Chapter 212: The Method to Save Britain

[You understand the principle Idea Blood better than any ancestor]

[If you wish, you could even choose to fix the cornerstone of the ancestor, allowing a new species to ascend to the primate throne]

[However, this is not what you intend to do in this simulation]

[Your focus is on Britain]

[Although the rules of human reason that fill the world are annoying, you do not dislike humanity as a species]

[Even if you have the qualifications to challenge the primate throne]

[You have never thought about this matter]

"Rooted in the planet's singularity… I can feel that this possesses Gaia-like power. The planet's suppression will not take action, but will human reason choose not to act?"

"It won't; the existence of the principle Idea Blood, in a sense, also contains the power of Gaia. It is the manifestation of the planet's will. Alaya has no sufficient reason to act. If it could act, how could it tolerate the existence of True Ancestors and Dead Apostles until now?"

Moran knows about the suppression of human reason.

As long as it is still within the mechanism of the planet, the suppression of human reason cannot take action.

The so-called collective consciousness of humanity.

Is no different from the machine god system, with considerable limitations at various levels.

"Continuing to develop under the current situation, the first priority is to ensure the recovery of the land. Hmm, under the condition of breaking free from the oppression of human reason, it is estimated that it will take some time to return to the level of the age of the gods."

Moran perceives the interior of the walls through the principle Idea Blood.

[It can be said that as long as it is within the range covered by the walls, everything seems to be within his grasp]

[The land and atmosphere can be clearly perceived]

[Britain, oppressed and restricted by the rules of human reason, is like a bathtub with the plug pulled out; the great source of magical power from the age of the gods becomes thin due to its flow]

[If the world is a vacuum universe, then Britain is the last space station with oxygen. Its great source of magical power has been continuously exploited and drained]

[Moran has placed a membrane on the planet to prevent internal energy from being further exploited and diluted by the outside world]

[The land of Britain has not yet completely died]

[As long as the root cause is eradicated, there is still a chance to revive it]

"Ha ha, truly worthy of being my husband…

Next, what we need to do is expand the territory of the nation and heal more land. Defeat those kings and tribes who still harbor doubts, the Picts in the north, and the foreign tribes from outside the island. Finally, there's the dragon Vortigern…"

When it comes to the dragon Vortigern, even a hint of worry appeared on Morgan's face.

She knows that Vortigern is a manifestation of madness in Britain, equivalent to the existence of the British Isles.

All along, Morgan has believed in Moran's power.

Only this matter is concerning.

Based on the déjà vu left from the last simulation, she remembers that it was after Moran fought with Vortigern that he was pushed to the brink of his limits.

"Vortigern, after all, it is also because Britain is to be tainted by human reason that it has fallen into madness. My plan can allow the age of the gods in Britain to continue; he may not necessarily be my enemy."

Moran had fought with Vortigern in the last simulation.

He knows the reason for its madness.

If the root of this problem can be solved, he believes that even Vortigern can be utilized.

"But Vortigern is no longer human. It has gone mad to that extent; you can't be sure that this dragon can sit down and communicate peacefully, right? I saw in my dream that it was after you fought with it that…"

"Morgan, do you think I would be like last time now?"

Moran gazed into Morgan's eyes,

His eyes were so clear that there was not a trace of confusion, gradually dispelling Morgan's unease like shining light.

—Indeed, he would not lose to the mad dragon.

Morgan has always believed in her heart.

Because Moran is the man she loves, a being stronger than anyone else in this world.

"Sorry, I was too worried… Moran, you cannot lose to that mad dragon. As the lord of the island, I will not allow you to lose to anyone. You must know that I chose to give up becoming the king of Britain for you."

Morgan said, mixing in some willful words.

She has entrusted everything to her husband, only wanting to welcome a happy future together with him.

Even now, she still believes so.

"Ha ha, during this time before the land recovers, let others train with the army under my command. Although there are only a hundred people, the survivors of that battle are all promising talents.

Most likely, the Saxons will not show mercy… Hmph, let Melusine give them a hard blow while they are still angry."

Moran was reviewing the various reports that Morgan had handed over.

Through the previous battle with the Saxons.

He has already learned about Melusine's excellent aerial combat capabilities and the Saxons' almost nonexistent anti-air capabilities.

Of course, this is not their fault.

In this medieval era of the fading age of the gods, which tribal king would specifically guard against aerial units?

Melusine's speed, which breaks the sound barrier in 0.3 seconds.

Plus, she is not bound by inertia.

Even among the known heroic spirits, only Achilles of the Swift Heel is on the same level as her.

Melusine, as the deterrent of the dragon of Albion.

Can completely crush an army of a thousand.

"Although the age of the gods in Britain is fading, since we have crossed the sea to come here, it would be unreasonable not to let these guys see the mysteries unique to Britain."

Moran's voice was different from usual.

It exuded a feeling of joy and excitement.

[As a king, you will not show mercy to your enemies]

[When those Saxons thought they couldn't launch a blitzkrieg against him, he struck them hard while they were unprepared.]

[And this is what is called pursuing victory.]

[All the people sent by the Saxons to encircle the Fred tribe have perished; he knows nothing about your side's intelligence.]

[Naturally, you should take this opportunity to maximize your advantage.]

[A king has no reason not to display his dominance.]

[You never intended to move forward timidly; what you should give the enemy is a complete and utter defeat.]

[Crush all the darkness that shrouds Britain.]

[Pierce through the enemy's body and heart.]

"Ha ha, although there is a mountain of tasks to do, there is no need to rush. Just proceed gracefully, gently, and with ease…"

Morgan's seat shifted from the desk to his lap, and her delicate hands began to act inappropriately.

Love was evident in her beautiful eyes.

The strings of her heart had long been plucked, resonating continuously.

Seeing her husband display such kingly dominance was also a cause for the witch's heart to flutter.

"Morgan, this is the duty room."

"Ha ha, do you think I built this castle for no reason? No one can step in without my permission.

I am fully prepared for everything…"

It is clear that favoring and cherishing the queen is also the king's duty.

This is a responsibility that Moran cannot shirk.