In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Be sure to come back, I want to give birth to a child for you!"

.......

In just an instant, Rosen felt that his whole body was full of FLAG, and the enthusiasm of the British people, even if he was lucky, he would have to die suddenly.

But there was no way, he could only smile and wave to the surroundings, like a monkey watching.After finally getting into the jeep, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the major in the front seat strangely.

Mad, this group of knights of the round table is really black-hearted. With such a big battle to attract ordinary people, whoever wants to be ashamed would dare to back down.

As long as you run away, the glory at the moment will become a demon, and even if others don't say it, you will fall into guilt for the rest of your life.

Rosen turned his attention back to the sea of ​​consciousness and observed the expressions of the three heroic spirits at the moment.

Jack still didn't care, he was stabbing the ground with a short knife.

Mordred, on the other hand, had a look of 'how embarrassing you are', and gloated slightly out of dissatisfaction with last night.And Arash is in trouble...

The black-haired youth holds a bow in one hand and looks straight ahead with a firm look in his eyes. As a hero who saves the world, his meaning is to sacrifice his life for the world. In order to send off the smiles of the people, he can abandon this body and roar up to the sky:

【Stella!!】

'I don't know if my foresight counts as a deserter, and I become a wicked person who ignores the people. ' Rosen felt a little pain in his eggs, and the voice only played in the ears of the big hero:

"Arash."

"Master, what's the matter?" The young man withdrew his gaze.

"After the battle with Mordred yesterday, do you remember the situation I talked to you?"

"Of course I remember that the monster's conspiracy is to transfer the British troops away, creating a void in the rear." Arash paused and adjusted his words: "This is very consistent with the art of war, but I still have some doubts. For example, the monster is really just a frontal breakthrough, then It was self-defeating."

Everything is Rosen's inference, and Arash doesn't know any demon concubine Morgan, and always feels that the risk is too great.

This is the power of four heroic spirits, and it is enough to turn the tables on any battlefield. Just because of a conjecture, it will go its own way. If it fails, how can it be worthy of the British people.

"So I made changes to the plan. You go north to support you alone. I will sneak back to London and use my spiritual power to contact you to see how the monsters will behave."

This is Rosen's latest plan after he got the big hero. It is more calm, and it can be regarded as adding double insurance. Even if he thinks too much, he doesn't have to flee Britain quickly.

"Don't you put your eggs in one basket?" Arash nodded with a smile, "I see, leave the Northern Front to me."

With a big hero in the north, Rosen is very relieved. No matter how bad it is, the ultra-long-range Noble Phantasm is not a joke. It only needs a severe pain of conscience and a little risk.

He looked around in the sea of ​​consciousness, cared about the mental state of the two bear children, and returned his attention to the world.

At this time, the convoy just entered the military camp, and saw that the open space next to the railway was full of tents.

Tens of thousands of soldiers lined up in columns, entered the carriages in squadrons, and then marched to the northern front as a whole.

Rosen looked at it from a distance, always feeling like the animals that were sent to the slaughterhouse, only one was slaughtered passively, and the other was actively sent to death.He has no intention of laughing at ordinary people, and even a little in awe of these people. After all, if you throw the blame on the heroic spirit, everything will be fine, so why go to the front line in person.

He suddenly hoped that the monsters would act as he thought, at least in this way, Britain could avoid the endless war of attrition, and the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers would survive.

Thinking of this, Rosen looked up to the north, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the limitations of time and space, nailed to a magic cave somewhere in Scotland.

My chess piece has fallen, and it's your turn, the demon concubine Morgan!

Chapter 47 汇集

Following Rosen's gaze all the way to the north, across the intricate front lines, there are ruins everywhere, and the ruined villages and cities seem to remind mankind that the world is still in a doomsday crisis.

Jumping over York, which has been occupied, and entering Scotland further north, as one of the earliest devil's caves in the world, the air presents a light black smoke due to the erosion of monsters, like methane in a dense forest. Weakened and turned into a corpse.

It is no longer suitable for human habitation. Even if Britain regains the land, it will take a long time to restore the ecology.The impact of monsters on the environment is not great, so the beauty of Scotland's oil paintings still exists. The mountains, hills, and deep lakes are scattered. It is not like an abyss as people imagined. Instead, it has become more magnificent after there are no humans.

of course there are exceptions--

The northern part of Scotland was inaccessible in the old days. It was full of towering mountains and valleys, and the sky was shrouded in black mist all year round. No satellite could know what was inside.

The demonic energy in the air is like substance, beyond human imagination. There are no portals, no monster eggs everywhere, and no jet-black beam of light reaching the sky. It is just a distortion of space, and an adult flying dragon appears in this world.

Like a newborn baby, Feilong's magical aura is very low. It stood in a daze for a while, and suddenly spread its wings and flew in one direction as if activated.Jumping over the obstacles of the mountains, the dark tide surging in the deep valley below, turned out to be a monster beyond sight!

Zombies, skeletons, floating ghosts, huge Chimeras, and various puppets like killing machines, tens of thousands of monsters crowded together to form a scalp-numbing magic picture.

What is even more frightening is that as many as dozens of monsters do not kill each other, everyone seems to be at peace with each other, except for the occasional sound of dragons and beasts, like a well-disciplined army.

The flying dragon found an open space and fell, and a little black energy immediately gathered and slowly nourished its body. It let out a cheerful dragon roar, and together with thousands of its kind who were determined to destroy the world, they looked at an ancient castle by the lake, with kindness in their eyes. sense.

A woman is standing at the top of the castle, with blonde hair reaching her waist, a peculiarly styled robe exposing her entire abdomen and half of her chest, wearing a blue crown, the black veil hanging down from the crown covers her face, and she can only be vaguely recognized by her extreme appearance. Beautiful, but similar to a person—

The protector of Britain, the Knight King Arthur!

The woman who looked like Arthur looked at the endless monsters under the mountain, and showed a sinister smile. The plan was almost successful, and Artoria's expression must be very interesting.

If you ask Morgan whether he has any memories other than jealousy and anger, no one in the world knows, but demonization is to elicit the strongest evil thoughts. Maybe other feelings that he once had have been forgotten at this moment.

Demonization is not temptation or erosion, it is just to stimulate evil thoughts in the heart, and among the countless heroic spirits in the world, no one can be pure and flawless, and they have never had negative emotions, but the proportion of good and evil is different. .

The darker the heart, the easier it is to fall. From this point of view, Heroic Spirits are actually not much different from humans.

At this time, light footsteps came from behind her, and Morgan turned his head to look, showing a very charming smile:

"Is everything done?"

"It's done, your fakes are a bit of a waste."

The voice of the visitor was neither male nor female, and even the body shape could not be clearly seen, as if it was condensed by a large black magic energy.