In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

King Arthur's words conveyed a sense of ease.

After months of underwater exploration, he discovered many mysterious treasures as he entered the ancient ruins of a lost civilization.

The remnants of an ancient civilization allowed his strength to grow rapidly. He has now reached the level of a Black Bishop, the highest level in the human realm.

"I will continue to grow in the time to come. The next Atlantis operation is in a month."

King Arthur said confidently.

Sebastian frowned slightly. "So eager?"

King Arthur said, "Now is the best time! If we miss it, the next opportunity may be a long time from now."

For some reason, entering Atlantis this time went surprisingly smoothly.

According to their original predictions, they would definitely encounter a very powerful sea race after the third layer of Atlantis ruins.

But this time, they only encountered a sea monster of bishop rank.

King Arthur vaguely sensed that something might have happened to them, causing their defenses to weaken.

Therefore, he must seize the opportunity to continue making himself stronger.

Until you conquer the entire ruins of Atlantis!

Sebastian took a deep breath, straightened his back, and slowly said, "However, now, another major problem is before us."

King Arthur looked at him curiously: "What's the problem?"

Britannia today is one of the most powerful nations in the world. Although its overall strength is somewhat inferior to that of the two superpowers, Colombia and Huaxu, it is a long-established power with a strong industrial base, and the Knights of the Round Table are among the most powerful supernatural forces in the world.

No one really dares to invade them.

In terms of strength, Asgard across the coast is inferior to them.

Of course, Asgard in the Europa League faces much greater pressure than they do.

After all, they were surrounded by the Byzantine Papacy, with the Pantheon of Fremont to the north and the Kuton Empire under Saladin's command to the east.

Instead of answering the question directly, Sebastian took a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

King Arthur took it, and Sebastian even helped him unfold it.

"Look at this."

The paper appeared to be black and white, but it was actually in color; it was just that the images in the paper were in shades of gray and black.

King Arthur looked over and saw an enlarged image of the moon's surface.

It can be clearly seen that a huge crack has appeared on one corner of the moon, as if a piece of it is about to fall down.

King Arthur frowned: "Where is this?"

"Moon."

Sebastian pointed towards the sky.

"Right above our heads."

King Arthur's brow furrowed even deeper.

"Are you telling me that this crack is also real?"

Sebastian shrugged.

"In fact, since the end of the world, people have focused more on studying the land beneath their feet and rarely pay attention to the sky."

"We wouldn't have noticed this if someone hadn't reminded us."

King Arthur asked, "Who warned you?"

“Mr. Blatt. They told me directly since you weren’t here.”

"According to them, if such a large piece of moonstone were to break off, it would likely fly directly to our planet due to gravity."

"Such a large fragment is enough to repeat the catastrophe that happened tens of millions of years ago. The consequences would be far more terrifying than the arrival of the Ice Age!"

King Arthur stared at the photograph in his hand and fell silent.

The Knights of the Round Table below overheard their conversation and looked worried.

"The moon actually shattered? How did that even happen?"

"Even if you bombard it with the Grim Reaper of Love, it's impossible to do that, right?"

"Could it be that some incredibly powerful ancient civilization exists on the moon?"

……

The knights murmured amongst themselves. Merlin walked over to the two of them and glanced at the picture in King Arthur's hand.

With just one glance, he said, "This crack seems to have originated from within. External forces couldn't have caused this kind of damage."

King Arthur said, "You mean to say that there might be an ancient civilization inside the moon? But why would they destroy the moon?"

Merlin lowered his eyes, parted his lips slightly, took two deep breaths, and then slowly spoke:

"Is it possible that something sealed inside the moon is about to break free?"

This one sentence was enough to make King Arthur lose his composure.

His arm has been restored. Although it still looks a bit patched out in color for now, it doesn't affect its use.

He clenched his fist and said in a deep voice, "You mean to say that there is a Drucker giant on the moon?"

As the truth of history is slowly revealed, many powerful forces in the world have heard the story of the seven ancient giants of the Druk race.

It was a being that would devour anything in order to survive.

They can even eat soil and drink magma, and remain immortal even when sealed in the endless darkness of the seabed.

Even the Creator, using the powers permitted by the rules, could not completely eradicate this race.

Over billions of years, the seven most powerful demon gods who survived from this race became the nightmare of all races in the entire material world!

Once they are revived, any race will be destroyed because of them.

The only race that truly defeated them was the ancient, god-like civilization of the Ihen race.

However, they could only seal and suppress the Druk people, but could not kill them completely.

As for the various races that followed, none of them succeeded in eliminating the Druks; instead, they slowly marched towards extinction.

Some believe that the so-called mass extinction was actually the Creator intervening to stop the Druckers.

Other races, however, suffered undeserved misfortune.

"I heard that the Vatican organized a sealing operation before and successfully sealed Mammon, one of the Seven Deadly Sins."

"So, the Seven Deadly Sins haven't been completely sealed yet, and we still have a chance to seal them away, right?"

King Arthur asked the two men.

Sebastian said, "Who knows? History has been cut off, and everything can only be guessed from fragments of mythology."

"But we hardly have any other choice. Because the cost of failure is something neither of us can afford."

Britannia had not prepared underground shelters in advance. Shallow shelters built a few thousand meters below the surface were meaningless in the face of an impact of this magnitude.