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

[When the beautiful knight mentioned the king he served, his voice was filled with respect and love.]

[I did say a lot of unnecessary words]

[This will not hinder her efficient work]

"Finally, human, is this what you've decided? Are you just going to accept the fact that your homeland has been ravaged by the enemy? There's no point in saving your homeland without your own hands."

The beautiful knight left these words at the end.

Afterwards, she once again threw herself into the battlefield to wipe out the enemy.

This question echoed in the man's heart.

Accept? She said accept...?

The seriously injured man's eyes showed a look as if he was going to shoot anyone alive, and he was so angry that he clenched his teeth.

No one can accept such an ending.

He also has friends, family, a beloved woman, and deeply loves his tribe and hometown.

Now, everything is about to be tarnished by defeat and we are left with nothing.

Things like this—

The barbarians from outside the island ravaged everything they loved. Watch them rape women, kill children, and hang the elderly.

“Ahh….Gurgle…”

The seriously injured man was spitting blood foam from his mouth.

Even speaking became extremely difficult.

Thinking back to when even children younger than him had vowed to fight until the very end, how could he just admit defeat?

Although that beautiful knight was an inhuman being.

But, at this point, it doesn’t matter.

Even if the one before him was a demon-like being, he felt it was of no consequence. He only desired one thing—

"I want victory..."

The man gritted his teeth with vengeance in his eyes.

Victory brings the final glory to the family.

Bring peace to those deceased companions and family members, and seek happiness for countless descendants.

And for the sake of your own soul.

There are many people who offer prayers in this hell, on this stage called Britain.

The seriously injured man is just one of thousands of microcosms.

Too sad, too sad.

The sight came to the sky above the burning village.

There was another figure.

He seemed to have heard the man's plea on the ground, and his deep eyes gazed at every corner of the village.

"Heh... I won't let this scene continue. If the gods don't save us, and the world doesn't save us, then no one can save us—"

Then, I will save Britain and bring salvation to her!"

Moran said this amidst the noisy wind and waves.

[You can hear not only the longing voices of men on earth, but also the voices of the dead who are entangled in resentment and are still suffering from curses after death.]

【As a magician who is good at controlling souls】

[You saw the experiences of many souls in their lifetime and the miserable end they faced in the end]

[Even though, you only see becoming a king as a means to pursue your own happiness]

"But building a beautiful utopia is your pursuit as a king. As a matter of duty, you can't just ignore it."

Therefore, you will bring hope to the world.

[Showing miracles as always——]

"I will bring peace to the souls of the world and illuminate my people with endless light. I promise in the name of Moran that I will surely bring you the supreme victory."

Chapter 209 Reappearance! The Immortal Army! [Subscribe! Flowers!]

[The Saxons, as usual, launched an invasion of the local tribes]

[With their numerical advantage, they are confident of victory]

[But since when, the balance of victory and defeat has tilted and started to fall in an unexpected direction.]

"Shoot! Shoot! Don't let them get close!"

The commander shouted at the top of his lungs.

Dozens of Saxons pulled their bowstrings and aimed their burning arrows at the group of soldiers emitting dazzling light.

It is unknown where they appeared from.

Almost at the same time as the silver-haired knight flying in the air, they appeared on the battlefield.

Boo hoo hoo-! !

A torrential rain of arrows fell from the sky.

However, these did not work.

The shining warriors brandished swords and raised shields to form a square formation, forming an impenetrable military shield.

Some warriors were even so brave that they offered no defense and were bathed in the scorching rain of arrows.

These soldiers did not take shelter.

To take a step back would be disloyalty to their king, and the warriors stood tall and unyielding like an indestructible wall.

They are seemingly immortal.

"Long live the Beast King! Long live our King 617!"

"Bring victory to the king we're waiting for! Ohh ...

"Blood for my Emperor! Head for my Emperor! My King's army is invincible! Glory will be with you forever!"

The soldiers on the front line let out a battle cry.

With a terrifying height of two meters, he exudes the power of a giant, and the condensed demonic aura turns into an overwhelming wave.

Just one person's roar was deafening.

There are hundreds of such brave warriors in this indestructible army.

The sound of the warriors roaring together almost broke the Saxon eardrums.

It was as if the Saxons were not enemies of humans, but were facing ferocious monsters in human skin.

"Don't be afraid! We have more people than them!"

The commander shouted loudly, trying to wake up his soldiers.

But he himself couldn't help trembling.

If it weren't for the merit of defeating the local tribe, they would have been defeated by fear long ago.

[The results were soon proven]

The Saxons' numerical advantage was ineffective.

Facing this army of the Age of Gods, which had once fought against the gods and possessed demonic bloodlines, the Saxons were swiftly defeated.

[The joy of finally defeating the tribe]

[In the blink of an eye, it turned into fear that I didn't want to be killed here]

[Just as the Saxons slaughtered the Britons]

This demonic army annihilates the Saxons, tearing them to pieces with their bare hands and claws. The aura emanating from their limbs is enough to reduce their opponents to pulp.

When the number of casualties exceeds 200

The Saxon army was completely defeated.

[At the beginning, the Silver-haired Knights killed two hundred of them, and now another two hundred have been wiped out by the demon army that appeared out of nowhere.]

[An army of one thousand men lost 40% of its strength in just a few minutes]

[For a group of medieval armies, this was enough to cause the collapse of the battle line]

Invasion of the British Isles for Survival

These barbarians only have selfish righteousness and have never had any noble beliefs. No matter how they look at it, they cannot possibly be enemies with this group of immortal troops with fanatical worship.

"Monsters, all monsters!"

"I don't want to die! Who wants to fight these monsters? I don't want to die! If you want to die, go ahead and die!"

"How can there be such invulnerable people in this world! They are British monsters! Run! Run away!"

The Saxons were ruled by fear.

The will to fight was dispersed in a rush.

They tried to escape the village, but encountered a problem. A wall suddenly appeared on the ground.

It accommodates the entire village.

[The wall was a full twenty meters high, trapping the fleeing Saxons here]

Anxiety makes Saxons sweat

Fortunately, we didn't see the demon army chasing us, otherwise they would have been killed here.

Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to be happy for long.

A loud noise soon emanated from the city wall, attracting the attention of everyone inside.

"Everyone, listen! This is our lord, the last dragon protecting Britain, the undefeated king who will lead Britain and bring it hope!

In the presence of the king, you should open your eyes wide, close your mouths, and listen to his holy words."

The noble and pleasant voice reached everyone's ears.

The silver-haired witch stood on the city wall, offering her love and loyalty to the king in front of her.

I don’t know if magic was added.

In an instant, the soldiers stopped fighting, the children stopped crying, and the old people stopped fleeing.

The warriors of the Immortal Army knelt on one knee.

There was a blazing fire in their eyes as they offered their fanatical faith to the king on top of the city wall.

Ecstasy, people fall into a state of ecstasy.

Subconsciously staring at a point on the city wall.

Compared with the sky, which was so bright red that it seemed to be oozing blood, the man's posture and appearance were so solemn and dazzling.

Her jet-black hair swayed slightly in the wind.

The king's eyes, overlooking everything, are extremely deep.

It seemed like he shouldn't be in this fiery hell, the King of Light who surpassed all brightness and splendor.

His name is Moran.

You and Morgan discover a tribal clan on the verge of collapse.

[Just like the first simulation]

[What you want to do is start with a tribe, save the tribe, and make them serve you as king]

[Laying the foundation for ruling Britain in the future]

You use your strength to the maximum extent possible.