Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 315: The Gathering Place of Countless Eras
So can the Holy Lance really be separated from Denise?
The answer is yes and no.

Because Denise is both the Holy Spear and the Goddess of Storms, that's what she did last night as she was confronting the Holy Tree while protecting Morn.

But if they want to separate like this, only Moon, the master of the Holy Spear, can do it.

Denise understood what Moon meant and stopped trying to dissuade him.

There was no difference between handing the Holy Lance to Morn and having her by Morn's side.

So Denise handed the Holy Lance horizontally to Moon.

And as the Holy Lance completed this extremely ordinary yet sacred handover.

The glow under Moon's feet burst out with unprecedented brightness.

Wait until the light fades and the blood burns away.

Moon completed the invasion.

Only the goddess of storms stood alone.

After a moment, the Goddess of Storm raised her eyebrows slightly and looked up.

As the king left, the cold dark moon appeared in the sky, although it was obscured by the sun's light and was not as bright as at night.

But it is still clearly visible.

After a moment of eye contact, the Goddess of Storm gave a rare provocative smile.

Dark Moon seemed to see it, but also seemed not to.

Because she didn't say anything.
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And in that chaotic world that was accumulated and appeared because of the devouring of the three-headed blasphemous dragon.

The various buildings and people from various eras and cultures all looked at each other incomprehensibly.

They all knew that something was definitely wrong.

Because not only did they see countless buildings that were not what they knew, they even saw a city folded like a cylinder above their heads.

The once familiar sky and sun are long gone.

The only things there are are the layers of buildings stacked in an increasingly chaotic manner.

Some extraordinary people can even see people above their heads looking at them in surprise.

Even the former authority has been disrupted beyond recognition by all this weirdness.

But people who knew clearly that something was definitely wrong quickly organized a team to find out what was going on.

As they continued to move forward, they became more and more certain of their previous speculations.

That is they really are from different times.

Although it is not uncommon in this world for people who lived three hundred years ago to talk to people who lived three thousand years ago, it is shocking that it happens so often.

And through general communication, they also confirmed one thing, that is, the farthest time now is the end of the Second Era.

That is, when the Blood Dynasty was still wreaking havoc, and the later Moon King, the Piercer Zebes, had not yet left the dynasty with the Blood Saint.

The latest was the return of King Lionheart in the Fourth Era.

I don’t know if this can be considered an advantage of the world of Gods, but if you want to roughly determine what era a person is in, just ask him about the most famous God-King at that time and the corresponding events.

In a world where gods really exist, knowing the glory of the Supreme is a compulsory course since childhood.

Otherwise, if you call the wrong god and the corresponding king when praying, something serious will happen.

As they advanced, they could no longer see the large number of cities above their heads or around them.

There are only large tracts of jungle and occasional dilapidated buildings.

After taking a look at his pocket watch, the leader asked:
“When was the last time we saw new construction?”

"It was almost two hours ago. What happened?"

The dwarf from the Third Age answered a little displeasedly, because the leader was an elf.

The other party pricked up his slender ears and said:

"Although it's very chaotic, the wind in the air still tells me that something is approaching ahead. It's something very dangerous."

Hearing this, the people in the makeshift team hurriedly picked up their weapons.

The dwarf even raised his huge battle axe, which was taller than the others, and cursed:
"Next time you should tell me about this kind of thing sooner, you have long ears that can't tell the difference between primary and secondary!"

"So did your Lawson's wind tell you where the enemy is coming from?"

The elf bowed slightly and said:
"I'm sorry, but the wind and elements from different times make it difficult for me to listen to the sounds of nature."

Immediately, he turned around and pulled the tree bow he had been carrying towards the left front and said:

"But I'm sure there's someone here, just one, and his identity is unknown."

As soon as the words fell, the arrow in the elf's hand flew away and disappeared into the woods in the blink of an eye. "How is it, did you hit it?"

The dwarf walked up behind the elf with his axe raised, and as he asked, he prepared to use his axe as a shield to protect both him and the elf.

"No."

"Haha, don't you long-eared people all say that your bows never miss a target? You are bringing shame to the long-eared ones!"

The elf ignored the dwarf's abuse and simply put down his bow and said:
"Because I wasn't aiming at him. Come out, I already know you're no threat."

At this point, a man dressed as a scholar walked out of the woods tremblingly with his hands raised high.

The arrow just now just grazed his scalp.

Although he was not hurt, it was really scary.

"I, I, I'm just an ordinary person, I, I don't know anything!"

The elf asked him:
"I'm sorry for my actions, but I'm sure you've seen the top of your head and know that this is not normal, so I hope you understand, and I want to ask you a question."

"That is, what is the biggest event you can remember? Preferably one that happened recently."

The scholar was stunned for a moment and then said:

"Um, does the return of the Moon King count?"

"The Moon King returns, and the White King dies in battle?"

"Yes, that's it."

Hearing this, the elf turned around and said to a human mercenary:
“It’s the people of your time.”

The scholar asked, not quite understanding:

“What are the people of your time?”

The elf turned back to him and said:
"I come from the Second Age, and this dwarf is from the Third Age. We didn't live until now, but we suddenly appeared here. So, do you understand?"

The scholar was stunned.

He thought it was incredible that he had finally crawled out of the ruins with the strange girl and the big sword.

But it became even more exaggerated after coming up?

The dwarf said strangely:

"Long ears, you said your wind said there is something very dangerous ahead. But this guy is not dangerous at all."

As soon as they finished speaking, they suddenly saw a sword beam slashing towards the sky in front of them.

Then a huge howl was heard.

But because of the tall trees blocking their view, they couldn't see what the sword was directed at.

But soon they heard the vibration after the giant object fell to the ground, and the sound of trees breaking in front of them.

That thing fell to the ground and rushed towards them? !

The dwarf immediately shouted:

"Get out of the way, that thing is coming!"

At the same time, he also wanted to quickly pull this silly long-eared guy away.

The elf grabbed him and stood still, saying:

"Need not."

"what?"

The next moment, a huge dragon corpse pushed through the trees and rushed in front of them, and stopped steadily less than a few meters in front of them.

"A dragon? That thing killed a dragon? So easy?"

Looking at the giant dragon that was obviously dead and only half of it was left.

The dwarf was truly stunned.

Even a dragon that was born as a result of a curse is still powerful.

It's really surprising that he died so simply and cleanly.

At the same time, a transcendent behind them also shouted hurriedly:

"We're being attacked from behind by a dragon!"

The elf immediately turned around and said:
"What dragon?"

The man was stunned for a moment and said uncertainly:
"They, they said there were lots of dragons."

(End of this chapter)