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[As for the military strength, you summoned the Pelasgian army of 3,000 men. Each of them has the qualities of a low-level servant, but they are all heroes who can fight monsters and warriors who have fought against gods.]

This time, they obeyed your call and transformed into your power once again, appearing in the world as an immortal army.

Everything is just as you imagined

[First, the knight Melusin dealt a heavy blow to the Saxons, followed by the attack of the Pelasgian army.]

【At the end of all this crumbling】

[As the supreme king served by the immortal demon army, you will end it with the final blow.]

【It is not a simple killing】

[You must awaken the will of the British to fight. You don't want a group of mortals who will only accept your protection, but a group of supermen who can rival the immortal demon army.]

[To do this, we must fulfill our responsibilities as a king].

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"People of Great Britain—"

Moran looked down at the city wall.

No, it is to look down upon everything in the world.

"If the outcome of this life is already determined, a dead end that cannot be changed, how will you respond? Great Britain is doomed, and the years of destruction will never cease.

All of this was decided before you were born, and you cannot escape it even if you try your best to fight it and spend your entire life doing it.

If this is the truth of this world, how should you respond?"

Moran spoke to the oppressed people of Britain.

Explain this most cruel fact.

That is, the truth about the land at the end of the Age of Gods.

"No matter how hard you try, how lazy you are, or how much you pray or hope, it will all be in vain. The same is true for natural disasters and man-made disasters...

You will be seen as an unwashed stain by the world, deemed its enemies, and brutally annihilated by the laws of human nature. Even if you have committed no sin, you will be violated, ravaged, plundered, and trampled upon by others. You will be trapped in a cycle of destruction and despair.

[Calm and solemn words echo within the walls]

[No one knows whether what you said is true, and no one knows why you know this truth]

[However, the current situation is exactly as you said]

The tribes of Britain suffered natural disasters every year, and the man-made disasters they faced were foreign invasions and civil unrest in Britain.

[The cultivated land yielded almost nothing]

[The crops are visibly decreasing]

[This completely hits the heart of every British person. They have done nothing wrong, yet they are suffering this punishment from God.]

【Anyone will feel unhappy】

“Gu…Ah…”

The seriously injured man heard this.

The anger and unwillingness in my heart were aroused at the same time.

He believed the King's Word.

"Britain is now on the brink of extinction. This is Great Britain's eternal doom. Even if you die, you will only leave your descendants to be invaded, ravaged, plundered, and ravaged again as losers.

You will endure infinite pain and endless slaughter, and I am afraid that you will not be able to escape this cycle until the last drop of blood of the British people is shed."

There were only a hundred tribesmen left alive.

When they heard these desperate words and truth, they found it impossible to believe them at first.

However, the facts are clear before us.

These Britons could only accept this fact.

Their family is about to be destroyed.

The horrific hell painted by blood and fire is real, and nothing is more convincing than this abominable scene.

"Everyone, do you have any complaints about this?

Everyone, have you ever thought about subversion? "

You describe the desperate situation.

It emerged in the survivors' minds like a picture, pouring into people's hearts with the persuasive power of despair.

[No one of them did not believe in this king]

[They all started looking over]

Like the immortal demon army that is gazing at you with such frenzy, a yearning bordering on anxiety is revealed deep within their hearts.

[Like this absolute charisma]

[While you can use magic to manipulate people on a large scale, you conquer people's hearts entirely through words.]

[This situation is abnormal, there is no other adjective to describe it]

[Presumably, the entire British Isles]

[No one is more worthy of the title of King than you]

[For the Saxons, the pressure brought by your sound waves is no less than the roar of dragons and monsters in mythology.]

[Just hearing it will shake your spirit]

[People with stronger nerves would panic or become confused upon hearing this, while weaker people would faint immediately.]

It is the fluctuation of absolute power.

[Within these walls, this is your world]

"If that's what you want, then fight.

If you wish to change your unfortunate life, then you must be willing to burn your soul to the ground. If you do not wish to enter the internment camp called fate, if you wish to shed the stigma of defeat—fight together and become my people bathed in my glory!

It is a light that is enough to divide the realm.

Moran showed mercy to those in despair with the proud confidence that he could turn this hell around.

The figure of the king is imprinted in people's pupils.

The dry throat wanted to roar.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Moran asked from above.

What he saw were the eager hands reaching out to him and the unyielding compatriots who made it impossible to look away.

How cute and dazzling.

Even in the face of utter despair, people with an unyielding will are worth saving.

"Victory! Victory! Seize victory!"

"Destroy all external enemies! Smash injustice! Overturn desperate situations! Seize glory!"

"I wish you were my king! I beg you! Lead me forward!"

Although the number is only a few hundred.

However, the sound waves they emitted were not weak at all, and could almost collide with the power of the Immortal Demon Army.

The seriously injured man was also among the group shouting.

This is the frantic cry of a desperate man.

【Roaring for a better future】

[His will has long since transcended common sense]

Even those who were seriously injured and on the verge of death were roaring as if they were risking their lives.

[Submit to the Charisma of the King of Light]

[Pleading to join his army]

[Like those fanatical immortal demon army, longing to become one of those who can bathe in the blazing light]

"...I promise you. I will bring victory and crush Britain's despair. I am the incarnation of Albion, the future king who will rule Britain and lead you to overcome despair and usher in hope—Molan.

My people, wash away the pain and shame you have endured with blood, and raise your swords high for the future!"

The moment Moran uttered the decisive words.

Something strange suddenly happened on the battlefield.

The survivors of the tribe, who had been slaughtered to the point of wanting to flee, now took up their swords again one by one.

The seriously injured are like crawling out of the underworld.

They responded with madness and rushed towards the Saxons without regard for their lives.

They stabbed him in the chest with a sword, burned him alive with fire, and tore him apart with brute force.

The people of the tribe offered their loyalty and faith.

As a king, Moran bestowed upon them loving protection.

The Saxons, who had previously oppressed the British as strong men, were now facing a nightmare like lambs to be slaughtered.

This is a battle of revenge to avenge the bloodshed of an entire clan.

Determined to overturn the fate that the world has set for them, this time people will break the predetermined despair with their own hands.

Moran will lead them as king.

Build the glorious road door that leads to this impossible future.

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There is absolutely no room for participation.

[The Pelasgian army did not participate in the revenge of the Fred tribe. This is a feast for the victims only.]

[They, who were bullied by the Saxons, have the right to wield their swords and fight tooth for tooth, eye for eye, more than anyone else.]

[However, the most surprising thing is not this——]

The Saxons outnumbered the surviving tribes by more than four times, but they suddenly lost the ability to fight back against the Britons, who they could have slaughtered at will.

The survivors of the tribe seemed to join the army of the Lord of Light, transforming into Rakshasa flowers blooming in hell.

【Using blood and flesh as nourishment】

[Implementing sanctions on enemies with deep blood feuds]

[You must crush them to ashes. They will never waste the kindness you bestow upon them.]

[The scene before my eyes is almost a river of blood]

[As you said, they succeeded in washing away the shame of their family with the blood of their enemies.]

The invading Saxons were killed without a single one left.

The tribe on the brink of destruction was redeemed by the Lord of Light and revived from despair. They defeated the Saxons.

Britain is not a very vast island.

This news soon reached the ears of other kings and nobles, and they all knew that another king had appeared in Britain.

[Of course, this is not new]

Britain is an island made up of many ethnic groups, so it's not surprising that a clan leader would declare himself king.

[However, there are very few kings who can truly survive to the end and possess the means and charisma to lead.]

[A newborn king usually doesn't attract the attention of other noble kings, but this King of Light is different.]

[His first victory as king]