I let the genie out of the bottle

This scene is simply pushing the limits of human visual endurance.

However, what is subtly revealed within is something called "knowledge" and "wisdom"—knowledge that one should not currently be able to access.

The knowledge that Mozlis gave him was beyond Lu Ye's comprehension; forcing it would only do more harm than good.

"Alright, don't let these sights offend the goddess's eyes." Lu Ye smiled with relief, raised a hand to cover Athena's eyes, and hugged her in his arms.

Not only for herself, but even for Athena, too much exposure to this kind of knowledge is not a good thing.

"Let me go! Do you think I'm a child?!" Athena's face instantly turned red as she struggled and shouted in shame and indignation.

It's not unusual for people to act so intimately in front of outsiders.

After all, since it was a matter of her own making a decision about her feelings, she naturally had no intention of hiding anything.

However, this attitude, which was like treating a child, made her feel extremely embarrassed.

"Ha, the final piece of the puzzle to defeat that last steel has been completed." Lu Ye ignored the goddess's struggles, lowered his head slightly, and said softly.

"Next, we just need to wait for the last king to awaken from his slumber, and then we can fight him."

These words caused the young goddess in his arms to twitch slightly, and she looked up in surprise.

Lu Ye's face was calm.

"No, it's not just about one war; it might require the victory of countless battles—but I will never lose until the final king or fate itself gives up."

"Master, we will absolutely not lose!" The white dragon glared angrily and retorted.

She had unwavering faith in the power of the Last King, firmly believing that no matter what kind of opponent they were, they would all be defeated by him.

Although she is called a god ancestor, she is essentially just a pitiful little girl.

Her only memory was of constantly searching for the last king's footsteps after she turned around.

There's absolutely no need to argue with a little girl like that.

"Shut up, or you'll never find that guy, the Last King." Lu Ye glanced at her and said stiffly.

There's no need to fuss over it, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't fuss over it.

Lu Ye has always been a petty and narrow-minded person, completely unaware of the meaning of magnanimity.

He always retaliates immediately if his displeasure affects the overall situation.

If it affects the overall situation, return it later when it no longer does.

In short, if no one provokes you, you have no choice but to silently swallow the bitter pill.

His blunt and direct threat silenced the ancestor, who dared not utter another word.

"Get out of the way." Lu Ye glanced at the white dragon blocking Lancelot's path and ordered.

Since this military genius was already bound, Lu Ye had no intention of taking another prisoner; it was more worthwhile to turn him into his own power.

Since that's the case, let's just absorb the power and send her back to the mythology.

As for the idea of ​​showing pity or tenderness towards women, he would never have that thought.

After all, for a pragmatist, the idea of ​​showing mercy to women is simply too much of a luxury.

A disobedient god like Athena only needs one, just as she only has one direct knight in this world.

"Impossible!" The white dragon, transformed from the Divine Ancestor, stood resolutely in front of the defiant Lancelot, gritting his teeth, "If you want to harm Uncle, first—"

“That is enough, my beloved son.” It was Lancelot, the one who refused to listen, who interrupted her.

Chapter 160 The Farewell Between Earth and Steel!

"My mission is complete, and now is the time for me to return to mythology," the white-clad war god said in a gentle tone.

"Uncle?" At some point, the God Ancestor had transformed from her enormous dragon body back into that of a young girl, uttering a bewildered address.

The god Gnevel raised his flawless face and looked at the disobedient Lancelot.

When the Earth Mother Goddess is reborn as the Ancestor God, she loses her previous memories. This is why she forgot the location where the Last King hid.

At the same time, for this reason, all she remembers is the journey to find the final king.

Throughout this process, only Lancelot, who refused to comply, remained by her side.

All she knew was that before she lost her memory, the two were best friends.

"Next, this king should tell you where our lord is hiding, right? Our agreement is to protect you until you awaken our lord. In that case, our agreement can be considered basically fulfilled—but I have many shortcomings and have not been able to protect you all the way."

The female knight's gaze remained gentle, and then a carefree smile appeared on her face.

Even now, this defiant knight still maintains a heroic demeanor.

"Although I am quite disappointed that I did not have a satisfying battle, witnessing such a powerful opponent made the trip worthwhile."

"Plop, plop." Tears slowly rolled down from the eyes of the God Ancestor.

“My friend—” the Divine Ancestor choked up softly.

She raised her hand and stroked Lancelot's cheek, who refused to comply.

"I'm sorry, but I have long since lost my memories," the Divine Ancestor said, her eyes brimming with tears. "Therefore, I cannot recall our past experiences traveling together."

"However, our friendship must have already been engraved deep in each other's souls."

“My friend, beautiful goddess of white.” Lancelot’s gaze seemed to waver for a moment before settling on Guinevere’s face with gentle tenderness.

The female knight's tone was apologetic.

"I apologize, my mind is only capable of remembering battles and galloping horses, and I have forgotten the resting place of our lord, which is why I have caused you so much trouble. In that sense, as a knight, I also have many shortcomings."

She hesitated for a moment when she said this.

The idea that "as children of the grasslands, all you need to remember is to hold a gun and ride a horse" is nothing but an excuse.

Neither they themselves nor the disobedient Sun Wukong had forgotten the information about the final king.

This further confirmed her suspicions.

The Last King, the last steel to appear, did not wish for anyone to disturb his slumber.

Over the long years, even the sharpest sword will slowly become rusty.

The savior, like the remnants of his divine sword, was now covered in rust.

However, she did not say it aloud.

Because it is simply too cruel.

Although this is a friend I want to protect, it's something I'll have to face someday.

"I'm sorry, please forgive this incompetent knight." Lancelot felt a thousand thoughts stuck in his heart, but in the end, he swallowed them all and savored them alone.

"No, you are the most perfect knight." The god ancestor, with tears streaming down his face, said in a firm and unquestionable tone.

Lancelot looked slightly surprised when he refused, but then smiled broadly.

“My friend, beautiful, kind, and merciful goddess of the white—” Lancelot, the disobedient one, spoke in a sacred tone, “Whether past, present, or future, all is extremely cruel—”

The benevolent heart of the White Goddess and the ancestral god named Guinevere are both extremely beautiful things, but they will ultimately end in tragedy.

Lancelot suddenly realized this.

This was destined long ago.

Let's begin with the mercy and compassion of this kind goddess.

It all started with the weariness on the hero's face.

It begins with weaving from the goddess known as fate.

"But even so—"

Lancelot offered his blessing in a gentle tone, refusing to comply.

"I sincerely hope that when you leave this world, a genuine smile will grace your face."

"That smile will surely be a unique treasure in this world."

The knight, defying the god, tossed her honey-colored hair, a smile on her face that combined heroism and gentleness.

She offered her final blessings to her friends.

"Thank you, my friend—"

The Divine Ancestor spoke in a choked voice.

There was no intention to stop Lu Ye.

Because she knew that it would be a futile effort, not only useless but also a waste of her and her friend's years of hard work.

The rebellious god who guards her descended thousands of years ago and thus retains the mythical form of that time.

However, the myth evolved afterward.

In other words, even if Lancelot the Disobedient were to descend once again many years later, the figure that would descend again would no longer be this gentle and heroic goddess.

Thinking of this, a feeling of emptiness and loneliness welled up in the chest of the god Gnevel.

However, she still tried her best to show her most cheerful and beautiful smile.

Because only by showing a smile when parting can you make the other person feel at ease.

At this moment, even Athena, the Earth Mother who harbored extreme hatred for the god Gnevel and Steel, did not show any intention of disturbing them.

Perhaps it was a wish to give this beautiful and profound friendship a beautiful ending.

As her power slowly dissipated, this heroic goddess finally turned into fine sand.

The god Gneveld silently squatted down, gently gathering the dirt and debris on the ground with one hand, and scooped it up with his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

"Well, there's one more."

As Lu Ye spoke, he slowly turned around and looked at the disobedient Sun Wukong not far away, his tone full of indifference.

This monkey, although it has the ability called Somersault Cloud, which is said to be able to travel 108,000 li in one somersault, seems to have many limitations in actual use.

Otherwise, he wouldn't still be entangled with the chains that Lu Ye casually summoned.

So, it's time to get rid of this shameful guy.

Lu Ye thought to himself.

Then, from the canyon that had split open in the ground, a scorching heat slowly emanated, and a crimson color was faintly visible.

"Since steel is born from the earth and fire, then let it turn to ashes again beneath the earth and fire!"

Lu Ye declared in a cold tone.

Chapter 161 Here, I shall transform into Metatron!

"Its feet tread the earth, on Mount Sinai, displaying the might of the heavens. Fear destroys all, the fallen tremble, and the kings shudder at the end of the world."

Lu Ye held the Book of Enoch in one hand, his eyes mocking as he looked at the disheveled figure of Sun Wukong, who refused to obey, not far away.

He recited the words from the Book of Enoch clearly.

A part of Judgment Day "dies irae" was summoned into this world by him.

The disobedient Sun Wukong fell like a bird with broken wings, crashing heavily to the ground.

"boom!"

The already ravaged land was once again left with a deep crater.

For even that Lord then set his feet on the earth.

So, at this moment, who is qualified to stand in the sky?

Sun Wukong, who refused to obey, was firmly pressed to the ground by a tremendous force and could not get up.

Even its struggles, though seemingly isolated, are futile.

"Mountains tremble and crumble, flames melt lava into wax, the earth is torn apart, everything on the ground is destroyed, the lambs of the earth are judged, and only the righteous are forgiven!"

"Awoooahh ...

He was pressed firmly to the ground by a powerful force, unable to get up, just like being suppressed by Buddha with the Five Finger Mountain in mythology.