Huh? Are they all real?.

"what?!"

For the first time, the dwarves, who were themselves a long-lived species, experienced how humans felt when they faced them.

Lord Jin Hua chuckled a few times before leaping up and unleashing his massive sword, which he had been charging up, at the demon in front of him.

Meanwhile, the dwarf who was about to follow was unexpectedly kicked into the Akardo family's fortress.

The conversation just now was just to distract her and him.

As she began to run towards him, she finally discovered the deeper essence of this evil god—his eldest son!

This left her wondering if she could muster the courage to unleash a swift and decisive sword strike, and she didn't want her friend's offspring to die before her very eyes.

The Golden Flower Lord's greatsword did indeed cleave the opponent's face.

The terrifying marks even surprised the other party.

'Success?! So, as expected, He doesn't know how to fight.'

Before the Golden Flower Lord could think any further after unleashing her sword strike, she noticed her body was separating.

The thin red line that had almost cut her diagonally was already bleeding.

'How could this be?!'

Although she was among the first high elves, she clearly did not know the true terror of this eldest son.

So she could only prop herself up on the giant sword and part to the sides.

Before she completely collapsed.

She was taken back to the sacred tree.

After glancing at his companion who had nearly died, the Shadow Sun, whose palm also bore a line of blood seeping from it, ultimately chose to remain silent.

How could a sword strike capable of harming a god be truly wielded by a mere mortal?

The other person gave her a playful look.

His eyes were full of disdain.

Faced with the original blessing, the goddess could only feel helpless.

A moment later, the devil looked at the sacred tree.

Was it created by the mother?

Hmph, all show and no substance.

The devil continued his advance.

The dwarf, kicked into the Alucard family castle by the elf, roared and hurled his hammer from the castle.

The hammer from the King of the Mountain attracted the devil's attention.

There is the scent of His brother on it.

But after a moment, He lost interest in it.

He was just an insignificant brother who died long ago.

The hammer suddenly appeared in front of the dwarf and smashed directly into his chest.

"He can reflect attacks! Tell your people to stop and use a level zero sealed artifact!"

Princess Barbatos immediately saw the root of the problem.

Instead, let Little Alucard directly use a level zero sealed artifact.

Little Alucard also took out the level zero sealed artifact that his father had given him without any delay.

The level zero sealed artifact, which could be used at any time, was now completely unable to exert its power.

Even the entire Acorno Fortress was held in place by some force and could no longer move.

Little Alucard could only watch helplessly as the devil, his eyes full of mockery and amusement, crashed into him.

Are you going to die?!

Just die? !

Accardo Jr. simply couldn't believe it.

How could it be so simple?

The demon that was approaching them looked at the large toy with increasing curiosity.

Another creation, no, a group of creations from brothers.

Hahaha, a bunch of useless trash. They gained so much more than me, yet they still died, and all they left behind were flashy but impractical things.

After a moment of savage laughter, He planned to devour the fortress directly, then kill all the vampires, leaving only the fortress itself.

His greatest interest now is collecting things related to His brothers and mother.

No, that should be considered His second greatest interest. His real interest now is to spread chaos and despair!

Having endured all kinds of negative emotions, the prisoner is now nothing short of a wicked god.

Those humans in front are a good target.

But when He looked at the humans in front of Him, He found that He could no longer pull the toy.

Look back.

A bright, cold, dark moon appeared in the sky, which was not part of the night.

The other person was fighting with Him for the toy in His hands.

He wasn't annoyed; he just looked at the other person with amusement.

Then it suddenly pulled backward.

The moon was not pulled down to earth by Him.

But the toy was also pulled into the endless flames behind Him.

Although the mortals on His toys were all taken away by the other party.

But seeing the several huge bloodstains left on the toy, He was still quite satisfied.

I believe these self-proclaimed gods have already realized the gap between Him and them.

Among the seven hills, Darkmoon glanced at Alucard and his companions, who had narrowly escaped death, and the dwarves who were still alive.

He frowned as he looked at his left hand, which was already injured to the bone.

Although the injury healed quickly.

But would even something like this be returned to its original owner?

O O Lord, what blessings have you bestowed upon Him?

The devil, having thwarted the spirits of two goddesses, let out a blasphemous laugh of unbridled pleasure.

The sound was enough to drive mortals mad just by hearing it.

The angels who were still carrying out the emergency repair ceremony showed great joy.

Because the other party was delayed a little longer with the two goddesses, they were able to successfully complete the repairs!

As the last gap was torn off by an angel who ripped off his own finger bone and placed it on top.

This enormous composite ceremony began to shine with almost endless brilliance from that moment on.

The desperate efforts of countless people have finally led to a miracle.

Countless rays of light followed the enormous lines drawn across the world to form a perfect circle.

Then they rushed toward the central memorial shrine.

The rituals there have long been destroyed.

However, the rituals there never existed in the first place!

That place was just an extra thing that Moen had Quintus and the others build, a decoy to make the demons think the ritual had been broken.

In such dire circumstances, Moen couldn't save everyone, so he could only save those who were willing to save themselves.

The perfect large circle outside the memorial chapel forms an equally perfect small circle.

Countless interlocking rings shone brightly in succession during the ceremony.

This is a ritual to summon saints, and also a beacon to guide them.

What Moen needs is the power and guidance to traverse the world.

That's why he specially arranged a super-large composite ceremony that almost hollowed out the Old World.

Countless rings lit up on the Old World, forming a ritual to recall the savior.

At Moen's feet, the halo that had begun to shine along with the ceremony also appeared.

But the difference is that there are only two concentric circles here, one large and one small.

When the two rings close at the same time.

Moen saw the truth of this world—the barrier that prevented the gods from entering the starry sky.

Previously, Moen only knew that there was a power preventing the gods from leaving this world.

But now, this is the first time he has seen the physical form of this barrier.

It consists of a single color, but it is not a single layer; it has many layers.

At least in front of Moen there was only one last barrier, while behind Moen there were many more, a colorful barrier that he could not see the end of.

Moen did not sense any power from them.

However, it truly exists, and it has indeed blocked the eyes of the gods and prevented Morne's return.

Through the deep purple barrier, Moen could clearly see the still-shining ring below.

People are still calling for his arrival.

The road sign was still guiding his way.

However, he simply cannot overcome this barrier now.

No matter how much he hit and cursed, it was the same.

This was a situation that Moen had not anticipated.

Looking at the slowly fading ring below, Moen was extremely anxious.

So many people have put in so much effort to get to this point.

So he absolutely cannot be stopped here!

Moen reached for his chest.

He wasn't going to get the pocket watch, but rather to retrieve the two goddess hair rings he had placed on his chest.

This action caused the pocket watch to forcibly emit a ghostly blue light, which caused the terrifying cracks on the pocket watch to gradually show signs of expanding.

But before Moen's hand touched the ring and the pocket watch glittered once more.

Moen heard a familiar screech.

Following the sound, a white ice pegasus stepped out of the colorful door and came toward him!

Seeing this scene, Moen said from the bottom of his heart:

"Good boy!"

Then, without the slightest delay, he leaped onto the white celestial horse and charged into the spirit realm.

He couldn't get through the barrier on his own, but since the Winter Beast from the Spirit Realm could come here, it meant that it could also take him to the Spirit Realm and then back to the mortal world from there!

This is a relay race.

The relay cannot succeed without anyone.

It created a circle of boundless hope that even made the devil stop on his own.

He did not consider that disgusting saint to be a threat to Him.

Although He doesn't mind destroying mortals' hopes.