, and there are monsters swimming in the desert. If you want to play it, I can give you one when the world is restored."

Mashu looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka excitedly, her eyes full of joy: "Is it really possible? Senior!"

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

Seeing this, Morpheus silently put back the game console he had been planning to take out. He had quite a few limited editions, so it would be no problem to give one to Mashu.

But if he brings it out now, he would be considered an unromantic person.

It was obvious that Mashu wanted the gift that Ritsuka Fujimaru gave him. Even if it was just an ordinary game console, it was better than the limited edition he took out.

If the limited edition product he brought out stopped Fujimaru Ritsuka from giving him the game console, then he would be a sinner to Mashu.

He won't do such a boring thing!

At this moment, Morpheus suddenly walked out of the cabin and looked outside. There was a figure not far away. It was a man who looked very handsome. However, the most special thing about this man was his right arm. It was obviously not an original one, but a prosthetic one.

"It's a human, not a Heroic Spirit..." Morpheus sensed it for a moment, revealing a look of surprise. He then jumped off the boat and came to the man. "Who are you?"

"I'm just a passerby, don't pay attention to me." The man smiled, but there was something hidden in that smile.

Morpheus looked at the man's arm and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Your arm, Agtram?"

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

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

A stardust glow appeared on his hand. It was the power of the stars. Under this power, Morpheus looked at the other party silently: "You just lied, you can't fool me."

"This is?"

"Astrology. I'm not good at astrology, but it should be no problem to confirm whether you are lying or not." Morpheus said. At this time, several other people appeared behind him. They were Medea and others who came down from the boat to see the situation.

"This arm, is it Agtram?" Medea said. Although it was a question, judging from her tone, it was obvious that she had confirmed the identity of the arm.

As a witch with extensive experience, she knew a lot of things, not to mention her height and her contact with the root, many secrets could not escape her eyes.

The man hesitated, not knowing how to answer. Morpheus suddenly said, "Let me ask you a question. Are you King Arthur's man?"

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

Morpheus could see that the other party was not lying.

Then he continued, "Are you going to the Holy City to help the current King Arthur carry out her plan?"

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

No lie!

There are many ways to help someone. Letting a person who is originally in pain die and be freed from this world can also be considered as helping. Therefore, Lucius's words did not make Morpheus nervous. He just nodded lightly: "Okay, I understand. If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. I see that you are going to the Holy City? Do you want to come with us?"

"I……"

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

Morpheus' words sounded inexplicably like a threat, but Lucius nodded after a moment's silence. He wasn't angry at all, but simply said, "Thank you for your help."

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched this scene from the side and whispered to Mashu, "This person has a really good temper. He didn't even get angry."

Lucius smiled at Fujimaru Ritsuka and whispered, "Because this is the same as my goal, what about you?"

"We have come from the future to correct the problems here and put history back on track." Morpheus explained casually, "King Arthur is very abnormal now. If you know any secrets, you can tell us if you want to. 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 "Him," a god. The most likely reason she became like this is that the divinity of the Holy Lance eroded her and turned her into what she is now," said Morpheus.

These were all deduced based on the information provided by Ramses II. Morpheus was very confident about this and did not think that his inferences were wrong.

Even if there is any problem, it will only be a slight deviation at most.

"It's my fault..." Lucius lowered his head. "The king is immortal. If you want her to return to death, then her sword must be returned to where it came from."

Morpheus asked, "The sword in the lake?"

Lucius was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Yes... I was originally ordered to throw the sword back into the lake, but I didn't. So the king left. She has been wandering in this world, alive, and I am chasing her. I want to free her. This is my mission..."

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

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

Lucius was really surprised this time. He looked at Morpheus in shock. He never expected that this person could see so much so easily.

"From what you said, I can probably guess your identity. You don't have to admit it, after all, you don't want to say it, but I can tell you my guess." Morpheus looked at the other party and laughed, "You are not Lucius, you are Bedivere!"

The moment Bedivere heard his true name revealed, he subconsciously took a half step back. His silver prosthetic limbs reflected tiny starlight under the scorching sun, seemingly echoing the stardust flowing through Morpheus's fingertips.

"How did you..." The knight's Adam's apple rolled, and the sand was blown by the strong wind and hit his pale cheeks. "This identity has been hidden for so many years..."

Medea's purple robe rustled in the wind and sand. She raised her hand, entwined with magical runes. "The blessing of the lake fairy wails. The sin of forging the holy sword into a prosthetic limb has made the once pure magic as heavy as a rusted chain. This, too, will be a curse, a curse that will lead the king to his death."

Mashu suddenly clutched her chest, feeling the warmth coming from her shield. Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately grasped her junior's shoulders, only to find the girl staring blankly at Bedivere's silver arm. "Senior, your shield is burning... It's like you've suddenly realized something..."

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

According to legend, Bedivere was the last knight to bid farewell to King Arthur. When the knight said that he failed to throw the sword back into the lake, Morpheus had already guessed his identity.

At this moment, his identity was revealed, and Bedivere nodded gently: "Yes, I saw it at first sight."

After getting on the boat, everyone set out for the holy city again, while Morpheus was silent, thinking about what Bedivere had just said.

"So, it was actually because of the immortality brought by the Holy Sword that made it difficult for Arthur to die, and coupled with the power of the Holy Lance, that she finally crossed the gap between humans and gods over a long period of time?" Medea said from the side.

Morpheus nodded slightly, acknowledging Medea's speculation. "That's the only possibility. The blessing of the two weapons allowed King Arthur to transcend the mortal realm. However, her own bloodline must have played a role in this as well. It's a pity that the price was the loss of her humanity."

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

Morpheus sighed, "Not only has she lost her humanity, but her divinity is now more like a machine than a god."