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

"Only the last step"

All the crowns present looked at Vortigern wrestling with the world with wry smiles.

Obviously as the power to protect humanity.

At this moment, they extremely hoped that Vortigern would win.

"Holy Lance Lungominiad is the thing that anchors the Age of Gods in Britain"

The witch's trembling, ghostly voice resounded on the battlefield.

"We must use the most powerful thing in the Age of Gods to break free from the last seal of the Holy Lance.

"I, who merged with Vivienne, is Avalon's "big mother".

"Vortigern! Come! Sacrifice me! Then, break through this world—"

The atmosphere of the age of gods, the most intense thing

The burly, silver-haired old man seemed a little dazed.

"Come on—! Vortigern!!!"

The witch threw herself in front of Vortigern, grabbed his collar, and roared.

Then, he was pushed away by the old man.

"No, Morgan."

Vortigern said softly.

"It shouldn't be you, you have to live, your power is very useful.

"The most suitable one on the field is undoubtedly"

The atmosphere of the Age of Gods, the most intense thing.

Under everyone's shocked and horrified eyes.

puff-

The body of the silver-haired youth trembled.

Just like that, the holy spear's tip pierced through the dark knight's broken and wandering heart.

People who are dying are the most suitable.

"Vortigern

"—I fuck your mother!!!"

The eyes of the smoky mirror were about to burst, and he rushed forward to fight the dragon, but was thrown out by Voutigeng, and sat slumped in the ruins.

wow

A puddle of black blood, like a lump of carbon, was vomited out of his mouth.

Stimulated by the final pain, Su Shu raised his eyes in a daze.

His gaze was raised with great difficulty.

He looked at the burly silver-haired old man in front of him, with that expressionless face.

That's it

——Ah, that’s right.

He was not surprised.

Rather, you have already foreseen this result, right?

Despicable king.

A dragon that devours light.

To achieve the goal, no matter what means, the will of this island to finally shine.

"Cough cough cough-"

Coughing blood from his broken lung.

The silver-haired young man smiled with difficulty.

"Dad

"well done.

"Take my share, go, shoot the damn thing down"

"—Alvin."

Under such thunder and lightning.

In such torrential rain.

Vortigern raised his head, looked at the whole world that wanted him to die, and vaguely recalled the afternoon when his father took him to drink dragon's blood many years ago.

"Vortigern, you must protect this island and Britannia."

I'm not sorry, Father, I failed to protect Britannia.

Because, I want to protect Alvin.

The Holy Lance is a god-made weapon that connects the inside and outside of the world.

Then, the blood of the Father and the Son can also be connected.

Faces are cracking.

The body is collapsing.

Consciousness as a human being is constantly being annihilated.

The figure of the silver-haired old man began to dissipate in this land. Under the action of the holy gun, everything about him began to be sacrificed, and all the magic power and vitality were poured into the body of the silver-haired young man.

in.

A spark that never goes out.

Under this majestic will, which belongs to the dragon, it must be suppressed to be precarious and gloomy.

This last moment is only one step away. As long as he penetrates Alvin's heart and sacrifices his son, he will be able to penetrate this world.

However, he gave up.

He gave up Age of Gods Return.

Because, his heart softened.

Vortigern Pendragon.

It's not a despicable king, it's not a dragon that devours light, and it's not the last incarnation of will on this island.

At this moment.

Just a father.

"Don't be softhearted, Alvin.

"This is the last piece of advice for my father.

"Properly"

The old man stretched out his hand and rubbed his son's silver hair as always, with the usual gentle and kind smile on his face.

"—to live."

His figure dissipated in the spiral light.

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This chapter also has no pictures.

Tomorrow is the final chapter of this volume.

Good night everyone.

Volume 1 Finale "The Black Sun of Britain" (2W[-])

flame.

The fire in the fireplace was crackling and burning.

Su Shu raised his gaze in a daze.

He found himself sitting on a chair.

Sitting in my very familiar bedroom.

He faced the ledge of the castle loft.

In front of him was the vast expanse of Britannia.

The birds were singing.

The flowers are laughing.

The blazing sun hangs high, and all things grow.

Everything in the world still seems to be thriving.

Just like this clear and cloudless sky, the boy's heart cannot be bound by anything.

The bright sunlight came in from the window grille, and it fell warmly on his body.

Like a father's warm embrace.

flame.

The fire in the fireplace was crackling and burning.

Su Shu lowered his eyelids in a daze, staring at his palm.

The palm of a teenager, white and immature.

On the smooth and delicate skin, there was no trace of blood.

blood.

No blood.

Is it a dream?

So - was that a dream?

Su Shu recalled vaguely that he seemed to have dreamed of a very tragic battle.

Tragic to.

I am going to die soon.

But—it was a dream.

Great, it's just a dream

flame.

The fire in the fireplace was crackling and burning.

Su Shu raised his eyes and looked at the window sill in front of him.

Beneath the majestic pavilions of the castle, the land is bathed in the clear and pure sunlight of the sky.

Looking at this bright scene.

The expression of the silver-haired boy was a little dazed.

"Alvin, you seem absent-minded?"

Accompanied by the old man's familiar, warm voice came from behind.

A rough palm covered with scars and calluses gently pressed on the boy's shoulder.

Su Shu turned his head abruptly.

What caught my eyes was the gentle smile on Vortigern's face.