24 years old, alien god, raising the era of humanity

The ancient gods still left many legends in modern times. Compared with the star warriors we just heard about or the alien gods who have not even appeared yet, those famous gods are more real to humans.

At least, they hold certain powers and have records of hobbies and deeds. They are much cuter than the aliens who blindly bring destruction.

"Okay, okay~ That's enough chatting, Your Majesty~"

"The hero-making ceremony that Merlin prepared seems to have been completed. There will be another good show soon."

"As the best war correspondent in the world, I can't miss it!"

After chatting with Adila for a few more words, BB suddenly noticed something, made a fist with his right hand as if to cheer, and then quickly disappeared from the spot.

Through sporadic conversations between heroic spirits, a complete and huge set of false history is constructed, and Xia Xun's next plan is to push the fiction onto the real stage.

But that’s all for the second volume, and what follows is the end of the first volume.

Can Mordred repeat King Arthur's great deeds, transform into the red dragon that brings hope, and repel the white dragon that represents the will of the British Isles again?

101.The final hero is created

Dayang, foggy city, the headquarters of the National Land Retrieval Committee.

In the huge control room, there was only a strange sound that sounded regularly at this moment.

Plop, plop, plop.

The vigorous beating sound contains unparalleled vitality. Just hearing this sound, one can imagine some extremely powerful creature.

It breathes, it pulses, its power shakes the air.

"Lord Merlin...what exactly is that?"

The old queen covered her mouth and looked at the place where the sound came from in fear.

She just focused on watching the official analysis report on the information obtained from the BB live broadcast room for a while, and in the blink of an eye, Mordred's figure had disappeared.

Instead, there was an...egg?

It was in the center of the ritual circle drawn by Merlin, a cocoon made of tangled blood-colored threads, and it was even beating like a heart.

"The Guts of God."

Merlin's expression remained unchanged and he first answered the queen's question.

"To accommodate the hope of all humans on the British Isles and activate the true heart of the red dragon, it is difficult to achieve it with the spiritual base of ordinary heroic spirits."

"To do this, I must strengthen Mordred so that her body can withstand this power."

As he spoke, the beating sound in the giant bloody cocoon continued to grow stronger, reaching an uncomfortable level.

"Okay... so uncomfortable..."

The old queen clutched her chest, cold sweat streaming down her forehead.

She felt that her heartbeat was also being assimilated by the so-called viscera of God, and the strange resonance and trembling made people feel chilly in their hearts.

Not only the queen, but also other humans in the control room were feeling somewhat unwell, but their physical fitness was much stronger than that of an old woman over eighty years old, so they were not unable to stand firmly.

"This is the call of the blood of the red dragon. The closer a person's bloodline is to the red dragon, the closer the resonance with the red dragon will be."

After explaining the origin of the agitation, Merlin looked sideways at everyone present.

Some people don't seem to believe this statement. After all, many people standing here are not descendants of King Arthur.

"The so-called civilization is spiritual identity and inheritance in faith."

"When you sing the praises of the King of Knights, recall the glory of Camelot, and look forward to the power of King Arthur, you are the successors of the Red Dragon."

"Civilization does not continue through the reproduction of animals, it is passed on through the exchanges between people. When history is buried, forgotten, and all records burned, civilization will be completely destroyed."

After hearing Merlin's words, everyone present showed thoughtful expressions.

Just like Dayan, it has been occupied and ruled by foreigners several times, but the culture and ideas are deeply rooted in the land. The people living there have changed one after another, but the Chinese civilization has always flourished.

And like Rice, the native Indian race there has been completely wiped out. Even if there are surviving tribesmen, they are kept together like rare animals. As for the culture and history, they have long been lost in the flames.

On this land, people go back and forth, and the stories left behind for future generations to admire and praise are the fire of civilization.

"That is to say...can we also be called descendants of King Arthur?"

A middle-aged man stood up and said with a pale face, covering his chest.

In today's turbulent era, it is practical to be able to hold on to someone.

"Isn't that what you've always done?"

Merlin smiled somewhat mockingly and said nonchalantly.

"The severance of blood is not the reason for the demise of civilization, forgetting is."

"And you who keep history in your memory and uphold the spirit of chivalry can naturally be called King Arthur's people."

Merlin's thoughts were also Xia Xun's thoughts.

When a certain myth is no longer known, when a nation’s history is no longer mentioned, when a certain tradition is no longer cared about.

That's when they die.

With Merlin's approval, many people present smiled.

They have always been worried, fearing that the heroic spirits who have emerged from history will not recognize them as their descendants, and may even go to war against current humans because of issues left over from history.

But with Merlin's words, they finally let it go. Heroic spirits, beings that are attached to human history and legends, are inherently difficult to be racist.

For example, the Celtics disappeared from history, but their culture and ideas were absorbed and integrated into today's Daying. In this way, the Celtics can be regarded as one of the integral parts of Daying.

"Merlin...are you there?"

"Why can't I see anything?"

"Where is the fairy knight Lancelot? How much time do we have...?"

At this time, Mordred's voice came from the viscera of God. She seemed to have lost her perception of the outside world, and there was a sense of helplessness in her words.

"I'm here, Mordred."

Moving closer to the giant bloody cocoon, Merlin responded softly.

This voice made Mordred feel more at ease. As long as he was there, there should be no problem.

"The activation ceremony of the Red Dragon's Heart is currently underway. The people of the entire British Isles will lend their power to you. You only need to absorb this power, store it in your own body, wait for the cocoon to be reborn, and then go to defeat the White Dragon. Enough."

"As for the Fairy Knight Lancelot, I already have a way to deal with her, so don't worry."

To be honest, the Hero Creation Ceremony cannot be completed in an instant.

In the legend of King Arthur, Merlin spent decades to shape Arthur Pendragon into a qualified king, so that everyone living in the British Isles pinned their hopes on him.

But now, although he has tried his best to simplify the process of creating a hero, it still takes a lot of effort for Merlin to complete this ceremony completely.

"Is that so...I will try my best."

Mordred could also feel the power flowing out of his body.

Every time the heart beats, huge magic power will burst out. They continuously circulate through the limbs and bones, strengthening her spiritual base and body.

Is this... the power King Arthur once had?

So powerful, so dazzling.

It embodies the hope of all human beings in the British Isles and will surely lead them to their desired future.

Although it was already dark, Mordred still closed her eyes. She wanted to go all out to feel the weight of this hope and shoulder the responsibility that her father had once shouldered.

When the butterfly breaks out of the cocoon and takes flight, the great cause of conquering the White Dragon will be repeated.

"Then we just have to wait...how much time do we have?"

Merlin retracted his hand. The beating of the giant bloody cocoon could no longer be stopped. The hero-making ceremony had reached the final stage that could not be destroyed.

"The White Dragon has already pushed half of the Isle of Man into the sea level, and is expected to invade the densely populated area where we implement the evacuation plan in another hour."

"During this period, several other major members of the Security Council continued to send us applications for joint military operations, but they were all firmly rejected by us."

"It has been 49 minutes since Vortigern appeared, and he has caused thousands of people to disappear and nearly [-] billion pounds of property damage..."

The clerk brought up a screen, which contained a current affairs report on this incident.

"Hmph... If the planes of those people who don't take it too seriously to watch the excitement are allowed to cross the British airspace, they will definitely be happy to test the lethality of nuclear weapons against extraordinary creatures."

"And if you really want to attack that white dragon, the amount of force you use must be extraordinary. The Isle of Man will definitely disappear from the map and the British Isles will also suffer huge losses."

"This is something we absolutely cannot allow, allowing the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to continue to condemn those rogue countries!"

The old queen also saw the incident report and the actions that other countries were eager to take.

Some hooligans have no sympathy for the crisis that Great Britain is suffering from, and even want to take out mushroom bombs and shit in the center of the British Isles, and then say something like that.

"It's okay for other countries, and they can still stop it through diplomatic means... But the Fairy Knight, she's already here..."

The staff also agreed with the queen's judgment, but the greatest threat at present was the elf knight Lancelot.

At this moment, Melusin has transformed into a giant steel dragon, attacking the fog city at super high speed. This is a master who can't get into anything.

After hearing this, everyone looked at Merlin.

He just said that he has a way to deal with the fairy knight.

"Okay, okay... don't look at me, I will stop the Fairy Knight."

With a helpless shrug, Merlin arranged another magic circle on the ground.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while this time. After Mordred comes out, we can use this magic circle to teleport near the white dragon, so as not to spend too much time moving."

"Everyone, see you again~"

After saying this, Merlin winked at the most beautiful female staff member in the control room, and then disappeared with a gust of wind mixed with petals from nowhere.

Seeing this situation, people in the control room couldn't help but look at each other.

Although this court magician has always given people the impression of being frivolous and lazy, he can indeed give people an infinite sense of security in every critical moment.

Now that he left, everyone felt panicked again.

"Your Excellency Merlin...should he be fine?"

Someone said uncertainly that it would be a bit dangerous to intercept the Elf Knight Melusin who was constantly firing Star Destroyer Cannons. It was also more likely that he would die without a whole body.