Zongman: People in Chaldea, all the group members are wives

If history changes, human nature will also change.

How can a mere Holy Grail have such great power?

"Zoe... That's your name, right? May I call you that?"

"The name is just a code name. I don't care what others call me."

"I see. You are indeed a very interesting person. If it had been twenty years earlier, we would have become friends, right?"

"It's not too late now."

Looking at the boy's sincere eyes, Vortigern was slightly stunned.

how many years?

How many years has it been?

This is the first time someone is willing to be friends with me since I was given the shameful title of "lowly king".

Ah.

Futigeng shook his head and laughed. All his previous thoughts turned into relief at this moment.

"Well, my friend. If I fail, can you help me carry this country on my shoulders?"

After a pause, the young man opened his blue eyes and emphasized: "I am not just talking about the Camelot people, but also the Saxons. I know that you took them in...

"Anyway, I am a humble king, so no matter how despicable the things I do are, it is only natural."

As a king, Vortigern has his own persistence.

He regarded the Saxons as his own people, and until now, he had been trying to find a way to give these poor people a way to survive.

Even Lin Yi couldn't help but feel a bit of respect for the young man in front of him who looked a little out of place.

——The humble King Futigeng is indeed a qualified king.

"Of course, if I win by chance, then I won't have to trouble you anymore, Zoe."

"I will find a way to extend this window of time as much as possible and find a way out for my people."

Human reason rejected the Celts and the Saxons.

The Age of Gods faded away, and the content of True Aether in the air became thinner and thinner.

Only humans with a physique close to that of modern humans can survive in this environment.

However, people of the Age of Gods, such as the Celts and Saxons, could not adapt to the outside world which was composed of only thin true ether.

It's like a fish out of water, the only way out is suffocation.

Similarly, modern humans are unable to adapt to the environment of the British Isles.

Excessive levels of true ether in the air can easily kill any modern person.

The so-called rejection by human reason, to put it bluntly, is that the people of the Age of Gods are unable to adapt to the new environment.

Destined to be eliminated by modern people.

But this does not mean that the Celts and Saxons can only wait to die.

What Vortigern wanted to do was to prolong the time of the decline of the Age of Gods as much as possible, leaving a sufficiently long window period.

During this time, he was able to manipulate the Rongonemidade and slowly reduce the amount of true ether in the British Isles.

Let the people on the island gradually adapt to the new environment.

Until...

From the Age of Gods to the transition to modern humans.

This is the limit of what Vortigern can do, and it is also the best way he can think of!

"The only thing is the world line is cut. I don't know how to deal with it."

The last god is not omnipotent.

At least, at this point, Vortigern had no idea how to deal with it.

He said to Lin Yi: "Longoniemiad rejected me. I think this is the choice of Gaia's will."

"Because of you, the Star Anchor has found a better master! That's why it rejected me and my plan! In Gaia's opinion, you, Zoe, are the most suitable last god!"

Let me be the last god?

Lin Yi raised his eyebrows, wondering what Gaia was thinking.

Although he can summon the machine god Kronos, in terms of his true self, Lin Yi is indeed a real human being.

He is also one of the famous heroes who rebelled against the gods.

How can such a person be a god?

Or the last god?

This is too outrageous.

"I will not be the last god."

Under Vortigern's gaze, the young man slowly shook his head and said, "I will hand Longonemiade over to Altria... the Red Dragon. I believe that she will make good use of this Star Anchor and complete your unfinished wish."

"I hope so."

After speaking out all the suppressed secrets in his heart in one breath, Vortigern felt a lot more relaxed.

He stood up and stretched.

A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

Looking back, the white dragon spread its wings and disappeared into the sky.

Only one sentence was left, echoing in the mountains and forests.

——"However, in comparison, I would rather believe in myself than in you."

The reason why Futigeng approached Lin Yi was actually just to take insurance.

It's the same reason why he captured Morgan but didn't harm the princess.

This last god, known as the Despicable King, used everything he could to protect his country.

Willingly bear all the blame.

In Vortigern's imagination, if he failed.

Then, the authority of the last god will be transferred to Lin Yi.

As a safety measure, the position of the Lord of the Island will be given entirely to Morgan.

Let Morgan check and balance Lin Yi.

Prevent one company from dominating the world and leading the Kingdom of Camelot to destruction.

This is the best solution that Vortigern can think of at the moment.

Of course.

If he had won, that wouldn't have been necessary.

Possessing both the status of the lord of the island and the authority of the last god, Vortigern can do whatever he wants!

Although 133 still cannot avoid being cut.

but...................

It may linger on for hundreds or even thousands of years before being destroyed, or it may be destroyed immediately.

If it were you, what would you choose?

Vortigern seemed to have the right to choose, but in fact, he had no choice at all.

He can only do this.

"So.....is this what Vortigern really wants to do?"

After hearing the news Lin Yi brought back, everyone in the military tent had mixed emotions on their faces.

Even Altria, who had just returned, was no exception.

Until now, everyone has regarded Vortigern as the ultimate villain.

I thought that as long as I could defeat him, I would achieve the final victory.

Altria has always been pursuing this goal, learning how to become an ideal king and honing her swordsmanship day after day and year after year.

But now, it’s time to really face Vortigern.

But suddenly someone told her, "Vortigern is not a bad person. He is just like you, trying to save the country."

Even though Altria had a very firm mind, she was still inevitably affected and shaken at this moment.

At the same time, I felt a little confused.

The Age of Gods faded, human reason rejected, and the world line was cut.

Three huge mountains appeared out of nowhere, pressing the girl so hard that she couldn't breathe!

This is a problem that even the last god cannot solve. People like me...

Can you do better than Vortigern?

"I have a question."

Aguguiwen, who was sitting on the right side of Lin Yi, raised his hand. He asked in confusion, "Why did Vortigern leave the position of island lord to Princess Morgan? Can she bear this heavy responsibility?"

Having been severely cheated by Morgan once, Aguiwen no longer has any trust in his mother.

In his opinion, the best Morgan is the Morgan who studies magic in the magic workshop.

Don't ask this woman for help, and just don't cause trouble!

“This is a helpless move.”

Meili gave the answer: "Morgan has the power of the island since she was born. She is the natural master of the island. If we don't give it to her, who else can we give it to?"

That's fine.

Agguiwen sat back unwillingly.

This scene made Lin Yi laugh and cry.

Morgan, oh Morgan, how much psychological trauma have you caused to Aguiwen?

It has even gotten to the point where he doesn't even want to return to you the title of island lord that originally belonged to you.

It belongs to be full of filial piety.

Chapter 102: Sorry Zoe, I'm going to break my promise! (Subscribe please!)

The meeting lasted until late at night.

Everyone was in a heavy mood and tossed and turned in their beds, unable to sleep.

Tomorrow will be the final battle.

The future of the Kingdom of Camelot depends entirely on this battle.

Outside the military tent, the strong wind brought with it a heavy snow, coating everything within sight with a layer of white.

The howling mountain wind brought with it a somewhat shrill roar, making it impossible for people to sleep.

Altria, wearing armor, stared absentmindedly at the golden sword of victory that had accompanied her all the way.

This sword is also known as the Sword of the Chosen King or the Excalibur.

Its symbolic significance is far greater than its practical significance.

A line of large characters was engraved on the cold and sharp sword.

——Whoever draws this sword will be the King of Camelot!

This is the symbol of Altria's destiny and also the beginning of all tragedies.

The Golden Sword of Victory kept her age constant, causing the girl's body to remain at the age of fourteen forever, unable to grow and develop.

It transformed her from a human into another strange creature.