Huh? Are they all real?

The man who had been frightened and went crazy could only lie curled up and trembling on the increasingly cold deck of the starship.

The starship that had lost all power and divinity gradually dispersed those weird patterns.

All the light sources in the ship were also extinguished, leaving only the emergency cold light source flickering.

This made the crouched and trembling man look particularly miserable.

He could only hide his head in his clothes and whisper:

"You can't blame me, you can't blame me. I just want to see more. I just made the same choice as everyone else. You can't blame me."

Some of the thoughts that the People's League had already had became more and more out of control because of his sudden rampage.

Because he proved to the Human League that God is truly invincible.

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What happens in the People's Union will naturally not affect the Old Continent.

And for the People's Federation, it is difficult for a man who cannot handle a natural disaster to make waves in the old continent.

Even if he were here, he might not dare to show his face here. After all, the brother he had high hopes for had just died here.

More and more people are coming from all over to pay homage to the Savior.

They not only have survivors from the old continent but also warriors from other continents.

Most of them consciously stopped far away from the sea of ​​flowers.

He just knelt down quietly and prayed to the Savior sleeping in the sea of ​​flowers.

Pray that the Savior can rest in peace, and pray that the original can take away the Soul of the Savior.

There are also some people with special status who will take the initiative to go deeper.

But when a Knight of the Round Table first walked up to the witch, they stopped getting closer.

Because when the round table approached, he knelt down and saluted before he could.

He was stunned when he heard the goddess in front of him whisper to him:

"He just fell asleep."

This sudden sentence made the noble Knight of the Round Table freeze on the spot.

He glanced at the goddess in front of him and the new queen in her arms with sorrow in his eyes.

The Knight of the Round Table suddenly covered his mouth and turned around and left.

The goddess in front of him was just like his goddess, who had fallen into a dream weaved for herself because of the king's departure!

The gods and kings had previously lamented the departure of the savior.

The witch was so broken before, hugging the savior and crying bitterly.

In this case, who would believe that the savior was just asleep?

Even if someone saw that Moen was still breathing, they would only shake their heads more and more, thinking that the goddess had locked both themselves and the savior into her beautiful dream.

And looked at the round table who had left crying.

The witch who finally plucked up the courage to try to explain everything was in despair.

Not daring to let go of Moen, she hurriedly said towards the back of the round table:

"Wait, he really just fell asleep!"

But the other party just cried more obviously and walked away faster.

From then on, no one came near her.

This is both a sign of respect and a fear of not coming forward.

One is the fear of seeing such a sad scene, and the other is the fear that the goddess will suddenly go crazy.

It would be better to say that in this situation, they already have great trust in each other if they dare to get close.

So they all looked at the goddess and the new queen from a distance, then shook their heads with helplessness and regret and left.

This made the witch blush so red that she was about to smoke, and at the same time she was completely desperate.

She knew she couldn't explain it now.

So I could only take Moen and disappear.

I thought I would be able to explain it properly after Moen woke up.

But people sighed and shook their heads even more.

But Moen, who indirectly caused all this, slept well without knowing anything about it.

When he finally opened his eyes in great comfort on a pillow that made him want to continue lying down.

He first saw a third of the sky covered and smelled the peaceful body fragrance that had always put him to sleep before.

Then he saw the witch's beautiful face, which was slightly resentful but full of tenderness.

After the two sides looked at each other quietly for a moment, Moen knew that he should be lying on the witch's lap.

That's great, a girl's legs are really the best pillows!

Moen, who felt that he was qualified to enjoy this beautiful moment, asked happily:

"How long have I been asleep?"

Looking at such a lover, how could the goddess have any resentment, not to mention that it was actually her own problem, so she could only give up and say with a smile:

"Two days and one night, my lord."

Moen's mood was indeed very complicated when he heard this title. He became the king again.

But Moen was more pleased.

This girl finally became a god!

And the surviving people of the Old World can finally have a real protector.

They and she have gone through so much hardship, and this is what they deserve.

Moen asked with a smile:

"So, you became a god?"

"Yes, so, I was right?"

The goddess who answered Moen turned her gaze away a little shyly.

She felt that the other party would definitely agree to become her king.

She also chose the other person to be her king.

So when Moen opened her eyes, she couldn't wait to call him her majesty.

But because of what happened before, she was also a little timid, timid that she had made a mistake again

Although she thinks this should be impossible.

Moen raised his hand and touched the witch's soft cheek and said:

"This feels like the best velvet that fascinates me."

There was no answer, but he also gave his own answer.

If such an upright person had not promised himself, he would not have spoken and been so intimate to himself.

So the goddess smiled and pressed Morn's hand on her cheek and said sideways:

"Then you can feel it forever."

"I'm so lucky."

Moen adjusted his posture and found a more comfortable angle and closed his eyes.

If there is anything more enjoyable than a girl's knee pillow, it must be the goddess's knee pillow!

The only thing that made Morn not know whether it was good or bad was that he could only see two-thirds of the sky if he opened his eyes.

The new goddess gently stroked the new king's hair and said:

"I'm so lucky. Without you, I would have nothing, the throne, life, and the most important love."

At the end of the speech, the goddess hesitated for a moment.

Still hugged Morn's head and moved her legs and feet back to bend down.

This was a scene Morn had seen before.

In the shadow curtain, there was also a goddess who did this to him.

However, she seemed to have forgotten it.

Looking at the beautiful face getting closer and closer, Moon also went to meet it with some expectation.

But before anything happened, the goddess suddenly pressed Moon back to her legs.

"Sorry, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

It's not that I don't want to, but I'm too shy, especially when I think about what I did before.

Moen, who was pressed back to the goddess' legs, said with a smile:

"There's no need to be so excited."

But while laughing, Moon suddenly looked at the witch's face and asked:

"Did something happen?"

The witch tilted her head even more when she heard it.

Moen was shocked and said:

"What really happened?"

The witch knew she couldn't escape anymore.

So she could only look around and say:

"Well, you, you are dead now in the eyes of outsiders. The gods, kings, and everyone in the old continent think so. And, and, because you slept for too long, so, so."

Finally, the witch couldn't help but say in one breath:

"So now the whole continent and even the world are commemorating your death and I'm really sorry because you really scared me at that time!"

After this long string of voices.

The only one who responded to the goddess was Moen's puzzled voice:

"Ah?!"