The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

Sorry, it's the medieval version, and the Heavenly Falling series can't beat childhood sweethearts.

Uncle Qianqian 7K today. Originally, according to the usual practice, I wanted to change ten times in the early morning of Sunday.

As a result, 11W words were published in two weeks, saying that I was too fast and couldn’t hold back

It would be even better tomorrow morning at five, see you there or be square.

It seems to be on the new book list, so let's rush

Everyone voted too fiercely, so I directly put uncle on the new book list...

That being the case, after thinking about it, it is better to challenge your own limit.

Open a new book list

Small bounty.

2000 recommended votes count as 2k update

200 monthly pass

Don’t forget about tipping or something, wouldn’t it be delicious to buy spare ribs by yourself?

How much is owed and sent together on the shelf, I am afraid that I will be pushed too hard, so let's set an upper limit of ten updates.

I really don’t dare to be too high, I have to pay back the episode if I haven’t made it, although I am the author of pii, amphibious, but at least I’m lying on the shore now, okay?

Of course, the normal addition of updates every day doesn't count as a reward.

In fact, it has been updated every day for the past two weeks, and it is the same when it is on the shelves. Just get used to it.

Oh yes, it's five o'clock in the morning tonight.

Chapter 36 This world is not worthy of making me submit (3K)

"The two children of the family went out to travel together, and the fields at home were also abandoned one after another. The old knight gave them all to you to take care of them."

"You go back and forth between your own experimental field and your home, and now you can travel hundreds of miles as easily as wearing clothes and drinking water."

"However, the witch in the honeymoon period still can't bear to be separated from you even for a quarter of an hour."

"Since my sister is already married, there is no Shura field to meet. So she also joined your project and began to make suggestions for your plan for Britain's grain production."

"Plow the fields if you have something to do, and feed the witch if you have nothing to do."

"Morgan's demands show no signs of abating. Rather, after you unleashed her switch, her demands are getting stronger and bolder."

"Whether it's a bedroom, a bath, a forest or a field."

"Whether it's day, noon, twilight or night."

"You are spreading moist rain and dew everywhere, watering the vegetation in the deep forest to flourish, melting together like glue."

"The ambiguous and charming time passes day by day, and you seem to have stepped into the peaceful life of happiness and peace of mind in the past."

"Spring turns to autumn, and soon it will be the golden season of harvest. You excitedly showed Morgan your plump wheat seeds that are about to grow, and after a few days, all of them withered and withered."

""

"Looking at the wheat field that almost withered overnight, bathed in the bright autumn light, the field showed a dead gray withered and decayed."

"Your sowing has failed."

"Why is this happening?"

"You and Morgan carefully inspected the root tissue of the crops, and found that because they absorbed too much magic power, they accelerated their growth crazily, passed the mature stage, and then directly entered the decline."

"No, that's unreasonable."

"During the time of the Clock Tower, your subject research was already very mature. Now in the Age of Gods, your ability to cast spells has made a qualitative leap."

"There is no reason not to make progress but to regress. This is not a crude mistake you will make."

"And you will patronize your own experimental field every day, and the awareness of the ultimate creature is even less likely to allow the intrusion of outsiders."

"You can't find any rational explanation for such a failure."

"But you didn't lose heart, nor did you feel discouraged. In the spring of next year, you further expanded the scale of your experimental field, and carefully selected more and more tolerant varieties of crops, and analyzed them. Batch planting."

"As time goes by, the flowers are picking up in the evening. You gradually heard about Artoria's deeds, and it slowly spread on this British island."

"Slaying ferocious giants, crusading tyrannical lords, and exterminating the Anza people's army 'Pure White and Stainless Knight Princess' gradually gained fame and emerged."

"It looks like her travels are going pretty well."

"You immediately looked forward to meeting her again, what kind of interesting scene will it be?"

"Although, the status of the son of the red dragon in your heart cannot be compared with that of the witch. This kind of thing is the most clear to the witch who is held in your arms every day and works violently."

"The name of Morgan Le Fay is engraved on your clear determination. For Artoria, you have nothing but pity."

"You can feel her heart for you, but your fate to kill her is out of sympathy and sympathy, not that thing called 'love'."

"I just hope that she can hold out a few more swords in the next fight."

"The next autumn. Your crops are still withered before they reach maturity."

"You continued to improve your skills, and even developed an all-weather temperature and humidity adjustment system through the structure of shadow magic. Even in the 21st century, it is impossible to have such superior farming conditions."

"Autumn of the third year."

"The ending hasn't changed in any way."

"You stare silently at the corpses of those wheat ears lying down on the field, without saying a word."

"The inexplicable failure of farming, trying to create more fertile and more productive varieties of the gods, will die before they mature anyway. This illogical phenomenon is no longer something that can be explained by magic, but rather"

"There's no need to try again, Alvin."

The autumn light caresses the strokes, and the world is clear.

The brook is gurgling, the fallen leaves of the red maple are flying and fluttering, the autumn of the British Isles is as beautiful as ever, and the gorgeous scenery is like a meaningful picture scroll.

Only in front of Su Shu was a scene of decay and death.

The British Witch stood beside the taller and taller silver-haired young man, her blue eyes staring at the lifeless gray in front of her.

"Don't beat yourself up, you did your best, it's not your problem.

"It's the very existence of the crops themselves that is 'denied'. "

"Refuse"

whispered the word.

The young man's voice was very soft.

There was not a trace of undulation in the iron-gray eyes.

"Rejected by what?"

"—By, this "Will of the World". "

Morgan lowered his eyelids and looked at the ground beneath his feet.

"I've guessed why, Alvin.

"You also know that Britain is now experiencing the decline of the age of the gods. Since the beginning of the Christian era, humans and gods have been cut off, which is the general trend.

"In the next few decades, the true ether on this island will gradually recede back into the sea of ​​stars. This planet will not allow such life-changing crops that can continue the age of gods to appear.

"Food is the most basic and critical need for survival. If your research is successful, it will save the lives of countless people on this island—that will predictably delay the decline of the Age of Gods.

"So, by the will of the world itself

"—Your research was "rejected" by him. "

"That's it."

He took one last look at the withered death in front of him.

The young man took the witch's hand, turned around without looking back, and left.

"Let's go, Morgan, and see Hector.

"Next spring, we'll come again.

"I'm not giving up on this research.

"The will of the world"?

"He, is not worthy of making me submit."

"You didn't give up on your own research, and instead started to seek how to break through the shackles of such a destiny."

"Just like Merlin's seemingly perfect utopia, even the will of the world can never be perfect."

"You, who are proficient in debugging, want to find the hole in that world and inject the virus called the ultimate creature into it."

"Time has changed. Unlike you, the son of the white dragon who hides in the wild, Arturia's reputation is gradually becoming more and more prominent. Her deeds are constantly being heard in your ears."

"It is rumored that she single-handedly repelled the raging wave of monsters, and distributed all the gains to the poor victims of the disaster."

"The pure white and innocent knight princess traveled through the islands and counties of Britannia, and was warmly welcomed by the people wherever she went."

"Her noble virtues and Xuan He's achievements have been widely spread on this island, just like the villainous king Vortigern, her reputation is known to everyone and everyone knows her. "

"Many famous knights looked up and admired her figure, and strange people rushed to follow her and gathered behind her."

"Even though she was only a 15-year-old girl, she gradually led a famous knight brigade, adhering to the principle that everyone is equal on the round table, and was praised as the 'Holy and Glorious Knights of the Round Table'."

"Under Artoria's leadership."

"The knights of the round table began to launch an annoying raid and guerrilla attack on the humble king's army."

"Gradually the pace of conquering the four directions of Vutigeng's iron cavalry seems to have been suppressed and slowed down a lot."

"This has in turn led to the growing reputation of one side of the round table, and has vaguely formed a huge momentum that echoes everyone."

"More and more Celts are beginning to believe that Artoria is the savior who will overthrow the brutal rule of the humble king."

"It's really three days away from Shibai, you should look at it with admiration."

"The girl who used to be unable to hold the sword in front of you, and tried to persuade bandits and even the humble king with reason, has now become a well-known knight and vassal, and the sword edge is stained with countless blood."

"You understand that her rise is inevitable, and Merlin must be contributing to it."

"But it is undeniable, Arturia, she has grown into an opponent worthy of your attention."

"Facing the red dragon's son hitting his old enemy, all the way to gather the great tide of this era, what is your father, the humble king, Vortigern, busy with recently?"

"He's busy celebrating his son's birthday"

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Chapter 37 How did you ever discipline me (3K)

"Knights of the Round Table? They're just a bunch of yellow-mouthed children. If they dare to commit crimes, they will never come back."

As a demon dragon that devours light, how could Voutigeng think highly of the knights who bait for fame.

A dead knight is a good knight.

Because of the appearance of the Knights of the Round Table, those local lords and princes have gradually become one, and the recent battle damage is indeed not very good.

But what about the casualties of the army, Vitigeng didn't care about the life and death of the Anza people at all, and the loss was the loss.

Just like a leek is cut, a new crop will grow.

On the other side of the sea are the Germanic clans coveting the fertile land of Britain.The Anza people who came from afar will continuously add new troops to the humble king's army.

In the final analysis, this group of barbarians who like to plunder by nature are just a useful tool in Vortigeng's hands, and the animals are not worthy of pity.

"If they came to Londinium, I would still look at them high. Those intrusions are nothing more than mosquito bites, nothing to worry about.

Vortigern sneered.

"Because your coming-of-age ceremony is coming soon, so I came back to congratulate you for my father, and retracted the defense line of the army. It's ridiculous that they really thought it was their own merit."