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

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"Father, why are you dressed so enchantingly?"

"You don't care about the elves."

Chapter 38 If there is no torch after this (3K)

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Listening to the silver-haired young man's answer with a smile.

The burly old man just smiled wryly.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his son's silver hair.

"Come with me, since you insist so much, then let my father tell you the truth about this cage called Britain.

"

"Holding Morgan's hand, you followed Vortigern to the basement where he was born."

"There is a dense dust net here, and the candlesticks are covered with dust. It seems that no one has visited for a long time."

"The old man waved his hand, and in the basement, a hidden door leading to a deeper place appeared immediately."

"Dive down the spiral staircase to an unknown depth, and you finally came to a labyrinth-like complex and wide underground cave."

"The rock formation here is densely covered with pipes as thick as the roots of a giant tree, and the blue glow like little fireflies flows through them."

"Is this the underground spiritual vein?"

Su Shu understood at a glance what this place was.

The clock tower also has Albion, an underground spiritual tomb full of spiritual veins, and even built a large-scale mining city, Magisfia, in it.

"That's right, this is the underground of Londinium, which runs through the island of Britain, and is part of the strongest spiritual trunk."

Vortigern's voice echoed cascadingly in this underground cave.

"However, compared to 20 years ago, their current true ether flow has more than doubled. Perhaps in the next few decades, these spiritual veins will completely wither away."

"Withered, what will happen?"

When Su Shu asked this sentence.

In fact, he had already foreseen that cruel answer.

"Everything that is prosperous in Britain today is bathed in the true ether, and it is an out-and-out thing favored by the gods.

"The decline of the Age of Gods is like eternal night, and the true ether is like sunshine to us Celts.

"If the ether recedes, then what will follow will be the desolation of the land, the withering of the plants, the extinction of the monsters, and the vast majority of people will starve to death, starvation everywhere, and people will be forced to eat each other

the old man said softly.

"—This island will become a literal hell on earth."

Su Shu frowned.

In his past reality, there was also an unbearable famine era, and he knew exactly how cruel it was.

"So, father, you want to have God return it?"

"Yes, this is the only way to save Britain."

"if it is like this,"

Su Shu asked the question that had troubled him for a long time,

"Why don't you announce this matter, but you only bear it on yourself?

"If you understand this truth, no one will want to die, and the whole of Britain will work together for this, so why should you be criticized by everyone?"

"It's not that I don't want to say it, but I can't say it, Alvin."

The old man said every word, as calm as a waterway.

"The Celts are the remnants of the Age of Gods. If they learn the truth about the decline of the Age of Gods, the resulting panic will further accelerate the decline of the Age of Gods."

"There is such a thing"

The witch clicked her tongue.

She only knew that the decline of the Age of Gods was the general trend and the law of the planet's movement, but she didn't know that there was such a secret in it.

Dead end.

This is a dead end.

Su Shu, who was also aware of this, fell into an unspeakable silence.

At this moment, he finally understood why his father, Vortigeng, had to shoulder all of this alone, risking the disapproval of the world, and would rather bring in the Anza barbarians to usurp the throne.

That's right, this is a dead end that cannot be said.

At that time, Vortigern could only and had to bear this cruel truth alone, because if it was spoken out, it might be spread, and all efforts would be in vain.

Bury secrets, die slowly, and perhaps seek a turnaround.

Tell the truth and we all die together.

It can be called a desperate situation like a tram problem.

Vortigern Pendragon.

This man bears the weight of this entire era, and must bear this secret in his heart, brewing that cruelty, that bitterness, that loneliness alone, crawling in the shadows, growing and grinding out his claws and sharp teeth.

misunderstanding.Resentful.hate.bias.

Even if thousands of people criticize and scold him.

Even if it is denounced as a despicable king, a dragon that devours light.

The tyrannical and vicious reputation spread throughout the island, and the reputation in the history books will surely remain infamous for thousands of years, too numerous to write down.

Vutigeng, why did he care.

This is the unshakable will of the White Dragon of Britain.

"You drove away all the Celts," Su Shu said in a low voice, "is this also the reason?"

"This is the very center of the island, where the ebb and flow of the Age of Gods decline is most violent.

"If I fail"

Vortigern closed his eyes heavily.

"—Run farther, they can live longer."

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No voice, no music.

Even breathing became difficult.

The atmosphere in the underground cave was almost stagnant in silence.

Morgan stared blankly at his uncle.

Obviously she is usually a friend who quarrels, but at this moment, she feels that this person is so strange.

Sad back.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call her uncle.

But nothing can be said.

Su Shu stepped forward and patted

He patted Dad on the shoulder.

"You should have told us sooner, Father.

"Even if we can't let the Celtics know, we may be able to gather more sophisticated forces and conspire together."

Su Shu has already realized the turning point.

If the majority must be kept in the dark, what about the minority?

"With such a stance, maybe the red dragon and the white dragon can put aside their quarrels, and let's work together to save Britain from peril."

"It's not that simple, Alvin

"——If that's the case, why should I fight Uther? My younger brother is indifferent but not unreasonable."

The old man opened his cloudy eyes, and his tone seemed a little tired.

"The birth of the son of the red dragon, this is the "will of the world". "

the will of the world.

Su Shu heard this word again, which made people frown.

But he didn't make a sound, just listened quietly.

Listen to the tired voice of the old man.

"The world's "quantum record fixed tape" records the collection of all "events" on the time axis.

"That is to say, those key nodes that are destined to happen have long been engraved on that time.

"Because of human development, the rules on this planet will gradually evolve into rules that are more suitable for human survival.

"The decline of the Age of Gods is doomed.

"The same is true for the birth of the son of the Red Dragon.

"So what about changing the mind of the Red Dragon Son? Under the interference of the will of the world, not to mention whether she will be shaken, even if she is shaken, a new Red Dragon Son will be born again.

"If the torrent of history is deflected, our world will be cropped, abandoned and stopped. At the end of the eternal night, there is no hopeful daylight.

"That is to say

"—The whole of Britain is locked in this sad cage called "History". "

The old man's voice was like the flickering embers of fire.

In the depths of this Britannia burns.

"Alvin, this world wants us to be slaughtered, to die."

Who wants to die.

However, the world wants you to die, and you have to die.

If you don't want to be decent, the will of the world will help you to be decent.

Build your tombstone, build your grave.

Then, the old and decaying white dragon shook off the grave soil on his body, grew sharp wings and sharp minions, and uttered the roar of the dying dragon in the grave.

The will of the whole Britannia to return to the light was blessed on one person, Vortigern, an old man who was dying, named the sorrow of loneliness.

The age of the gods is like the scorching sun.

To decline is to usher in the darkness of the eternal night.

Eternal night is coming, and I will burn from now on until I die.

I will take no wives, hold no lands, and bear no children.

I will not wear a crown, nor compete for honor and favor.

I will do my duty and live and die here.

I am the flame against darkness, the dawn at dawn.

I am the dying embers of the Age of Gods, the island's last line of defense.

I offer my life and honor to Britannia.