[The golden sword bursts out into a surging blood pool]

[In an instant, the left wing of the Saxons was eroded and swallowed, and the ground seemed to turn into a hell of boiling blood]

[Unprecedented magic is being bred]

[The Golden Sword itself was born in the blood of Medusa, and you used it to create countless offspring, and now it devours the flesh and blood of humans, and will reappear the fantasy that once disappeared from this world]

[At this moment, the pool of blood is the womb that breeds the beast]

[The swollen blood bubble is as huge as a mountain, and the divine beast Cerberus was born from it that was given the principle blood ring]

[The blazing flames that burned all over the body instantly evaporated and dissipated the sea of blood, leaving only dried blood stains on the surface, and the world seemed to have turned red because of its appearance]

[Abomination Behemoth Wrapped in Blazing Flames]

[No matter how you look at it, it looks like an existence that escaped from the world of mythology]

[This scene drove the witnesses into madness, but it was incomparably real]

[Needless to say, the result after that]

[Chaos on a great scale appeared in the Saxon army, and they lost the will to fight]

[It's impossible to win a battle with a monster of this level]

[As long as you still stick to common sense, then it is impossible to fight this otherworldly existence]

[The wild bark of the monster seems to be shouting for the Lord]

[Victory! Victory!]

[Swords, guns, swords, halberds, and even armor melted in flames]

[Before the soldier could get close to the three-headed dog, he was swallowed by the heat of the flames in the process of escaping]

[I don't even have time to feel the pain]

[Before you feel it, it will turn into dust and disperse, which is also the last mercy of the King of Light]

[The Saxon army has been defeated]

[The symphony of screams is getting weaker and weaker, and it was originally a total of 8,000 Saxons]

[Now, there is nothing left]

[The Combine doesn't even know where they are, it's like falling into a world of nightmares]

[The soldiers of the Combine Army are in a terrible situation]

[Trying to suppress the cry in his throat, the whimper of those whose fear and insecurity have broken through the breaking point]

[It's like a child—no, it's the grief of a person whose spirit has degenerated to the level of a child]

"Hmph, it's finally here."

Moran looked into the darkness with an elegant smile.

The surrounding kings and nobles trembled.

Although they did not know what it meant, they could no longer bear it.

"Votigen, I thought you were going to hide for a long time. Now, it's time to give me an answer, right?"

"Hmph, Albion, I don't hate your proposal. I can see the possibility of continuing the British gods. Even the British Isles thought it was a viable approach. "

A gloomy voice echoed in midair.

An old man in pitch-black armor floated in mid-air, as if he was wrapped in the aura of decay.

He has a pair of rotting wings on his back.

There was no joy or anger on the wrinkled face, and the shriveled eyes were like a crazy whirlpool, with only a hint of reason circulating in them.

"But you know I'm not going to let go easily, right? At the end of the day, I still can't accept your unreasonableness. "

"Hah, is that so? What an old fellow who doesn't admit defeat, Fu Tigeng, you are an indispensable part of my future construction, and you should know that I won't let you escape, right?"

Moran's smile was pleasant.

He could tell that Fu Ti Geng also had a sense of déjà vu.

It is estimated that the other party also has the memory of the last time he fought with him, so he said this.

Vottigon was deeply in love with Britain.

Even if he agrees with Moran's plan, he doesn't intend to give it up easily, even if he wants to give it up, it has to be given to someone stronger than himself.

If you are weaker than yourself, you can't.

Because even if it can't save Britain, the person who is weaker than him must not be able to save it, (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

So, the opponent has to be stronger than him.

Even in the face of Moran, who had defeated him, Votigen was still a picture of high spirit.

"If you fail, you will surrender to me. "

Moran raised his hand to his side.

A dazzling light pierced through the darkness, and the golden sword returned to his hand like a loyal dog.

"Hmph, arrogant fellow, if you defeat the old man, then I will willingly bow my head for you!"

"The oath is made. So, let's go to war. "

[Britain's two strongest mysteries reach a consensus]

[A smile appears on the faces of the two]

[Both sides have the idea of saving Britain]

[Although very reluctant, the demon dragon Vantigen knows that Moran can indeed save Britain]

[Its roar at this moment is the dignity and reserve possessed by the demon dragon, and it is also the final test of the British Island]

[Fu Tigen did not directly start a war with you here]

[It turned around and flew towards the waters of the British Isles, this is not an escape, you know what it means]

"'O dragon who loves Britain, do as you wish. It's really not good to mess around on the island..."

"Moran, what is that now?"

"Melly, you go tell Morgan. Tell her that the last mysterious battle between our army and Britain has begun. "

Moran instructed Melly.

Melly looked at the domineering Moran who was slightly distracted.

I couldn't help but set off a ripple in my heart.

I don't know if I'm excited about the next war, or if I'm simply fascinated by the man in front of me.

Melly waved her staff and turned into fluttering petals.

She left the front for the time being.

[Yanta (the king's) Jer seems to be aware of the master's intentions]

[Even the earth began to tremble]

[Annihilated the three-headed dog of hell in the Saxon army, and it approached in the direction of the Combine]

[The Combine who just witnessed that hellish scene]

[Many of them were frightened and screamed]

[An army brought by the kings and nobles of the various tribes, who looked at the three-headed dogs of hell who were getting closer and closer]

[The tight string in my brain is broken]

[The soldiers would rather abandon their immobile horses than flee for their lives. I've just seen that hellish scene, and no matter how little imagination I have, I will think that the next one will be my turn and my companions.]

[Most of the foreign soldiers have fallen into order collapse]

[The appearance of running away is too embarrassing]

[Those who remain, either completely captured by the power of the King of Light, or completely insane].