Huh? Are they all real?.

A massive spear beam shot out from the king's hand.

The giant dragon in the sky was instantly annihilated without any suspense.

If they were ancient dragons from back then, they could still leave behind remains in front of the Holy Lance, but they are not ancient dragons.

They are merely remnants of the concept of dragons, born from the curse and the benevolence of the last son.

The voice of the king did not stop within this small town.

This sound is spreading throughout the world.

All the dragons who could see the pillar of light were so startled by the sound that they could no longer hold on and retreated in all directions.

They knew better than anyone how extraordinary a being wielding a holy lance was in this world where there was no divine protection and no divine intervention.

The safety locks they left for themselves have become their shackles.

This left everyone astonished, as they could not understand why these dragons suddenly attacked and then suddenly left.

Until they too heard the king's long and melodious proclamation.

After a moment of deathly silence, the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.

Finally, the Supreme Being answered their prayers!

The three-headed dragon that created the world did not respond to the king's statement.

They simply stared with varying expressions at the majestic Lionheart wielding the Holy Lance.

They couldn't understand why Lionheart was able to find them.

Lindebug said to Fafner:

"How was he able to come along? And he even brought the Holy Lance!"

"It must be the Round Table and Avalon. Richard must have used them to anchor our world. And you still let us keep that damned Avalon!"

Fafnir said coldly:

"Quiet, it can't be that kind of person. If it were, he wouldn't be so far away; he would have already arrived in Avalon!"

If Avalon was the anchor for Lionheart's invasion, how could he be so far away from Avalon?

This is very obvious.

Asadron also revealed her incomparably elegant figure, and asked in a deep voice:

"You seem to know he would come?"

“I don’t know more than you do. I was just guessing before, and it wasn’t until recently that I confirmed it.”

Having discovered the unusual activity within the church, the Lionheart would not let the matter rest. It was certain, and had even considered that this ancient king might have a way of tracking it down.

After all, even the Goddess of Storms didn't remember the Round Table, yet he still did!

But it really didn't expect the other party to arrive so quickly.

"Then why do you insist that we keep Avalon?"

“You should know very well that even if we who failed to become gods joined together, we would still be no match for the Lionheart who wields the Holy Lance.”

As their kind were aware, they also knew perfectly well how fatal it was that the security lock they used to prevent the other gods from discovering and descending had been bugged by Lionheart.

Without this, they could still rely on their dragon race's true god, the last ancient dragon in the world.

But now, if they don't want to fail at the last minute and lose their lives, they have no choice but to face the Lionheart King alone, whom they can't possibly defeat.

Fafnir laughed:

“If it weren’t for the renowned Lionheart, I would have had no choice.”

"But fortunately, it was Him who came. So, let's continue with our plan and try to drive those mortals toward Avalon."

"And please remember, these must be ordinary people who are truly living in the present moment."

Suddenly realizing its intentions, Ashadron immediately understood:

"Is it really possible?"

"Most other kings wouldn't work, but His word is worth a try, isn't it?"

The king wielding the Holy Lance was indeed someone the three of them combined couldn't defeat, but the king without the Holy Lance was a different story.

-

In Avalonne, located on the border, it was the first place to be devoured and the first to be attacked.

The knights, exhausted from repelling another round of dragon attacks, leaned against the ruins to rest.

They had lost count of how many times they had repelled the dragon horde.

They couldn't even remember how many times their sharp blades broke against the hard dragon scales and how many times they had to replace them.

They just want to get some rest right now.

It was at this moment that a knight suddenly spoke to a round table that had been guarding the city wall:

"Sir, another group of refugees has arrived; they want to enter the city for refuge."

After a moment, the knight said in a low voice again:

"My lord, Avalonne is already overcrowded."

Knowing what he meant, the person at the round table decisively shook their head and said:

“We are their only hope. They fled from the dragons to come here for the life that Avalon represents. You and I are knights.”

“But the knights must not extinguish their hope with their own hands. We are the guardians, and we must draw our swords for them. So, let them in.”

The knight hesitated before speaking:

“But as soon as the dragons stop attacking, refugees appear, and they don’t seem capable of escaping the dragons at all. My lord, I fear that if this continues, we won’t even be able to protect the original people of Avalonne.”

"My lord, for the sake of the King, please stop accepting refugees!"

The Knights of the Round Table also said seriously:

“My brother, although you are not a member of the Round Table, you are also a knight of Avalon. You are the only gift our king left to this broken world, allowing people to see our king’s glory and the beauty of the past.”

"We cannot let them lose even this little bit of hope, nor can we allow the only beautiful thing our king left behind to be disgraced."

“Therefore, for the sake of our king, let them in.”

Chapter 319 Dragons and Kings (5k)

At a rough glance, there were several thousand refugees gathered anxiously outside the scorched earth of Avalon.

They didn't know why they had been brought to this strange world, but they knew that their homeland had been burned down by the dragons.

This is their only hope.

They have already sacrificed too much on their way here.

If Avalon also refuses them entry.

So they have no idea how to survive.

Even they themselves didn't know why Avalon should accept these useless refugees.

All we can do is pray that the other party will have mercy.

So many people had already knelt on the ground, praying and worshipping towards the fortress in front of them.

He kept reciting the names and prayers of the supreme beings.

Then, the high walls that had been closed off were actually opened to them!

At first, people who heard the loud noise thought the dragon had come again and panicked.

But when they saw that the tightly closed fortress was actually slowly opening up a glimmer of hope.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Their last hope did not disappoint them.

Almost without waiting for the gates to be fully opened, the refugees rushed into the city.

In response, the knights who wanted to maintain order, after glancing at the terrified refugees with their families, sighed and tried their best to open the gate as quickly as possible.

However, when the refugees poured into Avalon, they found that it was not as wonderful as they had imagined.

This is indeed the only city that repelled the dragon horde attack.

But this place is already overcrowded.

There were so many that even getting inside seemed a bit difficult for them.

This place is clearly the closest to the city wall, which is also the most dangerous place for the dragons.

So what will it look like inside?

The refugees cannot imagine it, nor dare they imagine it.

Among the refugees, an elderly man with a broken leg, leading a boy whose head was wrapped in bandages, limped up to a soldier and pleaded:

"Sir, could you please give my grandson some food? Please have pity on him. His parents are gone, and he hasn't eaten in ages. I beg you!"

Looking at the old man kneeling before him, and his legs that were already rotting and stinking, the soldier's initial resentment at having to accept refugees again completely disappeared.

All that remained was a look of helplessness and reluctance on his face.

He could only turn his head and say, dodging the question:

"Sorry, we don't have any extra food."

Avalon, being the only sanctuary for the Church of Storms, already received an excessive number of Storm believers.

After this incident, their logistical pressure exploded.

Because their original method of maintaining logistics relied on the continuous turnover of trade lines.

Now, it is clear that their previous trade routes have been completely severed.

There are indeed still emergency supplies available.

But they had no idea how long it would take before they could receive rescue or have any hope of breaking out.

Therefore, the city has already implemented strict controls on the already limited food supplies.

Although all resources will be prioritized for the front line.

But even so.

It only ensured that the soldiers were just fed and had medicine available.

Because no matter how much they restrict supplies to others, such as refugees, it is still an astronomical number.

Unless they really ignore these people, but if they could really ignore them, why would they let these refugees in?

The Round Table, the only group still upholding the dignity of the Lionheart, cannot stand by and watch the weak perish.

In addition, this has been a year since they were trapped here.

It's a miracle that they've been able to survive until now with that meager logistical support.

Seeing the soldier's evasive manner in speaking, the old man's face turned ashen with despair.

It was quite unbelievable that he could still walk and talk despite having a high fever.

That's why he knew he definitely wouldn't live much longer.

But what about his grandson? He watched as his son snatched the child from the flames from his daughter-in-law's corpse and handed him to him. Then he watched as his son died in agony, his body riddled with sores.

That's why he was able to hold on until now.

Even though his legs were completely rotten.

"Really not at all?"

The soldiers became increasingly evasive:

"Sorry, sir."

In the first few months, he could manage to share his food and supplies with the other party.

But now, under the intense daily combat, he dares not do that at all, because he could very well lose his life over just one thing.