Huh? Are they all real?

Looking at the Holy Lance falling from the sky.

The people who took refuge in Avalon were extremely excited.

And the Round Tables who were still holding on were extremely unbelievable.

After all, this was a beautiful fantasy that even they had given up.

They had been holding on for too long in that land that had lost its faith.

So long that even if they had not abandoned their faith and perseverance, they no longer had any hope.

Their persistence was just to continue their previous sacrifices and will.

And now, in the darkest time of Avalon, their prayers were actually answered.

The glow of the Holy Lance was not dazzling, but it made them cry.

The perseverance that lasted for several eras finally got a response!

Amid the cheers of countless people, the Round Tables all walked down the city wall in disbelief and looked at the Holy Lance anchored in the center of Avalon.

A moment later, they also knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces.

They kept worshipping the statue in front of them:

"Your Majesty, you are finally back!"

Even if it was just the appearance of the Holy Lance, it was enough to prove who was back.

Because weapons will not move on their own, there is no doubt about it.

The Lionheart is back!

And he found this place for them!

And on the top of the distant snow mountain.

Three blasphemous dragons appeared in the sky.

They brought everything that happened in Avalon to Morn.

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground.

They sneered:

"Great Lionheart, how do you feel now? How does it feel to finally save your believers?"

The twisted dragon species almost occupied the entire sky.

This is their world, and they are the gods of this world.

And behind them, more and more dragon species gathered here.

And gradually occupied the remaining sky.

Like the end of the world.

This must be the first term that everyone who sees this scene thinks of.

Let me ask, what can be more desperate than seeing so many evil dragons?

So the people gathered on the snowy mountain all fled down the mountain.

Even if someone recognized that it was the Lionheart.

First, there is no place for mortals in the battle of the Supremes, and second, hasn't the Lionheart King thrown out the Holy Lance?

Even the most ignorant mortals will know that the king with the Holy Lance and the king without the Holy Lance are two different concepts.

So in just a moment, the top of the huge snowy mountain was left with only the noisy wind and snow.

And a dilapidated church in the distance.

People seemed to regard this place as a refuge.

As for the question of the three-headed dragon.

Morn looked up and smiled:

"Although it's a bit late, fortunately I caught up. I'm glad that I didn't disappoint their expectations at the last moment."

"After all, I've been absent for too long."

The king calmly expressed his thoughts.

As his body turned, the lion doll hanging around his waist also swayed.

This attracted Ashadron's attention.

After taking a look, it whispered:

"It's just a remnant from the past. Is it necessary to hang it around your waist?"

Moen looked down at the slightly dirty doll and said:

"Everyone has a different definition of treasure. To you, it is just a remnant from the past, an illusion that will disappear once you leave this world."

"But I think it is so dazzling and beautiful."

Linde Worm couldn't help but laugh:

"No matter how beautiful it is, it will only be a flash in the pan. Even you know that once you leave this world, it will disappear. Why do you care so much?"

Moen looked at the ugly worm and said:

"Because even so, it will exist in my memory. It can't be that even this will disappear with smoke, right?"

The king's answer left the two evil dragons speechless.

They could only change their words and say:

"Forget it, these are insignificant details. Now, we want to ask you, the Lionheart who lost the Holy Lance."

"Will you continue to stop us?"

The swallowed Ashadron has walked down from the sky, revealing its elegant and beautiful noble figure.

For it, the dragon is the perfect combination of ferociousness and elegance.

The beautiful scales have flashed colorful colors under the sunlight.

This makes it look even more beautiful and charming.

It walked in front of the king and said condescendingly:

"We have no intention of fighting the storm who finally found the treasure, because our ancestors have proved how crazy it would be."

Their ancestors had no idea what the king meant to the eldest sons who once resisted the king.

But they won't, they have learned their lesson.

They don't want to cause the storm that will inevitably go completely crazy.

The Holy Lance plus a complete path to God is too crazy no matter how you think about it.

I really don't know what the eldest sons of the Age of Gods were thinking to create such a monster.

"But even so, it doesn't mean we will tolerate your continuation."

"So, if you leave now, we can still pretend that nothing happened."

"But if you continue to resist, then I can only see if the Holy Spear without its master is still so terrible."

This is an extremely obvious threat.

It's just short of saying that if you don't leave, we will kill you immediately.

In response, the king just smiled and said:

"You've already accomplished this, why do you still have to go round and round like this?"

The king who shook his head also walked towards the church that was slightly dilapidated although it had been carefully repaired.

In this regard, neither Ashadron, Lindworm nor Fafnir, who were right next to Morn, stood in the way.

The opponent no longer has the holy spear, and they don't think the lion can do anything without its minions.

Therefore, Ashadron just followed the other party and stepped forward together:

"Because we want to give a supreme being like you some decency."

The dilapidated church was getting closer and closer, but the king slowed down his pace more and more.

As he said before, sometimes it is really hard to make a choice.

Looking at the ancient church in front of him, he had no impression of it at all.

The king who hesitated slightly continued to move forward:

"You are not as good as your three ancestors, no matter in terms of status, bloodline or strength."

The invisible Fafnir swallowed up almost everything in front of it into its illusory shadow.

Make the road ahead look as if it leads to hell rather than to church.

Hidden in the deep darkness, it said:

"Of course, we are only later generations, but our ancestors came directly from the great father's perfect creation. And now, what we want is to correct this mistake."

But looking at the king who was still moving forward, it felt that it was boring and changed back.

Such tricks mean nothing to such a Supreme Being and even make him look like a clown.

"I have already said that your approach cannot correct your mistakes. It is not even as effective as what your predecessors tried previously in the Old Continent."

"Your ancestors committed a great sin, which was an unforgivable sin against the gods and the original. If you want to redeem yourself, you can only atone for your sins instead of continuing to challenge the boundaries set by the original for you."

"You are not atoning for your sins, you are adding to them."

The straightforward answer made Fafnir furious:

"That's enough, you stupid lion who doesn't know anything!"

"You have no idea how much we have paid for all of this!"

Moen suddenly looked up at it and said:

"What did you pay for? The path to ascension and the ritual of becoming a god that have been reproduced through careful exploration for countless epochs? Or have you corrupted my church for selfish desires and stupidity, and become a place for you to amass money in order to collect all kinds of materials and satisfaction? Cursed Tool?"

"Everyone of them is so disgusting and stupid. How on earth do you have the nerve to say that I don't know how much you all paid?"

"When did such an act become so high-sounding? Save it, you are not even trying to break the curse, you just want to become a god yourself!"

"Do you know how you are inferior to your ancestors?"

"This is the biggest disadvantage. You didn't plan all this for the advancement of the tribe, so you don't even have the courage to risk everything."

"I still hate the actions of your ancestors, but I still admit that they are indeed striving for their own group. To this world, they are undisputed sinful dragons, but to you and the ancient dragons as a whole, They are heroes."

The most heart-wrenching words were spoken by the king with great frankness.

Fafnir broke through his guard almost instantly and ran away.

"Do you want to die? Can't you see clearly what your situation is? Who are you without the Holy Spear?"

"You are just a mortal who was lucky enough to be favored by the Holy Spear, and we are noble dragons!"

"You disgusting piece of shit!"

Under Fafnir's anger, the ruined church that had been repaired and looked like it instantly changed back to its original appearance.

No, not even that.

Because at this moment, the church is empty on all sides, with only a frame left.

It was only at this moment that the three-headed evil dragon noticed what was in the church.

A girl kneeling in front of a knight's sword.

This made the three-headed dragon appear in a trance for a short time. Why didn't they notice it before?

But the girl didn't pay any attention to the evil dragon in the sky and the oncoming king.

She just guarded the sword quietly.

But as the king gradually approached, she also raised her head.

Then, the girl's eyes were gradually filled with doubts.

She didn't know the person in front of her, but she felt extremely familiar.

The other party smiled ashamedly at her and said:

"After all these years, no one has pulled it out yet?"

This sentence was just spoken, and the girl stood up with surprise on her face.

Her eyes widened instantly and her mouth opened slightly, as if she couldn't believe what she heard. Surprise and surprise were intertwined in her eyes, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

Just as the Round Table was waiting for the Lion-Hearted King, they were so unbelievable.

The same goes for girls.

In other words, the girl waited longer than the round tables.

After a long time, the stars in the sky changed their positions.

The interaction between the two people made the evil dragon in the sky incomprehensible and became even more furious.

"Answer me, you damn beast, do you really think we dare not kill you?"

The king finally responded to them:

"If they were your ancestors, when I threw the holy spear, they would come and kill me without any nonsense or illusion, because they knew what they were doing and what they wanted."

"But you three, you won't. You hesitate, look back and forth, seem to be decisive, but in fact you are timid. Stupidity and arrogance have almost completely emptied your brains."

"It's like this, how dare you imitate your ancestors!"

The three-headed dragon was speechless again.

In the boundless anger, Fafnir had already condensed into substance and appeared in front of Morn.

The hideous and huge dragon head was right in front of Morn.

Unlike the previous Heather family-style evil dragon, this one here finally had a ferocious oppressive feeling that matched its appearance.

"Not now, Lionheart!"

Even if it turned into an invisible dragon, the dragon's breath still rose in its mouth.

It wanted to burn this arrogant king to death, and then see for itself whether the so-called holy spear could fight the three-headed dragon god!

But to its surprise, the king also responded with sarcasm:

"It's too late now, Fafnir!"

It talked to them for so long, just for this moment!

Morn's hand was directly placed on the hilt of the sword that was already covered with moss and vines.

The next moment, a golden glow burst out directly.

The moss that had stained the sword for countless years slid off.

The sacred sword body was revealed!

The dragon's pupils also shrank suddenly.

The king threw out the holy spear, this is a fact.

The god drew the holy sword, this is still a fact!

Fafnir, who seemed to realize something, had put away all his thoughts and retreated madly.

It wanted to return to the invisible, but it found that it couldn't do it.

It even felt more and more what it had lost long ago - the weight of the body!

The flesh and blood that it had abandoned actually grew on this invisible body.

Looking at his fully formed claws.

Fafnir broke his defense and shouted:

"Who are you?"

"Aren't you the Lionheart?"

In response to the dragon's question, the god suddenly drew up the holy sword.

"The Holy Lance is the decisive battle weapon of the Age of Gods, and the Lionheart King is a mortal who captured the Holy Lance. Idiot, why don't you think about what kind of mortal can touch or even capture the Holy Lance?"

The Holy Sword has been pulled out by the God, and in front of the endless holiness, the dragons have already fled.

The God just looked at the fleeing dragons with a mocking look, and continued to move towards Fafnir.

It is indeed only the remnants of the concept of dragons, and they have no arrogance of ancient dragons.

If it were the ancient dragons here at this moment, they would not run away.

They would accept it helplessly and then fight to death.

You will never regret the path you choose.

This is the ancient dragon.

"Your ancestor, the first Fafnir dragon, was given flesh and blood, and then killed in the Distant Forest. Its body was used to nourish the Forbidden Magic Stone Forest."

"I thought this was something I would only do once, but I didn't expect to meet the second Fafnir dragon in so many years."

"But this time, I won't bury you in the Distant Forest, because you are not qualified to accompany my brothers."

The last sentence made Fafnir stunned.

It murmured:

"Who are you?"

The god had already walked in front of it with the holy sword in hand.

The brilliance of the holy sword was still so dazzling.

It seemed to be able to pierce the sky.

The dragon was still a dragon. Even if it was terrified and had no way to retreat, it was still countless higher than the god.

But at this moment, the dragon that retreated to the edge of the snow mountain seemed to be looked down upon by the seemingly insignificant god.

The god did not answer it immediately, but just looked at the snowy mountain where only Fafnir was left and laughed:

"You seem to have said that you who have done all this can be cruel, crazy, and do whatever you want, but you can't be a clown."

"But now, it seems that you are the only one who didn't become a real clown because you didn't run away."

"Isn't it too funny?"

Fafnir swallowed his saliva and repeated the previous question:

"Who are you?"

The god shook his head and raised the holy sword and swung it forward.

The sword light cut through the world.

It also cut off the dragon's head.

The huge black dragon head rolled straight down at the feet of the god.

At this point, the god from the past said to the black dragon's still scarlet vertical pupils:

"I don't like to talk about mortals like my brothers, but I am happy to learn from them once."

"Mortal, listen carefully, I was once called Fingolfin by people, the last son who holds the holy sword!"

"Do you still think you are a so-called noble dragon now, Drakarian?"

The black dragon naturally couldn't answer Morn.

But its scarlet vertical pupils were completely dim.

The god shook his head and looked at this world that began to gradually collapse because of the loss of Fafnir.

After a moment, he said with a smile:

"How dare you say don't be a clown?"

The three-headed dragon who promised not to be a clown turned out to be a clown in the end.