Huh? Are they all real?.

The soldier could only turn away, filled with guilt, and say:

"There will be free food distributed throughout the city, not much, but enough to keep people from starving. And perhaps the church will have medicine for you and your grandson, but please don't get your hopes up too high."

After saying this, the soldier dared not stay any longer and fled.

Avalon was the first to be devoured and taken away, so they have been holding out in this godless world for a year.

However, the soldier only took a few steps as if fleeing before stopping, because a knight blocked his way.

The soldier looked up, puzzled, while the other man stood there, raising his hand from a light source they still couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

The soldier instinctively lowered his head, assuming that the upright and virtuous knights were displeased with his impudence.

But in the end, a few elf cookies were handed to him.

“Take it, child. And this is for you too. You can keep half of the food for yourself, but please give this and the other half to the old man and his grandson.”

The knight handed over another healing potion.

Both were scarce a year ago, and they are even scarcer now.

The soldier accepted them, somewhat bewildered.

Then the knight smiled and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, the soldier hurriedly asked:

"And what about you, sir?"

The knight laughed:

“I am a superhuman, I am more resilient than you, so I don’t need it.”

After a moment's hesitation, the soldier handed the vial back:

"Sir, although I hate to say it, in this situation, you should take this more than we should."

The Round Table and the Knights of Avalon are the last bastion of this fortress; their safety is Avalon's greatest guarantee.

The knight shook his head and refused.

"Compassion is a virtue of a knight, and charity is a knight's honor."

The soldier handed over the medicine as before, saying:

“But sir, you are far more useful than all of us combined, you must take this.”

The knight, understanding his meaning, stopped and then spoke earnestly to the soldiers:

“My child, I know what you mean, and I know you are right. But, my child, Avalon represents hope, represents protection and compassion for the weak. I am a knight of Avalon, and I swore an oath before the icon of my king.”

“I vow to defend my honor and oath for the rest of my life. I am a knight of Avalon, so I will protect the weak and fight against evil.”

"This is our vow."

The soldier hurriedly said:

"With it, you can better fulfill your vows."

The knight shook his head again and said:

“My child, you don’t understand what I mean. This isn’t about vows or oaths. I believe this path is worth sacrificing everything for, which is why I became a knight of Avalon.”

"Therefore, I cannot protect the weak while watching them suffer in front of me; that would be putting the cart before the horse. Take it, child."

The knight patted the soldier on the shoulder and then left. But before he truly left, the knight turned back and said:

"By the way, child, you must not impulsively give all your food and supplies to others because of me, or think too much about it."

"You are indeed a soldier, and you should indeed fulfill your duties, but that doesn't mean you have to give your all. Because you've already given so much!"

"You are a human being too, and you deserve to live."

At the very end, the knight raised his hand and tapped his armor against his chest, saying:

"May the storm and the glory of the Holy Lance protect you, my child."

This world may be beyond saving, but there are always glimmers of light.

In Avalon, on the distant border, the last glory and gifts of the Lionheart King continue to be upheld.

But it was another border that was swallowed up.

The king, wielding the holy lance, had already scattered the dragons and sent them fleeing.

The so-called pride of the dragon race is utterly insignificant in the face of an absolute difference in strength.

Or rather, the pride of ancient dragons has not been left to the dragons of today who only have the concept of dragon species.

After killing several more dragons, Moen, still with the lion doll hanging from his waist, did not stop.

He will continue north and then eliminate the dragons one by one.

However, as Moen continued forward, the survivors called out to him.

"Your Majesty, are you His Majesty the Lionheart?"

They devour the land and history of the New World, and the main area of ​​the Storm Faith is the New World, so even if they avoid the parishes.

Lionheart remains one of the most familiar supreme beings to the people here.

His icons are almost everywhere, and have been well preserved even though they are not in the parish.

Honestly, it's a bit of a hellish joke.

The king wielding the holy lance also stopped:

"Yes, it's me, I'm back."

Seeing that Moen had truly acknowledged his identity, the crowd was so excited that they all knelt down and bowed in respect.

Moen smiled and prepared to leave, but people hurriedly said:

"Your Majesty, if you are going to continue your journey, could you please take us with you? It doesn't have to be too far ahead; we've heard there's a settlement there."

Moen turned back and said:

"Are you worried about the dragons returning? Don't worry, they won't come back. I've anchored the land I've traversed with the Holy Lance. So, they can't come."

The reason Moen didn't go directly to the three-headed dragon was because this was their world.

If they want to hide, there's no way Morn can find them except by directly destroying this world.

Therefore, Moen adopted the same method he used before—anchoring the world and rejecting the dragon race.

Moen intends to gradually shrink their living space, forcing them to confront him head-on.

Upon hearing this, people were immediately surprised and said:

"Really? Your Majesty?"

Moen laughed:

Why would I lie to you?

The crowd immediately cheered.

Moen intended to continue, but people stopped him again and told him something:

"Your Majesty, if you intend to continue north, we have heard something that you may or may not know. So please be sure to listen to it."

Because he was the supreme being, even though Moen seemed very kind, people still carefully chose their words.

Moen said gently as always:

“I’m listening, sir.”

The man said:

“We have people who fled from the north, so they say that the world seems to have appeared earlier the further north you go. For example, we are new here, but the person who fled from the north said he was here months ago.”

"Do you know about this?"

This was also the first time Moen had shown surprise since invading this world:

"This is indeed something only I know."

This didn't happen last time.

Moen was certain that the gnawing had occurred a day earlier.

So, based on Moen's experience, even Avalon, which was the first to be devoured, should have only been gone for a day.

How can this be?

A moment later, Moen felt he had found the answer.

That is, the three-headed blasphemous dragon of yesteryear was an ancient dragon that had been elevated, while the current one is just an ordinary dragon.

In short, all three of them were terrible.

They cannot, like their predecessors, completely disregard geography and time to engulf everything.

Therefore, this unexpected thing happened.

After all, everything from that year was swallowed up at the same time.

It also directly set fire to all the eldest sons who were still alive.

If that's the case, then a long time has passed in Avalon?

Moen became a little anxious upon realizing all this.

The knights of Avalon are the only noble people in the New World who still uphold his will.

Moen didn't want anything to happen to them.

But if he leaves now, all the previous efforts will be wasted. The people of the South will continue to be ravaged.

"You've finally realized it, Richard the Lionheart."

A slightly hollow voice came from behind Moen.

Moen immediately realized who the voice belonged to.

He turned around, holding the holy lance, and said:

“I didn’t expect you to dare come looking for me, Fafnir.”

"Or should I call you Drakarian?"

The world has turned gray and gold at this moment.

Behind Moen was a golden world, while in front of him was a gray and white expanse.

The image was as unsettling as an old-fashioned, flickering black-and-white television.

Faced with such a sight, Moen gently raised the Holy Lance.

As the spear tip moves forward, the gray-white object will retreat without any obstruction.

"Your power truly exceeds my expectations. The Holy Lance is indeed worthy of being one of the four sacred artifacts."

Looking at the golden world that remained unchanged even when the spear tip was retracted.

The invisible dragon's voice sounded somewhat strained.

Clearly, it had just tried to fight the Holy Lance, but was so utterly defeated that it didn't even bother to put up a fight.

Moen said calmly:

"Stop now, and I can let you leave peacefully."

The voice, having recovered slightly, chuckled:

Are you not even giving us a way to survive?

“You are the ones who are unwilling to even give these poor people a way to survive, so I have no right to forgive you on their behalf.”

The voice laughed even louder:

"Truly a paragon of chivalry, an embodiment of virtue, and the voice of justice!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Drakarian, tell me what you're here for?"

The laughter finally stopped abruptly, and he calmly said:

"We want you to leave and not interfere with our subsequent actions. In return, we will return Avalon and its people intact."