Huh? Are they all real?.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, even if we succeed in becoming gods, we have no intention of fighting to the death with you who wields the Holy Lance."

"We simply want to rid ourselves of the evil that has cursed us for eons."

Moen said calmly:

“That was your ancestors’ own fault. You have crossed the line, and besides, you have already received immense forgiveness and mercy.”

“If I were you, I would not allow the sacrifices and folly of our ancestors to be repeated.”

The voice suddenly roared in fury:

"What kind of mercy is it to be born with a curse?"

Moen corrected:

"It was born because of the curse!"

The voice grew increasingly furious, and illusory figures gradually materialized.

"Don't spout these absurd and grandiose words. You're a human being; you can't possibly understand what we're enduring!"

In response, Moen simply said:

"You simply can't understand how much you've gained!"

The great sins committed by dragons should have led to their indisputable demise.

But they still exist today.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'll ask you one last time, are you really unwilling to back down and leave?"

"Why should I leave? Why should I bow to evil? Why should I let their sacrifices be in vain?"

These three questions were the king's response.

The voice then spoke softly amidst the increasingly intense gaze of the dragon's shadow:

"You don't think your Avalon was just a year of suffering, do you?"

The enormous dragon shadow in the gray world lowered its head and gazed at the king before it, saying:

"I'm telling you this responsibly."

"Either you leave, or we'll destroy everything!"

The black dragon shadow almost completely covered the gray-white area.

"Whether it's Avalon or this world, we will destroy them together. Perhaps you can take the world you have already saved with you."

“But you absolutely cannot take Avalon with you.”

"So, you still refuse to compromise?"

Following the dragon's gaze, behind them were mortals who were completely at a loss.

They dared not speak or act; they could only kneel in fear behind the king.

The dragon's voice continued, a question that sounded like a devil's:

"Choose Avalon, who has endured so much suffering yet remains loyal to you, or these mortals who are completely unrelated to you?"

Moen looked back at the trembling mortals, then back at the distant Avalon.

After a moment, Wang lowered his head.

This made the dragon's figure appear even more majestic, and its laughter even more ferocious:

“Very good, Your Majesty. At least you have protected your people who remain loyal to you.”

"Please rest assured, no one will know that you once bowed your head, because they will soon disappear completely from all memories of this world."

But what surprised the dragon the most was...

The king suddenly interrupted its eloquent speech.

"Making a choice is indeed difficult, but that's not for you. Now, I'll officially answer your question."

"That's it, I want them all!"

The dragon fell silent.

After a long while, the dragon spoke to the king:

"Then try it."

Wang also said to the dragon:

"Then try it!"

Chapter 320 Holy Lance, Anchor the World! (4k)

After both sides gave their answers.

The enormous dark dragon shadow vanished instantly before the king's eyes.

At the same time, the world of gold and gray returned to its original state.

But not everything changed back.

Because, before the dark dragon shadow completely departed, it spoke loudly to the king wielding the holy lance:

"Then watch closely, watch closely how your Avalon and the tens of millions of people inside it are led to destruction because of your foolish mercy."

The king no longer responds to the evil dragon.

Since there's no need for further action, the only way to show such a madman is through concrete actions what the difference in skill and reality truly means.

After raising the holy spear, the king addressed the still stunned crowd behind him in a loud voice:

"Don't be afraid, I have never given up on anyone."

"So now that I'm here, you're safe. Please wait patiently, I will return victorious and bring you all back home!"

After saying this, amidst the people's renewed worship, the king quickened his pace northward.

He knew exactly what these guys wanted to do, and he also knew how to break the deadlock.

It's just a matter of time and a little disguise.

Meanwhile, the king continued his northward advance.

The invisible and formless dragon also returned to its companions.

It spoke in a deep voice to its two companions:

"It's time to take the final step."

The Linde insect stopped moving for the first time and asked in surprise:

"You're not kidding, are you?"

After a brief silence, Azadron said:

"He's absolutely right."

Linde worm still couldn't accept it:

"But this doesn't even qualify as mutual destruction. He holds the Holy Lance, and he is protected by it. Even if we collapse along with this world, he will still return alive!"

"Because of our actions, no one will even know that he once abandoned Avalon, who was most loyal to him!"

It doesn't find this multiple-choice question difficult at all.

Fafnir simply stated calmly:

"But he will remember. That's enough."

"What do you mean by 'enough'?"

"Because he is Richard the Lionheart, he is the epitome of chivalry, and that is enough."

Facing this invisible dragon, the Linde bug raised its bloated, foul-smelling body high and whispered its question:

"I know what you mean, and I know what you're waiting for, but what if he ultimately chooses to give up?"

The one who answered the Linde bug was not Fafnir, but Azadron, who calmly said:

"We are dragons, and the dragons who started all of this, so we can be brutal or noble, we can do whatever we want or abide by the rules, but please, just don't be a clown."

"We can die, in a way that is worthy of our identity, but we must never become a joke like Aurora or the clown."

"This time, either we win everything and ascend to godhood, or we die with dignity befitting our status."

"So, my brother, what will you choose? Will you tuck your tail between your legs and become a clown, or will you fight to the bitter end?"

Linde fell silent.

A moment later, it also cast its vote in favor:

"Anyway, from the beginning we had no other way to succeed. In that case, I agree."

When the three blasphemous dragons who created this world reached an agreement.

There's nothing more to do.

All they need to do is stop them.

Because in the end, it's just a pile of countless chaotic remnants of drifting debris.

This is fundamentally not a complete world, and it is far inferior to even the spirit world and the abyss, which are parasites that depend on the present world.

Once the residue from various eras stops accumulating, it will naturally disappear.

However, this speed will be extremely fast.

At first, only the sky began to lighten, and then the white world began to dissipate. That pure white, like a dreamlike bubble, seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, peeling away strand by strand.

The once pristine sky was instantly covered with shocking black cracks, as if the wounds of a broken world were spreading and widening.

The earth trembled violently, the solid ground cracking like fragile glass, revealing deep, crisscrossing ravines. Mountains collapsed, boulders tumbled down, and clouds of dust rose, obscuring the sky.

The high walls and fortresses, already reduced to ruins by the dragons' rampage, collapsed one after another like dominoes, and the terrified screams of the people were mercilessly drowned out by the apocalyptic roar.

The world is heading towards destruction in this nightmare of collapse.

The three blasphemous dragons calmly watched as their ascension ritual began to fail.

Their fate has come to a standstill.

Of course, because this is a last-ditch effort rather than a genuine choice of destruction.

So Fafnir still managed to let the king, who was constantly moving north, see all of this.

“King Richard, if this is what you desire, then take a good look. We have, as promised, plunged this world into collapse and marched it toward destruction. And what about you?”

"What are you going to do?"

The destruction that began in the very place has clearly not yet spread to the distant south.

But through Fafner's projection.

The collapsing world seemed to be right before Moen's eyes.

And soon Moen saw Avalon.

The Avalon that was built according to Moen's wishes.

Avalon is where those who remained to uphold the will of Moen after the Church of Storms had fallen into darkness gathered.

When people noticed something amiss, the knights and soldiers quickly prepared for battle.

They had long regarded death as a return and a rest.

The only reason they're still standing is to continue protecting the people behind them.

But when they saw that collapsing white world...

They also realized that they were powerless to do anything about it this time.

This is no longer about willpower.

It was merely beyond the limits of their power.

After a brief moment of calm, the soldiers and knights slightly lowered their grips on their weapons.

He then hugged his companions to thank them for their hard work and dedication throughout the year.