[Responding to the call of these two]
[You draw the golden sword hanging at your waist and directly slash it across your own arm, spilling blood]
[The flawless king offers his blood]
[This slash causes physical mutilation, but that brilliance is even more dazzling than before]
[The splattered arm dissolves like mist]
[As the mysterious aggregate of Britain, you now offer a part of yourself to this island]
[Only to achieve the ideal foundation]
[Blood gushes from the severed arm, and the light of the magical array grows ever stronger]
[Every drop of blood contains principles]
[They are concepts that can construct the cornerstone of planets, almost the most targeted weapons against human principles]
[If such blood is in operation]
[Then even in the face of human principles, Britain can ensure the possibility of the divine age continuing and continue to exist in this world]
[No one needs to welcome the destined demise]
[Everyone has a chance to survive]
[After all, this is also the stubbornness of a clumsy man, and now he is practicing it with his own hands]
[Though he possesses the majesty and wisdom of a king]
[At this point, for any king, you are probably just a pure fool]
[Looking back at those actions, it is indeed so]
[Having achieved the best result, Britain has been safely extended for hundreds of years, yet still, it is not satisfied; there are probably few humans in the world more greedy than you]
"For now, I am convinced of the future.
So I made this choice. If I can do better, there is no reason not to continue, right? Aren't geniuses often seen as madmen before they truly succeed?"
Moran feels the torrent of life continuously flowing away within him, as the principles of his life's essence keep disappearing.
Even now, as he personally severs his left arm.
He remains very rational and calm.
He believes that he and his wife have gone through reasonable thinking; this is the equation calculated for the future.
Therefore, he cannot accept being labeled a fool.
What drives the world is not just reason.
Whether one's actions are correct or not, even if there is such a background, taking action or not is another matter.
Regarded by the world as a king who transcends humanity.
In fact, this is just people not seeing through the essence.
Moran embodies humanity more than anyone else.
Thus, he shines so brilliantly in the eyes of the world.
"As a king, there is no reason to be inferior to a subject.
Vortigern, I will show the courage that a king you admire should have. I said I would let you see…"
The storm of divine might causes flesh to explode.
This is a punishment for the last dragon's attempt to overturn the world, and the blood connected to the soul is also being stripped away.
Bones shatter, and the soul crumbles like dust.
Yet, he has not fallen.
[—Ah, that is natural]
[Because at this moment, you are truly the closest to that self who once desired to offer everything in pursuit of happiness]
[This courage surpasses all]
[Outside the ceremony, there are still your wives waiting for you, so there is no reason to relax]
[Blood, soul, and marrow are being drawn out]
[You step towards the giant stone]
[Having already lost seventy percent of your original strength, and the energy within you is still being drained, you have fallen from fantasy to the mundane, moving forward solely with that pure body]
[As if facing the trial of death]
"Though it may sound a bit self-praising, perhaps only I can reach this step, which is why I will become the king who saves Britain.
From now on, it will be a future unexplored by anyone!"
Moran's cracked right hand tightly grips the sword hilt.
The future he is about to lose is unfolding.
He can vaguely see that Britain will still face difficulties in the future, and people will repeatedly confront suffering and obstacles.
But there will also be brilliant people fighting.
Just like watching children grow through rolling and crawling, a smile of joy appears on Moran's face.
The eternal land of the divine age will be an ideal place.
It must be a beautiful future.
[What arises in the heart is the joy of swallowing pain]
[You have foreseen that you will wither away in this era, yet people's understanding will never stagnate; it will continue to grow]
[What you see is such a future scene]
[Your heart feels elated]
[This is the realm that only you can construct the foundation to achieve, even in places no one has ever stepped foot in]
[Crossing divine might with a mortal body]
[Resisting the temptation of possessing great power]
[What you gain is the impermanence of life, truth, and the courage to face these—]
[This invisible brilliance and this pride]
[Is where true strength lies]
[Now, you grit your teeth for the long-awaited conclusion, pouring this last bit of strength into the ground]
[The golden sword pierces the earth]
[Successfully connecting the foundation of Britain]
[You take this final step, truly achieving something unprecedented]
[At the moment the golden sword connects with the ground]
[The blood-red patterns instantly transform into a prominent azure color, and the ancient heart's geological space changes]
[It is clear that this ceremony has succeeded]
[The storm at the center of the ritual gradually dissipates, and the figure holding the golden sword remains there]
[At the beginning, they were watching from there]
[Seeing their beloved man sever his arm and offer his blood, they could do nothing to help from the outside, almost feeling their hearts being torn apart]
[Now, the ceremony is completely over]
[They immediately step forward to support your body, and Morgan without saying a word waves her staff to attach a prosthetic limb for you]
[Your lips turn blue, and your face is pale]
[But there is still a satisfied expression on your face, and the women surrounding you all show concern]
[If it weren't for the fact that they could still sense your breath]
[It would not be surprising if you were regarded as a corpse]
[Of course, they would not blame you]
[The women who understand the situation know what you have sacrificed and what great achievement you have accomplished]
[What changes will Britain undergo in the future]
[This is something no one could have imagined]
[Moreover, seeing such a hardworking husband, they as wives could not bear to blame anything]
[You are doing this for them]
[A surge of emotion, both touching and sorrowful, rises in your heart, ultimately transforming into the purest love]
[Saying words befitting a wife]
"…Husband, you succeeded…".