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

In the eyes of this witch, the baby on the magic circle has no sign of crying.

Instead, he opened those dark gray transparent eyes and looked at himself with great curiosity.

behold by one's own creation

This feeling has to be said, it is a bit strange.

"Looks like he's very close to you, Morgan."

A tall and burly old man emerged from the shadows, and suddenly appeared behind the alluring beauty, his silent actions were as mysterious as a ghost.

"Did you even forget to cry because you saw the beauty of the witch?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, the old man couldn't help clapping his hands and said with a smile,

"Good boy, you are worthy of my blood!"

"This joke is not funny, Vortigern."

The coquettish beauty named Morgan narrowed her blue eyes slightly.

"He is the son of the generation of gods who was born by gathering the blood of the British phantom species, so he probably doesn't need to experience the weak crying of ordinary babies."

The British witch said lightly,

"Please also, don't use worldly common sense to restrict my masterpiece."

"It's your masterpiece, but it's also my son."

Looking at the baby with silver hair and gray pupils in the circle in front of him.

There was a gentle look on the old man's face.

He tore off his robe and blouse casually, wrapped it into swaddling clothes, and carefully held the baby in his arms.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the baby in his arms.

The corners of Vortigern's mouth curved unconsciously, and his sharp eyes subconsciously softened.

"It's unbelievable that you can show such an expression."

Looking at this harmonious picture of father's kindness and son's filial piety.

Morgan's gaze froze a little.

Abnormal, too abnormal!

The white dragon that devoured the light, the vile king who stole the British Isle, the vile king Vortigern.

His notoriety can be said to be known to everyone in this land, and everyone knows it.

According to the rumors of the British people, Vortigern can be said to be a cruel and ruthless peerless tyrant.

Can words like "gentleness" really have even the slightest relationship with this guy?

Just imagining a similar picture seems to make people feel confused.

It's scary that the dragon can smile or something!

I didn't pay attention to the witch's mouth

Zhang's shocked expression.

Looking at the silver-haired baby with gray eyes in the swaddling infant, who looked at him curiously.

Voutigeng faintly felt the self-evident bond and connection between them.

Needless to say.

Even if it is an out-and-out non-artificial object, he is also his heir.

Even if he dies one day, his own blood will still flow in the world, like an extension of his own hands.

Affectionate.

what a wonderful feeling

"Is this how it feels to be a parent?

"It seems that there is something in my heart that I can miss"

Downcast iron-gray cloudy pupils.

The old man's tone was mixed.

"I don't know if my stupid brother will still miss the old friendship between us brothers."

heard this language.

The witch beside her couldn't help but sneered.

"Ah

"If my royal father really valued the so-called kinship," Morgan said sarcastically, "he wouldn't think of making a ridiculous fake to replace me."

"That's right."

Vortigern shook his head, a little dumbfounded.

"Uther, he has attached great importance to winning and losing since he was a child."

The aged Bei Wang lowered his gaze, looking at the silver-haired baby in the swaddle, the flickering candlelight flickered in the old man's pupils.

"to be frank.

"I already have some regrets, let this child be born in this world

"Born as my heir, it is destined that he will not be able to die well in this life.

"Maybe there will be an ending full of regrets, right?"

"Hey, Voutigeng, can't you say something nice with your mouth?"

Morgan was quite upset when he heard the words.

What the hell is this?Half of the anger was vented before the battle was started, right?

"This is the ultimate masterpiece that I have worked so hard to create against that fake!

"The Son of the White Dragon, born from the blood of the fantasy species of Britain, can be said to be a glimmer of light at the moment when the Age of Gods is facing decline.

"Don't say it's the red dragon.

"—Even if it is you, you may not be able to beat the grown-up Him!

"Are you questioning my magic skills?

"This time, we really created an amazing monster."

Say so.

A sneer called hatred appeared on the charming face of the British witch.

Morgan almost gritted his teeth.

"But, so what if the monster is released?

"My dear father, together with Merlin, created the inhuman son of the red dragon, and then tried to use such a ridiculous tool to rule Britain and take away the throne that originally belonged to me.

"Then, I will repay him with the same way, create the son of the white dragon from the age of gods, and trample him under my feet!

"What Merlin can do, why can't I, Morgan, do it?

Say so.

Morgan stared at Vortigern with burning eyes.

"Obviously when you heard my thoughts at the beginning, you were full of admiration, outspoken support, and even provided your precious white dragon blood essence as a material.

"Why is it that you have such a dejected tone before you have fought?

"Could it be that you are afraid of the power of the red dragon, so you want to retreat?

"Ah

"Prince Fu Tigeng, does it seem that he is so capable?"

Morgan's sharp words were quite offensive.

It's a pity that for a character like Vortigern, it is obvious that the latter's defense cannot be broken at all.

"Fear?"

The old man looked sideways at his niece, with a funny expression on his face.

"Even if Uther and Merlin are stacked together, they can't be my opponents. A tool man made with the heart of a red dragon wants to attack me? It's ridiculous."

It seemed that the witch's expression could be seen through the dark veil.

Vortigern stared at Morgan, somewhat meaningfully and authentically.

"I'm not questioning your level of magic.

"It's better to say that the person who is really afraid is obviously you, so once you learned of the birth of the son of the red dragon, you came to the door in such a hurry, Morgan?

"You are afraid—afraid that your newborn sister will really grow into a king worthy of the name of Britain, and that the people's support for her will turn your indignation into an ugly and impotent rage.

"So, you want to prove it to Uther? You want him to understand how ridiculous your decision is.

"He didn't hesitate to help me who was scorned as a traitor.

"Morgan, you can also say that you are betraying your own country."

"you--!"

Morgan's thin lips quivered.

Goo--!root, there is no way to refute

Every word is pearls, and every sentence punishes the heart.

Yes, it will almost be said to break the defense

Facing the aggressive general from the Witch, Vortigern was unmoved at all.

On the contrary, it was a heart attacking speech that directly hit Morgan with his helmet and armor.

Looking at his niece's almost defenseless expression.

The old humble king shook his head, but he didn't bother to argue with the junior any more.

Lowering his steel gray eyes, he looked at the silver-haired baby in his arms.

Vortigern looked a little dazed.

"Naturally, I am not afraid of the so-called red dragon.

"However, is my enemy just an insignificant red dragon?"

Above the candlestick, fireworks fluttered.

The light of the fire kept flickering in the gloom, and even though it was burning hard, it was difficult to dispel the twilight.

The night is still long.

But the lamp oil seems to be about to burn out.

Standing in this shaky and ruined embers, the old man said softly.

"The enemy of my Vortigern is the whole age of Britain.

"The heaven and the earth have the same force in the future, and the heroes are not free. The decline of the age of gods is the general trend, so the fate of the entire era will be blessed by the red dragon's side in such a torrent.

"If he wants to inherit my path, the child's future must be extremely difficult.

"And at the end of this road, there is only a steep cliff left.

"Facing Britain, where the true ether has faded, there is no vast world for him to gallop.

"So I am not afraid of the Red Dragon, but I am worried about his end.

"Perhaps it is because of concern that the heart cannot become hard enough.

"I undoubtedly have an extra weakness."