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

【Win the victory! Win the victory! 】

[Swords, spears, halberds, and armor melted in the flames]

[The soldier escaped before he could even get close to the three-headed dog and was engulfed by the heat from the flames.]

No time to feel pain

[Before you can feel it, it will turn into dust and dissipate. This is also the final mercy bestowed by the King of Light.]

The Saxon army has been defeated.

The symphony of screams grew fainter. It turned out they were eight thousand Saxons.

Now, nothing is left.

The Allied Forces no longer knew where they were, as if they had fallen into a nightmare.

The soldiers of the Allied Forces were horrified by this scene.

[Trying hard to suppress the sobs in my throat, these are the sobs of those whose fear and anxiety have reached a critical point.]

[It's like a child—no, it's the heartbreaking cry of someone whose mind has degenerated to the level of a child.]

"Huh, it's finally here."

Moran looked out into the darkness with an elegant smile.

The kings and nobles around trembled.

Although they didn't know what these words meant, they could no longer bear it.

"Vortigern, I thought you were going to hide forever. Now, isn't it time for you to give me an answer?"

"Hmph, Albion, I don't dislike your proposal. I see the possibility of continuing the British Age of Gods. Even the British Isles believe it's a viable strategy."

A gloomy voice echoed in the air.

There was an old man in black armor floating in the air, seemingly surrounded by a decaying aura.

There is a pair of rotten wings behind him.

No emotion could be seen on his wrinkled face, and his dry eyes were like a whirlpool of madness, with only a hint of rationality flowing through them.

"But you know I won't let go easily, right? In the end, I still can't accept your unreasonableness."

"Ha, is that so? You're such a stubborn old fellow, Vortigern. You're an indispensable part of my future. You should know I won't let you escape, right?"

Moran's smile was very happy.

He could tell that Vortigern also had a sense of déjà vu.

I guess the other party also remembers the last fight with me, so he said this.

Vortigern loved Britain deeply.

Even if he agreed with Moran's plan, he would not give it up easily. Even if he had to give it up, he would give it to someone stronger than himself.

It won’t work if the person is weaker than you.

Because if he couldn't save Britain, then those weaker than him certainly couldn't save it either.

Therefore, the opponent must be stronger than him.

Even when facing Moran, who had defeated him before, Vortigern still looked full of fighting spirit.

"If you lose, you will submit to me."

Moran raised his hands to his side.

A dazzling light pierced through the darkness and flew over, and the golden sword returned to his hand like a loyal dog.

"Hmph! Arrogant fellow! If you defeat me, I will willingly bow my head for you!"

"The oath is made. Now, let the battle begin."

[Britain's two most powerful mysteries reach a consensus]

[A smile appeared on their faces]

[Both sides have the idea of saving Britain]

Although reluctant, the demon dragon Vortigern knew that Moran could indeed save Britain.

Its roar at this moment reflects the dignity and reserve of a dragon, and is also the final test for the British Isles.

[Vortigern did not directly start a war with you here]

It turned and flew towards the waters of the British Isles. This was not an act of escape, you know what it meant.

"Dragon who deeply loves Britain, I'll do as you wish. It's really not good to mess around on the island..."

"Moran, what is it now?"

"Merry, go inform Morgan. Tell her that the final mysterious battle between our army and Britain has begun."

Moran instructed Meili.

Meili was slightly distracted as she looked at the domineering Moran.

There were ripples in my heart.

I don't know if I'm excited about the upcoming war or if I'm simply fascinated by the man in front of me.

Meili waved her staff and it turned into flying petals.

She temporarily left the front line.

[Yentajel seemed to have sensed his master's intentions]

[Even the earth began to tremble]

The three-headed dog of Hell, which had annihilated the entire Saxon army, now approaches the Allied forces.

[The Allied Forces who had just witnessed that hellish scene]

[Many of them were frightened and screamed]

The armies brought by the kings and nobles of each tribe stare at the approaching three-headed dog of hell.

[The string in my head snapped]

The soldiers would rather abandon their immobilized horses than flee. Having just witnessed that hellish scene, even the most unimaginative would assume they and their companions would be next.

[Most of the foreign soldiers were caught in a breakdown of order]

[The way he ran away was too embarrassing]

[Those who stayed behind were either completely captured by the power of the Lord of Light or completely driven mad].

Chapter 224: The entire army attacks [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

"Lord Mo Lan... this war... you can obviously resolve it single-handedly... why... why is it like this..."

A king said in despair.

Just by feeling the heat wave from the three-headed dog of hell, he felt as if his soul was about to be burned.

I can't understand why I'm still alive.

They thought that Moran had displayed such terrifying power and now allowed such a terrifying monster to walk in front of them.

They must be punished.

"How strange! Wasn't it you who requested this joint war? I simply agreed because I didn't want to refuse your kindness. Besides, weren't you the ones who wanted me to take the first step?"

Moran always had a peaceful smile on his face.

The spirits of the kings were almost unable to bear it.

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed true.

This joint war was all planned by them, and asking Moran to take action was also their suggestion.

They deserve it all.

"So...are you going to punish us now?"

"Hmm? Have you done me any harm? I don't think so. Do you think I'm some narrow-minded king? I never considered you my enemies."

Moran looked at the 343 King who spoke.

That deep gaze seemed to be able to see through even the soul; any illusion was insignificant in front of him.

The kings and nobles couldn't even feel the bitterness.

I'm afraid that in the eyes of the other party, they are far less important than a small stone blocking the road.

"......However, if you want to see

What is real war? Why not join me on the battlefield again? "

However, it was different from what they thought.

The King of Light did not see them as mere stones, but gazed upon them with majesty.

It was as if he was watching over his own people.

This made everyone's heart tremble.

"I assure you, this war will not be like what happened just now. It will be the most spectacular battle since the end of the Age of Gods. Everyone, become a member of my army."

[As if the words contained an irresistible charm]

After witnessing this terrifying power

[The kings and nobles seemed to have opened Pandora's box. After just one look, they couldn't move away.]

[I thought I would be punished by the Lord of Light]

Who knew that mercy would come?

Being gazed upon by this supreme being, everyone felt flattered.

[At this point, I can only admit defeat]

They were overwhelmed by the Lord of Light's tyranny.

[Overwhelmed by the King’s Majesty]

They chose to become a member of the demon army, hoping to witness unprecedented mysteries and absolute victory.

[For this reason, I can only bow down to the king who displayed terror and divine power—]

"Let's go and head to the battlefield where the dragon is.

All hands, attack. I will not let it suffer a complete defeat, and I will make it submit to me."

Moran stepped onto the lowered head of the three-headed dog of hell.

Yantagel's soldiers began to take formal action and set out on the road to the battlefield together.

【Dark stars move across the sky】

[Followed by the relentless pursuit of the raging waves]

[This isn't a metaphor. It's truly faster than most existing means of movement, and it's beyond common sense.]

[The roar and water column erupted hundreds of meters high]

[And this process continues]

The frigid seawater trembles constantly, as if constantly bombarded. The tsunami that rolls up is as devastating as a major earthquake, and this is only the beginning.

You ride a three-headed dog the size of a hill across the sea, chasing Vortigern in the sky at breakneck speed.

[With the golden sword, you can inflict the magical beast's attributes on anything. The three-headed dog of Hell has been given the attributes of a sea beast, and it can walk on the sea as if it were flat ground.]

[Your army is also blessed by the characteristics of Warcraft]

They follow you like a storm that devours everything, and nothing can stop them from moving forward.

[Looking at Vortigern flying at high speed]

You can't let it keep moving like this. It's no fun playing cat and mouse all the time.

"All troops, attack."