Huh? Are they all real?.

Her eyes widened instantly, and her mouth opened slightly, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Surprise and astonishment mingled in her eyes, and she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Just as the Round Table had been waiting for the Lionheart, they were as incredulous as if the Lionheart had appeared before them.

The same is true for young girls.

Or rather, the girl waited longer than the Round Table members.

So long that even the stars in the sky changed positions.

The interaction between the two not only baffled the dragon in the sky, but also enraged it further.

"Answer me, you damned beast! Do you really think we wouldn't dare kill you?"

The king finally responded to them:

"If they were your ancestors, they would have come and killed me the moment I threw the Holy Lance, without a word or any illusion, because they knew what they were doing and what they wanted."

"But you three, you won't. You hesitate, looking back and forth, seemingly decisive but actually cowardly. Stupidity and arrogance have almost completely emptied your brains."

"How dare you imitate your ancestors when things are like this!"

Once again, the three-headed dragon was rendered speechless.

In boundless rage, Fafnir materialized and appeared before Moen.

The ferocious and enormous dragon head was right in front of Moen.

Unlike the previous evil dragons from the Heather family, this one finally has a ferocious and oppressive aura that matches its appearance.

"Not anymore, Lionheart!"

Even after transforming into an invisible dragon, its breath still rises from its mouth.

It wanted to burn this arrogant king alive, and then see for itself whether that so-called holy spear could actually fight the three-headed dragon god!

To its surprise, the king responded with a sarcastic remark:

"But it's too late now, Fafnir!"

I've been talking to them for so long, all for this moment!

Moen placed his hand directly on the hilt of the sword, which was covered with moss and vines.

The next moment, golden light burst forth.

The moss that had stained the sword for countless years slipped away.

Then it revealed its sacred sword blade!

The dragon's vertical pupils also suddenly shrank.

The King threw out the Holy Lance; that is a fact.

It is a fact that God drew the holy sword!

Seemingly realizing something, Fafnir has abandoned all his thoughts and is frantically retreating.

It wanted to disappear into nothingness, but it found that it couldn't do it no matter what it did.

It even increasingly felt what it had long lost—the weight of form!

The flesh and blood it abandoned actually grew on this invisible body.

Looking at his fully formed claws.

Fafnir broke through his defenses and shouted:

"who are you?"

"Aren't you Lionheart?"

In response to the dragon's questioning, the god suddenly drew his holy sword.

"The Holy Lance is the decisive weapon of the Age of Gods, and King Lionheart is a mortal who captured it. Fool, why don't you think about what kind of mortal could possibly touch or even capture the Holy Lance?"

The holy sword had already been drawn by the gods, and before that boundless holiness, the dragons had long since scattered and fled.

The god merely glanced mockingly at the fleeing dragons before continuing his march toward Fafnir.

They are indeed just remnants of the concept of dragons; they completely lack the arrogance of the ancient dragons.

If the ancient dragons were here right now, they wouldn't run away.

They will accept it helplessly, and then fight to the death.

I will never regret the path I chose.

This is Gu Long.

"Your ancestor, the first Fafnir dragon, was given flesh and blood and then slain in the distant forest, its body nourishing the later Anti-Magic Stone Forest."

"I thought this was something I would only do once, but I never expected to encounter a second Fafnir dragon after all these years."

"But this time, I will not bury you in the distant forest, because you are not worthy to serve my brothers."

The last sentence left Fafnir frozen in place.

It murmured:

"who are you?"

The god had already approached it, holding the holy sword.

The Holy Sword's radiance was still as dazzling as ever.

It seemed capable of piercing the sky.

A dragon is still a dragon; even when terrified and with nowhere left to retreat, it is still infinitely superior to the gods.

At this moment, the giant dragon, which had retreated to the edge of the snow-capped mountain, seemed to be looked down upon by that seemingly insignificant deity.

The deity did not answer it immediately, but merely glanced at the snow-capped mountains that now only consisted of Fafnir and laughed:

“You seem to have said that those of you who have done all this can be brutal, crazy, and do whatever you want, but you can’t be a clown.”

"But now, it seems that you are the only one who didn't actually become a clown because you didn't run away."

"Isn't this a bit too funny?"

Fafnir swallowed hard and repeated his previous question:

"who are you?"

The god shook his head and then raised his holy sword and swung it forward.

The sword light cleaved through the world.

They also severed the dragon's head.

The enormous black dragon head rolled straight down at the god's feet.

At this point, the deity from the past spoke to the black dragon's still-crimson vertical pupils:

“I don’t like to talk about mortals like my brothers do, but I’d be happy to do what they do for you.”

"Mortal, listen carefully! I was once called Fingofin, the youngest son who wielded the Holy Sword!"

"Do you still consider yourself a so-called noble dragon, Drakarian?"

Black Dragon naturally couldn't answer Moen.

But its scarlet vertical pupils were completely dimmed.

The god shook his head and then turned his gaze to the world that was beginning to crumble because of the loss of Fafnir.

After a moment, He said with amusement:

"How can you even bring yourself to say 'don't be a clown'?"

The three-headed dragons who promised not to become clowns ended up all becoming clowns themselves.

Chapter 322 The God Who Flees in Disarray Before the Girl (4k)

Standing before the corpse of the enormous black dragon, the deity who had slain the evil dragon lowered his head slightly to look at the holy sword in his hand.

It's very different from back then.

That was His only thought.

Behind the deity, a girl wearing a white robe and with golden hair hanging down in front of her was already standing behind the deity.

Upon noticing this, the god transformed back into Moen.

He turned his head and looked at the girl in front of him, momentarily at a loss for words.

The Three Sisters Who Guard the Holy Sword

Moen treated everyone well, but he let down the female leads.

Therefore, every meeting is a huge test.

And the fact that the other party showed no remorse was even more terrifying.

A moment of relief will only be followed by greater guilt.

He could only manage a weak smile:

"It seems like I've kept you waiting for too long."

Unlike the goddess of storms, the three sisters who guard the holy sword are all a head shorter than Moen.

So she slightly raised her head and looked up at the deity before her.

"It hasn't been that long, it's just that the stars in the sky have changed positions."

These words immediately made Moen lower his head.

And the girl continued:

"Also, when I'm alone with this sword, I really can't find anything else to do, so I can only keep looking at this sword."

Moen lowered his head more and more, becoming increasingly helpless.

The girl stepped forward and grasped Moen's hand that held the holy sword.

“But the sword has been pulled out, and it was you who pulled it out, so my mission is finally over, and I can go find my sisters.”

The girl's hands were cold, but within that coldness lay a touch of gentleness and warmth unique to women.

So, will you come with us?

The girl's hand was already on the blade of the holy sword.

This was the holy sword belonging to the youngest son, but as the girl's fingers gently traced its edge, the blade also shone with a soft glow.

Moen then looked at her palm and asked:

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

"All I want now is to go back to my sisters."

"I understand, we will go and find them."

The girl smiled happily and said:

"My older sister and younger sister will be very happy."

Finally, the girl took the holy sword from Moen's hands and said:

"After all, we are like this sword; we are incomplete when we are separated."

In the hands of the gods, the holy sword is a sharp blade to slay evil dragons.

In the girl's hand, as she spoke, her palm brushed against something.

The holy swords shattered and crumbled one after another.

In the end, only the hilt and a small section of the broken sword remained.

This is the truth behind why the descriptions of the Holy Sword and the elves are inconsistent.

The original holy sword was divided into three parts and then reforged into three swords.

All three are holy swords, yet none of them are holy swords.

Only in this way can others have the possibility of wielding the holy sword.