I let the genie out of the bottle

Then, she tiptoed and pressed her lips against Lu Ye's cheek.

Upon suddenly witnessing this scene, the god Gneveld was immediately taken aback.

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Instinctively, she covered her lips with her small hand to prevent her exclamation from disturbing the two people and causing them to take their anger out on her.

Immediately afterwards, she watched as Lu Ye wrapped one arm around Athena's legs, pulled her into his arms, and then shamelessly tasted Athena's lips.

Seemingly considering the presence of outsiders, Athena struggled slightly, but it was merely a symbolic struggle.

Immediately afterwards, the two continued exchanging saliva as if no one else was around, enjoying the tender intimacy of whispering sweet nothings.

"This, this, this—"

The Divine Ancestor stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, both timid and excited, afraid of missing any detail.

After a long while, the intimate activity between the two finally ended, and Lu Ye slowly put the blushing goddess down from his arms.

"Lu Ye—" The goddess, whose eyes still held a lingering glint of tears, unconsciously licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

"As my chosen partner, you must return alive. If you, who have made an eternal vow with the goddess of the underworld, suffer a death that even the goddess of death cannot avert, then I will be very distressed."

Athena's arrogant expression softened as she gazed at Lu Ye's face and spoke softly.

"So remember this: what I'm giving you is the mark of the goddess of the underworld, to let you know that the underworld doesn't welcome you, so stay away from there!"

After speaking, the petite, silver-haired goddess turned around and went straight back to her room.

"Don't worry, I understand." Lu Ye chuckled and turned to walk out the door.

unexpectedly.

"king."

Accompanied by a somewhat shy call, a slightly nervous figure quickly ran to Lu Ye's side.

"What is it?" Lu Ye asked, glancing at his knight.

Liliana hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed and lightly touched Lu Ye's face with her lips.

Lu Ye was slightly taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, the girl, her face flushed, turned and ran away.

If Lu Ye wanted to dodge, it would be effortless, but—

"That's practically a double death flag." Lu Ye said with a faint smile. "So, if anything unexpected really happens, then we'll be counting on you."

"My treasure."

“xxxx!” Mozlis exclaimed, “mmp!”

Is it here?

A moment later, Lu Ye, standing on the chariot, crossed his arms and looked at the floating island in the distance.

At this moment, there was no need for the answer from the god Gnevel; he had already sensed that sharp yet resilient aura.

In the center of the island is a heavy knife, covered with mottled rust.

A hand appeared out of thin air and slowly reached towards the hilt of the knife.

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Chapter 166 An irreconcilable enemy!

The floating islands resemble islands in the Pacific Ocean, with hills and plains.

However, it is devoid of any plants or life; it is an island composed solely of soil and rock—steel, by its very nature, is born from the deprivation of life from the earth. Even if the conditions for life to flourish were present, life on this island would be robbed. Therefore, its desolate state is not entirely unexpected.

In the center of the island, an iron sword is stuck.

It was a double-edged steel sword with a blade nearly a meter long. The thick blade was like a scimitar, and there was mottled rust on the blade.

That is the savior's sword, the sword worn by the hero who annihilated the demon king, made of the strongest steel.

A hand, a pale palm, appeared out of thin air and reached out to grasp the hilt of the rusty knife.

"Lord—, Master—" God Ancestor Gneveld's eyes welled up with tears in an instant, and the tears rolled down his cheeks.

Clearly, the figure that appeared out of nowhere near the divine blade was the savior who bore the heavy responsibility of annihilating the demon king.

He had slightly long, pale hair and was a handsome man with striking features.

However, his good looks were mixed with the tough and battle-hardened temperament of someone who had been through countless battles, as well as an indelible weariness, which was the weariness after doing something countless times and the aversion after persisting in a task for countless years.

His hand slowly gripped the hilt of the rusted divine sword—normally, a warrior would cherish his weapon. But this warrior's attitude was as if he were touching something he loathed.

"The troublesome fellow has arrived," the white-haired hero said, gripping his iron sword tightly and pulling it from the ground.

"Do we really have to get rid of him?!"

He said this with a look of deep disgust on his face.

It's not about the upcoming opponent, but about the fate of fighting forever, and the self that must fight.

"Your life is about to come to an end."

Lu Ye glanced at the tearful God Ancestor beside him and suddenly reminded him.

This divine ancestor was extremely excited about the awakening of the last king.

However, there seemed to be a slight hesitation in approaching the white-haired hero and speaking to him directly.

In his previous battle with himself, this god-ancestor used a forbidden trump card to temporarily regain the power he had when he was the Earth Mother Goddess.

As a price, she lost her immortal life and was about to reach the end of her life.

At this moment, the ancestral god appeared to be doing well, but in reality, his life was already like a candle flickering in the wind, and the last bit of warmth he had was likely to dissipate at any moment.

At that time, this divine ancestor will also return to dust.

The excited smile on the face of the Divine Ancestor suddenly froze.

She sighed softly, a fleeting look of melancholy passing through her eyes.

Then, a fragile smile appeared on her face, as if it were a delicate object.

"That's right."

She said.

"So, do you still want to live?" Lu Ye glanced at her and asked with interest.

Not everyone who lives deserves to live, nor should everyone who dies be allowed to die.

Lu Ye is not qualified to make a judgment on this, but he has the power to do so.

The ancestor of the gods, Gnevel, took a few steps forward with a strangely unsteady gait.

Then, he gently shook his head.

"My mission is complete."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, palm facing diagonally upwards, as if vaguely pointing to some ethereal figure.

"In that case, there's no need to greedily spend more time. Mythology is where I should return."

She spoke in a somewhat low voice.

But then, a bright smile appeared on her face.

“An answer I expected.” Lu Ye nodded gently. “Then I will not tarnish your understanding with words.”

The Divine Ancestor bowed slightly to Lu Ye, and then headed towards the location of the white-haired hero on the floating island.

“Master, the Holy King who appeared in the end times, the hero who annihilated all demon kings, the final king!” Guinevere’s feet landed on the ground as he looked at the final king before him with a complicated expression.

The white-haired hero, Rama, the last king, glanced at the god-ancestor Gnevel with a slightly complicated look, and did not answer for a moment.

“My king—the ‘Last King,’ could it be…” Guinevere murmured, her golden hair fluttering slightly in the wind, “that you have already forgotten your subordinates?”

“No, not at all, benevolent White Goddess,” Rama said softly, a somewhat forced smile on his face.

In fact, he was also very happy to be reunited with his old friend.

However, the fact that he had to repeat the fate of annihilating the Demon King over and over again added a touch of bitterness to his smile.

"So, my king, you've grown weary of battle?"

The tone of the god Gnevel was tinged with sorrow and pity, but also with something more complex.

On the other side was an ally whom he hadn't seen for 1,500 years.

This also means that he has been pursuing his goal for 1,500 years.

The Last King smiled wearily, nodded to his ally whom he hadn't seen for fifteen hundred years, and looked guilty.

They have been repeating the same fate of annihilating the Demon King.

It has been repeating the same fate of robbing life from the earth.

Can such a brave person truly be called a brave person?

Rama looked around, seemingly searching for something.

“Uncle… my companion has returned to mythology.” The god Gnevel’s lips twitched as he spoke with a sigh.

"Ah, I see." The Last King sighed, his face filled with guilt and exhaustion. "You're going to die too."

"Yes." The Divine Ancestor nodded weakly.

Then, she suddenly let out a long, relieved sigh.

"That's enough."

Her smile, bright and radiant, reminded one of flowers and sunshine, blossoming on her face.

The next moment, just as the mermaid turned into foam after the sun came out, the young and beautiful figure of the God Ancestor vanished into the wind and sand.

In its place, there remains a large, golden urn, about the height of a small child.

In an instant, Rama recognized what it was.

The Holy Grail.

Long ago, out of love and compassion for herself, the goddess gave up the treasure that was the embodiment of her life in order to alleviate her suffering.

Should we take it into our hands?

Rama looked dazed and hesitated.

"I'll accept it for now," he thought.

However, it was precisely because of that momentary hesitation that his actions were a beat too slow.

"The Last King, Rama—"

Lu Ye accepted the Holy Grail without batting an eye, showing no remorse whatsoever for robbing someone of their valuables.

"It is neither a Rakshasa nor a mysterious being who kills gods."

Rama was only momentarily taken aback, then stopped caring about the whereabouts of the Holy Grail.

Then, his expression gradually became serious.

"Even so, I know that you are my mortal enemy!"

Chapter 167 Return it to you? No, it's mine!

Rama, the last king, is the last savior to appear in this world.

In the Ramayana, he is both a prince in distress and a hero who overcomes hardships.

Because the Godslayers possess power sufficient to endanger this world, they must be annihilated to prevent the existence of multiple Godslayers from severely damaging the world.

Rama, the hero symbolizing steel, was destined to defeat the god-slayers on earth, and was given the "savior sword" and the title of the final king.

Because of his mission, he can identify any hostile god-slayer who appears at a glance.

but--

At this moment, he could clearly sense that Lu Ye was not a god-slayer, and he also knew that the person in front of him was an enemy he had to eliminate no matter what.