In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

The conscience is asking, what is the difference between his own actions and the beasts, he wants to sweep away the monsters and does not want to be a ghost father!

Besides, Mordred was not a good boy like Ellie.

Rosen is extremely painful, and dealing with these matters is even more troublesome than fighting wits with Morgan. If you really want to think with your lower body, why should you hide in Europe.

But...it's hard to leave it alone.

Having already figured out the temperament of the bear child, for fear that this guy would raise the sword of rebellion against himself after his mind was confused, Rosen held back his desire and walked over to rub Mordred's blond hair.

"Don't be confused, don't think too much, just follow your heart."

"My heart?"

"Yes, what you want to do now, just do it." Rosen paused, feeling a little guilty.

This child hasn't seen anything unhealthy recently. If it comes too violently, will he avoid it or just enjoy it painfully?

However, Rosen thought too much, and Mordred was ignorant about certain things, let alone pushing it, even the difficult operation of confession.

She was only stunned for a moment, then obeyed Rosen's 'order', folded her arms around Rosen's waist, buried her delicate face in the latter's chest, and took a deep breath.

Yes, that's the taste, a pleasant taste.

The man's breath penetrated into his nose, and Mordred smiled. This smile was a little less violent and seemed extremely peaceful.

Silent and speechless, Rosen felt the fiery body temperature of the bear child, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Tucao height?It doesn't seem appropriate.Said she was holding too tight?It was as if he was about to be stabbed to death.

After thinking for a long time, Rosen spit out a sentence:

"Mordred, you seem to have grown up a bit."

No one knew what he was talking about, Rosen looked up at the night sky with a smile on his lips, and suddenly frowned again.

Hey, why does it feel like being peeped!

There is no moon tonight, low clouds cover London, and no one can perceive a shadow of the same color against the dark background.

There is no magic power, no degenerate breath, not even energy fluctuations. This black shadow stands quietly in the sky, looking down at the brightly lit city. Even though there are multiple heroic spirits in this city, but in front of it, it is the same as the air. There is no difference.

After standing for a few minutes, the shadow finally began to twist, and then a voice composed of mental waves came out.

"Envy has failed, King Arthur still exists, and Britain is not destroyed."

"I've said it before, that woman doesn't have enough energy, she's just wasting resources."

"Why not let greed handle it? At least one high-ranking Heroic Spirit can fall, how can it be so helpless like now."

"Then you mean that all my arrangements for Britain have failed?"

"Exactly."

Like several people using the same body to talk, the mental wave was extremely noisy, and it took a few minutes before the chaos of the pot-throwing situation calmed down.

"The plan has failed, and it is pointless to discuss these things. Now we should think about how to remedy it."

"How to fix it? Do you want to destroy the city in one blow?"

"It's meaningless. Heroic spirits will not be destroyed. This can only waste a lot of energy."

"Then go check it out and find out who ruined the plan! All the heroic spirits involved are not allowed to let go!"

The invisible spiritual force pierced from the sky, and no heroic spirit could perceive it. Like a radar scan, ordinary people in London were instantly swept away, and some information immediately appeared in the hands of the shadow.

"The battle report says it's Mordred, but I don't believe it. Hmph, a mere median heroic spirit can do this? This is an insult to my IQ!"

"This has nothing to do with IQ, it must be investigated, but be careful, the rebellious knights who return to the round table are not easy to deal with."

"No, from the humans at the airport, this Mordred is about to leave Britain."

"This is an opportunity! Do you want to do it?"

Sombra held a meeting above King Arthur to discuss how to deal with her son, and soon, the final result was revealed.

"The most important thing is to let the 'Pride' degenerate in the end. Seeing that her purpose is in Rome, let's just let the 'Void' solve it."

"But before that, that 'Assassin' can also take advantage."

"Just do it."

Opinions were unified, the shadow stared at this super city for the last time, and turned into nothingness in the night wind...

Like it never happened.

PS: This is the end of the first volume, Sahua~~~ Next is the second volume.

Chapter 89 Bless this Saber-faced world

An old-fashioned transport plane was flying above the clouds, and the strong airflow made the plane a little bumpy, making people afraid that this old man with at least 50 years of history would fall apart like this. Fortunately, the passengers are not ordinary people, even if the whole plane 'squeaks and squeaks' 'Ring, still having fun.

"Mom, mom, we're flying in the sky!" Jack knelt on the chair, eyes close to the window, looking at the clouds below with excitement.

"Hey, a kid is a kid, and it's so noisy to take a plane."

The image of this bumpkin naturally aroused Mordred's contempt. The bear boy had driven a fighter jet and was very impatient with this slow flight. He yawned and shouted to the front:

"Rosen, you drive faster, I want to sleep!"