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

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[The Realm Dragon raises its head and roars to the sky]

[A sound that has not been heard for five hundred years is now echoing in Great Britain.]

You spread your wings and gaze at the sky.

[He rushed towards the dark sky with the Fairy Princess. Any haze could not escape the light.]

[The overflowing heat is a breath that is enough to tear the earth apart]

You are not affected by air pressure and temperature.

The dark wings that split the sky are unfettered by inertia, as if to say that the sky is his domain.

A thin film covers the outer side of the trunk.

You protect Morgan attentively.

[Even if she is flying at a high speed of 1200 kilometers per hour, it will not have any impact on her]

“Roar—150!!”

[Another roar resounded through the sky]

Compared to the symbolic meaning of the first sound, this second sound is imbued with a tremendous amount of etheric magic.

Like the boiling aurora rippling within the Holy Cauldron, the boiling tide of magic power spread indifferently, sweeping across the area at an incredible speed.

【Sweep away all the haze you see】

Galloping across the dusk sky.

Turn the sound of the wind into chirping and spread your wings to fly.

"......This is?"

Morgan was dazzled by the light.

One hand was slightly raised to half cover her cheek, and then she saw the unforgettable and peerless beauty in her life——

[The low setting sun dyes the sky a madder color]

The distant horizon seemed to be enchanted, the hazy sky transformed into a magic mirror reflecting both poles.

【I was moved by this scene】

Britain, embroiled in a dark storm since birth, still possesses such stunning scenery.

[Like a dream, dreamlike, full of light and color]

She couldn't help but forget about time.

No matter how much time passes, Morgan will clearly remember the precious miracle presented by the Realm Dragon.

[At the same time, it is also a treasure of her memory].

Chapter 103: The Price of Miracles [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly pass!]

"This is what Albion saw when it first arrived in Britain, and it was this that led it to decide to stay in Britain.

The most precious thing Albion possesses is this sky that separates heaven from earth, stars from the universe."

Moran flew freely in the sky.

The dark wings burned with ether and burst out with power, and at the same time he did not forget to tell Morgan about the record.

"Morgan, I'm not wrong, am I? Doesn't the magnificent scenery of Britain still exist here? It has remained unchanged for thousands of years."

"........."

Morgan felt his heart flutter.

Gently caressing the warmth conveyed by the realm dragon under his seat.

This is the first time in my life that something like this has happened.

[The Realm Dragon does not soar for itself]

[This time, you took off for the girl in pain]

[You are also an existence rejected by this world, and you will also accept destruction sooner or later.]

[Looking at the girl who is gradually becoming frustrated]

[——You want to reach out and save me]

This is reason enough.

The people of Britain look up at the bright sky

【No one is not lost in this magnificent view】

[Faintly, it seems like I hear a distant and vague bell sound]

[Those caught in the turmoil of war all marveled at this miracle that only lasted for one day.]

[As if being led back to the past]

When the island was not in the dark ages

"This aura...is it my illusion..."

There was a figure in front of the decaying throne.

His armor was stained black and covered by shadows.

The old man looked up at the beautiful and dazzling crimson sky, and the turbidity in his eyes seemed to dissipate for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

Lost in a trance of reminiscing about the past.

"It's so nostalgic to still see this familiar landscape... It's a shame it doesn't fit with Britain today."

Hatred filled the old man's eyes.

There is not an ounce of human rationality in it.

Despite this, he still did not bow his head.

It was as if he wanted to remember the past scenery deep in his heart and turn it into fuel for the next war.

The old man was known as the humble king Futigeng by the world.

"It will be soon. Britain will be in our hands soon. Uther and those guys are just trying to stop the chariot. Even though the trend of the times has come, how can I forget the past? How can I abandon the past?"

Vortigern sat on the ground and looked at the sky.

It seemed as if it wanted to protect this past scenery, but even it knew that it was a miracle that only lasted for one day.

I don't know by whose hands it was created.

I can't help but want to express my gratitude in my heart.

But then he thought of Britain's desolation and end.

Gratitude turned into hatred like a second-order reversal.

Deep love, deep hatred.

"Hahahaha... Britain must be destroyed! Humanity must be destroyed! All of this will become nothingness!"

There was no life in the cold and silent hall.

There is only a tyrant consumed by madness and hatred, who is filled with disgust for everything in this world.

The storm in Britain will continue.

The fire of hatred is burning fiercely.

You performed a miracle that lasted only one day.

This scene is etched in the hearts of the British people, and no one will ever forget this beauty.

They will continue to fight

[The desire for survival and beauty is in no way inferior to Vortigern's madness and alien desires.]

You swoop down from the sky and fly back to the ground.

Morgan also returned to the castle.

[She felt like Cinderella experiencing a fairy tale throughout the whole process, witnessing beauty that cannot be simply described in words]

You bring her irreplaceable light

Although it was a miracle that only lasted one day, Morgan will remember it in his mind and will never forget it.

[This is the first time I’ve felt this warmth]

【She is still unsatisfied】

"Moran...thank you..."

Morgan blushed slightly and turned away.

She looked at the handsome Moran in front of her, and subconsciously thought of the wonderful scene she had just seen.

A warm current flows into my heart.

I have never felt this way when interacting with others before.

"Well, actually, I want to thank you too. Morgan, you've shown me precious things these past few days. I hope that, like the sky, the light of your soul will never fade."

"Your gift is very valuable. After seeing a view like that, I feel like I owe you a huge favor."

Morgan responded seriously.

She thought that scene was more precious than gold.

"Haha, I want to say that you don't have to feel too burdened, but even if I say that, you won't accept it..."

"Moran, it's good that you know!"

The atmosphere between the two is very harmonious.

Just like the combination of cream and sugar.

"`...Calculating the time, I have to leave too."

Moran said after a moment of silence.

Morgan couldn't stop the frustration rising in his heart, but he didn't let it show on his face.

"Moran, you are a knight, and you have indeed stayed with me for too long. You should bring glory to Britain."

"You don't have to act tough in front of me. I'm not going away forever. I'll come find you as soon as I have time. Then, everything will be the same as it is now."

"Really? Don't you have any consideration for ladies? And you have such a bad heart..."

Morgan could no longer hide his true identity after being exposed.

She looked away a little shyly.

This quiet witch who has stayed in seclusion for a long time still doesn't know how to control the distance.

Like the relationship with Moran.

She didn't know how to deal with it.

[And so, you left Yantajar]

Morgan, alone in the castle, gazes up at the starry sky, feeling the endless loneliness ahead. (Nord Zhao)

[There was more hope in her heart]

“Grr… I’ve overstayed my welcome…”

Moran fell from the air into the woods.

The magic armor he was wearing dissipated, and the flames emitted by the engine also went out.