Shape Moon Simulation: Start strategy for the Greek goddess!

"Although Britain is now polar. The trees are sparse, the grass is starting to grow hard, and there is not enough prey to eat, but it is still alive, and it is a pure land where you can see the shadow of the past.

In this harsh environment, life shines in the sublime, different from the waste and abuse in the world. "

Morandor was aware of man's original sin.

He also knows the light of man better than anyone.

Britain today still has the value of salvation, which Voltigon did not see.

No, he should have seen it.

But in his conception these are inherently evil.

So, there is no way to realize it.

"In a way, isn't this natural? It is also the coexistence of light and darkness that Britain had in the past, and it can still be seen today. "

"Perhaps, you're right, Albion.

But if you know so much about human beings, you should also know how far they can go in order to survive, right? "

Votigen did not deny Moran's words.

It's just that his focus is different.

"I know very well - behind that dazzling back, human beings will proudly stand up and destroy nature, and naturally erode the species of the planet that gives favors!

Don't let anything go! Even the residue will be devoured, those Saxons are like that! "

"Just to keep yourself alive! Just intend to devour everything! Even what you feel worthless will be ravaged! They also clamored that this was a noble act needed for survival! Shameless——!! "

Voltigon was filled with dark turbidity.

The tall body seems to be rolling with endless anger, and in place of this island, the sins of mankind are recounted.

The colors of hatred and anger overflowed.

The whole British Isle was sobbing for it.

"Even the mother/planet that gave birth to herself can be killed! This is called human! Amusing! Ridiculous! What kind of human beings, isn't it just a group of parasites!? I don't even have the ambition to die with this island! "

"I just know that I will always erode, and I will be hungry forever!" After eating one island, move on to the next! "

"Instead of being defiled by this disgusting species, let's all be destroyed! I'm going to use my hands to bring it back to the original! "

The dark shadow under Voltigeng's feet spread.

The armor was also dyed pitch black.

It is clear that the time is noon.

But the sun was like swallowed by a dragon, and what spilled was dirty tears containing hatred.

"- Turn great Britain into purgatory!

The future of mankind will never be inhabitable, a paradise of darkness! "

Voltigon stretched out his hands trembling to the sky.

His expression was full of longing hope.

Like a child who prays sincerely to the gods, this supreme evil is pure to the point of almost good.

"Voltigeng, are you already so crazy?

The karmic disgust for mankind has reached this point, tormented by madness and hatred to the point that there is no light in the eyes. "

Moran's sigh contained a hint of sentimentality.

[You can feel Voltigon's love for Britain]

[You have a record since the birth of Britain, and you can understand each other's thoughts to some extent]

[However, it cannot be recognized]

[Blindly staring into the darkness and ignoring the light, what kind of beauty can a land like this bring?] 】

"Voltigeng, you've gone through.

Let me think that I will give you the last mercy of guarding the identity of the British Dragon. I will not allow you to descend darkness. "

"Hahahahahaha! So good! There is no point in me waiting to understand each other! Since ancient times, the winner is king!

Come on! Albion! Can you fight the madness of Britain! Let me see! "

[Mutual understanding does not mean mutual recognition]

[This is how you are]

[Both sides are burdened with things they want to protect, and they also have the idea of not wanting to lose to anyone]

[Any words and thoughts are too frivolous]

[At this point, only by the most primitive method to decide, relying on strength to prove who can live to the end——]

That's a hole in the world.

Drink the hot molten iron and swallow it into your belly.

Votigent devoured the light of the island.

The human form has been abandoned.

What appeared in front of Moran's eyes was a chilling, inhuman existence like a hollow worm.

Magic Dragon Voltigun.

This is what wants to lead Britain to extinction.

"Whew, can even my brilliance be devoured?"

Moran transforms into a dragon's posture.

The true ether that was tilted from his body was devoured in a blink of an eye.

The darkness erodes like a tarsal maggot.

The more sacred the opponent, the thicker the darkness.

If it is only Votigen, who is a dragon species, it is naturally impossible to deal with Albion who is the enemy crowned dragon. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

However, Votigeng is not a pure dragon.

Today it is Britain.

A lowly king who manifests himself as the meaning of the island and the doppelgänger of the island.

The king of the weak clan who sipped the dragon's blood was not a human long time ago. It is the embodiment of Britain's self-destructive consciousness.

"'However, no matter how strong the darkness is, there is a limit, swallow my light to your heart's content!' I'll see how much you can swallow! "

Moran unleashed True Ether quite boldly.

Like the shining aurora of the polar day, the location and space lost their meaning in front of him who controlled the realm.

Everything that can be reached is faded.

In an instant, the dark world quickly disappeared.

It is like a rapid alternation of day and night.

It was not that Voltigon took the darkness back, but that the light was so strong that it actually pierced the darkness.

"Goo! You——! (Wang Mo Zhao)? "

Voltigon raised his head to the sky and let out a heaven-shaking roar.

Transformed into a magic dragon, it squirmed and struggled like a roll.

The taste of being propped up is not comfortable at all.

"I said, don't underestimate my light." Look, aren't you being bullded? "

The corners of Mo Lan's mouth rose slightly and smiled.

However, his smile did not last long.

The dragon's heart twitched violently, as if warning him that he could no longer over-output as he had just done.

I haven't been back to Avalon for a long time.

I have been relying on this perseverance to survive until now.

"-After holding out for so long, just hold me up for a while."

Moran gritted his teeth and raised the dragon's head.

What comes to mind is Artoria.

and, Morgan on this island.

Will not admit that this light will lose to the dark supplicant.

He is the one who survives!.