Huh? Are they all real?...

The Book of the Holy Word was rapidly formed amidst the flesh and blood sacrifice of Salz.

Even though it was the dead of night, the sky began to brighten as the Book of the Word was being written.

The sun rose a full six hours, six minutes, and six seconds early!

At the same time, Sals discovered a terrifying fact—He could no longer stop it all.

He couldn't even make a sound.

The only fortunate thing was that the Book of the Word was completed.

But He was almost completely destroyed, with his flesh and blood almost entirely destroyed.

This is a serious injury to a god, but as long as he doesn't die, it's not a big deal.

Okay, okay, let me see the answer, what is it!

Salz endured the agonizing anticipation.

Sacred music, without a specific melody, resounded across the sky, yet it was incredibly sacred.

And everyone who hears this sacred music will hear a different sound.

The only thing they had in common was that the sound was indescribably sacred.

This made everyone stop and listen to the beautiful sound.

This is a miracle that only occurred during the creation of the world.

Today, people have long forgotten that such a miracle ever existed.

Finally, the first character appeared on it, a character that even the White King did not recognize.

But Salz knew that, as someone who peered into the future, His knowledge was already the pinnacle of this world.

Therefore, He clearly recognized that it was the sacred script that had not been used in the age of gods, because it was too complicated and could only be written by the firstborn son.

This thing is so high-level that it can be referred to simply as "It".

However, even with such a high standard of imperial seal, the middle part is noticeably blurred.

It can only be deciphered by the first and last two characters – the eldest son who has returned.

eldest son?!

An eldest son?!

But wait, how could such a vague prophecy have exhausted me like this?!

The moment this thought arose, Sals discovered another major problem.

The sacrifices haven't stopped yet!

In the midst of the intense tearing, He was reduced to almost nothing but a skeleton and a powerful soul representing His essence.

His divinity attempted to grow flesh and blood to replenish his divine body, but the rate of consumption far exceeded His comprehension.

Now not only has His flesh and blood been squeezed out, but even His bones have been crushed and offered up.

"How is that possible?!"

Such a huge expenditure only resulted in the appearance of the second line of the Sacred Words. This time, it was no longer the Sacred Texts that the eldest sons had voluntarily abolished.

Instead, it is written in ancient Elvish script: The Eternal King—Erenian Gilgalard!

The Eternal King?! He and the Firstborn have joined forces?!

So now that the Eternal King has appeared, shouldn't it be over?! But in fact, even Sals himself knows that's impossible.

Even so, it shouldn't have made Him like this.

Sure enough, most of his bones were crushed.

New characters have appeared; they are no longer sacred script or ancient elven script. Now inscribed upon them are the mantras passed down from the Age of Gods, a script that possesses power simply by being written down.

Therefore, very few people know how to do it.

The inscription reads: Asclepius, the Hermit of the Lake!

Asclepius in search of the Holy Grail?!

What's this guy doing here?!

This thought had just emerged when Salz could no longer hold onto it.

Because His bones have been completely crushed and offered up, now it is His soul that is being torn apart!

"Ah——! Ah——!"

For the first time, Sals finally made a sound, but it was an incredibly eerie wail.

Realizing something was wrong, the White King raised his twin swords and slashed down again.

Even the full force of a king's attack could not shake the sacrifice in the slightest.

It even shattered the tiger's mouth.

Noticing that the king was injured, the pure white goddess quietly appeared behind the white king.

She is now the only one who can stop all of this.

She thought the same thing amidst Sals's eagerly anticipated surprise.

However, the goddess who had just turned her gaze to the Book of Holy Words stopped immediately.

The name on it terrified her.

Why are there so many important figures who died long ago?!

"help me!"

Driven by a desperate desire to live, Salz shouted out those words with immense difficulty.

However, the goddess ignored her. After examining the situation for a moment, she took Wang Weiwei a few steps back.

She intended to watch Salz die so that she could see the full picture of the Word.

The sacred music that resounded through the heavens still echoes in people's ears.

However, the two supreme beings who were the only ones to witness the Holy Word felt that it was no longer a beautiful and moving sacred music.

Because based on what they currently see.

This sacred text, obtained at the cost of a prophet's life (Sequence Zero), could very well directly change the world.

Sals could no longer make a sound.

His soul was completely torn apart and filled into the Book of Words.

And one name after another appeared on the list.

The Lionheart, wielding the holy spear Rungomminiad. Despite occupying a very prominent position in the list, there's no snowflake icon with his name displayed.

Holy Roman Augustus Julius, Constantine the Abyss Slayer.

In addition, there are one deafening name after another.

Even at the end of the Book of the Word, they saw a recent acquaintance—Thorjan Westeros, the Sword and Shield King.

The appearance of this name made Aurora frown deeply.

Noticing that she seemed to have stopped there, she prepared to step forward and pick up the Book of Words.

She wanted to take it back and study it carefully.

But the moment she made contact, the sacred text, which had been sacrificed to a god, collapsed.

Aurora was unaware that this was because even the Book of the Holy Word could not withstand such an excessively high standard.

Even a temporary deity can only receive a temporary divine word.

But Aurora knew one thing nonetheless.

It seems they inadvertently played a song of world destruction.

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The pure white goddess slowly walked to the place where the Holy Word had been before.

She raised her hand and slowly grasped at the front of her.

The long-lost Book of Words has begun to reappear.

But a moment later, the goddess released her hand.

The record of the sacred words that had just begun to emerge was then annihilated once more.

Those names are too exaggerated; the sacred texts that accurately record their existence cannot be directly reproduced.

Because this is not just a record of their names. If it were just names, mortals could write down all of them, as long as they didn't use any special characters or magical ancient languages.

Rather, it means that the prophetic words brought by the prophets serve as a form of proof.

The world has testified that as long as this Book of the Word exists, their existence and relationship will be undeniable.

Because prophecies cannot be changed.

Although some people often fabricate prophecies, a prophecy is a prophecy.

Do you remember all the names?

The tall, imposing king nodded slightly to indicate that he remembered.

At the same time, he walked to the stone wall and wrote down the names one by one with his finger.

This time, the writing was very smooth and fluid, without any terrible commotion or sacrifices.

After all, this is merely writing without any inherent meaning.

It's safe, but that's about it.

The names of these important figures reappeared before my eyes.

The pure white goddess couldn't help but ask her king:

What do you think it means when their names appear together?

The towering king remained silent, knowing that the other party wasn't asking him a question, but rather looking for someone to listen.

“Our poor Sals was seeking the one who took away the seal, but the world took his life and then gave him a long, exaggerated name.”

At this point, she changed the subject again:

"The eldest son is no longer alive; this has been a consensus for several eras."

"The Eternal King is also gone, a fact acknowledged for several epochs, but not long ago, the Eternal King returned."

"In some remote little place where the stupid system of slavery is still preserved."

"At the same time, Lord Trajan Westeros, who had died twenty years ago, returned and immediately became the new king."

The pure white goddess had reached the stone wall where the White King had carved his name. She reached out and slowly touched each character.

"Then, before Trajan Westeros fully appeared, we attacked the Seven Hills for the sake of the covenant. But the King of Torino and his guards made a brief appearance."

"Our plan has completely failed, and we have no choice but to put everything on hold for the time being."

"According to the intelligence we have gathered, the one who turned the tide was not the dwarves, but an outsider whose existence we have yet to find definitively."

"And most importantly, this outsider knows the secret passage, and he knows the real way to open it. This is something that even the Seven Hill Dwarfs themselves have forgotten."

“He knew more than just that; his understanding of the Seven Hills was far deeper than that of any other dwarf. Or rather, he knew everything that the King of Turin had left to the Seven Hills.”

"Who do you think he is? The King of Turin? No, if he were the King of Turin, he wouldn't need to leave, even if he were a long-legged man now."

As the goddess's voice abruptly ceased, her finger rested on the name of the Moon King.

"The friendship between the King of Turin and the King of the Moon is still sung by countless people. They are heroes who stopped the lost from ravaging the world, and they are the closest of friends."

"If there is anyone among the names on this list who knows so much about the dwarves and has always been there to help them."

"Then it can only be Him. Although the others are equally righteous, they could not possibly know so much about dwarves."

The towering king always played the role of a silent listener.

This is a one-woman show by the pure white goddess.