Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

The arrow, burned by the flames, hit the enemy and took away two lives with the unique skill of killing them with one arrow.

However, when the man reached for the quiver, he found it empty.

He lost his mind due to excessive killing.

Without any extra time to think, he threw away the quiver and drew the dagger from his waist.

The men once again rushed towards the enemy who had invaded their home.

I just want to use their blood to commemorate my deceased relatives.

【——This is war】

【Don’t consider anything extra】

If you don't want to die, you have to roar louder than anyone else. You absolutely cannot retreat even a single step out of fear.

[Everywhere is a scene of madness, the temperature of the blood continues to rise with the rising flames]

[In the midst of the flames of war, soldiers who kept praying fought desperately]

[Of course, this was a small-scale battle not worth mentioning. One man's bloody battle could not change anything.]

[Unable to shake the Saxons' overwhelming advantage]

This tribe is like a train with its brakes removed; they are sliding towards the abyss of destruction.

[The love and beauty between families were destroyed in the flames of war]

In the end, nothing will be left.

[It will not remain in history, no one will remember it]

[What remains here are only the corpses of the losers and the victors feasting on the carrion like vultures.]

【The ending is nothingness】

[Determined death, inescapable defeat]

[Resistance is just a struggle to hold on to the last thing you have. What is lost can never be taken back.]

[The men of the tribe are resisting the invading enemy]

【There is only one word left in my mind——】

Kill! Kill! Kill!

This heart is still beating

[They hold arrows and swords in their hands]

[Behind him are his parents, wife, and daughter who are still alive]

[This is the reason that can make them kill like crazy, and this reason is enough]

Even an inhuman beast would understand.

【Protect your family without hesitation】

This is the greatest meaning of their existence. Even if only one of them survives, we must never give up hope.

【At this point, I can only think like this】

In this hell of fire and blood, they want to grab anything and everything to rely on. Even if it's madness, it's like a blessing to them at this moment.

[The cruel truth looms over them——]

“…Are these the only ones left…?”

The outskirts of the villages and towns were gradually breached.

The man looked at the elderly, weak, women and children who were left in the tribe. All in all, there were less than a hundred people.

You know, they are a tribe of thousands of people.

Now they have been ravaged by the invading Saxons and only a few hundred people are left, and almost all the men have died on the battlefield.

Living on this British island, they have nowhere to escape.

They lost, their tribe was doomed, their homeland was ravaged, and their relatives and companions died one after another.

I believe it will be their turn soon.

"Well......."

The man saw the boy holding the dagger tremblingly.

The boy was only the same age as his son, yet he had to face such an inhumane hell of fire.

Looking back, his son had already...

The enemy will not show mercy just because the other party is a child. This is a brutal war of life and death.

Surrender would only be worse than death.

"Our family...what will happen to us in the end..."

"What will become of Britain in the end..."

"By then...our friends...and family will..."

[No one knows the final outcome]

They must not surrender. Since they are going to die anyway, they might as well fight the enemy to the death.

Even if I fight to the death, I won't be able to change the situation, but if I really give in, everything will be over.

[The family and descendants will be buried here]

[If there are survivors, then there is at least a chance of recovery]

[It is good to have one more person alive who remembers and carries their family name, so that they will not be left with nothing in the end.]

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——!!

Flame arrows rained down from the sky.

The boy who had just vowed to fight to the death for his tribe was shot to death by arrows. It was such an abrupt ending.

This is reality, this is war.

Without heroes and miracles, human lives disappear like ants.

"Grr! Damn the dragon Vortigern! Damn the Saxons! You bastards!"

The man tried hard to contain his anger.

If he were blinded by rage or given to despair, he would be crushed by the jaws of death.

Nothing superfluous can be considered.

He could only focus on what he had left.

After this round of continuous rocket attacks by the Saxons, more than a dozen tribesmen died, including four combat units, and their combat effectiveness was further reduced.

In addition, the arrows were engulfed in flames.

Sooner or later the fire would consume the defending houses.

They must evacuate from here as soon as possible, otherwise they will be surrounded and attacked - they will not be able to continue defending.

The rest of the group followed instructions.

They retreated from the back of the house and did not see many Saxons surrounding them.

"Very good! That's it!"

The man was about to give the next order.

However, the response he got was——

"--ah"

What descended upon us was a loud noise and an explosion of flames.

The cannonball hurled by the catapult landed right next to the man, and the scorching shockwave sent him flying several meters away.

What came into view were his tribesmen being smashed into pieces.

The smell of blood and burning internal organs kept rushing into his nose. He fell to the ground as he looked at the spreading sea of blood.

The bones in both legs were almost shattered.

Half of his body was burned black.

“Ahem, ahem—!!”

It seemed as if even the bleeding throat was mixed with bone fragments, and the coughed-up blood foreshadowed the approach of death.

My ears were filled with the wailing and crying of my tribesmen.

There are still some people in 2.0 who survived this offensive, but those who could command are no longer able to act, and the rest are just lambs to be slaughtered.

——Why has it come to this?

Why must they die?

Looking at the boy who died in the flames and the tribesmen who were smashed into meat paste by the huge rocks.

His eyes widened, full of resentment.

However, there is only one final answer to the question.

This war is a fight for survival by both sides. There is no point in discussing good and evil anymore.

"There's no right or wrong in war. The only mistake is that we lost the war, we failed to kill all the Saxons, we failed to win! Ahhh... Ahhh...!"

Enduring the severe pain of spitting out blood.

The man sneered at the scene as if he had gone crazy.

This is the truth of the world.

The most cruel and disgusting truth.

Chapter 207: Crushing the Enemy, Leaving No One Alive [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Lying on the ground, I looked up at the moonlit night that seemed to be stained red with blood.

Blood seeped into his eyeballs.

He saw his tribesmen lying on the ground, howling in pain from their injuries, in a state of confusion. Pain spread throughout his body.

"—"

The roar of the Saxons was heard in the distance.

The enemy pursued them victoriously, not giving them a chance to escape, as if even God had decided to let them die here.

"Mmmm..."

It was as if an earthquake had occurred inside the man's body. His internal organs were like misaligned gears, trying hard to turn, but they were stuck and it hurt.

I don’t know how long I can live.

These guys must not be allowed to advance even a step.

One can imagine what a miserable end the tribe would suffer if they were captured by these Saxons.

At this point, as a warrior, I should hold the sword to kill the enemy, not people's hands.

What you should listen to is the enemy's breath, instead of wasting energy listening to the wailing around you.

This will allow us to defeat Saxon 04 more efficiently.

A warrior's intuition is clearer than anyone else.

However, he couldn't become an evil ghost focused on killing, and still wanted to help one more person escape from here as soon as possible.

"puff--!"

He just managed to stand up half a step before spitting out blood.

There were also pieces of kidney in the blood.

The man could not defy the limits of his body with his will, and his knees gave way, causing him to fall to the ground.