Huh? Are they all real?...

A golden light shone down from the distant horizon.

The dragons that were flying in the sky and burning the city were all startled by this light and scattered and fled.

Even now, with the three-headed blasphemous dragon still devouring everything in its path.

The only supreme being who remembered all that had been forgotten finally arrived.

Chapter 318 I am the Lionheart, and I have arrived! (4k3)

The city is burning, the forests are red, and the earth is blackened.

The cries of agony echoed almost throughout the entire world.

The burning of the dragons will not stop for the slightest.

Their sole purpose is to burn everything to ashes.

The dragons all knew what they were doing.

They are proud of it.

The miracles that the ancient dragons of the Age of Gods could not accomplish will be completed by them!

What an honor!

Therefore, in the face of such glory, the life and death of these mortals are of no concern; all of this is for the sake of the sublime glory!

The dragons' ideas were undoubtedly wrong, but people were powerless to resist them.

As the girl who guarded the holy sword said, this is a world without divine protection.

The prayers of mortals cannot reach the ears of the gods and kings, so without a supreme being standing behind them, they are destined to be unable to resist the creator of this world.

Because such a being would not exist here.

Therefore, the dragons burned everything with increasing ferocity.

Although people tried their best to resist, the arrows they shot could not penetrate the dragon's scales at all, and the magic they unleashed was as laughable and powerless as fireworks.

In fact, the more they resist, the more they will be ridiculed by the dragons.

This is no longer about willpower; this is a formidable enemy that mortals, after being selected, absolutely cannot defeat. It is a complete and one-sided crushing defeat.

All people could do was flee as far as they could and continue their powerless prayers.

Looking down at the increasingly panicked crowd.

The dragons even slowed down their pace.

Because they found themselves actually enjoying it all.

A cursed simulation.

Even if not many people dare to say it so openly, that is the label that has always been attached to them.

Nobody likes this, not even dragons.

Therefore, when they can vent their anger at will, all this brutality seems exceptionally beautiful.

A red dragon seemed to have discovered something interesting.

It folded its wings and landed on the half-destroyed tower that was still burning fiercely.

The blackened bricks collapsed and crumbled as it fell, and the flames beneath their feet seemed to intensify.

All of this will push more people into the abyss and into despair.

The dragon that caused all of this simply looked with interest at what was in front of it.

It was a woman whose legs were trapped under the rubble, and a little one who seemed to be her daughter.

The young mother was unable to free her legs, which were trapped under the rubble, and her young child was even more unwilling to leave her mother.

Seeing the approaching dragon, the poor mother could only desperately push her child away, urging her to hurry up.

She hoped this would allow her daughter to survive, though she didn't know if such a young child would truly have any hope if she left her.

But in any case, it's better than having them by my side.

But the more she did this, the less willing the little girl was to leave.

She just stood next to her mother, clutching her doll, and wailed loudly.

She had already witnessed her father being buried under the rubble, and she didn't want to leave her only remaining mother as well.

The dragon did nothing; it just wanted to see if the human girl would eventually abandon her mother and run away.

However, what surprised the dragon was...

Instead of running away, the little girl walked towards it.

This made the dragon even more interested in watching.

The little girl who walked towards the dragon tremblingly raised the doll in her hand.

It was a lion doll, which she seemed to have taken good care of, as it was obviously quite old. However, even under these circumstances, it only had some blackening from trying to rescue its mother.

"I'll give you this, so please let my mother go, okay?"

The dragon stretched out its head with increasing curiosity, its ferocious face almost touching the little girl.

This frightened the little girl greatly.

But she didn't back down; she just trembled as she stretched out her doll again.

"Why do you think this little human girl will make me spare your mother?"

A scorching breath spewed from the dragon's mouth along with the characters, almost knocking the little girl over.

But the little girl stood firm like a stubborn poplar tree.

"The adults say that dragons love treasures the most, and this is my favorite treasure!"

"My dad and uncle worked for two months in the factory to buy it. I don't have a dad anymore, so please, Mr. Dragon, I'll give it to you, and in return, you can give me my mother, okay?"

The little girl's pleading could probably soften even the stingiest nobleman's heart.

But after a brief moment of astonishment, the enormous red dragon raised its head and burst into laughter.

It laughed at its kin in the sky:

"My God, this human cub actually wants to use a tattered doll to make me agree to let her mother go? Hahaha, do we look so cheap to humans now?"

The sound brought tears to the little girl's eyes. This was clearly her most precious treasure, a precious item that her father had almost exhausted himself to buy for her!

But she dared not argue, because her mother was still behind her.

The dragons also laughed mockingly.

She's such an innocent girl that they find her laughable.

Moments later, the last section of the tower also collapsed completely as the dragon advanced.

Countless specks of dust nearly engulfed the little girl and her mother behind her.

The dragon's figure appeared amidst the dust, obscuring the sky and the sun.

"Foolish little fellow, you and your doll do bring me joy, but that's all. The rubbish in your hand is nothing but trash!"

The crimson flames were clearly visible through the smoke and dust.

The dragon's voice also foretold the little girl's fate.

The little girl was so frightened that she fell to the ground, and then her mother scooped her up in her arms.

This was undoubtedly useless, but what else could she do as a mother?

Moments later, scorching dragon breath erupted.

At the same time, a huge beam of light followed and fell.

That is true hope!

Faced with this true radiance, the dragons retreated in terror, for they sensed the immense power represented by that light.

The red dragon's breath was completely blocked by this pillar of light.

"Surprised" was no longer an accurate description of the red dragon's expression; it was filled with terror.

Because it faces the beam of light directly, it knows better who is coming.

The beam of light serves as a dividing line; before the beam lies crystallized, scorched earth, while behind it are the unharmed little girl and her mother.

A majestic king wielding a holy lance stood in their way.

The king ignored the powerful dragon that could easily destroy a town; he simply turned away.

He squatted down in front of the little girl and her mother, who were clearly stunned.

He patted the little girl's head.

The king, wielding the holy lance, laughed:

"Young lady, your doll is definitely not some junk. It is not only your father's love for you, but also a treasure recognized by the capital. So, esteemed young lady, would you be willing to give me your treasure?"

The little girl instinctively hugged her doll tighter, then tentatively asked:

"Then I'll give it to you, and can you let my mother continue to stay with me?"

The king smiled softly:

"Of course, and then everyone will know how much your father loves you, because the gift he gave you is a treasure that I acknowledge!"

Under the king's gentle voice, the little girl handed her lion doll to the king without hesitation.

Moen, who had accepted the doll, carefully hung it on his waist.

After doing all of this.

The king, wielding the holy lance, stood up and looked at the dragons, who seemed frozen in time.

He raised the holy lance and shouted in a cold voice:

"I am Richard the Lionheart, Richard Aquitaine! I declare to you and to this world that this is no longer a world without a god, for I have come!"

The proud lion, wielding the holy lance, proclaimed the king's will to this godless world.

The dragons began to move again, and they slowly retreated.

And the king's voice continues:

"Therefore, your atrocities have ended, and I will judge your crimes one by one."

"And that is my ruling."

The King laid the Holy Lance flat, aiming it at the red dragon before him.

Fear completely overwhelmed the dragon's so-called pride.

Just like when Moen first learned from the evil dragon that dragons weren't expressionless.

It was also the first time it learned from a true supreme being that it was terribly afraid of death!

The body has already responded before the action.

The enormous red dragon flew backward in terror.

Even a dragon wouldn't dare to challenge a supreme being.

It only dared to run away.

The same is true of its relatives.

The evil dragons that had just been wreaking havoc on the human world were now fleeing in panic like stray dogs.

The only reason for all this is that Richard the Lionheart has arrived!

Indeed, no hero was able to lift the holy sword.

But in its place came the king, wielding the holy lance.

The dragons are incredibly fast; almost no one can catch them.

But they could still hear the king's voice.

"You all have to die!"