Huh? Are they all real?...

With a raised hand, a new spear materialized in his grasp.

Lower your body, the final blow is at this moment.

The tall king, seemingly aware of this, slowly reached for his twin swords.

Under the gaze of the towering king, Moen suddenly attacked with unprecedented speed.

The twin swords immediately left the ground and slashed out, the sensation of cutting through flesh returning.

This time, however, he still failed to sever the opponent's body. Instead, the opponent used his twin swords to jump all the way to the top of his head.

This is the first time the two champions have come so close.

They gazed at each other.

Moen approached the towering king with immense satisfaction and whispered something that made the king frown slightly in confusion:

"Aurora is waiting for you!"

As the blood spear pierced down, the countless spears already embedded in the opponent's back instantly exploded.

From that moment on, a scarlet flower made of blood bloomed!

The elegant Moon King leaped lightly back to where he had come from amidst the blooming of scarlet flowers.

He regained his lost arm and reattached it.

Opposite him, the towering king beneath the blooming crimson flower could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees.

One of the massive twin swords was the first time it had slipped from his grasp.

It caused it to fall heavily to the ground.

The outcome of the battle is already beyond doubt.

I lost.

The loss was undeniable.

The tall king still looked at Moen with confusion.

He had no evidence, but he felt that the other party did it on purpose.

His fighting skills far surpassed his own; he was a true hero who ended two eras.

However, it seems that he spent an enormous amount of time and suffered unnecessary losses in order to end things in this way.

Does flowering have any significance?

The towering king wanted to stand up and ask the other party why this was so.

But as soon as he stood up, he staggered and knelt down.

He's not dead yet, but he's close to it.

Amidst his heavy breathing, he looked up at the Moon King opposite him.

The other party seemed to think the battle was over and wanted to let him go.

That's true, there's no reason for him to necessarily kill himself.

That's good, so she'll know that everything she's been pursuing has always been impossible.

The king from the wilderness accepted his defeat with equanimity.

This was a fair and square battle; the opponent won honorably, and we accepted our defeat wholeheartedly.

Time to end.

He wanted to admit his defeat, but when he finally stood up, he was still holding onto the blade.

He felt his wounds healing rapidly and his strength increasing at an astounding pace.

White light descended upon my head!

'Aurora is waiting for you!'

The towering king suddenly understood what the other party meant.

She admitted defeat, but she didn't.

After a brief hesitation, the towering king remained silent.

As always.

The brilliant pure white light overshadowed all other colors and lights in the room.

A pure white goddess descended from nothingness to this world.

She is the only one who reached the end of the path to pure white, and the only goddess who can represent allure.

She is clearly the embodiment of allure, yet her appearance is not at all seductive.

Instead, it was filled with an unimaginable sense of holiness.

Or if there is anything that can describe gentleness, then it is the goddess before us!

The only ritual for achieving godhood in pure white—capturing the hearts of an era solely through gentleness.

A holy and gentle goddess descended from the heavens to the mortal realm.

In the white glow, she gently embraced her king.

It dispelled the hideous wounds left on his back by Moen, bringing even greater power and gifts.

The gold and black twin swords even gradually turned pure white.

In the silent stillness, the towering king, carrying his goddess on his back, rose once more.

Instead of him speaking, it was the pure white goddess behind him who spoke:

"The old Darkmoon King!"

The appearance of the gods and kings intensified their sense of oppression to its peak at that moment.

It was as if they were the center of the world at that moment.

That is indeed the case.

Only God and King are the masters of the world!

The towering king carried his goddess on his back, allowing her to look down upon the ancient warriors before him.

The goddess's voice was full of majesty:

"If you are aware of the current situation and are concerned about the future of the entire world."

"Then please make way for me!"

Yet within this boundless majesty lies a tenderness that can easily capture hearts:

"I will bring a gentle world to all living beings."

"I assure you, it is the old king who has awakened and returned, and that path will be walked to the end by me, Aurora, and the king with whom I made the promise!"

"That will surely be a gentle and beautiful world that pleases everyone!"

In the goddess's boundless majesty and tenderness.

The pure white light almost filled Moen's vision.

This left him with only Aurora and the wonderful future she promised!

Moen knew she was right; the alluring path of pure white held such a possibility.

With a serene smile, the goddess extended her hand to Moen, extending her invitation:

"So come, let's embrace this gentle and beautiful future together!"

In the endless, glorious light.

Moen extended his hand.

This brought a satisfied smile to the pure white goddess's lips.

But soon, her smile vanished completely.

Because that wasn't a hand reaching out to her!

The golden-haired goddess, representing dominance, slowly stepped out of her fantasies about a bright future and left the palace, which had only recently been renamed.

I looked up and gazed at the Seven Hills in the distance.

She felt something calling to her.

In the distant Forest of Rothlaur, the magnificent sacred tree shone with a brilliance far greater than ever before.

Even when one is in a shadowy veil suspended beneath a water mirror.

The ancient and beautiful goddess also stretched out her hand forward with a smile.

And in the old capital at the foot of the sacred tree.

The goddess representing the shadowy sun gazed into the distance with a heart full of emotion. She heard a call, a call from her own heart, and also from a kinsman's prayer to the moon-white longbow.

She sensed that something was expecting her.

The goddess in the royal palace.

The goddess behind the curtain.

A goddess in the old capital.

They all unconsciously reached out their hands.

Can be in the next moment.

The moon has descended!

For the first time, the cold, lonely dark moon left the original moon and even, for the first time, emerged from the darkness of night, appearing in the sky.

She drove away the sun and brought night.

And before the pure white goddess.

A beautiful goddess from the cold, dark moon stood behind her king, holding a sword-shaped spear.

Wang Fushen.

Wang Fushen!

There's only this one long chapter tonight, so you don't need to wait any longer.

Chapter 224 The Great Bell Rings Three Times, the God Returns (4k)

This was beyond everyone's expectations.

Whether mortal or goddess.

Ordinary people stared blankly at the sun that had suddenly disappeared overhead, and at the cold, dark moon that had reappeared after countless years of silence.

Some clever people quickly told their companions that Darkmoon must have found the king.

After a brief moment of astonishment, the vampires erupted in cheers. After countless generations of waiting, they had finally welcomed back their race's deity.

And it wasn't a frenzied blood moon, but a dark moon that was both icy and gentle!

The goddesses withdrew their outstretched hands, looking disappointed. Their expressions varied, yet they all raised their eyebrows and gazed at the elegant, dark moon.

I dislike it, I resist it, but I can't explain why.

It was as if the cold moon, hanging high in the distant sky, had silently stolen something very important.

After a brief moment of gazing, the goddesses all looked at their hands in unison.

Why did you just stretch out your hand forward?

Only the king, only the king who stands quietly before the goddess, remains unmoved by anything.

He had been waiting for all of this to happen.

At the distant end of the Second Age, when the elegant Moon Lord faced the mad Blood Moon as an angel.

Everyone thought it was impossible to succeed.

The piercer is not a god, nor does he possess any uniqueness, nor is he supported by any god.