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

Just moving is already a natural disaster that destroys everything.

The giant feet, as thick as Optimus Prime, were raised and lowered. The tectonic plates were trampled down like tofu, and large amounts of seawater continued to gush out instead of the ground.

If this monster is allowed to continue its rampage, the entire continent may be ravaged and shattered.

"Is this King Vortigern? Is this thing scarier than Godzilla?"

"Damn it, I just saw in news reports that a giant dragon landed on the Isle of Man. At that time, I thought it was just a strong beast. Now I look at it... TMD is a continent breaker!"

"Oh my god, he is simply a living island. How did King Arthur kill him back then?"

The form of the white dragon is the will of nature.

Human beings who saw this scene could only scream feebly, and then were completely swallowed up by this infinite power.

Seeing this monster that literally had clouds on its head, the sea on its feet, and devoured land moving forward, a feeling of despair spread in everyone's hearts.

Just over 30 kilometers in front of King Bei, the largest human refuge on the Isle of Man is established there.

There are still more than 10,000 people in the shelter. They are ordinary civilians who were not able to buy tickets to leave as soon as possible, and were not given priority to receive national rescue.

It was only an hour and a half after Bailong woke up from the coastline of the Isle of Man. Dayang tried his best to guide the residents to evacuate and mobilized all means of transportation to leave the Isle of Man, but they only took away almost half of the residents. That’s all.

The rest can only hide in the open-air shelter in fear, watching helplessly as the monster standing in the sky above their heads approaches step by step.

Every step taken by the humble king Vortigern is an earthquake. He brings death and destruction visible to the naked eye, and the materialized natural disaster that is constantly approaching.

"God...save us..."

"Why! Why don't you let us on board!"

"Where's King Arthur! Didn't you say that you're going to use the Holy Grail to summon King Arthur! Why hasn't he appeared to defeat the white dragon yet?"

The shelter was built near a port, and countless people crowded at the mouth of the coast, hoping that the next ship would take them away.

At the same time, many people were praying devoutly.

The objects of prayer include not only the gods and Buddhas, but also the red dragon Arthur who defeated the white dragon Vortigern.

"Hey... look! What is that!"

While these refugees were still complaining, someone suddenly noticed something strange on the horizon.

Under the heavy dark clouds, a substantial black-red thunder column descended. It didn't look like lightning at all, but rather like a liquid entity leaning downwards.

"Is it a heroic spirit? It must be a heroic spirit! A heroic spirit appears to save us!"

"Oh my god, that must be King Arthur! The red lightning must be the red dragon Arthur! He is here to save us!"

"It's a pity that the electronic communication on this island has been destroyed by Bailong. We can't see the BB live broadcast room at all."

The refugees cheered, finally seeing hope.

On this island that has lost contact with the outside world, the light that breaks through despair is so dazzling that everyone is looking forward to the appearance of the hero who can save the world.

But what they didn't expect was that it was not Bailong who destroyed the Isle of Man's external communications, but Da Ying officials.

Some people don't want the tragedy here to be seen by outsiders, so they block the real-time images that may be transmitted.

The heavy clouds high in the sky also prevented satellite photography. This is why no live video of the Isle of Man has been released to the outside world.

"Hey, it seems there is an Internet connection?"

"Yes, the data connection has been restored?"

"Hurry, hurry, we can see it in the BB live broadcast room!"

Just as the refugees were trying to look into the distance, trying to see King Arthur clearly, someone in the crowd noticed something unusual.

The communication network that was disconnected an hour ago has now been restored for some reason.

Realizing that the scene could not be seen from the port, and that the heroic spirit who fought against the white dragon could only be known through the BB live broadcast room, people took out their mobile phones and opened the most commonly used video website.

Of course, there were so many people present at the scene, how could BB let them go?

When he discovered that Daying had cut off the communication on the Isle of Man, BB used a little trick to connect the network again.

Through the screen, these poor people living in the Isle of Man, who were truly facing the natural disaster, finally saw the red light pillar blocking the white dragon.

Falling from the sky, piercing the low-hanging dark clouds, black and red thunder flowed on the broken earth.

A figure slowly walked out of the beam of light.

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She was wearing silver-white armor and a horned helmet. She was not tall, but her steps seemed heavy and steady.

"F! Ti! Geng!"

The dry voice came from the knight's mouth, just like the muffled thunder exploding in the silent night sky.

After being called out his true name, Bailong's slow but firm footsteps paused in mid-air.

Everyone could clearly see that this monster, which had an island reef as its body and white sand as its scales, looked like a walking island. It actually opened its eyes.

A sense of horror, like the earth opening its eyes, swept over the audience who saw this scene.

"A...Se..."

The earth not only opened its eyes, but also spoke.

This sound seemed to come from the center of the earth, and even caused echoes in the vast sky.

It stared at Mordred, with a murderous hatred in its eyes.

In the eyes of the humble king Vortigern, this red figure is more terrifying and terrifying than the flocks of iron birds that occasionally cast small fireballs in the sky, and than the billions of disgusting insects that cling to the earth and wriggle humblely. !

"I am not a king, but a person who follows in the king's footsteps."

Mordred took a step forward, Clarent appearing in his hands.

There were faint cracks in the armor on her body, and the excessive power caused her spiritual base to collapse.

"You... are not Arthur..."

Bailong stared at Mordred again, seeming to be sure of something. The huge eyeballs turned and looked at the 10,000+ humans gathered in the distance.

With just one glance, many people fell to their knees and vomited in a daze.

The eyeballs of the humble king Vortigern are dark brown sarcoma-shaped organs, which are dozens of meters in size. Being stared at by this kind of thing is almost like being stared directly at by an ancient god.

"In order to protect the peace of the king, I will expel all enemies."

Ignoring the white dragon's movements, Mordred quietly raised his sword.

She had lost her understanding of the sound at this time, and blood was gurgling from the sides of her helmet.

Both eyes were also filled with blood, leaving only a black outline looking at the enemy.

"Rebel to my gorgeous father!"

With the release of the true name of the Noble Phantasm, the magic power that was no different from the explosion exploded from Mordred's body, and the originally rough-shaped ground was completely blown away, revealing the solid rock slab underneath.

The black and red light beams from bottom to top instantly dispersed the dark clouds covering the entire Isle of Man. The moon and the sun reappeared in the dusk sky. They worked hard to spread their presence and prepare for the reappearance of this epic. And flashing.

"what!!!!"

Mordred roared angrily and used all his strength to swing down the sword in his hand.

The beam of light that penetrated the heaven and earth then fell down. This was simply an attack like a punishment from heaven.

This is the final blow.

She thought silently.

After swinging this sword, Mordred's spiritual base will be torn apart and exploded by the infinitely expanding magic power.

But, it doesn't matter anymore.

As long as you can follow in the king's footsteps.

As long as I can drive away the enemy for the king.

As long as I can share the loneliness of that back view.

"The Holy Grail...if you are really conscious."

Deep in his heart, Mordred made a wish on the Holy Grail in his body.

"Please absorb my magic power and regenerate the holy blood until it is full."

"I want to soothe my father's sorrow...so please create a world where my father can smile and don't have to bear everything alone."

105.Failure of the Cavaliers

The black-red light beam emitted by Mordred directly collided with the dragon body of the humble king Vortigern in the midst of everyone's attention.

The scales formed by the rugged mountains were blasted open, revealing a jade-like dragon bone inside.

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"hold head high……"

Feeling the pain, Bailong looked up to the sky and screamed.

Sound waves visible to the naked eye spread out, causing the residents who remained on the Isle of Man to cover their ears in pain.

"Can it be successful..."

"It worked! Its body was destroyed!"

"Isn't that right...it doesn't seem to be powerful enough?"

In the BB live broadcast room, viewers can watch the battle from a bird's eye view.

The Noble Phantasm that Mordred released this time was more than five times more powerful than in its normal state, but a light cannon of this magnitude was still unable to cover the entire body of the white dragon.

The body of the humble king Vortigern is too huge. Its trunk is ten kilometers long from the dragon's head to its tail, covering an area of ​​dozens of square kilometers, and its body weight is even more difficult to calculate.

It's not so much a living thing as it is a coastline with legs.

"hold head high……"

The coastline roared upwards, and the faint light cast by the west-slanting sun and the east-rising moon formed tiny particles in the sky. They roared and rotated, uncontrollably sweeping towards the open mouth of King Vortigern.

The white dragon that swallows light, this is its power.