Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 316: A World Without God’s Blessing (4k)

"A lot of dragons?"

The leading elf and the others instantly realized that things seemed to be very wrong.

And that extraordinary person also confirmed again:

"Yes, a lot of dragons."

After hearing this, someone immediately ran out the way they came:

"We have to go back quickly!"

The others followed immediately, including the dwarf. However, after walking a few steps, he noticed that the elf had not followed him, so he turned around and asked:

"What's wrong? Long ears, are you scared?"

The elf shook his head and said:

"I have followed my king through countless brutal battles. Whether it was the evil dragon in the north or the Balrog underground, I have faced them all. I am not afraid."

"You actually followed the Eternal King? Oh my God, didn't you say you were from the Second Age?"

"I mean the era before I came here was the Year of Jiasuyan, which is what you call the end of the Second Era!"

The dwarf realized that he couldn't win the argument, so he muttered a few words and then asked:
"Then why don't you leave?"

"If there is only one, our return may be very crucial, but in many cases, our return seems to be of little use."

Without waiting the grumpy dwarf continued to yell.

The elf jumped down the slope where he was standing and walked behind the scholar who was still slumped in front of the dragon's corpse.

The sight of a dragon appearing in front of him like a tidal wave obviously frightened this scholar who had never seen such a big scene.

Even if it was just half of a dragon's body.

So the elf tried to get in front of the other party before speaking:
"Hello, son of the man who determines the future. My name is Suga Oak. I am a wood elf. I once served in the Elven King's Court and was a member of the guard of Lord Gasdena, one of the Twelve Golden Flower Lords."

"I want to ask you, are you aware of the power that killed this dragon?"

Even if they returned, it was obvious that they were powerless to stop the sudden attack of the dragons.

But if he could bring back the power he just had, perhaps things would be very different.

The scholar was still a little dazed when he heard this. The dragon in front of him really scared him.

"What?"

"I know you are scared now, but please stay calm. There are many people behind us who are in danger. They may need you to stay calm and help them. Because you seem to know about that power, for the sake of the original, please tell me everything you know."

The elf's voice was orderly, and at the same time, a gentle breeze blew across the scholar's face.

This gradually calmed him down.

After his breathing calmed down, the scholar hurriedly recalled everything he remembered.

"There is a ruin ahead."

"I, I have been trapped in that ruins. I, I am a scholar, although I am not a history major. After all, people in the history major are always prone to bumping into things they shouldn't touch and getting into trouble."

"But I am also sure that it must be a building from the First Age, because it is covered with murals of the eldest sons. This is a custom only in the First Age."

"Fortunately, I also like to read some history books. Otherwise..."

Upon hearing this, the elf immediately said:
"Sir, I understand that you want to tell us more now, but please try to get the point across. We are in urgent need of time."

"Ah, ah sorry, I just have never encountered anything like this."

After rubbing his brows, the scholar continued:
"The most important thing is that when I fell into the ruins, there was still a young girl there, and a sword stuck in front of her."

"That girl seems to be the guardian of the sword. I think she must be a high-sequence one. Because she has been guarding the sword without eating, drinking, or even moving. If she is not a high-sequence one, a normal person would not be able to hold on. Even if I was the only one watching for a few days."

"What kind of sword is that?"

Hearing this, the elf seemed to have thought of something and became a little excited.

"I haven't done much research on swords. All I can say is that it is a two-handed greatsword. Well, a very gorgeous two-handed greatsword."

"Two-handed sword? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am quite sure, it is a two-handed greatsword. I am not mistaken about this."

The elf frowned slightly at the scholar's answer, because it was not quite what he expected.

The dwarf noticed the change in his expression and asked:
"Do you know anything?"

The elf said directly:

"I said that I once served the Elven King's Court. Although I am not a high elf and do not directly serve my king, I am also a member of the guard of Lord Gasdena, the Lord of the Golden Flower."

"Therefore, I also had the honor of meeting my king during the Battle of Rain of Tears, and heard from him the detailed information about the Holy Sword, one of the Four Sacred Objects."

"Do you suspect that the sword in front of you is the holy sword? The one that was originally given to the last eldest son?"

The elf immediately interrupted the dwarf and said:

"It's not a grant, it's a send. It's a gift, not a favor!"

The dwarf was puzzled:
"Is there any need to emphasize this? It's just a grammatical issue."

The elf said deeply:
"This is very different, son of Durin."

"I really don't understand what you long-eared people are insisting on. So, is that the holy sword?"

The elf shook his head and said:

"In the king's words, the Holy Sword is a plain one-handed knight's sword. The king said it was a sacred object of the star made from the dead sun and was the weapon of the last son."

"It is said that it is a decisive weapon used to fight against all darkness and threats. It is a powerful force that all the eldest sons desire, but for the youngest son, it is just a gift."

"But this son of man said it was a two-handed greatsword. I don't think there's a difference between a one-handed sword and a two-handed greatsword that would be mistaken."

"And from what I know, the Holy Sword should be stored in the Memorial Temple in the Old World, but everything we have here seems to come from the north-central part of the New World."

The dwarf thought for a moment and said:

"Maybe you remembered it wrongly. You said that it was a weapon made from the dead sun. But as far as I know, both the one in the sky now and the eldest son of the sun back then were still alive when the holy sword was given to the youngest son, right?"

After all, the dwarves didn't dare to tell an elf directly that their king had made a mistake. But the meaning was almost the same.

The other party frowned and looked at him and said, "I can't remember it wrongly. This is what our king said to us personally. Although I am also confused about this, I am indeed not wrong. Of course, our king can't be wrong either. Son of Turin, please remember it!"

The dwarf didn't want to waste any more time on this, so he said directly:
"Well, no matter what it is, we just need to know that the dragon was killed by that sword or that High Sequence, right? Then why are we still whining about this? Where are we going?!"

The elf also admitted:
"Only this you are right, son of Durin."

At the same time, he helped the scholar up and said:

"Come on, son of man, let's go and take a look at the ruins you mentioned."

Following the scholars' guidance, they soon found the ruins.

The elf only took one look and was certain that this relic was indeed a product of the First Age.

At the same time, he also saw the girl and the big sword below.

He could feel the power that the girl represented, but he felt that the sword was ordinary and had no power at all.

After raising his eyebrows slightly, the elf jumped down.

Then, without looking back, he reached out to catch the dwarf and his axe who had fallen down. With a beautiful toss, he placed the dwarf safely on the ground, then turned back to catch the scholar who was brought down by the dwarf.

After doing all this without changing his expression, the elf placed the giant axe on the ground and knelt on one knee towards the girl and said:
"My nameless warrior, since you killed the evil dragon, I think you also belong to the lawful camp. Now, where we come from, countless evil dragons are attacking our people and companions."

"I can't make any promises to you because I can't represent the elves and the sacred tree. However, I still want to ask for your help on behalf of the people behind me."

The girl's gaze shifted from the greatsword she was guarding to the elf.

After a brief gaze, the girl said softly:
"I'm sorry, I can't leave here. I must guard this holy sword. This is my only mission."

The dwarf suddenly said anxiously:
"You just killed a grown dragon with one move. Would it be too much trouble for you to leave for a while and follow us to drive away those dragons? For the sake of Yuanchu, in this short time, who knows how many people a dragon can kill."

The elf interrupted him and said:
"This lord has no reason to help us, and we have no right to ask him to give up his mission. So, son of Turin, please shut up."

"I know, but maybe in this short time, those dragons have already burned everything! There are tens of millions of people, or even more!"

"Anyway, shut up, son of Turin!"

Following the elf's roar, the dwarf finally closed his mouth reluctantly.

The elf continued to ask the girl:

"Is it true that you cannot leave, my Lord?"

The girl shook her head and said:
"I am the servant of the Holy Sword. I must guard the Holy Sword until someone who is qualified to pull it up arrives."

"But you did kill the dragon just now, and it seems that you slashed out with a sword beam, so you can't take this holy sword with you?"

"That's not the light of the Holy Sword. That's just what I did. The power of the Holy Sword is far more than that."

The girl raised her palm, where a small golden sword light was spinning continuously.

The elf frowned even more and said:
"So why did you kill the dragon?"

"That dragon and the leader behind it have offended the holy sword that I am guarding. Although I cannot leave, I will also teach them a lesson in return."

The elf keenly grasped the deep meaning of this sentence and said:
"Do you know everything that happened now? For example, why it is like this outside, and why the dragons attacked us?"

The girl continued:

"Yes, the owner of this holy sword that I am guarding has seen everything that has happened today."

"At that time, a three-headed dragon committed great blasphemy in order to ascend to godhood. Everything now is just a parody and re-enactment of that time."

"As for why those dragons attacked you, it's probably because the three of them finally realized how poor and inadequate their imitations were. Or maybe they found out that something powerful was targeting them, so they had to race against time."

The elf raised his eyebrows and said:
"A race against time?"

"Once they start gnawing, they can't stop. Either they die, or they succeed in becoming gods. And the condition for becoming gods is to complete enough peeling and devouring."

"They are not our ancestors, and they do not have the same great restrictions as the ancient dragons in their ascension to the gods. Therefore, the extent of their demands will not be as exaggerated as it was back then. But even so, it is still an unusually large scale. After all, this is the ascension ceremony of the three-headed dragon."

The elf was puzzled:
"My Lord, you still haven't explained what a race against time means."

The girl raised her head, and her sight seemed to penetrate the ruins above her head and this chaotic world:

"If everything goes well, this world is doomed to be destroyed, but they sent a group of dragons to attack this doomed world. So, I think they must have discovered that they were not well prepared, or they were targeted by a being that they thought they could not resist."

"So much so that they want to make this part of their ritual as well."

"To put it simply, if they want to become gods, they need to devour and strip away enough existence from the real world. But your world still exists in the real world, although the gods and kings are probably unaware of its existence."

"So, as long as we destroy your world and existence, perhaps we can make them beat time and ascend to godhood ahead of time."

Perhaps out of dissatisfaction or disbelief, the dwarf sneered:
"You said that the kings and gods don't know the existence of this world? Don't be ridiculous. That's the Supreme Being, how could they not know?"

The girl turned her head slightly and looked at the dwarves and said something that made them shudder:

"So have your prayers been answered?"

The three of them were all speechless and covered in cold sweat. But the girl's voice continued.

"You come from countless eras, with countless beliefs and countless populations. But, among so many believers, have any of you received a response from your Lord God?"

The girl said seriously:
"This is a world without the protection of God. Although I don't want to say it directly, I must tell you that your existence is doomed to destruction."

"Because not only can your prayers not reach the ears of your believers, but they have even forgotten you. After all, this stripping is so powerful that even the Supreme Ones cannot avoid it."

The elf said anxiously:

"You just said they were racing against time, didn't you? Why do you think we are doomed?"

The girl looked at the holy sword in front of her and said:
"Because I don't think they will fail. After all, their ancestors lost because they violated the iron law that must not be violated."

"And, they offended the master of the sword. Now, they have circumvented the stupidity of their ancestors. Although the holy sword is still there, the master of the holy sword has long gone."

Finally, the girl reached out and gently stroked the holy sword:
"A world without God's blessing is doomed to be unable to resist the 'God' who created this world, and a holy sword without a master cannot become your hope."

At the very end, the elf stood up and said seriously:

"What if someone can pull out this holy sword?"

Hearing this, the girl couldn't help but look at the elf in front of her:

"I know what you're thinking, elf, but it won't be yours."

(End of this chapter)