Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 321 I Was Fingolfin (4k6)

Looking at the holy spear falling from the sky.

The people who took refuge in Avalon were extremely excited.

For those who are still holding on, it is extremely unbelievable.

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

They have held on to that faithless land for too long.

It has been so long that even if they have not abandoned their faith and perseverance, they no longer have any hope.

Their persistence is only to continue the sacrifices and will of the past.

And now, in Avalon's darkest hour, their prayers had actually been answered.

The light of the holy spear was not dazzling, but it made them cry.

After persisting for several generations, there is finally a response!

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

After a moment, they also knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces.

He continued to worship the holy image in front of him:

"Your Majesty, you are finally back!"

Even if only the Holy Lance appeared, it would be enough to prove who had returned.

Because weapons cannot move on their own, that is beyond doubt.

The Lionheart is back!

And I found this place just for them!

And on the top of the distant snow-capped mountains.

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 laughed and said:
"Great Lionheart, how do you feel now? How does it feel to have finally saved 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 dragons were gathering here.

And gradually occupied the rest of the sky.

Like the end.

This must be the first term that comes to mind for everyone who sees this scene.

You ask yourself, what could be more despairing than seeing so many evil dragons?

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

This is true even if someone recognizes it as King Lionheart.

First, there is no place for mortals in the battle between the Supremes, and second, hasn’t King Lionheart already thrown out the Holy Lance?
Even the most ignorant mortal would know that a king with the Holy Spear and a king without the Holy Spear are two different concepts.

So in just a moment, the only thing left on the top of the huge snow-capped mountain was the noisy wind and snow.

And a dilapidated church in the distance.

People seem to be using this place as a refuge.

As for the problem of the three-headed dragon.

Moen looked up and smiled:

"Although it was a little late, I managed to make it. I'm glad I didn't disappoint them at the last minute."

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

The king expressed his thoughts calmly.

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

This caught 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?"

Moon 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 Chong couldn't help but laugh:

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

Moen looked at the ugly bug and said:

"Because even so, it will exist in my memory. It can't be that even this will disappear with the 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 King who lost the Holy Lance."

"Are you going to continue to stop us?"

Ashadron, who had devoured the past, had stepped down from the sky, revealing its elegant, beautiful and noble figure.

To it, the dragon is the perfect combination of ferocity and elegance.

The beautiful scales are already sparkling with 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 a deadly battle with Storm, who has finally recovered his treasure, because our ancestors have proven what a crazy battle that would be."

Their ancestors had no idea what the king meant to the eldest sons who had once been extremely resistant to the king.

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

Nor did he want to stir up the storm that was bound to be completely madness.

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 continued actions."

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

"But if you continue to resist, then I can only see if the Holy Lance without its master is still as terrifying."

This is an extremely obvious threat.

We were just about to tell you that if you didn't leave we would kill you immediately.

In response, the king just smiled and said:
"We've come this far, why do we have to go around in circles like this?"

The king shook his head and walked towards the church, which had been carefully repaired but still looked a little dilapidated.

In this regard, neither Ashadron, who was right next to Moon, nor Lindworm and Fafnir stopped him.

The other side no longer has the Holy Spear, and they don’t think a lion without claws can do anything.

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

"Because we want to give a Supreme Being like you some respect."

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

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

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

The king stepped back slightly and continued forward:

"You are not as good as your three ancestors, whether in status, bloodline or power."

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

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

It hid in the deep darkness and said:

"Of course, we are just latecomers, but our ancestors were perfect creations directly from the Great Father. And now, what we want is to correct this mistake."

But seeing the king continuing to move forward, it felt it was meaningless and changed back.

Such tricks are meaningless to such a supreme being and even make it 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 in the Old World."

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

"You are not atoning for your sins, you are compounding your sins."

Fafnir was furious at the answer that hit the point directly.

"That's enough, you stupid lion who knows nothing!"

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

Moon suddenly looked up at it and said:

"What did you pay for? The path to ascension and the ritual of becoming a god that were reproduced through careful exploration over countless eras? Or did you corrupt my church for selfish desires and stupidity, and make it a tool for you to amass wealth, collect various materials, and satisfy the curse?"

"Every one of you is so disgusting and stupid. How dare you say that I don't know how much you have paid?" "When did such an act become justifiable? Forget it. You are not even trying to break the curse. You just want to become gods!"

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

"This is the biggest disadvantage. You didn't plan all this for the sake of the tribe's advancement, so you don't even have the courage to do anything at all."

"I still hate the actions of your ancestors, but I still admit that they did strive for their own race. To this world, they are indisputable sinful dragons, but to you and the ancient dragons as a whole, they are heroes."

The most heart-wrenching words were said by the king in an extremely straightforward manner.

Fafnir broke through his defense and went berserk almost instantly.

"Do you want to die? Can't you see clearly what situation you are in? Without the Holy Lance, what are you?"

"You are just a mortal who was favored by the Holy Spear by chance, and we are noble dragons!"

"You're a disgusting piece of shit!"

Under Fafnir's anger, the dilapidated church that had just been repaired returned to its original appearance in an instant.

No, not even that.

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

It was not until this moment that the three-headed dragon noticed what was inside the church.

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

This made the three dragons briefly dazed, wondering why they hadn't noticed it before.

But the girl paid no attention to the evil dragon in the sky and the king walking towards her.

She just guarded the sword quietly.

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

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

She didn't recognize the person in front of her, but she felt that he was very familiar.

The other party smiled at her shamefully:
"After all these years, no one has pulled it out?"

As soon as she uttered these words, the girl stood up with a look of surprise on her face.

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

It was as unbelievable as when the Round Table waited for King Lionheart.

The same is true for young girls.

In other words, the girl waited longer than the people at the round table.

It lasted so long that the stars in the sky changed their positions.

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

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

The king finally responded to them:
"If it were your ancestors, they would come and kill me when I threw the holy spear, without any nonsense or illusions, because they knew what they were doing and what they wanted."

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

"How dare you imitate your ancestors when things are like this!"

Once again, the three-headed dragon was left speechless.

In boundless rage, Fafnir had solidified and appeared in front of Moon.

The ferocious and huge dragon head was right in front of Moon.

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

"Not now, Lionheart!"

Even if it turned into an invisible dragon, dragon breath still rose from its mouth.

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

"It's too late now, Fafnir!"

I have been talking to them for so long, just for this moment!

Moon's hand was placed directly on the hilt of the sword, which was covered with moss and vines.

The next moment, a golden glow burst out.

The moss that had stained the sword for countless years began to slide off.

Then the sacred sword was revealed!

The dragon's vertical pupils also shrank suddenly.

It is a fact that the king threw out the holy spear.

It is still a fact that God has drawn the holy sword!

Fafnir seemed to have realized something and had put away all his thoughts and was retreating madly.

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

It even increasingly felt what it had long lost - the weight of its body!

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

Looking at his claws that have been fully formed.

Fafnir broke through the defense and shouted:
"who are you?"

"Aren't you the Lionheart?"

In response to the dragon's question, the god suddenly drew out 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 gods, and in the face of that endless holiness, the dragons have already fled in all directions.

The god simply looked at the fleeing dragons with a mocking look and continued to move towards Fafnir.

They are indeed just remnants of the concept of dragons, and they have none of the arrogance of the ancient dragons.

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

They will accept it reluctantly and then fight to the death.

You will never regret the path you choose.

This is Gu Long.

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

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

"But this time, I will not bury you in the Faraway Forest, because you are not worthy of accompanying my brothers."

The last sentence made Fafnir freeze in place.

It murmured:

"who are you?"

The god has walked up to it with the holy sword in hand.

The brilliance of the holy sword is still so dazzling.

It seems to be able to pierce the sky.

A dragon is still a dragon. Even if it is frightened and has no way to retreat, it is still countless times taller than a god.

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

The god did not answer it immediately. He just looked at the snowy mountain where only Fafnir was left and smiled:

"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 has not been a substantive clown because you failed to escape."

"Isn't this a little too funny?"

Fafnir swallowed his saliva and repeated his previous question:
"who are you?"

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

The sword light cuts through the world.

Also cut off the dragon's head.

The huge black dragon's head rolled straight down to the feet of the god.

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

"I don't like to talk about mortals like my brothers do, but if you say so, I'm happy to learn from them once."

"Mortals, listen carefully. I was once called Fingolfin, the last son of the Holy Sword!"

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

Naturally, the Black Dragon could not answer Moon.

But its scarlet vertical pupils were completely dim.

The god shook his head and turned his gaze towards the world that was gradually collapsing due to the loss of Fafnir.

After a moment, He said with a smile:

"How on earth did you have the nerve to say "don't be a clown"? "

The three-headed dragon that promised not to be a clown ended up all becoming clowns.

(End of this chapter)