Huh? Are they all real?.

As an angel, he could never defeat a true god, even if that god had gone mad.

Indeed, this was the case; even a powerful being like the Piercer was treated like a toy by the Blood Moon.

Everyone watching felt that it didn't even qualify as an unequal battle.

It was a one-sided massacre.

But it was precisely at this moment when everyone thought it was over that people saw a new moon!

The elegant, icy moon rose from the sky just as it has now.

The piercer's saint will always arrive when he needs her most.

So at this moment, the Moon King's goddess is the same!

The difference is that at the end of the Second Era, I believed that she would definitely be able to ascend to godhood and thus come to me.

Now, he believes that she will definitely discover everything and come back to his side.

Without a word, their mere proximity was enough for them to understand each other's thoughts.

The sword-shaped spear, which the goddess had carefully kept, was then given to its true owner.

When the elegant Moon King wielded the weapon that truly deserved to be called a weapon.

The towering king opposite him also solemnly drew his twin swords once more.

The opponent is far stronger than me, not in terms of strength, but in terms of control over the battle.

Even though they had only fought once, the towering king knew that his opponent was worthy of the title of hero who ended two eras.

It was far superior to the sword of a mortal like myself.

The king from the desolate lands is hailed by many heroes as the pinnacle of power. Yet he knows that such pinnacle is limited to mortals.

But he must fight, he must win, or he cannot protect his love.

"My king, my love. No need to worry, no need to fret, I am here!"

The pure white goddess embraced her king even tighter, for the path of pure white, representing allure, is not a suitable route for direct combat.

His true power lies in His theoretically limitless allure—an eternal control from which even gods cannot escape.

She was well aware of this and had made many efforts for it, including Emperor Lloydman, who was just one step away from becoming a god, the returning Stalker Sals, and the mad blood moon that had been sealed away until now.

All three were her preparations. Once the first Outer God submitted to the Pure White God, her advantages and ambitions could begin to expand without limit.

However, Leuman the Great, who should have won without any pressure, encountered Trajan, who might only be one in an era.

Since his return, Sals has still not found the unique item that Sauron hid.

The mad blood moon only needed one last seal to return, but it was blocked at the last moment by the powerful moon king.

Perhaps the only lucky thing is that the Sword and Shield King, who has worked hard all his life, has no intention of leaving the gentle embrace of love.

The Dark Lord, who had forged nineteen powerful rings, had long since met his end amidst the clamor of the allied forces.

The powerful Moon King and his goddess were now dragged before her.

Because neither he nor his methods are his specialty in combat.

So the pure white goddess still tried to negotiate:

"I am the only person in countless ages to have successfully walked the path of pure white. I can honestly tell you both that as long as you make way for me."

"The Seven Hills will be safe and sound, and the vampires will still be in your hands. As for the returning Blood Moon, I will teach Him what gentleness and love are. He will not be your enemy."

"He will only be a companion with me in building a better world!"

In response to Aurora's statement, Moen, wielding a sword-shaped spear, coldly said:

"I cannot trust someone who only loves themselves. If you do not want war, then please leave. In this way, we can still achieve peace and tranquility!"

The allure of pure white is theoretically limitless, so if the main deity of the Path of Pure White wasn't Aurora, a woman who only loves herself, Moen might have truly given way.

A person who can win over an entire era with gentleness alone is theoretically trustworthy.

Unfortunately, Aurora could not be trusted at all; she was merely a performer who followed her own desires.

Moreover, he often sabotages his own performance at will.

Forget about acting for a lifetime, even half a lifetime would be a joke.

"That's a pity, but I can't leave now. My people have shed too much blood for this day! I must fulfill their expectations!"

"They were just drowning in your beautiful dream full of lies, all because of your performance."

Moen bluntly exposed the other party's lie.

Aurora wasn't angry; she simply nestled against her king and said:

"Is there really no other way?"

“I’ve said it before, the only way is for you to leave.”

Aurora's white eyes shifted from Dark Moon to Moen as she spoke:

"We don't need to go to great lengths for something that can be a win-win situation."

Moen sighed and said:

"You won't back down, and I won't back down, but if you're just stalling for time, then you can give up."

Aurora shook her head and said:

"I don't understand you."

Moen calculated the time and said:

"Because Sals has already failed."

The moment those words were spoken, Aurora's pupils contracted slightly.

-

Deep underground in the Seven Hills Palace.

The nameless blood continues to slowly and steadily corrode the seal on the wellhead.

However, it was also at the moment when another drop of scarlet blood fell.

Sals emerged from the shadows.

Breaking into this seal without alerting anyone is indeed quite difficult.

It's just that Aurora was incredibly generous in giving him the sealed artifact he had requested.

Salz still looks at his body and hands with slight surprise.

The uniqueness was not in himself, but he still regained the power of being sequence zero.

Although time is short and is passing quickly.

But enough.

All I want is to break the seal and release the Blood Moon.

It's time to fulfill the prophecy I made that day.

Sals raised his hand towards the well opening in front of him and said:

"When the great bell tolls three times, the gods will return!"

The seal on the wellhead instantly began to twist and collapse, and after a few moments it completely disintegrated.

A tremendous suction force emanated from the wellhead once again, and the moment the suction force appeared, Sals frowned deeply.

Something's not right!

Upon closer inspection, Sals gasped in shock.

empty? !

The last seal clearly points to this place!

Are they coordinates?

Is there a problem with the coordinates?!

Sals subconsciously looked up, but immediately shook his head again.

No, it's not in Qiqiu anymore.

The ancient stone slab reappeared, and Salz's left hand followed suit:

Tell me the answer!

The voices that once appeared in the wrong history reverberated once more in the depths of this underground place.

And just as naturally, the stone slab shattered instantly.

Sals's eyebrows twitched.

This was a bit unexpected.

Although it is temporary, he is still a god, how could he fail?

Is it because it lacks uniqueness?

After a brief hesitation, Sals, realizing that time was running out, raised his hand again, and a new stone tablet appeared, both different and the same.

This time, Sals placed his hand on the stone slab again.

"Tell me the exact answer, in the name of the All-Seeing Eye!"

The eyes that peered into the future felt a tremendous suction force erupting from the stone slab in their hands at that very moment.

But before he could react further...

The inspiration struck him, and he subconsciously raised his hand.

With a bang, the stone slab shattered instantly.

He looked at his hand, which he had suddenly raised, with slight surprise.

He just sensed danger.

What terrifyingly high entity did the prophecy touch upon?

What to do? Continue or give up?

He wanted to give up, but time was running out; in a minute at most, he would turn from a god back into a mortal.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he made up his mind. This was for the best; time was running out anyway, and even if something went wrong, it would only mean the prophecy had failed.

But the true god made up his mind, and black and white became the main colors for him and for this place.

“I am Sals Posenas Kratosd. One who follows the firstborn, one who serves the past, one who pursues the future.”

Sals once again proclaimed his identity to the world.

The only difference is that He did not know that this had happened, and that a king from the wilderness had accompanied Him.

As He proclaimed His opening, a giant hand with an eye in the center of its palm appeared above His head for the first time.

The eyes that sprouted from that giant hand were tightly closed.

"In the name of the one who takes the firstborn son's divine position, in the name of the Lord of Prophecy, in the name of the All-Knowing One."

"I command you, world, to tell me the answer!"

"The exact answer!"

The eyes on the giant hand suddenly opened at the same time.

Truth is revealed here!

The black curtain fell at that moment.

Sals finally saw what Moen had entrusted to the dwarves.

Originally, this place was a deep underground area with no decorations, except for a well opening and a long spiral staircase leading downwards.

But now, the dwarves have decorated the surroundings with countless reliefs.

And it was thoughtfully covered with a black curtain.

Because they were merely ordinary marble reliefs, their powerless nature, concealed by the black curtain and drawn by the well's opening, failed to capture Sals's attention in the slightest.