Huh? Are they all real?...

But in any case, with the guidance of this light, the boy was able to move forward smoothly without the aid of any other light source.

And deep within the cave, they encountered the legendary holy sword and its guardian.

It was a greatsword that was much larger than the boy had imagined.

It was casually stuck deep in the cave, and over the years, the sword became covered with moss.

Beside the Holy Sword was the Holy Sword Guardian, who always knelt there.

She was a very rare blonde beauty.

She wore white armor with a hood and a skirt, and her chest was adorned with a green gem.

As the boy entered, the other person turned their gaze to look over.

This made the boy nervous; he had never heard of the guardian of the Holy Sword being such a beautiful person.

What's strange is that although the Guardian's body was completely free of any stains, the hem of her skirt, where she was kneeling on the ground, was stained with green moss.

Just like the blade of the holy sword.

Has the Guardian remained in this position the whole time without ever moving?

The boy was puzzled, but bearing a more important mission, he stepped forward and said:

"I am the one chosen by Pola Village this year. Guardian of the Holy Sword, I have come to try to pull out the Holy Sword. I want to go to the Old Continent and fight alongside the heroes who watch over the Abyss!"

The golden-haired guardian did not respond to the boy's words.

But she did get up and give up her seat.

The meaning is obvious.

You can try to pull out the holy sword now!

The boy, who clearly hadn't expected the process to be so simple, was a little bewildered.

But he didn't hesitate for long before walking up to the holy sword.

Take a deep breath.

The boy reached for the hilt of the sword, trying to pull out the legendary holy sword!

-

It is still somewhere in the New World.

Several travelers who had set out decades ago finally overcame numerous mountains and forded many rapids.

They found the place their family had been searching for for countless generations—the Martha Cathedral!

With a pilgrim's mentality, they each prayed to their respective gods in front of the dilapidated church.

They entered the cathedral, rumored to house the holy sword, with utmost reverence, bathed in moonlight.

As soon as they entered, they witnessed a scene that thrilled them immensely!

Not only was the blond swordsman, described in the records as hiding in the snow, right before their eyes, but they also saw the holy sword that was now covered in moss and vines.

The only thing that puzzled them was that the Holy Sword did not seem to be the two-handed greatsword recorded in their family history, but rather resembled a normal knight's sword.

But they were also certain that it was the Holy Sword!

The sacredness that even moss and vines cannot conceal is the greatest proof.

So they all bowed to the sword guardian who was about to get up and said:

"We are from the Martha family, and we request to take the Holy Sword! Evil has descended, and people need the primordial weapon to defend justice!"

-

It was still somewhere in the New World, but this time there were no villages, and no travelers seeking family teachings.

This time, the only one present was an unfortunate scholar who had accidentally gotten lost while researching a topic.

As he rolled down the slope into some ruined ruins.

The scholar witnessed a scene he would never forget in a field of greenery strewn with longswords.

A blonde girl wearing a white robe and dark green armor was kneeling motionless in front of a two-handed greatsword.

This greatsword has obviously been planted here for many years, because it is covered with green vines. Even scholars cannot determine whether the greatsword was originally dark green or whether it was covered with moss.

But in any case, the scholars knew that he had encountered a very unexpected situation.

After swallowing hard, the scholar bypassed the greatsword and the girl, trying to find a way out.

He's not a superhuman, not even a warrior.

He was just an unlucky scholar who would be held back a year if he didn't solve his research problem soon.

It's best not to get involved in something so obviously strange.

Unfortunately, no matter what he did, he couldn't find a way out.

He could only stare blankly at the hole above his head, which was slightly illuminated by the moonlight.

This site was probably once a church or castle hall.

In short, the current situation is that the exit of the ruins themselves has been completely blocked by rock and soil.

He couldn't find a rope that would allow him to do something to climb out.

so.

The scholar looked with difficulty at the motionless girl and the two-handed greatsword that seemed to be the main character here.

"Excuse me, may I ask if you have a way to get me out?"

Upon hearing this, the girl slowly stood up and made way for him.

The implication was clear: he was being told to draw his sword.

I'm taking a day off today. It's National Day, and my family is back home. I don't want to disturb them by writing late at night.

Chapter 261 We're racing against time, Leda! (4k)

The defenses of the Old World continued to shrink.

The whole world is concerned about it.

Meanwhile, things remained peaceful on the People's Federation side.

After all, the two sides are not only separated by a world, but most of the people in the Human Alliance don't even know about this.

All they knew was that they were a new generation living in an era better than ever before, after the war.

However, some recent events have kept them discussing them with great interest.

First, there was the recent "7" incident and that very strange heartbeat sound.

The second is the dream incident, which is still trending on social media.

According to information released by the media, more than 30,000 people have reportedly had the same dream.

Although they only remembered those few days and some trivial things, it still sparked heated discussions.

The explanations for this online are incredibly varied.

Moen glanced at it a few times and then stopped paying attention.

What he's currently paying most attention to is the endless stream of posts about the Old World created by time travelers on the dark web.

According to the information from the time travelers, Moen was certain that he had only been back for a short time when the incident occurred.

At the very beginning, it could barely be considered as chaos brought about by the collapse of the old Roman order.

On the fourth day, when the death toll in the Old World had soared to one-third, the Abyss and the Old World overlapped.

What I casually said back then has indeed come true.

The only fortunate thing is that all of this did stop in the Old World, not the whole world.

After confirming that the rest of the region was still normal, Moen breathed a sigh of relief.

“O O Origin, you have finally answered my prayers.”

After a brief moment of relief, Moen picked up the shattered saint's staff.

Moen considered repairing it, but ultimately gave up. This was a revelation, nothing else. Unless he was willing to destroy the significant Shroud of Relic, the staff would most likely remain as it was.

This is merely the remains of this living man, while the Shroud of Remains truly represents the legacy of various saints and the spiritual sustenance of countless people.

Moen had no intention of damaging the precious artifacts.

After gently stroking the cracks on his cane, Moen turned his attention to a very important question.

That is, how to make the remaining prophecies come to fruition.

Now that he's with the People's Federation, he obviously can't accomplish everything.

The appearance of the white Pegasus also indicated that he was that person.

So how is he going to save the remaining third?

Theoretically, the pocket watch would take him back at a crucial moment.

However, Moen quickly realized another problem: he currently had no good way to fight the Abyss.

There are no records of demonic descents in the Old World over the past three ages, so there are also very few records of saints being active in the Old World.

The same applies to the other save files; even Augustus, the only one actively involved in the Old World, clearly didn't have a good solution.

The Old World is no longer just descending from the Abyss; it has directly overlapped with the Abyss.

So much so that the abyss is the old continent, and the old continent is the abyss.

In this situation, even if Moen used the power of the remaining archives to directly annihilate the demons of the Old World, it would be to no avail.

Throughout the history of the Abyss, many people have tried this.

More than once, deities have ventured into the abyss in an attempt to completely eliminate its threat.

However, the abyss cannot be erased, because it is a primordial creation, and the gods, who are also primordial creations, obviously cannot transcend the primordial.

If the abyss cannot be erased, then the demons will not disappear.

Because demons, these naturally chaotic and evil creatures, are entirely derivatives of the abyss.

As long as the abyss exists, demons will continue to be born. Demon lords will reappear, occupying their respective positions.

Even imprisoning the Demon Lord far from the Abyss wouldn't work, because if a Demon Lord leaves the Abyss and doesn't find a source of chaos to anchor it, it will either be banished to the mortal realm or simply die.

Unless someone is willing to deliberately create a lot of chaos for it as an anchor point, putting the cart before the horse.

But this is obviously impossible, so the abyss and demons cannot be completely eliminated.

This is a consensus reached several eras ago.

So Moen tried to exploit a bug, which was to weaken the demons representing the abyss, allowing them to occupy their positions while simultaneously weakening them by completely crippling them.

In this way, a defective generation emerged.

The threat of the abyss remains, but the harm it can cause has been greatly reduced.

But now, Moen has discovered the drawbacks of this approach.

That is why the gods intend to ignore the abyss and occupy the old continent.

Demons are chaotic and evil creatures, but at the same time, their nature dictates that they will not risk their lives.

Therefore, a defective generation would never have the idea of ​​sacrificing itself to allow a complete new generation to emerge.

In this way, the demon lords, who are already inferior to the gods, will remain crippled forever. In this situation, even if they leave the abyss, the gods will not need to lift a finger; the angels serving the gods, or even mortals, can resolve the battle themselves.

Then, the demon lords will become even more reluctant to leave the abyss because of this.

After a short period of confrontation, the abyss and the present world will reach a new balance.

The demons, unable to be completely eradicated, remain weakened and guard the Old World, while the threat of the Abyss is now directly before the gods.

While the time travelers were still speculating why the gods were ignoring everything that was happening.

Moen has already deduced the answer completely.

The abyss and demons are like an incurable skin disease.