Crossover: With Heaven-Defying Insight, I'm Shaking the Very Aeons

Two golden-haired girls, one tall and one short, stared at each other, speechless for a moment.

After a few seconds, Lancelot sighed. "Guinevere, how did even you fail to escape? Didn't we agree to act according to the situation?"

She still clearly remembered Guinevere's confident appearance before she had set out.

"Uncle, while Marquis Voban is attacking, you go observe the new king's battle. Remember to act according to the situation and be sure to hold them off."

"I'll go rescue King Arthur. If I succeed, our side will gain another fighter. Even if I fail, I can retreat in time."

"With the Marquis stirring things up, with our strength, we definitely won't lose out, so don't worry!"

At the time, Guinevere had made such a confident guarantee. In their eyes, no matter how strong the new king was, there should be a limit. His strength might not even surpass the veteran Godslayer, Marquis Voban.

So, Lancelot's duty at the beginning was not actually to hold off Su Mo, but to hold off Marquis Voban. It was just that no one had expected Su Mo to be so powerful.

Lancelot had no complaints about her own defeat, but she hadn't expected Guinevere to be unable to escape. Why was that? Her gaze couldn't help but linger on Artoria's face for a few seconds.

"It's a long story on my end," Guinevere said with a wry smile.

As a god-ancestor, she was no helpless damsel. But against the Heretic God version of Artoria, she was no match.

In terms of her nature as a Steel Hero God, as the Last King's cover, King Arthur's Steel attribute was no inferior to Lancelot's. If not for the lack of a divine speed Authority, she wouldn't have been defeated so easily back then.

Not to mention, at the time, she had been deceived by Artoria's gender and identity, thinking that this Heretic God was an ally, and had rashly chosen to close the distance.

This left her with no chance to resist, and she was instantly killed by Artoria's immense strength, which belonged to a red dragon.

If not for her Earth Mother Goddess attribute and vigorous life force, she would probably still be unconscious.

It was too troublesome to explain, so she skipped over it and asked back, "What about you, Uncle? I was waiting for you to save me. How did you get defeated too?"

Guinevere really couldn't figure it out. When she was captured by Artoria, she had still held out hope, thinking that Lancelot would come to her rescue.

After all, no matter how strong the new king was, he couldn't possibly face a veteran Godslayer and a first-rate combat power Heretic God at the same time, right?

She hadn't expected to see a captured Lancelot as soon as she was brought in. It was even highly likely that the other had been defeated before her. What was going on?

"It's a long story on my end too." This time, it was Lancelot's turn to wear a wry smile. "In short, the new king is very strong. I was completely no match for him. It was a defeat without any suspense."

"Even you say so?!" Guinevere's expression was one of great surprise.

As far as she knew, in battle, besides the Last King, Lancelot had never admired anyone. She hadn't expected the Godslayer before her to receive such a high evaluation from her.

"In short, Guinevere, don't put up a meaningless struggle—"

After understanding the situation, Lancelot couldn't help but want to issue a warning. Those who hadn't personally witnessed Su Mo in battle couldn't comprehend the absolute strength of this Godslayer. Words alone were not enough to express even a ten-thousandth of it.

Therefore, the best strategy when facing Su Mo was to give up resisting.

She herself wouldn't survive, and that was fine. A loser should make their exit. Guinevere was just a god-ancestor, not a Heretic God. As long as she didn't anger the new king, she still had a chance to live.

Lancelot's advice was not without its practicality. The only drawback was that it was too late.

Before her warning, Guinevere, who had received enough information, immediately realized that the two of them were already meat on the chopping block.

Needless to say, Lancelot, being a Heretic God, would definitely be killed by the Godslayer. Whether she herself could live or not depended entirely on the other's whim.

Guinevere didn't want to place her life in the hands of another, so as long as there was a chance to escape, she had no reason not to take a gamble.

On this point, Lancelot and Guinevere's thoughts were actually the same.

It was just that due to the difference in their perspectives, Lancelot understood that any act of resistance against Su Mo was futile, while Guinevere did not.

Therefore—

"Uncle! We still have a chance!"

Guinevere, who had been looking listless, suddenly burst forth. A huge golden disc over a meter tall rose up from beneath her feet.

The Magical Holy Grail.

This was a precious divine instrument that had accumulated the life force of multiple Earth Mother Goddesses and possessed a total magical energy dozens of times that of an ordinary Godslayer.

When she had faced Artoria before, she hadn't had time to summon the Holy Grail, so Artoria didn't know she had this divine instrument. Naturally, she wasn't on guard at this moment.

After summoning the Magical Holy Grail, Guinevere, with high-speed divine words, recited the divine words to control the Holy Grail.

"O Holy Grail! O spring of life left by the White Goddess! Please respond to the daughter of the goddess's servant!"

"O King of Crete, father of the Minotaur, priest who offers living sacrifices! Guinevere here appeals to the heavens, prays to the earth, and petitions the sea! Please listen to the girl's request and send forth but a fragment to the earth!"

At the god-ancestor's call, the phantom of a god manifested with the magical energy of the Holy Grail and gradually became solid.

The monster with the head of a bull and the body of a man, the god-king of the Cretan civilization, Minos, also known in Greek mythology as the Minotaur.

In the end, this huge bull-headed monster actually exuded a fluctuation almost identical to that of a Heretic God, and the scale of its divine power was almost equivalent.

"How dare you make a move in front of Master!"

The moment the bull-headed monster manifested, Artoria's eyes turned cold, and her gaze towards Guinevere finally carried hostility.

As a knight, to be outsmarted by a prisoner while presenting them to her lord was not only a disgrace to a knight, but also disrespect to her lord. Such disrespect must naturally be washed away with the enemy's blood.

Therefore, without the slightest hesitation, she raised her magnificent holy sword. Her magical energy was abundant enough without needing to be accumulated.

So what if it was a Heretic God? There weren't many gods who could withstand a full-powered Sword of Promised Victory.

"Ex—"

Without holding back in the slightest, Artoria intended to completely slay the Heretic God before her. Anyway, the Authority would be judged as her Master's in the end, so there was no need to worry.

In the instant that the Sword of Promised Victory was about to come down—

"Saber, stop."

The command from Su Mo made Artoria freeze, unable to bring the sword down.

"Master?"

On the other side, although she didn't know why Artoria had suddenly stopped, Guinevere didn't miss this crucial opportunity and turned her gaze to Lancelot.

"Uncle! Quickly accept the Holy Grail's magical energy! Let's get out of here together!"

Clearly, this was Guinevere's escape plan. Knowing Su Mo's strength, she had no intention of using the Holy Grail to fight him.

What a joke. With just the Holy Grail, she couldn't even beat Artoria, let alone the Godslayer before her.

She just wanted to use the pseudo-god manifested by the Holy Grail to attract some attention, and then use the Holy Grail to strengthen Lancelot.

Although she was usually reluctant to use the magical energy in the Holy Grail, wanting to save it for the Last King to help him revive, this was a critical moment. To save her own life, she couldn't be bothered with that.

It had to be said that Guinevere's escape plan was not without its merits. At least from her perspective, it was the result of maximizing the use of her current resources.

However, she clearly did not know Su Mo's true strength, and naturally did not know Lancelot's current state.

So, when she had reached this step, full of expectation, and presented the Holy Grail, wanting Lancelot to recover her strength, she was not, as she had expected, carried away by a Lancelot who had recovered her lightning speed.

Instead, the Holy Grail was taken by Lancelot, who shook her head and placed it aside.

"Give it up, Guinevere. You can't escape!"

Saying so, she held out her wrist, letting Guinevere see the incredibly heavy golden shackles on it—fetters constructed from the divine words of the Golden Sword.

"My Divinity has been completely sealed. Even with more magical energy, I can't exert any power. Your resistance was impossible from the very beginning."

Although it was too late to say it now, she still wanted to wake up this friend of hers.

"Ah, this!"

Realizing that Lancelot really couldn't use her divine power, and that no matter how much she charged it, it was useless, Guinevere's eyes showed a look of despair.

Only then did she understand why her uncle had tried to stop her.

Faced with Su Mo, she didn't even have a chance to escape. The moment she was subdued by Artoria, her fate was already sealed.

She had not yet been able to awaken the Last King, had not even found a trace of the Last King. Was she really going to leave the world like this?

After a thousand years of waiting, was this the only result she could get?

Thinking of this, Guinevere couldn't help but collapse to the ground, powerlessly waiting for the Godslayer's blade.

She would not escape death today; she already had such a premonition in her heart.

However, one second, two seconds, three seconds... A full ten seconds passed, but she did not feel the Rakshasa King's killing intent.

Guinevere couldn't help but look up in surprise.

Only then did she notice that Su Mo's gaze had not been on her since the beginning, but was instead looking at the pseudo-god she had manifested with the Holy Grail with a look of great interest.

"Is this an existence you purely simulated with magical energy?" Su Mo suddenly asked.

"Mm," Guinevere nodded dumbly, then added as if by reflex, "He only looks like a god. He only has basic instincts and does not possess the will of a god. His strength is only thirty percent of an ordinary Heretic God."

She naturally did not have the ability to create a god from thin air. Even with the Holy Grail, she could only simulate a pseudo-god.

"But he possesses a Divinity and divine power. In terms of the scale of his power, there is not much difference from a Heretic God."

Su Mo carefully observed Minos's Divinity, his tone clearly interested.

"To actually use a Divinity Simulation to create a pseudo-god... As expected of a descendant of an Earth Mother Goddess. In terms of mastery of magic, you may not be inferior to Pandora."

Hearing this, Guinevere was still a little confused. She didn't know why the new king had suddenly started discussing magic.

Lancelot, however, was overjoyed. She realized that Su Mo seemed to be very interested in the knowledge Guinevere possessed. In that case, this troublesome child might have a chance to live!