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"You're such a ruthless person," Medea laughed, glancing at the knight sitting silently against the wall not far away. "It's not nice to say that in front of others, is it?"

"This is the truth, and he knows it too. There's no need to hide it."

The ship was traveling at a very fast speed in the desert. When the ship stopped, they had already arrived at the edge of the desert. Looking into the distance, they could see that there was actually a village there.

Looking at the village, Morpheus thought for a moment before saying, "There's no need to contact them. Let's just solve the biggest problem. When history is restored, none of this will happen."

Seeing Morpheus say this, everyone naturally had no objection. As long as the problem was corrected and history was restored, even those who died now would come back to life in the original history. Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to solve the source of the problem as quickly as possible.

So, the group of people continued to move forward into the distance without any hesitation.

However, when they were about halfway between the village and the holy city, they discovered a problem.

There was a sound of fighting coming from the distance. A Hassan was fighting with a knight, and not far from Hassan, there were hundreds of refugees.

The refugees looked in fear at Hassan and the knights fighting in the distance. Seeing this, Bedivere couldn't help but shout, "It's Tristan!"

"Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table, is hunting down refugees..." Morpheus said as he raised his hand and a bow appeared.

That was the bow of the sun god. As the bowstring was pulled, the arrow of light flew out in an instant, shooting towards Tristan at lightning speed!

The red-haired Tristan had obviously sensed the incoming attack, and he quickly dodged it, but he didn't expect that the arrow of light seemed to have eyes, and it just turned and continued to rush towards him!

Moreover, it was a close-range turn, and Tristan was hit in the arm by the arrow before he could even react. At that moment, the hand holding the harp could not hold his weapon, and blood kept dripping on the ground.

He looked up in the direction of the attack. The sudden attack was so powerful that it surprised him.

Then, Tristan saw a familiar face, the companion in his memory.

"Bedivere?!"

Looking at the knight over there with a group of strangers, Tristan was so stunned that he forgot that he was still fighting. When he found Hassan attacking him, he could only barely avoid the opponent's attack and was unable to react and even fight back.

"boom!"

With a roar, Morpheus' figure appeared between the two men in an instant. His hand grasped the attacking weapon, preventing Hassan's attack from advancing any further.

Tristan didn't dare to continue attacking at this moment. Rather than dying, he hoped to collect enough information here.

"Alright, let's stop fighting for now," Morpheus said, releasing his grip on Hassan's weapon and looking at Tristan. "You were summoned by King Arthur, right?"

Tristan looked at Morpheus with confusion in his eyes. After a while, he asked, "Are you here to fix the problems of this world?"

"Yes, I do. I have some questions for you. Once you have answered them, I will personally escort you back to the Throne of Heroes."

These words made Tristan look at a dilemma. He looked at the young man in front of him. He was obviously a human being, but he possessed a power that he could not resist.

"Can I choose?"

"No!" Morpheus smiled, "Don't even think about resisting. I don't mind intercepting your soul and then asking you questions slowly."

At this moment, Morpheus was like a devil from hell.

Chapter 207 Ability

Servants are originally similar to spirits, or in other words, servants are spirits. Imprisoning spirits and slowly torturing them so that they can say what they should and shouldn't say is one of the most important things a magician should learn.

Therefore, as an orthodox magician, Morpheus is naturally very good at this kind of thing. He is definitely not joking with the red-haired knight in front of him.

Tristan was slightly shocked when he heard this. The person in front of him was very powerful and could easily break into the battlefield and deal with his and Hassan's attacks at the same time. This meant that the other party had at least crushed the two of them in defense.

Secondly, the opponent's attack just now was also very powerful. The tracking arrow was not only difficult to dodge, but also incredibly powerful. It easily penetrated the armor on his body, making him strengthened, unlike the physical injuries of ordinary servants.

Finally, the opponent's speed was also extremely fast. He was clearly far away just now, but in the blink of an eye, he had rushed in front of him!

Any one of these three items taken out alone, and matched with other items with ordinary values, can become a powerful heroic spirit. But unfortunately, the man in front of him has all three items, and they are all very high!

This kind of existence is actually just a human? !

Such a powerful force made him think of an existence, the king, whose connection with the past he could hardly see now. Even if the man's power was not as good as the king's, it was already far beyond his group of knights!

This man might actually be able to restore the current king to health!

Seeing that Tristan was now cooperating, Morpheus asked, "Question, why are you hunting down these refugees?"

Tristan said, "Because they haven't passed the Holy Strike. Humans who haven't passed the Holy Strike don't qualify to survive, so they will be eliminated."

When he said these words, there was no pain or hesitation, as if he was a person without emotions.

"You should know what will happen to this world next, right?" Morpheus asked again.

Tristan nodded. "I know."

"Then you should know that even if you don't take action, as long as this world cannot be saved, they will all disappear. Taking action like this is actually unnecessary."

Tristan was silent for a long moment before he said, "This is an order."

"Let me think, was this order issued directly by Arthur?"

Tristan was silent, and Morpheus continued to think. Although King Arthur's humanity had been worn away and his divinity had taken the lead, King Arthur's character should not have caused him to do such unnecessary things.

The most she could do was to perform the Holy Extraction and take the chosen ones away, leaving those who were not chosen to fend for themselves.

But now that this kind of thing has happened, it means there are other reasons.

"Is someone else giving orders on your behalf?"

"Yes, it was sent by someone else."

Morpheus smiled. He glanced at the refugees who were hiding nearby and looking at this side in fear, and tried to figure out why that person did that.

"It was just pure killing, without any other unnecessary actions, not even a sacrifice. Let me think about the reason..." He touched his chin, his eyes flashing with light. That was because the magic power was flowing and a special spell was used.

"To prevent someone from participating in the Holy Pulling from sneaking in during each session, thereby increasing the total number of Holy Pullings, it is reasonable to kill those who were not selected after each Holy Pulling. From this point of view, it is reasonable, even a little cruel.

"On the other hand, if we reduce the number of those who weren't chosen, they naturally won't be able to join the resistance forces. This will also weaken the enemy's strength. From that perspective, we can kill two birds with one stone."

Tristan listened to the man's analysis and said, "I haven't thought about it that much, and he never gave a reason. But from what you said, it certainly sounds like something he would have considered."

"In reality, King Arthur is now nothing more than a ghost wandering the earth, unable to return to peace." Morpheus said, watching Tristan's expression change, anger and helplessness. He pulled Bedivere over and grasped his right hand so Tristan could see him clearly. "He's nothing more than a walking corpse driven by the divine."

"This is……"

"The Holy Sword is reused, and the weapon forged is also the Noble Phantasm that grants King Arthur immortality. As long as she uses this thing, she will enter eternal sleep." Morpheus said, releasing his grip on Bedivere's right arm. "This is to give her freedom."

Tristan looked at the man in front of him in confusion and asked, "What do you want me to do? Join you?"

Morpheus shook his head, denying the other party's speculation: "I said I would send you back to the Throne of Heroes immediately, and I will send you back to the Throne of Heroes immediately, so you don't have to join us. I just hope you can tell me in detail what you saw of King Arthur.

"Of course, if you'd like, you can also tell me the information about a few of her subordinates. I'll see if I need to think of some appropriate measures in advance."

So, after Tristan hesitated for about a minute or two, he finally began to talk about what he had seen and heard.

The so-called gods walking on earth can grant their subordinates powerful powers, just like directly granting them special abilities, rather than simply increasing their power.

Rather than a pure increase in strength, it is more like a conceptual blessing.

With Tristan's narration, Morpheus was completely certain of his guess that King Arthur had indeed become a puppet of the Holy Lance, or in other words, the divine power within the Holy Lance was dominant, allowing the false god to reappear in Arthur's body.

He has the behavioral style of King Arthur, but has been greatly transformed. This is the current Lion King!

As the Lion King's subordinates, almost every knight has obtained the power bestowed upon him, and these powers, when combined with the knights, have indeed greatly enhanced their strength.

For example, the knight Gawain has the ability to greatly increase his attack power during the day. With the gift from King Arthur, Gawain now has an ability called "Never Sleep" on top of his original ability.

There is no night, that is, where Gawain is, night will not appear, and he can naturally strengthen his attack power during the day. Because of this ability, he even has a strong recovery ability during the day and can quickly restore his magic power.

It can be said that Gawain is now a mobile high-attack cannon with extremely fast magic recovery speed.

Even Mordred, who had met him in the past, gained a similar power here, namely rampage.

This ability is roughly the result of rationality being suppressed, entering a state of indiscriminate violence, with attack power and destructive desire greatly increased, but the ability to make strategic judgments is lost.

It sounds like King Arthur is tricking his own daughter.

Tristan in front of him naturally accepted the blessing. Morpheus chanted a spell, and a magic circle appeared around Tristan, and then holy power burst out from it. This was a magic circle specially used to dispel evil.

Naturally, this circle can also be used to dispel unfriendly spirits, or even friendly spirits.

Tristan's ability is reversal, which is why Tristan rarely feels sad. The power to reverse emotions and logic makes the knight, who was originally unable to kill because of sadness, become a tool of killing because of this reason.

Space was torn apart, and Tristan was driven back to his Throne of Heroes by Morpheus. He looked at Bedivere who was silent beside him and said, "Do you regret it?"

Bedivere was silent for a long time before he whispered, "I regret it. I shouldn't have disobeyed the king's order and thrown the sword into the lake."

"It's okay. There's still a chance. As long as we correct the historical errors, everything will return to normal. Because this is a single timeline, even those who died will be resurrected, as if this incident never happened."

Morpheus spoke to comfort the knight who looked more like a woman than a man, then looked at Hassan.

"Take these refugees away. No one should attack you again in the short term," said Morpheus.

Hassan had already heard what Morpheus was planning to do from the conversation between Morpheus and Tristan just now. Knowing that there was no conflict between the two, he nodded gently and said, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me." Morpheus smiled, then thought of something. "Oh, by the way, tell your boss that I've broken Ramses II's death trap. Don't attack Ramses II for now. He chose to help us, and as long as the world recovers, Ramses II will naturally leave here."

Hassan was confused. Was it inevitable death or could it be broken?

But seeing the man in front of her say this, she agreed. It was just a message, so it was nothing.

Then, Morpheus looked at Medea and the others who had been watching the show not far away, smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go, let's continue on our journey!"

However, after saying this, Morpheus frowned slightly and looked at the group of refugees.

Then he asked Hassan, "Do you have enough supplies now?"

"It can still hold up for a while."

"That's fine. If it's not enough, I can go back with you and help you replenish some supplies. But since it's enough to last for a while, just wait patiently. The crisis here will be resolved soon."

Morpheus smiled, called out to everyone, and continued to move towards the holy city.

He had originally planned to use the endless supply of milk to replenish these people's supplies, but now it seems that there is no need for that.

……

The place where the old man of the mountain is is a place that Hassan and others usually do not go to, because seeking help from the old man of the mountain is equivalent to giving up their own lives.

This represents that Hassan, as a person of this era, is incapable of dealing with the things he is facing now, which is incompetence.

But there is no need to risk your life to pass on a message.

The old man in the mountain listened silently to what Hassan said. He made low breathing sounds under his mask, as if he was thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

He did feel it. Not long ago, he felt that the mortal curse he had placed on Ramses II had been lifted.

That is the strongest force of death that even Ramses II's Temple of the Sun cannot erase. If he wants, he can even use this power to give the concept of death to gods without death!

But this power was suddenly wiped out, and he almost thought that Ramses II was dead. After all, if Ramses II was dead, then the disappearance of the death curse in his perception would seem very reasonable.

But now, according to the news sent back from Hassan, Ramses II is not only not dead, but someone has helped him to erase the mortality that he was given!

"Morpheus?"

"Yes, Morpheus."

"Morpheus..." He had indeed heard of this name in his memory. As a crowned Heroic Spirit, he knew many secrets, and the name Morpheus was indeed among them.

A human in the Greek Age of Gods, the lover of the Moon Goddess, and the beloved of the witch Medea. He participated in the War of the Giants in a human body and even killed Typhon later!

These legends were enough for this human to become a Heroic Spirit of the Grand Rank, but they were not. He was like a wild history that did not leave much mark in history, and mysteriously disappeared from the source.

In other words, more than half of it has disappeared from the root.

But now, according to Hassan, this guy is still alive, he is a human being, and he is a human being who came back from the future to save this era.

A human being who can stand shoulder to shoulder with gods, or even be stronger than the main god, is now in Chaldea. The old man in the mountain suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was suddenly lightened, and his mood suddenly became cheerful.

Sure enough, from now on all I have to do is watch the show and don’t need to worry about anything else.

As for Ramses II, let's keep him for now. Anyway, as long as the crisis of this era is resolved, Ramses II will return to the Throne of Heroes. In fact, this time Ramses II is also on the side of mankind.

But why did this kind of human appear, and why in the future? Could the era really support the existence of such people?

The old man in the mountain was also full of doubts at this time.

……

The king with golden pupils sat silently on her throne. She had the appearance of Artoria, but had a different temperament. This different temperament made it difficult to mistake her for Artoria.

Even though they look the same, with this kind of temperament, people will instantly feel that this person is not Altria.

At this moment, the god was looking into the distance. Just now, she sensed the death of her subordinates and returned to the Throne of Heroes.

The person who killed his men was now walking towards this side. It wouldn't be long before he appeared in front of him.

However, when she wanted to see more of the future, she found that she could not see clearly at all.