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

[But conceptually, there is still a gap compared to the demon dragon Vortigern, just like humans cannot fight against gods.]

[This is inherently dangerous, like fighting against the heavens]

[That's why the demon army is so eager to win this impossible victory against all odds.]

The battle situation is not optimistic

[Screaming, blood foam flying]

Although Melusin had enough room to dodge the attack, the soldiers of the Legion were not as agile as her. Those caught in the darkness were devoured and turned into food.

[The Realm Dragon in the air keeps dodging]

The immortal demon army repeats death and resurrection, shedding blood and sweat as they fight their way towards the endless kingdom of darkness.

[Generals were injured one after another]

Although the assault continues, it has little effect. Repeating it will only tire the army.

"Anyone can see this decline. Moran, as a king, aren't you going to take action? Hiding behind your subordinates, this isn't the domineering attitude you should have as a king, is it?

Or do you think you can defeat me, the incarnation of Britain, with just this kind of military might, without even having to fight? Even the most arrogant of you has its limits."

Vortigern spread his wings and floated in the air.

It looked down at Moran.

As if to avenge the defeat he had experienced in his déjà vu, he opened his arms and intensified the release of darkness once again.

It's like a hole in the world.

It swallowed up all the glory of the demon army, and a terrifying aura continued to flow out.

The sense of strangeness is spreading.

Everyone is affected to different degrees.

The flesh is indiscriminately decomposed by darkness.

The immortal army in the front row was broken one by one.

Hydra, synthetic chimera, sea dragon and others were entangled in darkness, fell into decay, and fell into the ink-like sea.

It keeps accelerating on this battlefield.

The army seemed to be in ruins and on the verge of collapse.

"Wow, it's actually this advanced. Were they afraid of causing serious damage to Britain by not using it on the island before?"

Moran held the golden sword in his hand.

Keep the same relaxed tone as your voice.

Although it was very vague, he could indeed feel the dark fluctuations that were drawing him in.

The glow attached to him was also dimming.

The edges of the cloak gradually weathered and broke.

"Merry, are you ready?"

“According to the time, Morgan should be almost done.

Moran, how long will this take?

You and Melusin can endure this darkness, but if you let the Legion continue, I'm afraid they will all go crazy."

Meili plays the role of a military advisor.

She narrates the situation for Moran.

"...Swallowed by this darkness? I'll need a little more time. But, no matter what, I can't let my beloved subordinates be bullied by this old bastard."

Moran said as he combed his jet-black hair upwards.

The face that had disappeared for a moment reappeared, and the light and cloak attached to the body returned to their original powerful appearance.

As if it had never been affected by the darkness from the beginning.

There is still room to win.

"Having said that, I want a complete victory, one that will make this stubborn guy admit defeat with conviction. Meili, enough of the away game. Come and add to the glory of my victory."

Moran gave the order in a kingly tone.

It was filled with trust in the nightmare before him.

"Oh my, in the end, you still got me into trouble. But who told me to feel indebted to you anyway?

However, I will reward you afterwards, Your Majesty, I am sure you will not be stingy, right?"

Before leaving, Mary smiled at Moran.

She smiled with great interest, knowing that the reward this guy was asking for was definitely not normal.

"...I won't argue with you this time.

Two victories, whether in terms of reason or force, I want to achieve complete victory on both sides—"

On the other side, Vortigern said again: "Molan, are you not going to leave yet?"

"Vortigern, don't worry. I trust my soldiers, and they trust me. They haven't been convinced yet, just look at them."

【Vortigern is a little irritable】

[It lost to you last time, so it's not enough to just defeat the soldiers below. The one it really wants to defeat is you.]

【However, when you nod】

A captivating fragrance filled the air, and upon closer inspection, a sea of flowers stretched out, covering the entire darkness.

[Soldiers who were originally tortured by darkness]

They regained their self-image in an instant.

[And, feeling the gift of this sea of flowers, his fighting spirit ignited once again.]

"...Damn you, incubus! Hmph, useless... This is just another farce."

Vortigern noticed that it was Merry who cast the spell.

She replaced some of the darkness with a sea of flowers.

But, this is ultimately just a delaying tactic.

As long as Vortigern, the source, is not eliminated, the darkness will continue to grow.

"Farce? I can't agree with that.

Vortigern, do you really think this is the full strength of our army?

What I desire is a realm where light and darkness meet, a land that will continue this Age of Gods until its end. See our ideals clearly, for the drama is yet to come. And please, see the convictions of our army clearly.

Moran smiled brightly.

Her jet-black hair swayed again in the wind and waves, emanating a fearless and confident glow of victory.

This left Vortigern deeply confused.

Why, why is it still so dazzling even now?

[As if to answer Vortigern’s confusion]

[The sky unfolds water mirror magic again]

3.5 [A holy and magnificent city wall gradually emerged from it, and it was gradually cast onto the sea]

[Appears before your eyes in just a moment]

[The purer the dragon species, the purer the intuition. High-ranking dragon species can even see the future with this.]

[Although Vortigern is not a pure dragon]

There is no way to see the future

[However, it had a certain intuition, and its intuition was warning it to stop the wall immediately.]

[There is something dangerous there]

[Inscribed on the city wall are twelve rituals, each line closely connected, overflowing with an inviolable holy aura.]

[This is undoubtedly the nemesis of this darkness]

[Gush, gush—the great source of magic power continued to gush out, like a wave that stirred up the sea of stars.]

[Not good, that’s very bad].

Chapter 227: Twelve Holy Spears, Court Opens [Subscribe! Flowers!]

"Vortigern. I forgot to mention my wife Morgan. She is also a member of my army. She is also my proud wife and the woman who will accompany me to witness the future.

Oh, and she's also the island's master. You probably know how she'll deal with you, right?

An intriguing smile appeared on Moran's face.

He didn't care about Vortigern's anger at all.

This joyful expression seemed to be saying, "You still have the mind to look at me now? Shouldn't you be focusing on that thing that will kill you?"

It's also very interesting to talk about.

Vortigern, the incarnation of the island, chose to fall into madness, and Morgan, the master of the island, chose hope.

The two have the same roots, but have chosen completely different paths.

“—You!?”

[The moment Vortigern smelled that scent]

It is impossible for it not to recognize

[A strong sense of déjà vu foreshadows death—the Mad Dragon is pierced through the heart by the Knight King's Holy Lance]

[A scene like this comes to mind]

[The twelve spells displayed on the wall, each one contains a strong aura of the Holy 07 Spear]

"No, that's not Rhongomyniad! That gleaming spear standing at the border, of which Britain only has one... Wait... Could it be... Woman? Have you created a magecraft on par with the Holy Lance?!"

[Vortigern's expression changed drastically]

The spreading darkness is like its mood, the dark waves stir up waves chaotically, completely messy.

[It looks surprised at the scene before it]

[Crazy eyes filled with shock]

[Many darkness and curses were dispelled by the glory, and the light of the Holy Lance also merged into the immortal army.]

[Thousands of dark waves crash towards the city wall]

[As if roaring that he would never let you succeed, he wanted to devour the entire wall, including Morgan above it.]

[The city wall releases ether that has been stored for an unknown period of time]

The culmination of your and Morgan's long collaboration is here, the magic circuits inscribed on the city walls surge with magical power.

[No matter how crazy the darkness is]

[Before this holy and flawless brilliance, they can only swallow their resentment and be evaporated into smoke.]

【You are quite happy to see this scene】

[This is the fruit of your and Morgan's combined wisdom, a gift specially prepared for Vortigern.]

"...Even though she's not good at delicate work, her talent in magic is no less than mine."

Mary and I looked at the holy light in the sea of flowers.

Subconsciously, I offered praise to the extremely intelligent princess.

[Transforming the city wall that embodies the Principle Blood Ring into a magical ceremonial garment, this kind of creative idea has surpassed the realm of genius, even the gods would be shocked by this kind of creative idea.]

[The demon army is attracted by this brilliance]

[This is the dawn of their victory, which is a deadly poison to the Dark Kingdom.]