"The people of Great Britain—"

Moran stared down the city walls.

No, it's to look down on everything in the world.

"If the outcome of this life and this life has been determined, and it has become a dead end and cannot be changed, how should you deal with it? Great Britain is doomed to destruction, and the murderous ~ year will never stop.

All of this was decided before you were born, and you will not be able to escape it even if you try your best to fight and spend your whole life.

If this is the truth of the world, how should you respond?"

Moran said to the abused Britons.

Elaborate on this most brutal truth.

That is, the truth of the last land of God's age.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how lazy you are, or how much you pray and ask, it will be in vain. The same is true of natural disasters and man-made disasters...

You will be regarded by the world as an unwashed stain, and you will be regarded as the enemy of the world, and you will be destroyed by the rules of human reason. Even if you have not committed a single sin, you will be violated, ravaged, plundered, and trampled on by others. Caught in a cycle of disillusionment and despair. "

[Calm and solemn words echo within the wall]

[No one knows if what is said is true, and no one knows why you know the truth]

[However, the status quo is indeed the same as you said]

[The tribes of Britain are suffering from natural disasters every year, and the man-made disasters they face are foreign invasions and civil strife in Britain]

[The cultivated land is almost unharvested]

[Crops are visible to the naked eye and are decreasing little by little]

[It is completely said that it is in the hearts of every British, who know that they have done nothing wrong, but they suffer this damnation]

[Anyone will be unwilling]

"Goo..... Ahhhh

The seriously injured man heard this.

The anger and unwillingness in my heart are aroused together.

He believed in the word of this king.

"Britain today is on the verge of extinction. This is the eternal catastrophe of Great Britain, and even if you die, you will only allow future generations to be repeatedly violated, ravaged, plundered, and ravaged as losers.

You will suffer untold pain and slaughter, and I am afraid that you will not be able to be freed from this cycle until the last drop of blood is shed by the Britons. "

Only 100 of the surviving tribes were present.

When they heard the words and the truth full of despair, they immediately felt that they could not believe it.

However, the facts are clear.

These Britons could only accept this fact.

Their family is on the verge of extinction.

The horrific hell painted with blood and fire is real, and nothing beats this abominable scene.

"Guys, do you have any complaints about this?

Guys, have you ever thought about subverting it?"

[You tell the picture of despair]

[It seems to be like a picture in the minds of the survivors, and it pours into people's hearts with desperate persuasiveness]

[None of them did not believe in this king]

[They all began to cast their eyes]

[Like the immortal demon army that is fanatically watching you, there is a desire that borders on anxiety in the bottom of my heart]

[Absolute leadership charisma like this]

[It can be achieved by large-scale manipulation with magic, but you can conquer people's hearts by words]

[I can't find any adjectives other than abnormalities in this condition]

[Presumably, this whole British island]

[There is no existence more worthy of the name of the king than you]

[For the Saxons, the pressure brought by your sound wave is no less than the roar of the mythical dragon and the monster]

[Just hearing it, the spirit will be shaken]

[Stronger people will fall into panic or confusion when they hear it, and weak people will faint immediately]

[It is the fluctuation of absolute force]

"Within the walls of this city is your world"

"If so, fight.

If you want to change your unfortunate life, you must offer the consciousness of burning your soul. If you don't want to enter the asylum called destiny, if you want to wash away the stigma of the losers, fight together, and become a people bathed in my glory!"

It is enough light to divide the realm.

Moran, with a proud confidence that could reverse this purgatory, poured mercy on those in despair.

The figure of the king is imprinted in people's eyes.

The thirsty throat wants to roar.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Moran asked from above.

What he saw was a longing hand stretched out to him, an indomitable compatriot who couldn't take his eyes off.

How lovely, how dazzling.

Even in the face of despair, people like this have the value of salvation.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!" (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

"Destroy all foreign enemies! Crush injustice! Subvert the desperate situation! Win glory!"

"I want you to be king! I beg you!

Although the number is not more than a hundred.

However, the sound they emitted was not weak, and it could almost collide with the power of the Immortal Demon Army.

The badly injured man was also in the shouting procession.

[This is the crazy cry of a desperate person]

[Roar of longing for a better future]

[Its will has long been beyond common sense]

[Even if they are seriously injured, at this moment, they are screaming as if they are dying]

【Surrender to the Personality of the King of Light】

[pleading to join him]

[Like those fanatical immortal demon armies, eager to be a member of the basking light]

“..... I promise you. It will bring victory and break through the despair of Britain. I am Moran, the incarnation of Albion, the future ruler of Britain, and the king who will lead you to break through despair and usher in hope.

My people, now go and wash away your pain and shame, and raise up your sword for the future!"

At the moment when Moran spoke the decisive words.

The battlefield suddenly changed.

The tribal survivors, who had been slaughtered to the point of just wanting to flee, now picked up their swords one by one.

The seriously wounded are like crawling out of the underworld.

They rushed at the Saxons in a frenzy and without regard for life or death.

Stab him in the chest with a sword, burn him alive with fire, and dismember his five horses with brute force.

The people of the tribe offered their loyalty and faith.

And Moran, as the king, gave them mercy and protection.

The Saxons, who had previously abused the Britons as strong men, now faced a nightmare like lambs to the slaughter

This is a battle of revenge for the feud of a bloodied clan.

Determined to overturn the end set for them by the world, this time the people will break through the established despair with their own hands.

Moran will lead them as king.

Build the door to the glorious road that leads to this impossible future.