Shape Moon Simulation: Start strategy for the Greek goddess!

[Although there are unpredictable consequences]

[But, I don't have time to think so much]

[Votigent wants to lead Britain to extinction, even if it is for the promise of Artoria]

[You will also defeat it here~]

[Even if it is at the cost of life]

"Personnel change or something... I'll find a way to deal with it, self-defeating stupid dragon, don't put a shelf here for me!" "

Moran gasped for a final calculation.

At this moment, the breath of rapid approach was perceived.

[That's Gawain and Artoria]

[They joined this battle together, and Artoria looked at you who have fought so far with great distress]

[The god of the dragon of the previous realm is not there]

[Just by the naked eye, you can see that your brilliance is dissipating, and there is not even room for condensing the aurora]

[If you go further]

[You can definitely defeat Votigens and bring victory, but that price is not acceptable to Artoria]

[She won't accept this kind of thing]

[Artoria and Gawain join the battle, a battle of this specification that they have never encountered before]

[Even if Voltigeng is destroyed by you to this point]

[Its madness has not been cut in the slightest]

[The Sword of the Oath of Victory and the Sword of Rotation Victory, the brilliance of the two holy swords was also swallowed into the belly by it]

[However, Voltigon chose to do so]

[Also let its already small life accelerate towards the countdown]

[It has been penetrated by the realm aurora once, even if it is incarnated in Britain, it can't mess around again]

"Votigeng can't swallow all the light! This is the opportunity!

Moran, this time I will protect you! Britain's future needs you, I need you! So, I won't let you leave me! "

Artoria straightened her petite body.

In the past, he would not be moved in the face of any danger, but now he can see anger on it.

Only for the private feelings of the magic dragon.

It is a personal affair that should not be revealed as the king of perfection.

"Voltigon is the embodiment of the island, and in terms of specifications, humans cannot shake it. This battle is because of me, and it has to end because of me! Leah, here I'm going to strike! "

"Nope! You can't shoot anymore! If you fight to the end, I lose you..... So what's the point of all this!? "

"Leah.... You........"

Moran seemed to realize something.

Sensing that she had abandoned the reservedness of the king.

The girl made her choice.

"If you can't defeat this island with human strength, then use the same specifications as the British Island!"

Artoria looked awe-inspiring.

She was ready before the war began.

Know how great your magic power, how that holy sword can turn the earth into scorched earth.

It doesn't work to win.

Voltigon is the embodiment of the British Isles.

Conceptually, it cannot be matched.

This is also the reason why Moran stressed that he had to do it himself.

It is necessary to have conceptual equivalence.

[Two holy swords pierced Futigeng's claws]

【Nail it to the ground】

【Artoria and Gao Wen's cooperation is seamless】

[Voltigeng, who was beaten by you to the point of decline, can only be killed by the last attack of the same specification]

[It seems to sense that death is approaching]

[Voltigon immediately fluttered its wings and shattered the frost, and it wanted to avoid the arrival of death by flying into the sky]

[However, Artoria will not allow it]

[This fellow, who has made the people of Britain suffer so much, and her beloved endure such pain——]

[No matter what, there is no way to forgive]

[Artoria takes out a weapon other than the Holy Sword, which is the spear of light she asked for from the goblin]

[Fu Tigeng's eyes widened suddenly]

[Before it could say anything, the dazzling tip of the spear had already poked out first, pointing directly at its chest and penetrating the dragon scales]

"Lengominjade..."

Moran gazed at the brilliance of the holy spear.

It was the gun that once shone on the border, the pillar of the guardian primate, the anchor of the star that fixed the rules of the planet.

The Tower of Radiance on the other side of the horizon.

Today, it is held in Artoria's hand.

"Not for righteousness, not for good or evil, just to save me, she left the future behind and pulled out the holy spear..."

Moran recalled what Hector had said.

How important he is to Artoria.

Her happiness cannot be without herself.

The future of the people of the British Isles, and indeed of all, is undoubtedly weighed in her mind.

In the end, she made her choice.

Just as Moran was willing to sacrifice her life for her beloved, Artoria was willing to sacrifice everything for him.

Or rather, this is her original intention to become king.

I want to protect the happiness of myself and my loved ones.

"She's really.... It's kind of a learner....."

Moran shook his head and smiled wryly.

The girl who has been watched by herself since childhood, even the way of doing things is so similar to him in the past.

It's a two-way street.

Even the idea of scolding cannot be aroused. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

What can be said in the face of such a wayward girl who is bent on keeping herself alive and by her side?

[The mournful roar of the demon dragon echoes in Britain]

[It also symbolizes its end]

[I don't know how long has passed, the dragon's figure is no longer there]

[On the battlefield full of potholes, Artoria only has a man with a gun in his chest in front of him, and he is on the verge of death]

"Even Lungomegnad has been blessed...

Stupidity.... How stupid ..... In order to fight the tyrant .... actually provoked further destruction..."

The dark shadow on Voltigeng's body dispersed.

The past is nothing in his hatred and madness.

All that can be seen here is an elderly man whose face is engraved with sorrow and distress.

"Human beings, it will never change. For the sake of self-existence, even the planet can betray. Unexpectedly, it was not the dragon of the realm that ended me in this end, but based on the most primitive selfish desires of human beings, which is called love? What irony, what irony, hahahahaha——!! "

Voltigon was unaware of the approaching death.

Laughed until tears kept welling up in his eyes.

It's like laughing at the end of a stupid tyrant.

Incomparably bleak, incomparably sad and...