Huh? Are they all real?...

Even eternal death!

There are many things that can mock the powerlessness of death, but gods and kings are always among them.

Only the Supreme Beings saw the Holy Lance gently raised.

The next moment, they could no longer see anything about Camelot.

Even after all these years, the goddess of weapons still doesn't like outsiders.

However, because the relationship between God and King is an ironclad law established at the core of the world, no matter how careful someone is, as they gradually accept their identity and delve deeper into it, they will still inevitably cause some problems.

This was almost inevitable, and it was predetermined.

The Forest of Roselorian, where even the darkest night is illuminated by the radiance of the sacred tree, is relatively well-off.

Because the goddess hidden behind the veil is still carefully protecting her king in a place unknown to others.

As she took out the moon-white longbow, the emerald goddess lost all interest in looking at the lion and her heart.

Instead, they continued to follow the traces she left behind.

The Shadow Sun was the partner and deputy she had chosen for the true Sun, even though the other party's excellence exceeded her expectations, it was still within her imagination.

After all, the biggest reason for choosing Shadow Sun was to have someone to replace her when she was not around.

However, as mentioned earlier, neither she nor the emerald goddess expected that it would be the king who left.

That's why one of them is increasingly afraid of starting over, while the other is increasingly eager to hold on.

The same is true of distant Baratheon, where the goddess of domination becomes increasingly powerless the further outward she goes.

Therefore, she only knew, but not more.

Moreover, her focus has been elsewhere, and in recent days, she has vaguely discovered something.

That was the question her teacher had once asked her, and it actually led her to a clue.

That was the white calamity that swept the world, which she had only heard about from her teacher.

The witch, still dressed in that mourning-like gown, was almost identical to Quintus and the others, trying her best to prove that Augustus was still alive.

But the latter only sighed with more regret.

This filled the goddess with immense shame and indignation, yet she could only continue to emphasize this fact. Then she fell into a cycle that became increasingly unbearable for her.

Only the moon, the cold moon that has always shone on the earth along with the original moon, noticed something amiss.

That is, she sensed a hint of hostility.

From the Holy Lance.

It wasn't the profound malice she had experienced in various eras, but a kind of hostility between women that she had rarely seen before.

In particular, she saw the girl before the Holy Lance severed everything.

The other party remained asleep in the embrace of the Holy Lance.

Moreover, it seems that the girl whom her king is very fond of has been serving as the vessel for the Holy Lance's arrival in the New World.

In theory, based on Rose Lorian's understanding, they suspected that the returning Supremes had a special connection in the foreign land, and might even know each other.

And they have been working together on something.

But now, she feels that something might not be right.

The hostility of the Holy Lance struck her as very strange.

She didn't think it was an illusion; she was a woman too.

Although she rarely felt this gaze, there was no doubt that Holy Lance was hostile towards her, hostile as a woman.

But this is very strange.

The Holy Lance is the goddess of weapons, and because of the existence of Lionheart, she truly learned to love.

However, she was always a weapon; what she learned was not to love a person, but to love the king.

Aside from this love, in every other aspect, she remained a cold, unfeeling weapon, devoid of her own joys and sorrows, and without her own will.

So why does she see me that way?

As a strange emotion spread, the goddess Selene gently bit her fingertip.

She felt a little thirsty, but her king was not by her side.

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The thoughts and troubles of the supreme beings have no bearing on ordinary people.

Having witnessed an incredibly miraculous scene, the people of Storm Parish erupted in earth-shattering cheers after a brief moment of stunned silence.

The soldiers and clergy knelt on the ground with their heads drooping, as if they were dead.

They revelled on this land for countless years.

And now, their era has finally passed.

The time travelers also stepped out of their hiding places.

Then they all looked at their companions, and after a brief exchange of glances, they slapped each other across the face.

It hurts a lot, really?!

So they actually saw the king and the gods with their own eyes?

Are you kidding me?

Among the revelers in front of the last sanctuary.

The mayor and the tavern owner stared at each other in disbelief.

Just now, the two of them, in their airship that was scattering handbooks, resolutely crashed into it, and then managed to jump off at the last moment.

However, upon seeing the approaching army, they were all prepared to commit suicide and return home as soon as possible.

结果

"Hit me."

"what?"

"Slap me!"

Upon hearing the mayor's request, the tavern owner paused for a moment before slapping him across the face.

I watched as the mayor, who had let out a beautiful and pleasant cry, collapsed to the ground.

After a moment of stunned silence, the tavern owner punched his own uncooperative heart.

He's clearly a man!

It was one thing to not know before, but now that I do know, how can you still act like this?

My heart is racing?!

"what happened to you?"

The tavern owner, who nearly punched himself back to his hometown in the People's Liberation Army and then secretly cried in bed, barely managed to raise his hand and say:

"No, boss, it's nothing. I just wanted to see if it was true."

Completely oblivious to what the tavern owner was thinking, the mayor stood up, rubbing his face.

"So, so it's true? It was a vessel for a noble king and a noble goddess?"

The tavern owner added:

"It is the vessel in which the goddess resides."

The mayor still said in disbelief:

"We actually met the most distinguished person in the world just like that? Do you think we've committed any blasphemy against the king?"

They were considered to have some strength in the New World.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to distribute so many notes so quickly.

But even so, before meeting Moen, they had only managed to meet a demigod hidden behind the scenes after overcoming numerous obstacles.

That's how it is, and even the mayor, as the leader, is deeply proud of it.

After all, he was a truly great person, a great being who transcended the concept of being human.

Then, to their astonishment, they turned around and saw two supreme beings who could treat demigods like insects, and even chat and laugh with these two esteemed beings.

Just thinking about it feels like a dream.

The burning flames brought a flowing breeze, which carried the mayor's fragrance into the tavern owner's nostrils.

This made him feel dazed.

Is this natural body odor or perfume?

No? Why am I thinking about this again?

Oh no, I don't want a man on top of a man!

Another punch landed, and the tavern owner, feeling a sweet taste in his throat, finally realized he had something incredible under control.

Then, he grinned, his mouth full of blood, and said:

"I don't think so, boss."

But the mayor just stared straight at him.

This made the tavern owner's heart pound with unease, and the restless desire he had just suppressed rekindled.

Perhaps, maybe, or probably nothing at all.

After all, it's not like we can't just live here.

Why not just commit suicide at the People's Federation?

And the eldest sister must have endured a lot that she dared not bear. Should I help her share the burden?

Just before one of the switches completely malfunctioned, the mayor finally spoke:

"wrong."

"Wrong? What's wrong? Let me make this clear, boss, I don't have any strange thoughts about you."

These superfluous words were the only way out; the tavern owner, sensing something was amiss, looked away.

The mayor couldn't help but rub his forehead.

"I'm a man, don't think such stupid things!"

"Ah, ah"

The tavern owner awkwardly turned his head away.

In order to ease the awkwardness, he asked:

"So what's wrong, boss? If it's these two supreme beings, what could be wrong?"

The mayor shook his head and said:

"Not these two supreme beings, but the round table."

"A round table?"

Realizing it was really important, the tavern owner quickly got up.

The two followed the mayor's gaze and looked toward the burning sanctuary:

"Even the Lionheart King has returned, so why hasn't the Round Table, which has been supporting the last shred of dignity for the Church of Storms, made any move?"

Chapter 305 The Round Table Forgotten by All

The tavern owner's brow twitched at those words.

"Could it be that we just don't know?"

The mayor shook his head and said:

"Other places are one thing, but this is the Dunkirk Cathedral!"