"Hu... This is the first ti I've actively sucked blood... I should have avoided this behavior in the past."
"So that ans... I'm Moran's first?"
"Haha, you could say that."
Moran suppressed his blood-sucking urge.
The Principle of Inheritance has reached perfection, preventing him, as a True Ancestor, from falling into a mad pursuit of blood.
Now, Moran is simply not satisfied.
He hasn't imrsed himself in the act of blood-sucking.
To truly activate the Principle Idea Blood, besides having dusa consu blood, Moran also needs to engage in blood-sucking.
"So... I've beco what you call a Dead Apostle?"
"No, not yet. To beco a Dead Apostle, you must experience death. It will only happen when only my blood remains in your body."
"I see..."
dusa showed a disappointed expression.
Moran smiled, "Why? There's no need to be disappointed.
Your body currently contains my blood. Although it will give you the characteristics of a Dead Apostle, there won't be any other issues. dusa, my blood will flow within you, and you won't fall into corruption and madness anymore."
"Hmm... You're right... I just wanted to have an inseparable connection with you, Moran... I'm being too greedy."
dusa felt a bit embarrassed.
She still has a girlish heart.
"I can't do that. To kill you first and then turn you into a Dead Apostle... I can't do that."
[You understand the Ancestor's thod of nurturing kin]
[However, you can't easily apply this thod to soone you love. Even though the Principle is complete]
[Your blood has already infected dusa]
[And it has given her a characteristic against primates, a characteristic against the species that dominate this era]
[Your blood targets gods]
[It will exist as the poison of the world]
"They're building cities again..."
dusa and Moran stayed on the hillside.
She gazed at the humans constructing a city in the distant forest.
They were not just people from rchant ships.
To better deal with the heroes coming to subjugate the three sisters and to rebuild Pelasgi faster,
Moran chose to summon the Undying Demon Army.
"Yes, with the soldiers' help, Pelasgi will be rebuilt soon. As for the heroes coming from outside the island, I won't kill them all; I'll let those who can communicate survive."
Moran had experience from previous simulations.
He wasn't in a hurry about this.
As long as the heroes and warriors see that the Shapeless Isle isn't a den of monsters, and as in previous simulations, let them spread the word for him.
"Later, I'll also raise walls to surround the sea, protecting everyone. We can't let the Machine Gods discover us; we still need ti to develop..."
Moran's plans for the future were very clear.
The plan was proceeding step by step.
Listening to Moran's plans for the future, dusa felt how reliable this man was.
He was undoubtedly a hero unparalleled in the world.
At the sa ti, he was a great king.
"And, I'll need her help too..."
"Her? Could it be the one you ntioned..."
"Yes, her na is Morgan le Fay... She's also my wife. I hope you two can get along well..."
Moran couldn't help but feel awkward.
Especially seeing dusa's speechless expression, it made his old face blush, unable to continue.
[However, dusa is reasonable]
[Having heard you talk about your past in Britain, she also knows how much the Fairy Queen contributed to opening up the future and hope for you there]
[Rather than being jealous of Morgan]
[dusa felt more self-reproach for not being able to reach a beautiful future like Britain with you]
"After Pelasgi is established, she will manage the country for .
In Greece, I need to lay out plans for the future. dusa, you will guard Pelasgi then."
"Yes, I will."
dusa has always been protecting others.
There's no one more suitable than her.
dusa placed her hand on Moran's, a gesture that showed her determination.
[You don't plan to waste ti]
[While people are building the city on the Shapeless Isle, you choose to leave the island for the mainland to gather information]
[Currently, the Argonauts haven't set sail yet]
[dea is still young]
[It's still far from the ti to intervene, and the only thing you can do is one thing. You know there's a most willful, most troubleso goddess who has been waiting]
[You went to Arcadia]
[In the mountains, you entered a temple]
[It was a temple dedicated to one of the twelve Olympian gods, solely belonging to the moon goddess Artemis]
[In front of you was the statue of Artemis]
"Hu..."
Moran exhaled. He clapped his hands in front of the statue of the goddess drawing her bow, as if praying in the manner of a believer.
A warm breeze blew in from outside the temple.
However, you didn't catch the familiar scent.
"Didn't co..."
Moran murmured as he lowered his hands.
He looked at the lifelike statue of the goddess, the mories of previous Greek simulations were too clear.
The machine that chose to fall for the hero.
The deity willing to be shattered.
"Only a shattered god would fall in love with a human?"
Moran's mind recalled Zeus's words again.
A sense of sorrow welled up from the bottom of his heart.
Although he still doesn't agree with Zeus's words, they indeed match the Machine Gods well.
As Moran was about to step away.
Another warm breeze gently brushed past him, making it impossible for him to take another step towards the temple exit.
"Darling, you've offered a prayer..."
The familiar, beautiful voice echoed in his ears.
Like chains binding one's actions, making it impossible to move.
Moran heard the voice behind him.
Still as lively and lovely as ever.
He couldn't help but feel parched—
What Moran thought of was the machine that turned to ashes in the divine thunder, and her smile at the mont of parting.
The woman who chose to defy fate for him.
The goddess who wanted to save him till the end.
"You've co... Artemis..."
"Of course, darling, this is the first ti you've offered a prayer, right? I couldn't possibly miss it."
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