Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 329 Sacred Blasphemy (2k5)

The goddesses remained restrained, but they just didn't actually fight.

They are still hurting each other with words.

However, they themselves did not realize that their fight also affected another hidden goddess.

If Denise is the prototype of the hair ring.

Then Yggdrasil undoubtedly met Morn earlier than her, and she was also the first goddess to find Morn.

In this regard, she was even earlier than the Queen, who should have been the fastest.

For it was the Holy Tree that answered Morn's prayers when the Everlasting King returned temporarily upon that prairie.

This point can even be traced back to an earlier time, when Moon had just embarked on the path to transcendence.

After all, although Morn could only choose the Eternal King at that time, didn't he also choose to believe in the Holy Tree?

But the Queen was still on her way at that time!

However, neither she nor her chosen candidate, Roselorian, was able to give the ring.

In the shadowy veil hung from the huge mirror, she vaguely sensed something was wrong, as if she was aware of the wrong history that had happened.

Except that she didn't have a ring anyway.

The two goddesses in the sky were still staring at each other.

And below, she was quietly looking at her empty left hand.

After a moment, she lowered her left hand.

Then he looked at the ancient dragon that should have died and had given up, but was not dead yet.

In Gu Long's pupils, she saw endless sadness and a little confusion.

Why aren't you dead yet?
This was also His own question.

All of his brothers died in the mad Age of Gods.

The only reason he persisted until now was to take care of the newborn dragons and to work hard to lift the curse.

But now, with the end of the new dragon species, He felt tired and gave up.

As a remnant of the times, He has been seeking death.

That was His only way home.

He is undoubtedly still alive, and if He wants, He can even fight to the death with any god.

However, He had lost all His spirit and was quietly waiting for death.

She had a rough idea of ​​why He had not died.

This is most likely the same blessing and protection as that of the devil.

But this is too cruel for this ancient dragon.

The devil wants to bring the world under his rule of terror by protecting and blessing it.

But the poor ancient dragon just wanted to go to his brothers and unload his responsibility.

Therefore, immortality is actually a curse.

After staring at the other party for a long time, Y'k'trashil felt that this was enough and planned to leave.

The goddess hidden in the curtain bowed slightly to the ancient dragon who was seeking death, then turned and left.

But for some reason, when she was about to leave, she turned back and looked at the still powerful ancient dragon.

In other words, she looked at the dragon's heart, which was still beating wildly and bursting with divine power even though only half of it was left.

The last ancient dragon, the last dragon god, and the only blessed dragon hearth.

She could just ignore the first two, but if it was the latter...
As she gazed for a long time, a gust of wind blew the goddess's veil, just like a hand pulling her forward.

At this point, the goddess who was supposed to leave walked straight towards the dragon heart of the ancient dragon.

Dark clouds representing bad luck began to follow this ancient sacred goddess.

However, there were dark clouds in the sky, and behind the goddess were countless tiny branches.

They followed the goddess closely, covering and replacing all the darkness.

I'm afraid no one knows what that means except Y'k'trajil himself.

However, the terrifying ominous sign still attracted the attention of the two goddesses in the sky, and they felt a little uneasy about it.

"Why does it feel wrong?"

"You don't have to tell me, I'm not blind yet."

Even though it was right below them, they were unable to notice the nearby Yggdrasil.

Among the remains of the war between gods, only Coruscanth itself noticed this.

However, He, who was already waiting for death, had no intention of resisting.

After glancing at Yktrasil, he closed his eyes.

Still those branches made of shadows covered and engulfed Him.

As Yggdrasil approached, the dragon's heart was already in sight. The ancient dragon's body was swallowed up by the shadows formed by the branches.

At this moment, she only needs to reach forward gently to obtain this crucial dragon heart and the blessing from the gods!
The goddess herself did the same. She slowly stretched out her hand towards the still beating dragon heart.

Endless branches also cling to it.

They seemed to be trying to devour the extremely important dragon heart, and also seemed to be clinging to something more sacred.

This time, even though Moon was still in that ruined world, waiting to forge the sword at the last moment, he felt a chill in his heart.

Amid the confusion of the three sisters, he hesitantly took out his pocket watch.

On top of the pocket watch, countless small branches have already climbed on it and are moving towards covering the center of the pocket watch.

Such a scene made Moon's pupils shrink instantly.

Because he remembered the last moment in that false history.

The beautiful eyes floating in the sky are like the engraved pocket watch, wrapped in countless tiny branches.

But at that time, that beautiful eye was not as serious as the pocket watch at this moment.

Subconsciously, Moon raised the holy sword.

Moon didn't know what this meant, but he knew he couldn't let the pocket watch be swallowed and obscured by the branches that came from nowhere.

But he also didn't know whether the holy sword that could not be reforged was really useful.

He wasn't even sure that the successfully reforged holy sword would work.

At the same time, Y'ktrasil's outstretched hand was just a little bit away from touching the dragon's heart.

But it was also at this time.

Y'ktrashil suddenly took a breath of cold air and quickly withdrew his hand.

As he stepped back, he looked in disbelief at his left hand that he was holding tightly.

The ominous dark clouds and endless tree branches all disappeared the moment she withdrew her hand.

Even the pocket watch in Moon's hand returned to normal.

The holy sword that was about to stab down was also hanging above the pocket watch.

Such a sudden change made both Moon and Yktrahil extremely surprised and suspicious.

This is a strange thing that even they don't know why.

As Y'k'trashil stopped.

In the distance, there is an ancient ruin that is dilapidated yet magnificent to the point of not being of this world.

The few people who had been waiting here all heard a faint sigh.

Although no further instructions were given, they all knew what to do.

After looking at each other.

Five of the six people took off the rings they had been wearing from their hands.

It was placed respectfully on a long table whose overly heavy history had obscured all its luxury and traces.

On that long table, the sacred blood that has been dripping from ancient times is still flowing.

Even after going through countless eras and witnessing countless histories, this sacred blood from the past has never dried up.

They still flow on the long table, as if they were alive.

When these five people returned.

The last person who had not taken off his ring finally took off his ring, but he did not put his ring on the long table like his companions did.

Instead, he placed it in the center of the six people.

There are no rituals depicted and no prayers.

They simply occupied six positions around the ring, forming a simple circle.

Without any instructions, they all raised their heads and cut their throats in an instant with the daggers they had prepared.

Six people died at the same time, the lives of six ring-bearers were sacrificed, and the six bodies formed a perfect circle.

Thus, the number of sixty-six is ​​reached.

The ring placed in the center of the six of them exploded instantly as the number of blasphemy was completed.

A drop of blood dripped from the ring, not falling into the dust, but into the clouds.

Just like the sacred blood on the long table, the blood drops transcend the barriers of time and space.

Crossing all concepts.

Falling from the clouds to the earth.

It dripped onto the dragon heart of the ancient dragon with incredible precision.

Gu Long, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

The broken body repaired itself at a crazy speed, but what was even crazier than this was the dragon that stood up in an instant!

(End of this chapter)