Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 325 The Last Ancient Dragon, the Last Hero (4k)

The originally violent battlefield has calmed down with the intervention of the third god.

The evil dragon was able to see the entire battlefield clearly.

All the past is gone.

All that was left was a wasteland, with scorched earth full of crisscrossing cracks, wisps of black smoke rising from deep ravines, and dry rivers filled with rubble, with the occasional broken sacred object looming.

Several mountains in my memory have disappeared, except for the smallest one, half of which remains for some reason.

The sky was covered with purple-red clouds mixed with the cold glow of the dark moon, and thunder rumbled. All around was silence, with only a lot of sadness.

The evil dragon hung in the sky with a complicated look in its eyes. It flapped its wings slowly, and the air current it created only caused the dust to rise slightly and then fall again. It seemed that this piece of land could not withstand any disturbance.

This is the war between gods, and the exaggeration is far beyond 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.

In the end, the evil dragon, who still wanted to survive, quietly landed back on the ground, crawled on the ground like a nimble lizard, and quickly crawled away when no one noticed.

In fact, all three gods noticed its little movements.

Even at this moment, the three of them looked a little weird.

The best one is the Storm Goddess. As the incarnation of weapon, she doesn’t have many emotional ups and downs. Besides, she already has a rough idea of ​​what kind of person this is.

So she just glanced at it, and after confirming that it was indeed alive, she looked away.

The ancient dragon, who for some reason also intended to let it live, frowned. Even if it was not Drakarion itself, it was too much of a challenge to its tolerance.

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

The most surprised person should be Dark Moon who just joined. She had not been watching this side before because she had some inferences that needed to be confirmed.

Therefore, she didn't know that he was a stranger who was stuffed into the evil dragon's body as a disguise, nor did she know how great a stranger he 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 there.

No, this is an evil dragon???
What happened in all those years I was away???
For the first time, Dark Moon felt what it meant to be unable to keep up with the times.

In the end, it was Gu Long's voice that pulled An Yue back from her shock:
"Moon Goddess Selene Seraffield, Bloodless One, 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 the other party?"

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

This was just Gu Long's judgment based on the fact that the Moon King and the Lionheart King were both returnees, and he did not think too much about it.

At most, He felt that the two might know each other and be allies.

After all, they are all returned dead.

But what he didn't know was that because of this sentence, he was labeled as destined to die in the eyes of the two goddesses!

Without any further words, the two goddesses reached a tacit understanding after looking at each other for a moment.

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

The dark moon in the sky also fell into the storm on its own initiative, and then the goddess revealed 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 here, otherwise, the Dark Moon would turn into a longbow, the Holy Spear would be the arrow, and Storm would pull the bowstring, and any god would be killed!

Such a scene also made Gu Long raise his head slightly.

"It seems that what I said was right. The Moon King and the Lionheart King are allies? If so, then the Sword and Shield King, the Eternal King, and even Augustus who has not yet been buried are also on your side?"

"So many kings, so many returnees, what on earth are you going to do?"

Neither of the two goddesses answered him. They just silently made efforts 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 an ancient dragon, I am a god, I am not afraid of any challenge!"

Ancient Dragon’s chest was already red, and his mouth was full of dripping red fire drops.

Then, He stood up on the ground with His feet, and held the thunder in each of His claws.

When the arrow was shot out, dragon breath and thunder also came forward.

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

The towering evil dragons were blown away like leaves in this apocalyptic impact.

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

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

Before its head smashed into some rock and it fell into coma.

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

"At worst, we can sink this continent!"

After hearing this, the evil dragon had only one thought in his mind: Do you gods have to be so exaggerated? !
Then, it was knocked unconscious.
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Moon, who was still in that collapsed world, also raised his head and looked at the sky at this moment.

Although there is no such thing as the sky in this world, Moon knows where the top is, not based on his cognition, but based on the world's judgment.

The second daughter noticed Moon's strange expression and asked:

"what happened?"

The youngest daughter, who had been very active among the elves and dwarves, 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.

Moen sighed and said:
"I heard the dragon roar."

"Isn't this normal? Two of the three blasphemous dragons have died. The remaining dragon species have lost their protection and are not swallowed up. As a result, they will all be torn apart by the collapsed world instead of being repatriated."

"It's normal for them to roar."

Moen shook his head and said:

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

"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 spared, Coruscanth?"

“Yes, it is Him.”

The ancient dragons committed great sins during the Age of Gods, and Coruscanth was the only one who did not participate.

He felt that his fellow tribesmen 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 place?"

"I don't know, but it looks like it's dying."

This sentence surprised the two girls even more.

As gods that were descended from ancient dragons, it was hard for them to imagine that any god could kill the other in a head-on battle.

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

Therefore, the gap between them is still quite obvious.

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

They were so strong that even if they were caught off guard and took one or two complete holy sword hits, they felt that the opponent would be fine.

"So who could kill Him? And as I recall, He seemed unkillable."

The second daughter was surprised and revealed a shocking secret that even Coruscanx himself didn't know.

As the last ancient dragon, He cannot be killed!
He and the Son of the Abyss are similar.

As the last second son who did not transgress, He enjoyed great forgiveness and protection.

It is only said that the blessing and crown of the Deep come from the Original, while His comes from the Firstborn.

Moen was silent for a moment and said:
"We should hurry."

The two girls naturally had no objection.

They also wanted to see their eldest daughter as soon as possible.
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Outside Holy Sword Village.

Ashadron, the last remaining of the three blasphemous dragons, was looking at the village in front of her with great annoyance. She had roughly figured out the situation of the holy sword.

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

She went straight to Holy Sword Village.

This is where the last part of the holy sword lies.

She had no intention of destroying the holy sword.

The original holy relic was not something she could destroy, and she couldn't even understand how the holy sword was split into three parts and then reforged into three new holy swords.

But she is Ashadron who devours the past.

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

That is to devour the past of the Holy Sword and place its own memory as the Holy Sword within it.

In this way, as long as the youngest son Fingolfin took the holy sword, she could also escape.

The plan was tempting, at least in her opinion.

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

She was actually stopped here!
And the one who stopped her was just a small mortal.

After taking a slightly anxious look at the sky, she looked at the human in front of her whose half body was almost burned with even 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 wield the sword.

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

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

So the keeper of the holy sword selected the right people to train. However, over countless generations, even the other party's descendants gradually grew into a village.

Still, no one is qualified to draw the holy sword and become a hero.

If you think about it carefully, maybe this just indicates that the youngest son has not actually died?
He was just stuck with something?

But even she couldn't know more.

And she was in no mood to explore these ancient secrets.

Now she just wanted to quickly get to the location of the holy sword and start the final attempt.

just
"Why don't you just refuse to die?"

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

It was freezing cold, yet it burned through everything.

A huge crystal flame engulfed everything.

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

The replica holy sword that the Holy Sword Village had spent countless years to copy was easily shattered.

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

Looking at the young man who still hasn't fallen down.

Ashadelon was slightly frightened:
"Why aren't you dead yet? You're clearly just a mortal!"

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

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

So her arrival was devastating.

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

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

If she couldn't kill him, she wouldn't be able to enter the village.

But no matter whether it is dragon breath, concept erasure, or pure bite.

In addition to causing her to have pieces of peeled dragon scales and wounds of varying sizes.

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

This time, the young man, whose entire body was covered in charcoal, first touched his back.

Not being able to touch the replica holy sword, he couldn't help but look back.

After finding out that the last one was the last one, he did not give up as Ashardron expected.

Instead, he swayed his body, straightened his back, and continued to stand in front of the village.

And he said to Ashadron:

"I escaped"

"what?"

The voice was very faint, but Ashadron could still hear it, but the content of it made him feel like he had heard it wrongly.

What is escape? Isn't he standing here?
"I ran away before, I am not worthy of being a hero, so this time, I can't run away"

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

He is not Don Quixote, and he is not charging at windmills.

He is a brave man!
So, the dragon, in extreme rage, poured out the most violent dragon breath of its life towards him.

The crystal dragon's breath almost enveloped the entire village.

But the people in the village were all 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's breath.

It seemed destined to end.

For the young man who no longer had even a replica of the holy sword, it was destined that this would be his last dance.

The villagers, who were already crying, became even more devastated 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 was equivalent to them watching their son die in front of them to protect the village.

However, the giant dragon that breathed out dragon breath became even more devastated.

Because that guy is still not dead!
"How come you're not dead yet?"

The dragon swung its claws in fear and anger.

This time she should succeed.

The protection of the Holy Sword that the Holy Sword Village had gained from its many years of bond with the Holy Sword had been completely worn out by her repeated attacks.

It’s just that the young man finally persevered until hope came.

The gods who arrived threw their holy swords at the dragon that was swinging its claws.

The holy sword nailed the dragon to the ground.

Looking at the giant dragon that finally fell and the god stepping on the dragon's body.

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

Finally I can fall down!
When the god walked up to 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 ask 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's hesitation, the god said:

"It's not your fault, kid."

"That's because a stagnant holy sword is no match for a brave warrior who keeps moving forward."

(End of this chapter)