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

Choosing a sheath means that she has people she wants to protect.

The answer to this question will allow Vivian to understand the heart of the king in front of her, and thus give her some targeted advice.

however

"—None of it matters."

She took neither the sword nor the scabbard.

The blond girl's unhesitating and eloquent answer caused the fairy of the lake to open her mouth slightly.

She has thought about countless answers.

Choose the sword, choose the sheath, explain your reasons, and even follow the greed of human nature, and choose "I want them all".

but

"You said" Vivian confirmed again in disbelief, "what?"

"The sword and the scabbard are not important."

Vivian was dumbfounded, and glanced at the Nightmare Magician squatting by the lake.

What the hell have you taught the son of the red dragon?

Nightmare, who was blind, showed an extremely complicated expression just like that.

Sorry, I can't make it, Vivienne.

Because I have long been unable to be her teacher.

"That"

Vivian couldn't help asking,

"—Then what's important, Arturia?"

"It's important to me not to have this ridiculous ritual."

Arturia clenched her palms tightly.

Walking to Fairy Lake, she woke up and realized Merlin's temptation to her.

However, the trial in the lake has already begun, and she has no reason to retreat.

She wanted that person to face up to her decision.

She wants to prove that she can also defeat fate.

She wants to save Alvin from the road to hell.

"I want to become a king, it is not something that can be determined by admitting or not with a sword."

she said loudly.

"It's - if the sword agrees with me who must become the king, then it can reflect its value as a sword!"

Without hesitation.

Artoria didn't take either the sword or the scabbard, so she turned around and walked back towards the lake.

Nightmare stood up with a horrified expression.

"Lily, you can't do this, you can't do this—!"

"none of your business."

She is leaving.

She had already proved her determination to become king, and that was enough.

Alvin Pendragon, he was right.

If you are ready to fight your fate, you don't have to fear death.

She wants to reverse the sad future of Britain with her own hands.

sluggish.

Vivienne stared blankly at the back of the blond girl leaving, even though he was a fairy in the lake with a calm mind, he felt an unspeakable shock at this moment.

Not the sword, rejected her.

It was her who disdained to pick up the sword.

What a king!

hum-

The sword and sheath in Vivian's hand trembled suddenly.

The Holy Sword of the Star flew straight out of nowhere, and just floated beside Arturia.

And she

He didn't even bother to look at the sword.

The fairy in the lake watched silently and stagnantly.

Looking at the Holy Sword of the Stars made of divine armor, he followed behind his master obsequiously like a pug.

"Alvin, I want to save you."

Her figure just disappeared into the fog on the shore of the lake.

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Thousands of shallow days.

Wait, who is Wan?I ordered you to come up quickly and be pouted by your uncle!

Chapter 55 The player of P Club arrived in his faithful Britannia (4K5)

The humble king Futigeng.

The burly, silver-haired old man closed his eyes, with a calm and indifferent expression, without anger or prestige, sitting on the throne of the castle hall as if in a deep sleep.

A layer of thick, scarlet blood-like crystals grew from the soles of his feet, enveloping half of his body in it.

Vortigern's spirit penetrated into the Sea of ​​Stars, and what remains in Londinium now is his physical body.

Beside this throne.

The silver-haired young man was covered in pitch-black armor, standing quietly by his father's side.

It was obviously noon.

The sunlight from both sides of the dome came in and shone on him, but it couldn't reflect even a trace of bright color.

He is like a black hole.

Be it sunlight or eyes.

Just like that, he crazily absorbs all the light in the world.

Oppression

A strong sense of oppression enveloped the hearts of everyone present.

stand in front of him.

It was as if his throat was tightly strangled by some kind of deep and invisible palm, making it difficult to breathe.

Iron gray eyes lowered slightly.

The silver-haired youth looked down emotionlessly.

Looking down, those Anza generals who did not dare to take a breath under the steps.

interesting.

Su Shu thought that there would be very few people coming, but he never thought it would be like this

less.

After all, the Anza people and Vortigern are not of the same heart. Sitting on the same boat for so many years is only related to interests.

Vortigern used them as tools, and they were also happy to be used by Vortigern, each taking what they needed.

However, that is already a thing of the past.

Over the past 20 years, branches and leaves have spread on the island, and many class divisions have also begun to develop within the Anza people.

If you want people to work hard, after all, you have to reward them for their merits.

As a result, the title system and fiefdom system similar to the enfeoffment of nobles were used by Vortigern to stabilize the morale of the army and establish the current Angza Kingdom.

With a system, it is possible to rule better and more conveniently, and to continuously accommodate those alien races who cross the sea.

Although Vortigern's vision is limited to the current era, when it comes to using tools, Su Shu understands that his father is already extremely good.

only.

If the former Bei Wang is still there, then of course he can suppress these barbarians.

As soon as he left now, the hearts of the foreigners seemed to be a little hot.

The bloody celestial phenomenon cannot be concealed.

The Celtics have now heard that Vortigern went to pull out the anchor of the Holy Lance, and he doesn't know how long it will take to return, and even if he can return.

then.

Most of the Anza nobles suddenly heard the news that Su Shu, the regent, had taken over the throne, so they all chose to stop and wait and see, using the excuse of the anxious battle on the front line, to avoid returning.

Now those who rushed back to Londinium were only a small number of generals who were more active-most of them had not yet been able to obtain their own territories.

Facing these new ministers who rushed back to meet with them, there were only dozens of them, and the number was really pitiful.

However, in the face of such a situation.

No irritation, no harshness.

Su Shu's voice was very calm.

"Everyone already knows. The Holy Father is sleeping, and he is going to unleash the Holy Lance Lungomeniad.

"—Therefore, from this day on, Londinium shall be regented by my son of Vortigern, Alvin Pendragon.

"Should you have any opinions?"

The eyes of the silver-haired youth swept across lightly.

This caused the Anza generals in the audience to feel palpitations.

They knew the achievements of the son of the humble king in front of them.

Rather, in the whole of Britannia, the name of Alvin Pendragon is now known to everyone, everyone knows it.

Killing [-] knights in one battle, cutting off one arm of the round table, this brutal and bloodthirsty behavior is ten times more terrifying than the king, no!Even a hundred times—

Seeing the deity at this moment, let them be thankful that they made the right choice to come back to meet with them!

This son is even more sharp than his father Vutigeng!

Do you still need to think about the answer to this question?

Click.

The generals broke off their own swords all of a sudden, which was a way for the aliens to express their loyalty.

"Your Highness, we will swear allegiance to you!"

"good."

The purity of this allegiance is quite high.

Su Shu nodded in satisfaction, and he has always been clear about rewards and punishments.

He stretched out his hand and lifted all the broken swords of the generals.

The shadows burned and surged, melting more than a dozen broken swords into more than a dozen dark and dull new swords, shining with a deep and fascinating edge.