"Truly… I have lost to you.
You are the only king of Britain… even now… I still can't help but think this way…"
A sense of calm emotion arose in Vortigern's heart.
In the end, he was able to resolve his confusion this way.
For a dragon tormented by madness, such an ending is perhaps too perfect.
Once again, he offered his admiration to this king.
"—My lord, let me once again bask in your brilliance, let me once again receive your guidance, and give me the opportunity to follow that dazzling future once more—I hope that all of this will ultimately be beautiful."
Once, he believed in no one.
The most desperate, the most cowardly dragon.
Now, he chose to trust.
Vortigern felt a deafening realization about his past self, and for that, he chose to offer everything to this king.
With an earnest tone and a yearning gaze.
The dragon spoke to Moran.
"Ah, you will see it, and you will not be disappointed. The future constructed by this technique will continue on."
Moran smiled calmly and nodded.
Looking at his utterly foolish subject, he felt quite helpless.
Only now did he say these words.
Was this late realization too late?
[The technique you constructed will operate autonomously.]
[The principle of the Idea Blood will continue to exist in Britain, even if it is separated from you, just like a natural phenomenon.]
[Because this is the technique you created.]
[It operates like program code.]
[Even if you no longer reign over Britain, these rules and principles will automatically select a mysterious king.]
[The selection criteria are not complicated.]
[It will autonomously choose someone who can ensure the continuation of Britain's divine era, with the evaluation standards set by you personally.]
[Just like the sword in the stone that determines the king.]
[In the future, the autonomously operating principles of Britain will follow your settings to choose the island's master.]
[Britain will welcome a new king.]
[With such rules for selecting the island's master, those who are chosen will have passed the standards you set, ensuring that Britain continues to operate.]
[The person who becomes the island's master will be endowed with great power.]
[But they will also be bound by responsibilities.]
[In this regard, it is somewhat similar to the principle of the Idea Blood. While gaining great power, they also bear a curse.]
[The responsibility of the island's master is—]
[To do their utmost to maintain the continuation of Britain's divine era, as well as its prosperity and flourishing.]
[The overall operation mode is somewhat similar to restraint.]
[There are more detailed settings.]
[This can be considered your self-created self-preservation system for Britain, modeled after the two great restraints of Alaya Consciousness and Gaia.]
"Ah… the eternal existence of Britain…
This is no longer a dream… it exists here…"
Vortigern sensed the foundation of the technique.
He roughly understood the operational theory within and actively connected and synchronized the circuits in his body with the technique.
He felt exhilarated that he could achieve great things.
Offering his life, unafraid.
[The stone pillar inscribed with the technique's patterns gradually extended.]
[Morgan and Merlin, the two magi, waved their wands together, activating the technique located underground.]
[Vortigern was positioned directly beneath the stone pillar.]
[The ritual you adopted is similar to the one used to construct the Holy Grail in Fuyuki, both based on the offering of flesh and blood as a foundation.]
[Initially, it was the ancestor of the artificial humans, Justeaze, as the sacrifice; now the sacrifice has been changed to the more powerful Vortigern.]
[This is also the reason you subdued Vortigern.]
[Long ago, when you traveled through Britain with Morgan, you had already conceived the prototype of the plan to save Britain.]
[Thus, Vortigern was indispensable.]
[He must actively assist.]
"Hahahahaha—what joy! What joy! As a man of despair, I can actually gain hope in the end!
Good, very good! No more regrets! Absolutely no regrets!"
Vortigern lay at the very center of the ritual array.
He laughed heartily.
[The giant stone pillar foundation, over a hundred meters long, approached; he clearly knew that it was the impending death.]
[However, the dragon had no interest in greeting death with a grim face.]
[He trusted in the king's brilliance that you displayed.]
[Having completely decided to offer his loyalty, he made a decision.]
[Since he once lamented and was trapped in despair,]
[In this final moment, he wanted to gaze at the future with the confident eyes of the king he admired and let out a hearty laugh.]
[No, what was coming was not death.]
[It was truly a blessing.]
[There lay the hope for Britain's future, proof that the things he cherished could exist in the world.]
"King, please allow me to bless your future, bless our ideals! I offer my heart, I offer my flesh and blood! Take it all! Let all of this become the foundation for the blueprint of the future! If it's you, it is enough for me to entrust all of this! Oh oh oh oh—!!"
[The foundation stone pillar gradually descended and crushed.]
[That roar filled with ecstasy and blessings was drowned out, accompanied by the sound of bones being crushed echoing underground.]
[Like the most ancient of juicers.]
[The dragon's flesh and bones were crushed by the giant stone, blood flowing uncontrollably from the gaps in the stone tablet's patterns.]
[Every drop of blood was put to good use.]
[Not only was the stone tablet's technique circuit irrigated by dragon blood, but the underground incantation circuits were also filled.]
[Lines of circuits gradually emitted dazzling red light.]
[The flowing blood seemed to have consciousness.]
[They extended outward like writhing tentacles, crawling into every corner of the ancient heart's layers.]
[Moreover, they seeped into the cracks of the rock layers and extended outward.]
[Morgan and Merlin's expressions were tense.]
[They focused intently on manipulating every detail; there could not be a single mistake here.]
[Overlooking the skies of Britain Island,]
[It seemed as if a dragon-shaped pattern faintly emerged, Vortigern's blood and flesh mingling with the principles, integrating into Britain.]
[Vortigern, as the embodiment of the island,]
[Made Britain show no rejection of the technique; the integration process was even smoother than expected.]
"Moran, my husband, it's now!"
Morgan and Merlin suddenly shouted.
They have already allowed Vortigern to offer a fabric woven from the essence of life to cover Britain. What remains is to carve textures into this fabric.
This important task must be undertaken by Moran.
He is the core of this ceremony.