Huh? Are they all real?...

It was extremely abrupt.

The little girl cautiously peeked her head out from Lilith's embrace.

That scene just now terrified her.

But everything before her eyes was something she couldn't understand.

So she could only ask Lilith:

"Big sister, what happened?"

Lilith ruffled the little girl's hair and said:

"In the distant age of gods, while the eldest sons were still fighting each other, the ancient dragons known as the second sons became jealous of the eldest sons' power. Then, among them, a three-headed dragon committed an exceptionally blasphemous act."

The little girl asked, seemingly understanding but not quite:

"Did they blaspheme against the gods?"

"Blasphemy? No, it can't be that simple. For perfect ancient dragons, blasphemy is nothing. They commit far more outrageous sins."

“They not only try to cross the boundaries originally set for them, but they also try to devour the iron law of the god-king.”

This time, even a little girl was astonished and stared wide-eyed.

“My mother and father told me from a young age that God and the King are the core of this world, supreme beings that everyone needs to worship. Don’t they know that?”

Lilith said with a sarcastic tone laced with endless sarcasm:

"They certainly know, perhaps even better than anyone else, what this iron law means, so they have set their sights on it, intending to create an era that belongs only to dragons by devouring it."

"What exactly happened back then, I think only the youngest son who led the campaign knows the whole story. However, judging from some rumors, these crazed lizards seem to want to embed their own laws as the new core."

Attempting to abolish the ironclad laws of the God-King is a grave sin committed by the dragons.

This can be described as shaking the foundation of the world and provoking the entire divine realm.

Throughout history, there has never been another existence more exaggerated than them.

This is why the ancient dragons were almost all extinct, and the concept of dragons could only be continued through the charity of the last of their descendants and through curses.

As if recalling something, Lilith continued, squinting her eyes:

“I still remember the three dragons who orchestrated all of this: Fafnir, Asadron, and Lindworm.”

"That's their name, and I remember their final fate."

"The invisible Fafnir was given flesh and blood by the last son, and then it was destroyed outside Tombstone Valley. Its death nourished the later Faraway Forest."

"The incorruptible Asadron was poured with countless bowls of golden broth until it burst its belly and was sculpted into a golden statue."

"The greedy Linde worm was tied to the tree of death. The bounty of the harvest made an exception and caused the withered tree of death to bloom with a miracle of life. But that was only for the Linde worm to see. It could smell the fragrance of golden apples when it looked up and see the divine brew of the god of wine when it looked down."

When the Linde bug was mentioned, Lilith became noticeably more talkative, especially at the end, when she covered her mouth and sneered:

"Even though it looks up and sees the golden apple that all the eldest sons love so much, its tongue, which can reach and devour everything, can never touch the bounty of the harvest. For as soon as it opens its mouth, the wind of death will blow away the abundance, leaving only withering."

"It is clearly the divine wine of the god of wine that can make mortals fall into eternal damnation with just a drop when it bows its head, and the wine has long been soaked in its skin. But as soon as it bends down, the wine will drop and remain forever just a little short of it!"

"All of this will torment it endlessly, over and over again."

"I even remember its initial disdain for the punishment and its final desperate plea for death!"

"Hahahaha, my God, little guy, if you've ever seen the face of that filthy worm, you'll never forget it."

Her laughter grew louder and louder, which frightened the little girl more and more.

But as she finished laughing, the sarcasm on Lilith's face vanished completely, replaced by a tenderness and compassion that the little girl knew all too well.

"Bound by the primordial order and forbidden from ever becoming gods, the dragons were destined never to have a king. Therefore, they could not understand what the ironclad law of the God-King meant for the firstborn sons."

"They still see it as a curse, as pure malice as the original bondage that bound them."

"They thought their actions would garner the full support of their eldest sons, but little did they know that they were essentially calling on their eldest sons to fight them to the death."

"The war of revelation was able to come to an abrupt halt at its peak, entirely because of their folly."

"The poor dragons also understood for the first time the difference between the eldest and second sons. The reason why they, who could not become gods, grew bigger and bigger was simply because the eldest sons, who were the true rulers, had no time to attend to other matters."

At this point, Lilith Eve, her eyes practically overflowing with pity, knelt down.

He picked up a handful of sand from outside the lush green grass.

“In the distant past, in order to continue their race, their five ancestors were willing to give everything. And for this they received the mercy of their youngest son.”

The sand slipped from my fingers, forming a small gust of wind.

"Back then, they almost wiped out the ancient dragons because they couldn't see the true nature of things, and the dragon race was nearly wiped out. Now, their successors seem to be making the same mistake."

"Although I can guess that their current actions are no longer driven by their own desires, wrong approaches will ultimately not yield the right results."

"The crimes they committed cannot be absolved by force."

"Such behavior will only bring destruction, why can't you see that?"

The sand in her hand fell to the ground, but she could not see the answer.

Therefore, she could only sigh softly and temporarily forget about it all.

As she gets closer to the finish line, she does indeed gain more strength, but she also becomes more cautious.

Because she increasingly felt that there seemed to be dangers and hidden risks all around her.

She could clearly sense that this continent contained more than just the Holy Lance and the Holy Sword.

There are far more deadly threats lurking on this continent than these two sacred artifacts.

However, she couldn't quite explain what it was. It was like a tattered net, full of holes, but if you weren't careful, you would fall into it and die.

After standing up dejectedly, Lilith gently patted the little girl's head and smiled warmly:

"Little one, please remember, you can only walk with me for one more step. I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to hurt anyone."

"But if one day you suddenly feel that I am not myself anymore, then you must stay far away from me. No matter how much you resemble me, you must do so, okay?"

Looking at the gentle Lilith before her, the little girl asked, puzzled:

"But how can I know it's not you?"

“If I say I am Eve, then that is me; but if I say I am Lilith, then that is not me.”

"Lilith will lie, Eve will lie with good intentions, but this is the only thing we will never lie about, this is the only thing we will never lie about, this is our name."

"Lilith is Lilith, and Eve is Eve."

Chapter 312 The Evil Dragon is Also a Transmigrator

The Gobi Desert, sweeping across the northern part of the New World, was naturally taken in by the goddess.

When he heard the goddess say it to him.

Moen, who was busy rebuilding the church, couldn't help but put down his quill and say:

"You mean it's not a gradual change like we did before, but a direct northward engulfment and covering of the Gobi Desert?"

The goddess nodded and said:

"Yes, the Gobi Desert is advancing like a tsunami. But what does this mean?"

"This means that they devoured everything they could almost without restraint, leaving no trace of the eras and things they had devoured."

"Otherwise, under normal circumstances, it would have turned into a pristine forest like the grassland we encountered before, instead of the Gobi Desert that is completely different from the New World."

"You should know that the entire New World is blessed by the remains of ancient dragons!"

To atone for their sins and to ensure the continuation of their race, five ancient dragons once offered up everything they had, thus creating the new continent we know today.

"Is there really nothing we can do but wait?"

Moen nodded and said:

"Yes, but at this speed, we should be able to act soon. And you don't need to worry. Although their strength is exaggerated, precisely because of this, once we deal with them, everything will naturally return to normal."

"After all, this is the correct history, and it is very difficult to distort it."

I don't know how things are elsewhere, but here, it's really hard to distort history and the past.

Because he had tried it.

Moreover, the current situation seems very similar to that part of the alternate history that was cut out.

Moen doesn't remember much more about that history, but if he were to make a history or concept disappear completely, the first thing that comes to mind is what the three-headed dragon once did.

Thinking of this, Moen frowned and said:

"Denise, let me ask you, what impressions do you have of the White Calamity?"

"A white calamity?"

"Yes, a white calamity sweeping the world."

"I'm sorry, I have absolutely no recollection of it."

Is the Holy Lance, one of the four sacred relics, also like this?

"what is that?"

Seemingly noticing Moen's concern, the goddess asked this question again.

Moen shook his head and said:

"I don't know how to describe it, I just felt it was something that should be very important to me. But since you don't remember it either, let's just forget about it and start dealing with these three crazy dragons."

-

The evil dragon Drakarian is hailed as the strongest dragon species since the Age of Gods.

Its fame is known to all.

Like most other dragon species, the evil dragon Drakarian also lived in the New World.

However, the exact location of the nest remains a mystery.

Of course, that remains a mystery to the vast majority of ordinary people.

For beings of the god level, finding a dragon species of the evil dragon level is not difficult.

Just like now.

Moen, who was being held tightly by the goddess of storms, easily arrived at the lair of the evil dragon.

An ordinary little hill.

Beside the mountain is a rather narrow cliff.

The entrance to the evil dragon's lair is located below this cliff.

Looking at the dark opening before him, Moen left the goddess's embrace.

Then he took out a gem from his pocket.

A moment later, the brilliance of the gem illuminated everything before Moen's eyes.

Before Moen could even move forward, a tremendous noise came from the cave.

Then came the booming sound of heavy breathing that pounded against one's eardrums.

Amidst the raging winds that could almost knock a person over, a pair of scarlet vertical pupils emerged from the darkness.

Even the bravest and most skilled knights would tremble at the sight of this.

At the same time, that terrifying sound also rang out:

"Mortal, do you know whose peace you've disturbed? If you don't want to die, get out of here right now!"

Before Moen could answer, the goddess, who was not happy that she was missing a king in her arms, stood directly behind Moen.

Then he said in a cold voice:

"Do you know who you're talking to? A bug!"

The moment the goddess of storms, wielding her holy lance, stepped out of darkness into the light and appeared behind the king.

The crimson vertical pupils in the deep darkness visibly revealed unbelievable terror.

Clearly, it never expected to encounter such an outrageous entity in this godforsaken place.