Huh? Are they all real?...

Yes, if only Augustus, the only saint who still cared about the lives of mortals, were still alive.

After shaking her head and abandoning her illusions, Miss Leda got up and continued to help the wounded who had been brought down from the front lines.

-

Outside the Old World, the knights who once followed the witch and the other Abyss Watchers are currently meeting with numerous envoys.

They represent all the forces the Abyss Watchers can turn to.

Looking at the envoys who were all seated, the knight said earnestly:

"I believe you are all aware of our demands, so can you extend a helping hand to the Old World?"

After a long silence, one of the envoys finally stood up and said:

"We are also deeply saddened by what happened there, but sir, that is ultimately a land that has nothing to do with us. You cannot ask us to make our soldiers shed blood for innocent bystanders in the name of justice and fairness."

The knight asked, puzzled:

"But you went there just a few days ago!"

The envoy said earnestly:

"That's because we need to respond to the silence of our ancestors, a response that should have been made three ages ago! And now, the great Augustus is no more."

They owed Augustus a favor, not to the Old World.

The knight, still unwilling to give up, said:

"But if the abyss is left unchecked, it will eventually bring disaster upon you!"

The messengers said:

"That's why we need to place our precious troops and resources along our borders!"

The knight frowned and said:

"So what do the gods and kings think?"

The church's messengers said:

"The supreme being has no need to answer the questions of mortals. Be mindful of your status, sir."

The knight paused for a moment, then lowered his head helplessly and said:

Is there really no possibility at all?

The messengers said:

"Try to think positively, sir. They brought this on themselves."

"But there must be a large number of innocent people on that land."

"But there are still countless innocent people on our land!"

The knight was speechless.

He knew perfectly well that they were right.

The Old World was a land that had nothing to do with them, while they had to take care of the people on their own land.

This is a crisis for the Old World, but not for the whole world.

Hoping they will provide humanitarian aid is perhaps acceptable, but asking them to send troops to conquer the Abyss is truly asking the impossible.

They were able to come here because of the Abyss Watchers' millennia-long dedication.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't have paid any attention.

Some of the messengers, looking at the bowed knights, couldn't help but say:

"My lord, you and your companions have already sacrificed a great deal for this world, and everything in the Old World has nothing to do with you. You don't need to blame yourselves."

“You have done a great job, but they really brought this on themselves.”

"My lord, please set aside your noble character for a moment."

"Or, to put it another way, you and your companions could stay here or somewhere else and continue to protect the truly good people who need protection."

Why bother with an abyss that no ordinary person can solve alone?

After a long silence, the knight gave his answer to these questions.

He bowed to the assembled envoys and said:

"I am very grateful for your arrival, but please forgive us for not being able to continue entertaining you."

After saying that, he put on his helmet and walked outside with his companions.

In response, one of the envoys couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, where are you going?"

The knight paused slightly and said:

"Go to the Old World, go to the Abyss. I've heard there are many survivors waiting for us there."

In response, an envoy immediately stood up and pulled him aside, saying:

"My lord, you and your companions have already sacrificed too much. I sincerely hope you will not go again. This time, you will surely not return! That place is now the abyss, something that mortals cannot solve!"

"Please, I'm begging you, please stay!"

The knight also spoke earnestly to him:

"Please, I'm begging you, let me go and save more people!"

Chapter 260 The Three Sisters Guarding the Holy Sword (3k)

The knight's voice echoed throughout the hall, seemingly fading away quickly, yet also seemingly lingering in the ears of the messengers.

Looking into the knight's incredibly serious eyes, the messenger subconsciously released his grip on the knight's hand.

After nodding slightly to the messenger in thanks, the knight left with his companions.

On the main road in front of the offshore dock.

People who had heard the news from who-knows-where gathered on both sides of the road.

Among them were ordinary civilians, fishermen who had just returned from outside, well-dressed gentlemen, mothers in aprons, and children who were only seven or eight years old.

They were all different and varied.

What they all had in common was that each of them was holding a flower.

They either picked them from their own flowerbed, or they just gathered them from outside, or they bought them specifically.

But regardless of their identities, and the origin of the flowers in their hands.

They came here to offer the flowers in their hands to these noble warriors.

When the Abyss Watchers arrived, they silently placed the flowers in their hands on the warriors' path, thus creating a flower-lined avenue.

It is said that in the distant age of gods, this was a blessing for those who dared to punish all evil.

And now, this is the only way they can express their feelings to these respectable people.

The Abyss Watchers also walked silently among the fluttering flowers.

Occasionally, she would pause briefly to accept a flower from a child or mother as a token of gratitude.

People knew that the Old World was suffering a calamity. The ash snow was confined to the Old World, but the terrible omens spread throughout the world.

People also know they won't do anything about it. They're just ordinary people; they have their own lives to live and their own families to take care of.

But people know even more that they need to bless those who are willing to do something.

As the heroes marched forward in silence, some couldn't help but cover their mouths and burst into tears.

Even ordinary people like them knew that this trip would most likely be a one-way journey.

This world is broken and dilapidated, but there are always people who patch it up.

This person was once Augustus, and now he is the hero before us.

Finally, amidst the farewells of the crowd, the heroes embarked on their journey to conquer the abyss.

-

Deep in the heart of the New World, a boy is running at top speed toward a certain place.

He had just heard about something very big from the nearest town.

So he was in a hurry to get back.

Upon returning to his village, the boy anxiously addressed the villagers:

"Oh no! Oh no! Those terrible demons have attacked the Old World! I've heard that the people of the entire Old World are suffering from the torment of the abyss!"

The villagers were so shocked by the sudden news that they were speechless.

Demons were already distant legends to them.

But to their surprise, they heard such terrible news today.

Meanwhile, the boy found their village chief as quickly as possible.

And he said to the village chief with utmost seriousness:

"I heard that the heroes who monitor the Abyss have set off to conquer it and rescue the survivors. So, Grandpa Pora, I want to go too!"

"I want to draw the holy sword!"

The villagers, the village chief, and even his mother were all utterly astonished by the boy's words.

But in the end, they didn't say anything.

Because that is the mission of their village.

Village Chief Pola patted the boy on the shoulder earnestly and said:

"That great one has always been in the back mountain, in that cave that is perpetually filled with snow-white light. Child, since you have made your decision, then go. Perhaps, you really can pull out that holy sword!"

The boy was the most promising candidate in their village for thousands of years.

People believed that if it were him, he could definitely pull out that holy sword!

And then become that legendary hero.

The boy nodded and climbed the back mountain, which he had climbed countless times before, without any further delay.

But when he actually saw the cave that the villagers had been talking about all along.

The boy stopped in his tracks.

His education and training from childhood were all for this day, this moment.

Draw the holy sword, vanquish evil, and uphold justice.

This is a mission passed down through generations in their village, but it is also a curse passed down through generations.

Because none of them could pull out the holy sword.

They were the chosen ones, yet none of them could lift the holy sword.

This has been the case for thousands of years, which is why people place high hopes on the most talented young people of the past millennium.

We hope he is the hero of the prophecy.

Everyone in the village was kind, so no one pressured him about it. No one even told him he had to succeed.

People simply hoped he would succeed, and they continued to encourage and help him move forward.

But precisely because of this, the boy felt he absolutely had to draw the holy sword.

Having mustered his courage, the boy resolutely stepped into the cave where the holy sword was kept.

Inside the cave, just as his mother and everyone in the village had said.

This place is clearly a deep cave, yet it is always filled with a snow-white light.

This made everything inside appear neither gloomy nor terrifying.

They said it must be the power of the holy sword.

Some people say that it must be the protection of the guardian.