Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 320 Holy Spear, Anchor the World! (4k)

After both parties gave their answers.

The huge dark dragon shadow instantly disappeared from the king's sight.

At the same time, the golden and gray world also returned to its original state.

But not all of them changed back.

Because, before the dark dragon shadow completely left, it said loudly to the king holding the holy spear:

"Then watch carefully, watch carefully how your Avalon and the tens of millions of people in it are destroyed because of your foolish kindness."

The king no longer responds to the dragon.

Because there is no need. Facing such a lunatic, we can only use actions to let the other party know what the gap is and what a joke it is.

After raising the Holy Spear, the King spoke loudly to the people behind him who were still in shock:

"Don't be afraid. I've never given up on anyone."

"So, now that I'm here, you are safe. Please wait patiently. I will return victoriously and take you back home!"

After saying this, the king quickened his pace towards the north amid people’s worship again.

He knew what these guys wanted to do and how to break the impasse.

It's just a matter of time and disguise.

While the king continued to move north.

The invisible evil dragon also returned to its companions.

It said to its two companions in a deep voice:

"It's time to make the final move."

For the first time, Lindeworm stopped what he was doing and asked in surprise:

"You're not kidding, are you?"

After a brief silence, Ashadron said:
"He's quite right."

Linde Chong still couldn't accept it:

"But this doesn't even count as dying together. He is holding the Holy Spear in his hand. He is blessed by the Holy Spear. Even if we collapse along with this world, he will still return alive!"

"Because of our actions, no one will even know that he once abandoned Avalon, who was most loyal to him!"

It doesn't feel like such multiple-choice questions are difficult at all.

Fafnir just said calmly:

"But he will remember. That's enough."

"What do you call this enough?"

"Because he is Richard the Lionheart, he is the epitome of chivalry, so that's enough."

Facing this invisible evil dragon, the Lindworm raised its bloated and smelly body high and asked in a low voice:

"I know what you mean, and I know what you're waiting for, but what if he finally chooses to give up?"

It was not Fafnir who answered the Lindworm, but Ashadelon. It said calmly:
"We are dragons, and we are the dragons that started all this. So we can be cruel or noble, we can do whatever we want or abide by the rules. But please don't be a clown."

"We can die in a way that suits our identities, but we must not become a joke like Aurora or the Harlequin."

"This time, either we win everything and become gods, or we die calmly in accordance with our status."

"So, my brother, what do you want to choose? Do you want to just tuck your tail between your legs and become a clown, or do you want to make one last fight?"

Linderworm fell silent.

A moment later, it also voted in favor:

"Anyway, there was no other way for us to succeed from the beginning. In that case, I agree."

When the three blasphemous dragons that created this world reached an agreement.

There is no need to do anything.

All they need to do is stop.

Because after all, this is just a floating object filled with countless chaotic debris.

This is not a complete world in its essence, and it is far inferior to the spiritual world and the abyss, which are parasites that rely on the real world.

Once the residue from every era stops adding to the pile, it will naturally disappear.

But the speed will be very fast.

At first, only the sky turned white, and then the white world began to dissipate. The pure white, like a dream bubble, seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, peeling off bit by bit.

The sky, which was originally pure and flawless, was instantly covered with shocking black cracks, as if the wound of the broken world was spreading and expanding.

The earth also trembled violently, the solid ground cracked like fragile glass, and bottomless gullies crisscrossed. Mountains and rivers collapsed, huge rocks rolled down, and dust covered the sky.

The high walls and fortresses that had long been reduced to ruins by the ravages of the dragons fell down like dominoes, and the people's screams of fear were ruthlessly drowned out by the doomsday roar.

The world is heading towards destruction in this nightmare of collapse.

The three blasphemous dragons all watched calmly as their ascension rituals began to fail.

Their fate has come to a halt.

Of course, because this is a last-ditch effort rather than a real choice of destruction.

So Fafnir let the king who was heading north see all this.

"King Richard, if this is what you wish for, then you should take a good look. We have brought this world to its knees and ruin as promised. What about you?"

"What are you going to do?"

The destruction that had occurred in the first place had apparently not yet spread to the far south.

But through Fafnir's projection.

The collapsing world seemed to be right before Moon's eyes.

And soon Moon saw Avalon.

The Avalon that was built according to Morn's wishes.

Avalon is where those who are still the only ones who insist on upholding Morn's will after the Storm Church fell into darkness gathered.

When people noticed something was wrong, the knights and soldiers quickly prepared for battle.

They have long regarded death as a return and rest.

The only reason they are still standing is to continue protecting the people behind them.

But when they saw the collapsing white world.

They also realized that there was nothing they could do this time.

It's no longer a matter of will.

It simply exceeded the limits of their power.

After a brief calm, the soldiers and knights all lowered their tightly grasped weapons.

Instead, they hugged their companions to thank them for their efforts and perseverance over the past year.

There was no escape, because it was obvious that they could not outrun this collapsing world.

There was no panic because their families were there regardless of the situation.

The round table, which had been held by the leaders until now, all looked at their leader.

He was once called Surdan, but was later chosen by the king and named Agravin a Knight of the Round Table.

At this moment, he nodded to his companions and announced to the people behind him everything that was about to happen.

"Children of the world from different eras, but all gathered in Avalon. I am Agragwen, named Agragwen by my king, one of the Round Table."

"I regret to announce this to you all. This world is about to collapse. Our perseverance has failed."

"I'm sorry that you regard Avalon as your last hope, but we can't bring you real hope."

People were just panicked at first.

But after a moment, they all quieted down again.

Because everyone knows that the Round Table and Avalon have tried their best.

Without them, there would be no year.

Aguguiwen's voice continued.

"There is still a little time left, but not too much, so please use this last bit of time to say what you want to say to the people you want to tell."

In the face of death, the people of Avalon chose to accept it calmly and leave peacefully.

Fafnir's voice also sighed slightly:

"What wonderful people! So, what about you? Are you going to watch them die?"

Moon did not answer but continued to speed up and head north.

Fafnir's voice was filled with regret and ridicule as he said:
"Why are you still fantasizing? You are too late. You are still far from it."

There was a towering snowy mountain ahead, and many people were gathered there. It seemed that the dragons knew their fate, so they were attacking everything crazily.

Even though they knew the king was coming, they never stopped.

Because it's death anyway.

The holy spear's rays of light continued to shoot out, smashing the dragon seeds in the sky one by one.

The lonely king holding the holy spear went up the snow-capped mountains.

Fafnir has been staring at this side closely, staring at the holy spear in the king's hand.

That is the only thing they fear in this world.

Therefore, more and more projections were projected in front of Moon.

Fafnir thought this was useful because it was just a projection and there was no need to swing the Holy Lance specifically. It was nothing to worry about as long as he gently raised the Holy Lance to wipe out everything.

But he didn't.

He even carefully avoided those projections.

So, it's not like he's indifferent to all this.

And this is their hope for a comeback.

The white collapse was getting closer and closer to Avalon.

Fafnir's expression became more and more nervous.

And in the distant Avalon, even the people in the city could see the world collapsing and falling into endless darkness.

But people remained as calm as before.

Although I felt a little regretful, I didn't feel anxious at all.

This made Fafnir very unhappy because it wanted them to do something.

The balance of victory may depend on this small gap!
Finally, the change that Fafnir expected occurred.

In the extremely calm crowd, the cry of a baby suddenly rang out.

That is the most primitive and beautiful sound of human beings.

Pure and flawless.

It is said that in the Third Age when the Lost Ones were rampant, the people who went deep into the Lost Land to fight the dead once found a newborn baby as the only living person in the corrupt and dilapidated fortress.

Even around this child are countless lost people wandering around.

This is enough to prove that it is a beauty that even the lost are unwilling to touch or hurt.

And in the silent Avalon, the child's cry was really loud.

Everyone involuntarily looked in the direction where the voice came from.

The lovely child was lying in his mother's arms.

There is no doubt that the child was loved by everyone at this moment.

Because it was a baby, the past and future of everyone.

But the child's crying continued.

This not only made his mother even more at a loss, but also caused a slight disturbance among the calm crowd.

They accepted their fate, but this child had just been born!
Finally, someone suddenly shouted:

"Where's the airship? Send the kids out, they can't stay here with us!"

The crowd immediately realized their mistake and made way.

That's the way to the dock.

At the same time, the rest of the children in Avalon were also made way.

People shouted to the children:
"Run, run quickly, you have to survive!"

Under the kindness and urging of the adults, the children couldn't help but run towards the dock.

But it's still too slow.

Because the collapse of white is already before our eyes.

So, there was no need to give any instructions. When Aguiwen looked over, he saw knights and extraordinary people rushing down the city wall, picking up the children and continuing to run forward.

Such a scene obviously moved everyone.

Even Fafnir caught the change in the king's expression.

That's eager!

Just as there is no need for Agravin to say much, there is no need for Fafnir to say much either.

With the intentional actions of Lindeworm and Ashadron.

The collapse near Avalon paused slightly, while the collapse on both sides accelerated wildly.

The dock is in sight.

But the collapse was clearly about to engulf Avalon.

It was too late, they didn't have time to get the children onto the airship.

Looking at this scene, I don’t know who started it.

Suddenly someone shouted loudly:

"My king, please save these children!"

Not for myself, not even for my family, but for a child I had never met.

As this voice sounded.

More and more people knelt down and prayed to the statues of the Lionheart King that could be seen everywhere in Avalon:

"King, please save these children!"

“They should live!”

"Storms are your crown, kindness is your throne, you are the loving Lionhearted King, you must take a look at these children!"

This was a world without God, and they all knew it.

So they had given up praying long ago.

But now, they started praying again.

Pray that the Supreme Being who has long passed away can protect their children one more time.

Fafnir did not speak again, but the appearance of more and more projections was enough to prove its current mood.

It must be shouting:

See that, Lionheart!

Your people are praying for you!

The collapsing world has completely enveloped Avalon.

People are still praying.

Even if they are desperate.

It was also at this time that Moon finally rushed to the top of the snow mountain amid the astonishment of the crowd.

Almost immediately after seeing the temple and the distance, the king raised his holy spear and threw it towards the distance:

"Holy Lance, anchor the world!"

Countless projections shattered in an instant.

The king's holy spear has been thrown.

Travel through time and across space.

The Holy Lance reaches Avalon!
At this moment, all the people and dragons held their breath.

Witnessed a miracle.

The Supreme One, who had long since departed, responded to people's prayers, threw out the holy spear, and anchored the world.

In front of the brilliance of the Holy Lance, the white collapse instantly stopped.

It wasn't even that the three blasphemous dragons stopped, because they were all stunned.

Even though they were looking forward to this moment, they did not expect that King Lionheart would actually throw out the Holy Lance for a group of mortals!

The stagnation of the collapse was entirely due to the goodwill of the king and the anchoring of the Holy Lance.

And after a moment of shock.

The people of Avalon burst into cheers that resounded through heaven and earth.

The three blasphemous dragons also burst into unprecedented laughter and joined in the cheers:
"Lionheart, great Lionheart!"

(End of this chapter)