Huh? Are they all real?...

The answer was so obvious that even the soldiers far from Camelot understood it, and dared not take another step forward.

The weapons that were once held high gradually lowered themselves until they were completely on the ground.

The very thing this corrupt church feared most has now finally come to pass.

Some cardinals were eager to raise their hands and question who the other party was.

But when they tried to speak, they found that not only was their throats blocked, but they could only make stupid hissing sounds, and they didn't even dare to raise their hands.

They were among the least religious people in the entire New World, but interestingly, they were also among the most afraid of faith.

Because they are all too aware of what their actions truly mean.

Utter blasphemy and an undeniable grave crime.

The king, seated high on his throne, looked down upon everyone below.

Everyone whose gaze swept over him lowered their heads in terror.

“You call them the lowest of the low, the mud beneath your feet, objects you can destroy and oppress at will, then I want to ask you this.”

The king's voice resounded throughout the entire hall. He was alone, but his presence was enough to make the entire church tremble.

At this moment, both the noble cardinal and the great demigod were sweating profusely and retreating continuously.

But the voice continued to ring out mercilessly:

"Then what are you to me? Insects I can stomp on or filth from the sewer?"

No one dared to answer the king's question.

They all retreated in fear.

However, because they dared not actually run away, they did not seem to be retreating, but rather like a group of rats cornered against a wall.

It was ridiculous and laughable.

“From the moment I began to establish the Round Table, I have been dedicated to creating an ideal kingdom for mortals to live in. Your ancestors, no, including you yourselves, knew this, and you are still living in my kingdom, in my name.”

"But you have used my dreams and my efforts as a source of your amusement. You have insulted my people and desecrated my life!"

Thunder was born from the king's wrath and roared upon the throne.

The voice seemed to come from both hell and heaven.

It instilled a deep, piercing fear in people.

The crowd dared not resist any longer and knelt down in fear.

However, because they were standing so close together, even kneeling down seemed incredibly difficult and comical.

The soldiers had already prostrated themselves on the ground the moment the king spoke, and dared not get up again.

This scene finally made the king slightly suppress his thunderous rage, and instead let out an extremely disdainful sneer.

"I never expected you to be so afraid. Do you miss the old days? Do you desperately wish there were a law to protect you?"

"Have you experienced the unsolvable terror of being in a superior position?"

"You dared to claim you were the masters of all this before. Now, I ask you, whose masters are you? Do you even deserve to be the masters of anyone?"

Still, no one dared to answer the question about the King.

Before, it was fear; now it's even more fearful.

In particular, they knew that if they dared to answer, they would likely be executed immediately for the grave crime of blasphemy.

Goring was constantly being pushed forward by the people behind him.

He looked at his companions behind him in disbelief, while simultaneously sweating profusely as he gazed at the supreme being in front of him.

We went up together, and now you want me to die alone?!

Extremely shameless!

Göring was shocked by the despicable nature of his companion.

"You are nothing but a bunch of disgusting insects who dare to call themselves human."

That thunderous voice boomed once again on the armrest of the throne.

The cardinals were so frightened they almost buried their heads in the ground.

But Göring, amidst his extreme terror, suddenly saw a glimmer of hope.

That is, behind the king there is only the statue of the goddess, but no goddess!

He is a king, but he has no gods?

No, he is not a king, he is a mortal!

Amidst everyone's disbelief and the king's indifference, Göring stood up shakily.

After swallowing hard, Goring touched his head to see if it was still on his body.

Good, it's still there.

His lips began to curl into an uncontrollable smile.

Because he felt he had finally seized the opportunity.

Then, he became the only person present who dared to raise a finger at the king.

"You are not the king!"

His voice completely stunned everyone.

How dare you?

Göring, who was still alive, was overjoyed.

That's it, that's it, that's exactly it!

“You are merely a mortal, yet you dare to claim the king's name to deceive the king's servants. You are the blasphemer, the one whose crime deserves to be punished!”

In a state of near-extreme excitement, Göring laughed maniacally at his companions behind him:

"Get up, my brothers and sisters! Look at him! Look at him! How is he like our king? He's just a mortal! Even the goddess wouldn't look at him!"

"Why aren't you getting up and helping me capture this heinous criminal?"

Inspired by Göring, those who did not want to die tentatively stood up.

At the same time, all of them were staring intently at the majestic statue of the goddess.

There is no goddess, no divine punishment.

so.

The corners of their mouths began to turn up.

They felt as if they had grasped the truth.

Seeing all his companions stand up, Göring laughed maniacally.

He shouted loudly at the king:

"You're still dead!"

Then, the door behind them opened wide.

The burning firelight illuminated the open gates, leaving the soldiers and knights bewildered.

An elf girl came out.

That's Lily Heather.

Seeing the appearance of such an elf, Goring, who had just been startled, finally felt relieved.

He thought it was his goddess!

After casually tidying his disheveled clothes, Goring turned and pointed at the elf in front of him, saying:

"And this blasphemer too, arrest her, and then I'm going to burn those two scoundrels alive in front of everyone!"

The moment he finished speaking, the greatest terror of Göring's life descended upon him.

Endless holy light burst forth from the girl.

In the blink of an eye, the girl collapsed unconscious.

The goddess of storms emerged from the radiance.

She held the holy lance high in one hand and embraced the girl in the other.

Instead of stepping down from behind the king, he walked directly in front of him.

The group of people who had just gotten up fell to the ground again, but this time they were truly too frightened to stand.

The goddess, holding the girl in one arm, walked with a cool expression past the slumped crowd, past the empty round table, and returned to the spot where she had always stood.

That was right beside his own king.

There was no further communication, just a brief exchange of glances.

The goddess then laid the holy spear flat.

He uttered those despairing words that had once terrified countless people, facing the blasphemers before him:

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor."

Divine punishment tore everything in front of the round table apart.

Through the brooch and light screen in front of the king, everyone watched this scene in a near-dumbfounded state.

The majestic holy city was utterly destroyed, and even the distant sea was cleaved in two by this earth-shattering attack.

This corrupt land, which belonged only to and was inhabited only by clergy, was utterly destroyed.

The weapons that had been unclaimed until now were once again taken up by their new owners.

That's all for today. I've caught a cold.

Chapter 304: Hostility Not as an Enemy, but as a Woman (3k)

The dazzling light brought by the divine punishment of the Holy Lance quickly dissipated.

But the terrifying marks left by the Holy Lance were still clearly visible under the reflection of the two moons.

This signifies the complete return of Lionheart and the Storm Goddess.

The gods and kings all had different expressions as they looked at the two supreme beings who had returned.

Have too many dead people returned this year?

Moreover, they are all such exaggeratedly important figures.

The only two who seemed to have dragged the team down were Duke Trajan, who later became the rulers of the Baratheon dynasty, the dynasty of sword and shield. As for Saint Constantine, although he had returned to the embrace of the original, he was not only the chosen king of the new goddess of the abyss, but he was also the great Augustus.

Upon closer examination, this saint seems to have exaggerated a bit.

Compared to him, the ancient Moon King, the newly risen Sword and Shield King, and now the Lionheart King all seem somewhat dim.

Ah, and the prophets who died and came back to life, came back to life and died again.

The Supreme Beings began to feel uneasy about this strange situation.

At first they just found it amusing, but now they've started to feel afraid.

After all, the pure white goddess is still trapped in the despair of the king's departure.

Moreover, it is foreseeable that she will be trapped there forever, because almost no one throughout history has been able to get out.

Unless it is like

The gazes of the supreme beings once again focused on the lion's heart.

Lionheart, the heart of the goddess of weapons, as proud and glorious as a lion.

This is the origin of the name Lionheart.

To pull a deity out of despair after losing its king, either the god must die, or the king must be resurrected.

There are no other methods besides these two.

Because only these two methods can lead to a reunion.