Huh? Are they all real?

The originally violent battlefield has returned to calm with the intervention of the third god.

The evil dragon also saw the full picture of the battlefield.

Everything in the past has disappeared.

There is only a wasteland in front of him, the charred land is full of criss-crossing cracks, and black smoke wisps in the deep ravines. The dry river is full of rubble, and occasionally broken sacred creations appear.

Several mountains in memory have disappeared, and only the smallest one is left with half for some reason.

The sky is covered by purple-red dark clouds mixed with the cold glow of the dark moon, and there are bursts of muffled thunder. The surroundings are silent, with only piles of sadness.

The evil dragon hangs in the sky, with a complicated look in his eyes, slowly flapping his wings, and the airflow he brings up only makes the dust rise and fall slightly, and this land seems to be unable to withstand any disturbance.

This is the war of gods, far beyond the exaggeration of any weapon it knows.

And it always feels that this seems to be the result of their great restraint.

After taking a look at the sun that reappeared.

After all, the evil dragon, who wanted to survive, quietly landed on the ground, crawled on the ground like a flexible lizard, and quickly crawled away when no one noticed.

In fact, the three gods noticed its little movements.

Even at this moment, the three of them were a little bit subtle.

The best one was the goddess of storms. As the incarnation of weapons, she didn't have many emotional ups and downs, and she had roughly known what kind of stuff it was before.

So she just glanced at the other party, confirmed that it was indeed alive, and then retracted her sight.

And the ancient dragon, who didn't know why he also wanted to let it live, frowned wildly. Even if it wasn't Drakarian himself, it was too challenging to its tolerance.

This is simply the greatest shame of the dragon species in thousands of years!

The most surprised one should be Dark Moon, who had just joined. She didn't keep looking at this side before, because she had some inferences that needed to be confirmed.

So, she didn't know that it was a stranger who was stuffed into her body by the evil dragon as a disguise, nor did she know how excellent the stranger was.

Therefore, in her opinion, the evil dragon that had been notorious for tens of thousands of years really turned into a stupid lizard crawling flexibly.

No, this is an evil dragon? ? ?

What happened in the years when I was away? ? ?

For the first time, Dark Moon felt what it meant to be out of touch with the times.

Finally, it was the voice of the ancient dragon that pulled Dark Moon back from the astonishment:

"Moon Goddess Selene Seraffield, Bloodless, what are you doing here? I didn't invite you, and the dragon race and the blood race don't have any friendship, so, are you here for each other?"

"Is this your own decision or the decision of the Moon King who is also a returnee?"

This was originally just the judgment of the ancient dragon based on the fact that the Moon King and the Lionheart King were both returnees, and he didn't think deeply about it.

At most, he thought that the two might know each other and be allies.

After all, they are all dead people who have returned.

But what he didn't know was that it was because of this sentence that he was labeled as a must-die in the eyes of the two goddesses!

Without any further words, the two goddesses looked at each other for a moment and reached an unspoken understanding.

After Denise raised her hand and snapped her fingers, an insurmountable storm enveloped the entire battlefield.

The Dark Moon in the sky also took the initiative to fall into the storm, and then the goddess showed her true form, the cold moonlight turned into a longbow, and the storm helped her pull the string.

The only pity is that the Holy Spear is not there, otherwise, the Dark Moon turned into a longbow, the Holy Spear was used as an arrow, and the storm pulled the bowstring, and it would surely kill any god!

Such a scene also made the ancient dragon slightly raise his head.

"It seems that I was right, the Moon King and the Lionheart King are allies? In this case, are the Sword and Shield King and the Eternal King and even Augustus, who has not yet been buried, also on your side?"

"With so many kings and so many returnees, what are you going to do?"

Neither of the two goddesses answered him, they were just silently working hard to kill the last ancient dragon.

Seeing that they did not answer his thoughts, Gu Long raised his head completely, looked at the two goddesses proudly and said:

"That's fine, let's fight without saying anything, I am Gu Long, I am a god, I am not afraid of any challenge!"

Gu Long's chest was already red, and his mouth was full of dripping red fire.

Then, he stood on the ground with his feet to support his body, and let his claws hold the thunder.

When the arrow was shot, the dragon's breath and thunder also met.

The huge shock wave caused by the collision of divine power almost instantly caught up with the evil dragon that had already crawled away and flew away.

The evil dragons as majestic as mountains were blown away like leaves in this exaggerated impact that seemed like the end of the world.

"Mom! I don't want to play anymore!"

The feeling of powerlessness in the previous battle of gods instantly dominated it again.

Before its head smashed a piece of soil and stone and fell into a coma.

The only thing it remembered was that it heard a dragon's roar amid its own cries and wails:

"At worst, sink this continent!"

After hearing this, the evil dragon had only one thought in its mind - are you gods really that exaggerated? !

Then, it was knocked unconscious.

——

Moen, who was still in the collapsed world, also raised his head at this moment and looked at the sky.

Although there was no such thing as the sky in this world, Moen knew that where was above, not based on his cognition, but based on the judgment of the world.

The second daughter, noticing Moen's strange expression, asked:

"What's wrong?"

The youngest daughter, who had been very active among the elves and dwarves before, dared not say anything and always hid behind her sister.

But at this time, she also poked her head out from behind her sister and looked at her with concern.

Morn sighed and said:

"I heard the dragon roar."

"Isn't this normal? Two of the three blasphemous dragons have died, and the remaining dragon species have lost their shelter and were not swallowed in, causing them to be torn apart by the collapsed world instead of being repatriated."

"It's normal for them to roar."

Morn shook his head and said:

"It's not theirs, it's the ancient dragons."

"Ancient dragon?"

This time, the youngest daughter came out from behind her sister.

"Isn't there only one ancient dragon left? The only one you let go, Coruscanx?"

"Yes, it's Him."

The ancient dragons committed a great sin in the Age of Gods, and Coruscanx was the only ancient dragon that did not participate.

He felt that his fellows had done something wrong, and he believed that the ancient dragons should always follow the original teachings.

Therefore, He is also the only ancient dragon who has been forgiven.

"What happened to him? Is it because of this?"

"I don't know, but he seems to be dying."

This sentence made the two girls more surprised.

As a god who became a god through the ancient dragon, they could hardly think of a god who could kill the other in a head-on battle.

Although people all agree that in theory, the sequence zero of each path has its own merits and it is difficult to tell who is better, but because the people and races who become gods are different.

So the gap between them is still quite obvious.

The ancient dragon Coruscanx is one of the very strong ones.

So strong that even if he takes one or two complete holy swords without any preparation, they think that he will not be in big trouble.

"So who can kill him? And I remember that he seems to be unkillable."

The second daughter said a shocking secret in surprise that even Coruscanx himself did not know.

As the last ancient dragon, he cannot be killed!

He is similar to the son of the abyss.

As the last second son who has not been surpassed, he enjoys great forgiveness and protection.

It's just that the blessing and crown of the abyss come from the original, while his comes from the eldest son.

Morn was silent for a moment and just said:

"We should hurry up."

The two girls naturally had no objection.

They also wanted to see their eldest daughter as soon as possible.

——

Outside the Holy Sword Village.

Ashadelon, the last of the three blasphemous dragons, was looking at the village in front of him with annoyance.

She had roughly figured out the situation of the holy sword.

So after noticing that the Lindworm helped her attract the attention of the last son.

She went straight to the Holy Sword Village.

This was where the last part of the holy sword was.

She had no intention of destroying the holy sword.

The original holy object was not something she could destroy, and she couldn't even understand how the holy sword was divided into three parts and recast into three new holy swords.

But she was Ashadelon who devoured the past.

She had her own way to try to avoid this disaster.

That was to devour the past of the holy sword and host her memory as the holy sword in it.

In this way, as long as the last son Fingolfin took the holy sword away, she would be able to escape with him.

This plan was very tempting, at least in her opinion.

So she came here directly, but she didn't expect it.

She was actually stopped here!

And the one who stopped her was a small mortal.

After looking at the sky anxiously, she looked at the human in front of her, whose half of his body was almost burned, with more anger.

She remembered that this guy seemed to be the contemporary hero of the Holy Sword Village.

This is also the tradition of this village. As a dragon that devoured the past, she knew that the origin of the Holy Sword Village was that the guardian of the Holy Sword wanted to train people who were qualified to hold the sword.

It is said that this is also the wish of the last son.

He hopes that the holy sword he left behind can be used as a weapon for the brave to resist all evil.

So the guardian of the holy sword selected the right person to train, but for countless generations, even if the other party's descendants have slowly branched out and developed into a village.

Still no one is qualified to pull up the holy sword and become a hero.

Thinking about it carefully, perhaps this just means that the last son has not died?

He was just trapped by something?

But even she couldn't know more.

And she was not in the mood to explore these ancient secrets.

She just wanted to hurry to the location of the holy sword and start the final attempt.

But

"Why don't you die!"

Unlike other dragon species, Ashadron's dragon breath is a cold fire like crystal.

It's freezing cold, but it burns through everything.

The huge crystal flame engulfed everything.

The young man with half of his body like charred charcoal still pulled out another imitation holy sword to resist and challenge the dragon's breath as before.

The imitation holy sword that the Holy Sword Village has copied for countless years before it has a chance to appear was easily broken.

But the young man resisted the dragon's breath far more tenaciously than the holy sword itself.

Looking at the young man who still didn't fall down.

Ashadron was slightly afraid:

"Why haven't you died yet? You are obviously just a mortal!"

Everything went smoothly at first. There were no powerful enough extraordinary people in the Holy Sword Village because they were screened out at the beginning.

The only people inside were the old, weak, women, and children, and some teenagers who could only be considered to have some fighting power.

So her arrival was overwhelming.

But in the end, this young man stood up with a large replica holy sword on his back and blocked her tightly.

He modified the rituals of the Holy Sword Village. He tied it to his own life.

If she couldn't kill him, she couldn't enter the village.

But whether it was dragon breath, concept erasure, or pure biting.

In addition to bringing her pieces of peeling dragon scales and wounds of varying sizes.

It only made this guy who should be dead look more like a dead person.

This time, the young man, who was almost covered with charcoal, first touched back.

He couldn't help but look back when he didn't touch the replica holy sword.

After discovering that the sword just now was the last one, he didn't give up as Ashadelon expected.

Instead, he shook his body and straightened his back, and continued to block the village.

And said to Ashadelon:

"I escaped"

"What?"

The voice was very weak, but Ashadelon could still hear it, but the content made him feel that he had heard it wrong.

What is escaped? Isn't he standing here?

"I escaped before, I don't deserve to be a hero, so this time, I can't escape"

The young man who said everything while staggering launched a final charge towards the dragon in front of him.

He is not Don Quixote, and he is not charging at the windmill.

He is a hero!

So, the dragon poured out the most violent dragon breath in his life towards him in extreme anger.

The crystal dragon breath almost enveloped the entire village.

But the people in the village were safe and sound. They all watched with tears in their eyes as the young man in front of the village was swallowed by the dragon breath.

It seemed that it was destined to end.

The young man who didn't even have a replica of the holy sword was destined to have his last dance.

The villagers who had already cried into tears collapsed and knelt on the ground.

This village is not big, so the children in the village can almost be regarded as the children of the entire village.

This is equivalent to watching their son die in front of them to protect the village.

The dragon that spewed out dragon breath was even more devastated.

Because that guy is still not dead!

"How can you not be dead yet!"

The dragon waved its claws in fear and anger.

This time she should succeed.

The Holy Sword Protection that the Holy Sword Village has obtained from the years of bondage with the Holy Sword has been exhausted in her repeated attacks.

It's just that the young man finally held on until hope came.

The gods who came threw the Holy Sword at the dragon that waved its claws.

The Holy Sword directly nailed the dragon to the ground.

Looking at the dragon that finally fell and the gods who stepped on the dragon's body.

The young man who exhausted the last bit of protection and will.

Finally he can fall!

When the god walked in front of him, he was surprised to find that this was an injury that even he could not treat.

Therefore, the god could only squat in front of the young man and asked him:

"I'm sorry, I'm late. So is there anything else you want to say, kid?"

The young man moved his lips and said:

"I still couldn't pull out the holy sword after all."

After a moment of hesitation, the god said:

"Kid, it's not your fault."

"That's because the stagnant holy sword is not worthy of the brave man who keeps moving forward."