Huh? Are they all real?.

Rather, it was the girl possessing Lily who was so abnormal.

She simply waited quietly for her master to use her.

That's how weapons should be, isn't it?

"Denise, put me down."

The goddess, who was holding Moen, immediately put Moen down.

Looking down at the lush greenery at my feet.

Moen grabbed a handful of grass still covered in mud and said:

"If there was nothing here before, how long do you think it would have taken for this kind of vegetation to form?"

Only after being asked did the Armored Goddess finally speak and give an answer:

"If there had been no human intervention, it should have been at least several decades, right?"

Moen released the grass, still covered in mud and sand, as it fell back to the ground.

Moen looked up at the field in front of him and said:

"Yes, it would take at least several decades for such a large area of ​​wilderness to develop this level of vegetation."

"But here, it should only take a few hours."

The goddess of weapons immediately scanned her surroundings, and after a moment, she said:

"I didn't sense any residual power."

"You can't feel it because it happened decades ago."

What happened decades ago, but started just hours ago?

Although the weapons were not confused, the goddess still found it incomprehensible.

This is also the change that occurred to her as Denise. When she was first obtained, she would only obey mechanically, but after becoming Denise...

She then developed her own thoughts and began to interact with her king, although it was difficult to see her actual behavior.

But indeed, tremendous changes have taken place.

Moen, knowing what she was thinking, chuckled softly:

"You don't quite understand, right? That's normal; it is indeed a very rare thing. But I think they should be even more surprised than you."

"After all, they certainly didn't expect that I would have such a deep connection with them. They certainly didn't expect that I would actually remember them."

The king's gaze gradually rose, fixed on the nothingness before him.

There was nothing there.

But he seemed to be looking at something.

The goddess behind the king, following his raised gaze, directly raised her holy spear and unleashed a divine punishment that pierced the heavens and earth.

The radiance even illuminated the earth, making it seem as if noon had arrived early.

"I didn't hit anything."

The king, who had not changed his gaze, comforted him:

"It's okay, we've already let them know what stupid things they've done."

The goddess did not answer the king, but she took the initiative to walk behind him.

They were very close.

The goddess noticed that the fields, which had just been vast grasslands, were now being covered by forests at an abnormally rapid pace.

She did not sense any outflow of power or manifestation of hostility.

But precisely because of this, she became even more sensitive.

“The forest is approaching us, but strangely, I still don’t feel anything. In fact, I’m increasingly convinced that the forest’s approach and appearance are perfectly normal. I want to take you away; it’s too dangerous here.”

This was probably the longest and most frequent sentence Denise uttered after appearing beside Moen as a goddess.

The emotionless goddess of weapons shares one unsurprising similarity with the other goddesses.

Having rediscovered their treasure, they were filled with an intense fear of losing it again.

Otherwise, they really would go crazy.

In other words, if some madman wanted to destroy the world...

Therefore, killing Moen must be the fastest and most effective way.

The king, however, showed no concern for the goddess.

He simply maintained that posture and said:

"Don't worry, Denise, that's just the beginning of what's going to happen much further into the future."

"I did not see the enemy."

As the forest drew ever closer, the goddess, gripping her holy lance, felt for the first time the urge to destroy it all.

Since the enemy cannot be seen, there is no way to attack.

In such a situation, even the most powerful weapon would be useless.

This strange feeling reminded her of those years.

The darkness and cold of the stormy sea occupied an incredibly long time in her life.

But even such a long and profound erosion is far less painful than that one moment.

The king's blood stained the sea red before the goddess.

Just before the goddess could no longer endure it, a hand reached from the darkness into the sea and pulled her into the light.

"Denise, I'm here."

The goddess's gradually rapid breathing instantly calmed down.

Anning returned to her mind.

The ever-rising holy lance returned to its original position, but the goddess of weapons took the initiative to embrace her king.

Even weapons yearn for such warmth.

The approaching forest stopped at that moment.

In the short span of a few words, the vast wilderness was reduced to just the small patch of land where the goddess and the king were, which remained uncovered by trees.

Even by visual inspection, it appears to form a perfect circle.

Among all the goddesses, Denise is the only one who is significantly taller than Moen.

So, in many situations, when Moen was with Denise, he felt that he was the 'princess' being protected by the knight.

At this moment, although the approach of the forest stopped, Moen was buried in the mountains.

Moen, whose cheeks were burning, wanted to pull away.

But the goddess pressed him down even more.

Even though the goddess didn't use any divine power, Moen still found it difficult to resist this force.

Even though the goddess holding the gun clearly only used one hand!

"Denise, wouldn't it be better if you let me go now?"

Moen's voice hummed through the mountains.

But the goddess did not let go.

This is a rare exception among weapons.

Furthermore, the holy lance she had been holding vanished into thin air, allowing the goddess to use both hands to pull Moen even closer into her embrace.

"It'll be over soon, it'll be over soon. Let me give you a good hug, Master."

The voice that rang in his ears made Moen stop struggling.

He sensed the underlying fear within it.

Under the twin moons' glow, the shadows behind them, cast by the trees, vaguely resembled the majestic yet elegant form of a dragon.

Even if it's just a faint shadow.

That was enough to show obvious surprise on the other party's face.

A moment later, the shadow disappeared into the woods.

And the goddess finally let go of Moen.

"Thank you, so what do I need to do?"

Moen did not answer immediately; he simply looked around.

That guy left.

Although we don't know exactly how many years ago it was watching over us, it is indeed gone.

Although it was just a feeling, Moen felt he couldn't be wrong.

Having confirmed this, Moen said directly:

“If it were just Avalon, there would be nothing I could do, but they will soon find that their caution will not lead to their success.”

"So they will soon stop nibbling at Avalon and then turn their claws toward bigger and farther places."

“I don’t think they’ll target the parish again. Because you’re here.”

The goddess added to this:

"I was there before too. Although I have no recollection of anything you said, I should have been there before, right?"

"Yes, but a god who is completely unprepared and unaware of the existence of another god is a different concept and a different level of difficulty than one who is already aware of the existence of another god."

"Moreover, you are such a special being."

Moen smiled as he looked at the goddess who was a head taller than him.

She is both a goddess and a holy spear, unlike Yggdrasil, who is merely a sacred tree.

She truly merged with another divine path.

That was a miracle that was made possible by the madness of the eldest sons.

In the later stages of the war of revelation, which gradually spiraled out of control, the firstborn no longer sought victory; their only thought was to kill the enemy.

He killed the brothers who made him lose everything.

Therefore, the eldest sons at that time didn't care what kind of monsters they would create, nor did they care how they would deal with the consequences.

They had long since lost what was most important.

Their only reason for living was revenge.

Therefore, Denise was made exceptionally powerful by them.

Moen's words slightly relaxed the goddess's tense nerves.

But the goddess still asked:

What should I do?

Moen said helplessly:

"We can only wait, wait until they realize that such an adventure is not enough, wait until they start to graze on other parts of the New World."

Back then, it would have been if the other party hadn't gone mad and dabbled in something that should never have been touched.

To deal with them, Moen can only engage in long-term maneuvering, taking a slow and steady approach and hoping they will make a foolish mistake.

Or simply take out that carefully hidden divine essence.

Because the combined effect of these three factors is simply too exaggerated.

For now, we just need to wait until they gnaw on the parts that can't be gnawed anymore.

After all, they are not the three ancient dragons of yesteryear.

They are merely remnants of the concept of dragons, born from curses and compromises.