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Therefore, he never thought of accepting other people's thanks.

The atmosphere of the conversation was very harmonious.

If we ignore the two people's standpoints, I'm afraid bystanders would think they are old friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

"Haha, to me, that scenery holds such value. I don't intend to easily forget this favor. I love Britain deeply, and that's why—Dragon of the Realm, Albion, I have a question."

Vortigern seemed to be pouring out his own truth.

There is great respect in this.

"Why resist? Why deny? Why consider yourself a human being?

Today's Britain must be destroyed, and everything that lives on this island must be destroyed. You who have protected Britain for thousands of years, why did you choose to help humans?

"Because I don't just like this island. I also like the things that shine on this island. What you see as filth is shining in my eyes."

Moran also showed corresponding courtesy.

Although Vortigern is a crazy dragon in the eyes of the world, he knows the truth behind the dragon's madness.

That is a nostalgia that recalls the ancient and mysterious.

Old things abandoned by the times.

Chapter 118: Turning Britain into Purgatory [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

"Although Britain has now become a polar region, with sparse trees, grass struggling to grow, and limited prey, it still retains its vitality, a pure land where one can still see the shadows of the past.

In this harsh environment, life shines sublimely, unlike the waste and abuse in the secular world."

Morando was well aware of man's original sin.

He also understands the brilliance of human beings better than anyone else.

Britain today is still worth saving, but Vortigern does not see this.

No, he should have seen it.

But in his view these are inherently evil.

So, there is no way to realize it.

"In a way, isn't this just nature? It's the coexistence of light and darkness that Britain once had, and that we can still see today."

"Perhaps you are right, Albion.

But since you know humans so well, you should also know the extent to which they will go to survive, right? "

Vortigern did not deny Moran's words.

But his focus is different.

"I know very well that behind all that glitz and glamour, humans will proudly puff out their chests and destroy nature, naturally eroding the species of the planet that has blessed them!

They leave nothing behind! They devour even the scraps, that's what those Saxons do!"

"Just to survive! He's willing to devour everything! He even destroys things he deems worthless! And yet he claims this is a noble act necessary for survival! He has no shame—!!"

A dark current surged through Vortigern's body.

Endless rage seemed to be seething in its tall body, speaking for the island about the sins of mankind.

The colors of hatred and anger overflowed.

The whole of Britain is weeping for it.

"They can even kill the mother/planet that gave birth to them! This is what they call humanity! Ridiculous! Ridiculous! What kind of humanity are we? Aren't we just a bunch of parasites? They don't even have the willpower to die with this island!"

"All they know is to keep eroding and starving forever! After eating one island, they move on to the next!"

"Rather than being tainted by this disgusting species, it's better to destroy it all! I will use my own hands to restore it to its original state!"

The shadow beneath Vortigern's feet spread.

The armor also took on a dark hue.

It was clearly noon.

But the sun seemed to be swallowed by a dragon, and what fell down were dirty tears filled with hatred.

"—turn great Britain into a purgatory!

Humanity will never be able to live in this dark paradise in the future!"

Vortigern stretched out his trembling hands toward the sky.

His expression was full of longing and hope.

Like a child offering a sincere prayer to God, this evil is so pure that it is almost good.

"Vortigern, are you so mad?

He was so disgusted with human karma that he was tortured by madness and hatred to the point where not even a glimmer of light could remain in his eyes.

There was a hint of sadness in Moran's sigh.

You can feel Vortigern's love for Britain.

You possess a record of Britain's birth, and to some extent, you can understand the other party's thoughts.

【But, I cannot give recognition】

[If you only focus on the darkness and ignore the light, what kind of beauty can emerge from a land like this?]

"Vortigern, you've experienced it.

As the Dragon that protects Britain, let me offer you a final mercy. I will not allow you to bring down darkness."

"Hahahahaha! That's great! Even if we understand each other, it's meaningless! Since ancient times, the winner is the king!

Come, Albion! Can you stand against the madness of Britain? Show me!"

Mutual understanding does not mean mutual recognition

[You are in this situation]

[Both sides have things they want to protect, and they also have the ideal of not wanting to lose to anyone.]

Any words and thoughts are too frivolous

[At this point, the only way to win is to rely on the most primitive methods, and to rely on strength to prove who can survive to the end——]

It's a hole in the world.

Drink the boiling hot molten iron and swallow it into your stomach.

Vortigern devoured the light of the island.

The human form has been abandoned.

What appeared before Moran's eyes was a chilling, inhuman existence that resembled a hollow, worm-like being.

The evil dragon Vortigern.

This is the true face of that which seeks to lead Britain to extinction.

"Huh, can it even devour my brilliance?"

Moran transforms into dragon form.

The true ether that flowed from his body was devoured in an instant.

The darkness encroaches like a maggot on the tarsal bones.

The more sacred the opponent, the thicker the darkness.

If Vortigern were just a dragon, he would naturally be unable to defeat Albion, the crown dragon.

But Vortigern is not a pure dragon.

Today it is Britain.

A humble king who manifests himself as the island and the island's incarnation.

The king of a weak tribe that drank dragon blood had long ceased to be human. He was the embodiment of Britain's self-destructive consciousness.

"However, even the strongest darkness has its limits. Devour my light to your heart's content! I want to see how much you can swallow!"

Moran released the True Aether quite heroically.

Like the shining aurora of midnight, position and space lose their meaning in front of him who controls the realm.

Everything within reach faded.

In an instant, the dark world quickly disappeared.

Like the rapid alternation of day and night.

It wasn't that Vortigern took back the darkness, but that the light was so strong that it actually pierced through the darkness.

“Guaaa! You—!?”

Vortigern roared to the sky.

It transformed into a dragon and began to wriggle and struggle.

The feeling of being blown apart and pierced through is not pleasant at all.

"I told you, don't underestimate my brilliance. Look, aren't you bursting?"

Moran smiled with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

However, his smile could not last long.

Long's heart was twitching violently, as if warning him not to overexert himself like he had just done.

It's been a long time since I've been back to Avalon.

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

"—You've held on for so long, just hold on a little longer."

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

The person that came to mind was Altria.

And, Morgan on this island.

I will not admit that this light will lose to darkness.

The one who survived is him!

Chapter 119 I will keep moving forward [Please subscribe! Please give me flowers!]

[The Realm Dragon and the Demon Dragon Fight]

[In order to prevent the aftermath of the battle from spreading to the outside world, this island can no longer withstand excessive disturbances.]

You deployed the temple barrier.

[A square barrier with a diameter of ten kilometers covered the land shrouded in darkness like a canopy.]

The Immortal Army Against the Gods

[A wave formed by thousands of monsters]

He launched repeated attacks on Vortigern, his magic power consuming at an extremely fast rate.

The effect is almost obvious

Even with the entire British Isles as a link, Vortigern was beaten back by your offensive.

[The dragon's wail echoes through the sky]

[It's not so easy for you to gain an advantage]

[Warcraft, mythical beasts, and soldiers are constantly being devoured by darkness, fighting against Vortigern, the physical body of the British Isles. At the same time, you must also bear the attacks from the world, and your flesh constantly wails.]

[Almost surrounded by enemies on three sides]

No one can imagine how much pressure this is. The closer you are to the glory of victory, the more your soul is shattered.

“Guaaaaaaaaaa…”