Huh? Are they all real?.

They have held on for far too long in that land where faith has been lost.

So long that even if they hadn't abandoned their faith and commitment, they no longer held onto hope.

Their persistence is simply to perpetuate the sacrifices and will of the past.

And now, in Avalon's darkest hour, their prayers have actually been answered.

The Holy Lance's radiance wasn't dazzling, yet it moved them to tears.

After years of perseverance, a response has finally been received!

Amidst cheers from countless people, the members of the Round Table descended from the city walls in disbelief, gazing upon the Holy Lance anchored in the center of Avalon.

A moment later, they too knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces.

He repeatedly bowed before the holy statue in front of him, saying:

"Your Majesty, you've finally returned!"

Even the mere appearance of the Holy Lance is enough to prove who has returned.

Because weapons do not act on their own, that is beyond doubt.

The Lionheart is back!

And they even found their way here because of them!

And atop the distant snow-capped mountains.

Three blasphemous dragons appeared in the sky.

They brought everything that happened in Avalonne to Moen's eyes.

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground.

They mocked:

"Great Lionheart, how do you feel now? Do you feel like you've finally saved your followers?"

The twisted dragon species almost completely occupied the sky.

This is their world, and they are the gods of this world.

Behind them, more and more dragon species gathered in this direction.

And gradually it occupied the rest of the sky.

Like the end.

This will definitely be the first word that comes to mind for everyone who sees this scene.

What could be more despairing than seeing so many evil dragons?

Therefore, the people gathered on the snow-capped mountain all fled down the mountain.

Even if someone recognized it as Lionheart, that was the case.

First, there is no place for mortals in the battle of the supreme beings; second, hasn't Lionheart already thrown out the Holy Lance?

Even the most ignorant mortal would know that a king who wields the Holy Lance and a king who does not are two different things.

So in just a short while, the vast snow-capped mountaintop was left only with the clamor of wind and snow.

And a dilapidated church in the distance.

People seem to have used this place as a refuge.

As for the question about the three-headed dragon.

Moen looked up and smiled:

"Although it was a bit late, I made it in time. I'm so glad I didn't let them down at the last minute."

“After all, I have been absent for too long.”

The king calmly stated his thoughts.

As he turned, the lion doll hanging from his waist swayed back and forth.

This caught Asadron's attention.

After glancing at it, it whispered:

"Is it really necessary to hang something like a remnant of the past on your waist?"

Moen looked down at the slightly dirty doll and said:

"Everyone has a different definition of treasure. To you, it is just a remnant from the past, an illusion that will disappear once you leave this world."

"But I think it is so dazzling and beautiful."

Lin Dechong couldn't help but laugh:

"No matter how beautiful it is, it's just a fleeting moment. Even you know that once you leave this world, it will disappear. So why do you care so much?"

Moen looked at the ugly insect and said:

"Because even so, it will remain in my memory. It can't all just vanish into thin air, can it?"

The king's answer left both dragons speechless.

They could only change their tune and say:

"Never mind, these are all trivial details. Now, we want to ask you, Lionheart, who has lost the Holy Lance."

Are you going to continue blocking us?

The swallowing-up Asadron has descended from the sky, revealing its elegant and beautiful noble figure.

For it, the dragon is the perfect combination of ferocity and elegance.

The beautiful scales shimmered with iridescent colors under the sunlight.

This makes it even more beautiful and charming.

It walked up to the king and said condescendingly:

"We have no intention of fighting a deadly battle with the Storm, who has finally retrieved the treasure, because our ancestors have already demonstrated how fierce that battle would be."

Their ancestors never imagined what the king meant to their eldest sons, who had once been so resistant to him.

But they won't; they've learned their lesson.

I don't want to get involved in a storm that will inevitably turn into a complete frenzy.

The idea of ​​adding a complete divine path to the Holy Lance seems utterly insane.

I really don't know what those eldest sons of the Age of Gods were thinking to create such monsters.

"But even so, it doesn't mean we'll tolerate your continued actions."

"So, if you leave now, we can pretend nothing happened."

"But if you continue to resist, then I can only see if the Holy Lance is still as terrifying without its master."

This is an extremely obvious threat.

We were so close to killing you if you didn't leave that we told you.

To this, the king simply smiled and said:

"Having gone this far, why bother with all this roundabout stuff?"

The king, shaking his head, walked toward the church, which, though carefully repaired, was still somewhat dilapidated.

Neither Asadron, who was right next to Moen, nor Lindworm and Fafnir intervened.

The opposing forces no longer possessed the Holy Lance, and they didn't believe that a lion without claws and teeth could do anything.

So, Azadron simply followed beside the other person, walking forward together and saying:

"Because we want to give you, a supreme being, some dignity."

As the dilapidated church drew closer, the king slowed his pace more and more.

As he mentioned earlier, sometimes making choices is indeed difficult.

Looking at the ancient church in front of him, a church he had no recollection of what was before him.

The king, who hesitated slightly, continued forward:

“You are not as good as your three ancestors, whether in terms of status, bloodline or power.”

The invisible Fafnir almost swallowed everything in front of it into its illusory shadow.

Make the road ahead look like it leads to hell rather than a church.

It spoke from the depths of darkness:

"Of course, we are just later generations, but our ancestors came directly from the perfect creation of the Great Father. And now, what we need to do is correct this mistake."

But seeing the king still advancing, it felt it was pointless and changed back.

Such tricks are meaningless to such a supreme being, and even make it seem like a clown.

“I have already said that your approach will not correct your mistakes, and it is far less effective than what your predecessors tried in the Old World.”

“Your ancestors committed a grave sin, an unforgivable sin of blasphemy against the gods and the primordial order. The only way to atone for this sin is to atone, not to continue challenging the boundaries set for you by the primordial order.”

“You are not atoning for your sins, you are adding to them.”

The answer that cut to the chase enraged Fafnir, who exclaimed:

"Enough, you stupid lion who knows nothing!"

"You have no idea how much we've sacrificed for all of this!"

Moen suddenly looked up at it and said:

"What did you sacrifice? The path to ascension and the ritual of godhood, painstakingly replicated through countless ages of exploration? Or did you corrupt and degenerate my church for your own selfish desires and folly, turning it into a tool for you to amass wealth, collect various materials, and fulfill curses?"

“Every single one of them is so disgusting and stupid. How can you have the nerve to say I don’t know how much you’ve all sacrificed?”

"Since when can such actions be justified? Save your breath. You're not even trying to break the curse; you just want to become gods yourselves!"

Do you know exactly where you fall short of your ancestors?

“This is the biggest shortcoming. You did all this for the advancement of the tribe, so you don’t even have the courage to do whatever it takes.”

“I still loathe the actions of your ancestors, but I still acknowledge that they did fight for their people. To this world, they are undeniably sinful dragons, but to you and the ancient dragons as a whole, they are heroes.”

The most poignant words were spoken by the king in an incredibly straightforward manner.

Fafnir broke through his defenses and went berserk almost instantly.

"Do you want to die? Can't you see your own predicament? What are you without the Holy Lance?"

"You are merely a mortal who has been fortunate enough to gain the favor of the Holy Lance, while we are noble dragons!"

"You disgusting piece of utter nonsense!"

Under Fafnir's wrath, the dilapidated church, which had just been repaired to look presentable condition, was instantly restored to its original state.

No, it's even worse than that.

Because at this moment, the church was completely empty, with only a framework remaining.

It was only at this moment that the three-headed dragon noticed what was inside the church.

A girl kneeling before a knight's sword.

This caused the three-headed dragon to momentarily lose its senses, wondering why it hadn't noticed it before.

The girl, however, paid no attention to the evil dragon in the sky or the king walking towards her.

She simply guarded the sword quietly.

However, as the king gradually approached, she also raised her head.

Then, the girl's eyes gradually filled with doubt.

She didn't recognize the person in front of her, yet he seemed strangely familiar.

The other person smiled sheepishly at her:

"After all these years, has no one pulled it up yet?"

The moment those words left her mouth, the girl stood up in astonishment.