Huh? Are they all real?...

They didn't even understand what was happening.

Until a deity wielding a broken sword appeared before them.

They were the ones who belatedly realized that it was the person in front of them who had killed the monster.

"It seems I'm not too late, everyone."

The god turned around and said this to the people.

The superhumans, who were prepared to sacrifice themselves, erupted in cheers after a brief moment of stunned silence.

Even if they accepted the fact that they were merely echoes, even if they had made the resolve to make sacrifices.

But if they could continue to stay in this world, they would still be extremely happy.

After all, the feeling here is so real.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the deity also looked at the two foreign friends standing at the very front of the ceremony.

Looking at the dwarf and elf holding hands before him, even such a deity exclaimed in surprise:

"A friendship between elves and dwarves? That's truly rare. You two should cherish this friendship!"

After saying this, the deity patted the two on the shoulders and walked toward the ruins behind them.

There, two young girls were already waiting for him.

Behind the deity, the two people who were still holding hands looked at each other.

After a moment, the elf, feeling immense pressure, said:

"Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to lighten the mood?"

The dwarf abruptly shook off his hand and said:

"Get out of my way, you disgusting long-eared thing! You're not my friend, you have no right to be a dwarf's friend!"

The elf tried to salvage the situation:

"But didn't you yourself say you're a dwarf with a bad temper?"

The dwarf, however, became even more furious and said:

"Just because I say it doesn't mean you can say it. Don't you elves know what respect is?"

"Get out of here, we're not friends anymore."

The dwarf shoved the elf aside and left amidst the laughter of the crowd.

The elf was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

-

When the god holding the broken sword walked into the ruins.

The two sisters, who look almost identical, are now leaning against each other.

They faced each other, forehead to forehead, palm to palm.

They seemed to be having a deep, soul-searching conversation.

The three sisters, separated after being given that mission by the youngest daughter, have finally been reunited.

Although it was just a meeting between the second and youngest daughters.

But they all knew that their eldest daughter would be back soon.

When Moen walked up to them, the two women separated their foreheads and looked at him.

This left Moen somewhat bewildered, and he said:

"Hello, long time no see?"

In response, the youngest daughter quickly hid behind her older sister, only peeking out with her head and looking at Moen with utter resentment.

Clearly, she already knew how wicked the god before her was.

He's clearly not dead; he's been active outside all along.

But he left the three sisters to the side, alone, guarding the only thing he had left behind.

Even though he had experienced that gaze before, Moen still felt overwhelmed by it.

He could only hurriedly lower his head and pick up the holy sword, intending to pretend that he was doing something serious.

But it was he who drew the holy sword, and the holy sword flew into the youngest daughter's hand.

When Moen looked over in confusion, the youngest daughter, clutching the holy sword, had once again completely hidden behind her older sister.

All that was left for Moen was a barely audible expression of protest:

"Sourness!"

Chapter 324 The Dark Moon's Intervention in the War of Gods (4k)

Faced with such a girl, Moen didn't know what to do.

She could only look at her older sister, the second daughter of the three sisters.

The second daughter, who noticed Moen's plea for help, initially had no intention of acknowledging it.

But when she caught a glimpse of disappointment on Moen's face, she couldn't help but soften.

Just as she said while nestled in Moen's arms.

She was starting to hate herself more and more for being so useless.

After sighing, the second daughter turned around and patted the youngest daughter's head, saying:

"Sweetie, give it to him first. We still need to go to your sister's place. Besides, we need to finish our important business first."

Under the persuasion of the second daughter, the youngest daughter, who had been hiding behind her, finally stepped forward, holding the holy sword.

He walked slowly and carefully to Moen's side.

Then he handed over the holy sword.

No, don't blame me.

Everything had been fine until now; Moen had even breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that things had finally calmed down.

But then, the youngest daughter's startled, animal-like voice instantly broke Moen's guard.

He was clearly in the wrong, yet in the end she was begging not to be blamed, for such a trivial matter.

Origin, what have I done?

So what should we do at this time?

Moen wasn't entirely sure, but he knew what he wanted to do.

Moen put down the holy sword in his hand, stepped forward, and gently hugged his youngest daughter, who was somewhat frightened and timid.

In this strange yet familiar embrace, the youngest daughter gradually calmed down and hugged Moen back.

And in the youngest daughter's hands, behind Moen's back.

The second holy sword also crumbled and shattered, leaving only a section of the blade held in the youngest daughter's hand.

With a gentle flick downwards, the hilt of the Holy Sword, which Moen had placed on the ground, flew into the youngest daughter's hand, where it was reforged with the blade.

At this point, the Holy Sword and the three sisters are only one step away from being completed.

-

Moen left the goddess of storms and went to the swallowed nameless world to fight the dragons.

The goddess herself quietly watched Moen leave, then stood there waiting for his return.

She wasn't worried about Moen's safety, because the Holy Lance was in his hands.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with waiting like this.

Because when a weapon is not in use, isn't it always placed aside, waiting for its owner to pick it up again?

Therefore, for the Storm Goddess, this is her 'weapon rack'.

Everything was fine, whether it was the evil dragon lying there like a dead dog or the increasingly prominent dark moon in the sky.

After a long while, feeling that he had caught his breath, the evil dragon suddenly asked the goddess uneasily:

"Your Majesty, something seems amiss in the heavens."

It is daytime, the time of the sun, but the dark moon floats in the sky and seems to be getting closer and closer to the human world.

Even though he knew it wasn't the real moon, the evil dragon, who had some understanding of the occult world, still felt more uneasy than if the real moon had gotten closer.

After all, God doesn't operate on physics.

But clearly, the goddess paid no heed to the evil dragon.

She just stood there.

Seeing this, the evil dragon could only shut up and silently dig in the soil to bury its head.

If you can't see it, it doesn't exist.

And so, the dragon turned into an ostrich.

But just as the evil dragon buried its head in the ground, its genius-like brain sparked another ingenious idea, and it hurriedly poked its head out of the ground and said:

"And also, Your Majesty, I, I, after all, this magic circle was inscribed with my blood, so, ah, I don't mean to ask for any reward or anything. Serving the gods and kings is what every citizen of the New World should do."

"I... I just meant, if anything happens, could you please look after me a little? After all, what if you need the blood of a living dragon from a foreign land in the future? You agree, don't you?"

These words instantly drew the goddess's attention to it.

It was so frightened that it hurriedly said:

"Ah, ah, ah, I am absolutely not trying to blackmail you or anything, please make sure you understand this clearly, my respect for the great Lionheart is as boundless as the rivers of the world!"

"I just have this concern from the bottom of my heart, well, of course I have a little bit of it, I swear it's just a tiny bit, but I hope you can also take care of my life, after all, there really is such a possibility, isn't there?"

Looking at the pitiful-looking evil dragon, the goddess thought for a moment and then realized it was indeed possible, saying:

"I see."

The evil dragon felt slightly relieved, but still wanted to ask more questions. However, after glancing at the goddess's emotionless eyes, he wisely shut his mouth and continued to bury himself in the ground.

In this situation, it dares not leave.

At least the goddess will actually take care of it.

It's just that it might never have imagined that leaving would be a good thing.

Because it had just buried its head back into the soil, a sound was heard again through the soil:

"Although I already know who you are, it's still too embarrassing for a stranger."

Then came the loud crash of something enormous hitting the ground.

It remembers that sound.

He is the only true god among the dragons, and the last ancient dragon.

The only ancient dragon that did not pursue godhood, yet survived and ascended to godhood.

How He ascended to Godhood remains a mystery to this day, because even He Himself did not know why.

Historians throughout history have only been able to speculate, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that it was the last ancient dragon.

It could be a primordial blessing, or it could be something the other ancient dragons did before they died.

There are all sorts of claims, but none of them have any empirical evidence.

Perhaps only the eldest sons from that time know the reason behind it all, but the eldest sons have all left and returned to their original home.

Therefore, this has become a mystery that will probably never be solved.

Realizing who it was, the evil dragon, torn between conflicting emotions, chose to remain hidden in the ground and play dead.

As a dragon, it should be the most unsuccessful one in history.

But in terms of surviving, it is perhaps the most successful among dragon species.

Although it was just a stranger in the guise of a dragon.