Huh? Are they all real?.

They didn't run away because they clearly couldn't outrun this collapsing world.

There was no fear, because their families were with them no matter where they were.

The round table, which the leaders have held onto until now, all turned their attention to their leader.

He was once called Surdan, but was later chosen by the king and given the name Agravivan, a Knight of the Round Table.

At this moment, he nodded to his companions and then announced to the people behind him everything that was about to happen.

“Children of the world from different eras, but all gathered in Avalon. I am Agraven, Agraven named by my King, one of the Round Tables.”

"I regret to announce to you all that this world is about to collapse, and our efforts have failed."

"I'm sorry, you see Avalon as your last hope, but we cannot bring you true hope."

People were initially just in a state of panic.

But after a moment, they all fell silent again.

Because everyone knows that the Round Table and Avalon have done their best.

Without them, this year would not have been possible.

Agguwen's voice continued.

"There's still a little time left, but not much, so please use this last bit of time to say what you want to say to the people you want to tell."

Faced with death, the people of Avalon chose to accept it calmly and depart peacefully.

Fafnir's voice also carried a slight sigh:

"What excellent people they are! So, what about you? Are you going to watch them die?"

Moen did not answer it, but simply continued to speed up and head north.

Fafnir's voice was filled with regret and sarcasm as he spoke:

"Why are you still fantasizing? You're too late, you're still far from it."

Ahead lay a majestic snow-capped mountain, where many people had gathered.

Seemingly aware of their fate, the dragons are also attacking everything in their path with frenzy.

Even knowing of the king's arrival, they did not stop.

Because death is inevitable no matter what.

The Holy Lance continued to shoot out its beams, shattering the dragons in the sky one by one.

Meanwhile, the Lone King, wielding the Holy Lance, continued his ascent up the snow-capped mountains.

Fafnir kept his eyes glued to this side. His eyes were fixed on the holy lance in the king's hand.

That was the only thing they feared in this world.

Therefore, more and more projections were radiated in front of Moen.

Fafnir found this useful because it was just a projection, and there was no need for the Holy Lance to be swung out specifically for it. It was something insignificant that could be erased simply by raising the Holy Lance slightly.

But he didn't.

They even carefully avoided those projections.

Therefore, he was not indifferent to all of this.

And that is their hope for a comeback.

The white collapse is getting closer and closer to Avalon.

Fafnir's expression grew increasingly tense.

In the distant Avalon, even the people within the city could see the world constantly collapsing and plunging into endless darkness.

But people remained calm as before.

Although it was a little disappointing, I wasn't anxious at all.

This greatly displeased Fafner, as it wanted them to do something.

The scales of victory may tip just short of this one point!

Finally, the change Fafner had been hoping for came to pass.

In the otherwise perfectly calm crowd, the cry of a baby suddenly rang out.

That is the most primal and beautiful sound of humankind.

Pure and flawless.

It is said that during the Third Age, when the Lost Ones roamed the Lost Lands, those who ventured deep into the Lost Lands to hunt the dead found, in a decaying and dilapidated fortress, the only living person they encountered was a newborn child.

Even this child is surrounded by countless lost souls who wander aimlessly.

This is enough to prove that it is a beautiful thing that even the confused are unwilling to touch or harm.

In the quiet of Avalon, the child's cries were exceptionally loud.

Everyone involuntarily looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The lovely child was lying in his mother's arms.

Without a doubt, this child received everyone's love at that moment.

Because it is a baby, representing everyone's past and future.

But the child's crying continued.

This left his mother increasingly bewildered, and also caused a slight stir among the otherwise calm crowd.

They accepted their fate, but the child had just been born!

Finally, someone suddenly shouted:

"Where's the airship? Send the children out; they can't stay here with us!"

The crowd instantly realized what was happening and quickly made way for them.

That's the road leading to the shipyard.

Meanwhile, the rest of the children in Avalon were also cleared of the way.

People shouted to the children:

"Run! Run! You have to survive!"

With the adults' kindness and urging, the children ran towards the dock without thinking.

But that's still too slow.

Because the collapse of the white regime is already imminent.

So, without any orders, as Agraven looked over, knights and superhumans rushed down from the city wall, picked up the children, and continued running forward.

This scene clearly moved everyone.

Even Fafnir noticed the change in the king's expression.

That's urgent!

Just as one should not use Agravivedo, one should not use Fafnardo.

Under the deliberate actions of Lindech and Azadron.

The collapse near Avalon paused slightly, while the collapses on both sides accelerated wildly.

The dock is now in sight.

But the collapse is clearly on the verge of engulfing Avalon.

It was too late; they couldn't get the children onto the airship.

Seeing this scene, I wonder who started it.

Suddenly someone shouted:

"My king, please save these children!"

She wept and prayed not for herself, not even for her family, but for a child she had never met.

As this voice rang out.

More and more people are spontaneously kneeling and praying before the statues of Richard the Lionheart that can be seen everywhere in Avalonne:

"My king, please save these children!"

"They should live!"

"The storm is your crown, benevolence is your throne, you are the loving Lionheart King, you must look upon these children!"

This is a world without divine protection, and they all know that.

So they had long since given up praying.

But now, they have started praying again.

They prayed that the Supreme Being, who had long since departed, could bless their children once more.

Fafnir did not speak again, but the increasing number of projections that followed was enough to prove its current mood.

It must be shouting:

Do you see that? Lionheart!

Your people are praying for you!

The collapsing world has completely enveloped Avalon.

People are still praying.

Even if they were already in despair.

It was at this moment that Moen finally ran to the top of the snow-capped mountain amidst the astonishment of the crowd.

Almost the instant he saw the temple and the distance, the king raised his holy spear and hurled it towards the distance:

"Holy Lance, anchor the world!"

Countless projections shattered instantly.

The king's holy spear has been thrown.

Traveling through time and traversing space.

The Holy Lance reaches Avalon!

At that moment, everyone, both human and dragon, held their breath.

I witnessed a miracle.

The Supreme Being, who had long since departed, answered the people's prayers, hurled the Holy Lance, and anchored the world.

Before the radiance of the Holy Lance, the white collapse instantly came to a halt.

It wasn't even the three blasphemous dragons that stopped, because they were all stunned.

Even though they had been looking forward to this moment, they never expected that the Lionheart would actually throw out the Holy Lance for a group of mortals!

The collapse was halted entirely by the King's goodwill and the anchoring of the Holy Lance.

After a moment of astonishment.

The people of Avalon erupted in cheers that shook the heavens and the earth.

The three-headed blasphemous dragon also simultaneously erupted in unprecedented mockery and joined the cheers:

"Lionheart, the great Lionheart!"

Chapter 321 I Was Once Finnofinan (4k6)

Watching the holy spear fall from the sky.

The people who sought refuge in Avalonne were incredibly excited.

For the Round Table members who are still holding on, it's utterly unbelievable.

After all, this was a beautiful fantasy that even they had given up on.