Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 323 We're Not Friends Anymore (4k)

The wind and snow on the snow-capped mountain continued to howl and advance.

But in the distance, one can see the fragmentation and peeling that represent departure.

This time is different from the one in Avalon.

Because this represents the failure of the three-headed dragon, everything that they devoured will be restored to its rightful place.

It's just that the speed seems a bit slow because there are still two dragons left.

Their demise is inevitable, but they themselves do not seem to intend to accept it so easily.

So they are still trying to escape using every method they can think of.

Unable to devour everything outside, the Linde insects are now constantly fleeing and gnawing at everything here.

It is a dragon that devours reality, and also a dragon that weaves the world.

Of course, that would only be after one has successfully ascended to godhood.

And it is now trying to use the authority that it will only have after ascending to godhood ahead of time.

They planned to protect themselves by weaving a cocoon around the world.

So now it is constantly crawling forward across the chaotic land.

Behind it lies a vast expanse of blank space and emptiness.

Whether this method will work or not, even Moen might not be able to say for sure.

Because this is something no one has ever done before.

However, one thing is certain: it was destined to fail.

I don't know if it was fate or just a coincidence.

In short, the direction the Linde worm is heading is precisely where the other holy sword lies.

In those ruins, the people who had built a temporary settlement around it saw the Linde bugs coming to devour everything, but it was too late to move.

The superhumans tried to stop the bloated, monstrous creature, but they soon discovered they were completely helpless.

The attack not only failed to work, but it even seemed to be accelerating the process.

However, because a large number of ordinary people who could not be evacuated in time had gathered behind them, they could only continue to make futile attempts.

After glancing at the approaching monster, the elf hurriedly asked the girl still kneeling before the holy sword behind him:

"Can you stop it?"

The girl shook her head and then nodded, saying:

"Not really, unless it gets very close, but it obviously won't get that close."

"Why? Isn't it heading straight this way?"

The girl said:

"It is heading this way because it wants to devour enough matter. The large number of souls gathered here and the extraordinary resources you brought are obviously more useful than mountains and forests."

"So it will head this way, but I can also feel the fear in its eyes. It must have seen my sisters before, so it will go around me after it sees me, but it will still gnaw on you."

"If I'm not close enough, I can't really hurt it, and an attack that's not qualified will only be feeding it."

The elf raised an eyebrow and said:

"So you really have no solution?"

"It's a Linde worm that devours reality. The world has collapsed, so it must be trying to weave a world cocoon for itself to escape the collapse."

At this point, the girl also showed a moment of doubt:

"It's strange. The world collapsing means one of them is missing. Its fear of me means it has seen one of my sisters. But we, separated, cannot kill them. We can only protect ourselves."

"Please don't worry about that anymore, it's already very close. I implore you to give us a useful solution; there are still too many people here!"

The girl was pulled back to reality by the elf's voice, and she could only shake her head slightly.

"It's now focused on survival, and I don't have any good solutions. I can only recommend that you try to get as many people as possible out of here. It won't stop or turn back for you; it will just devour everything it can as quickly as possible."

"Wait, perhaps if we can slow it down a little, things will turn around."

"What do you mean?"

The elf raised an eyebrow slightly and asked.

The girl said seriously:

"It seems to be running for its life. There seems to be something chasing it. Although I can't sense what is chasing it, if we can stop it, we might be able to catch up with the person chasing it."

"But you said that an attack that is not qualified only provides it with unnecessary nourishment."

"Yes, but temporarily stopping someone and successfully causing harm are two different things. I will try my best to help you, but this is only a possibility, and I cannot guarantee that it will definitely work."

"I understand."

Having learned all this, the elf immediately got up and walked outside.

Under the organization of the elves, they stockpiled large quantities of dragon oil and high explosives.

At the same time, the elf also shouted to the extraordinary individuals:

"As you all probably already know, apart from those who are from the present, we are basically existing as echoes of the past, so I ask those people to come with me."

"That thing is for the souls of the mortals behind us and the vast amount of supplies hoarded here."

“I have no way to deal with that monster, but I know how to use dragon oil to inscribe a large-scale secondary explosion magic circle.”

The elf was a veteran who had followed the Eternal King and had experienced all kinds of wars, most of which were extremely intense.

So in order to adapt to that terrifying battlefield.

The elves also learned many things, such as what he wanted to do now was the large-scale sacrificial ritual that the beastmen used on them during the War of Tears.

By simply using a large amount of dragon oil to create an almost brutal ritual, one can create unimaginable pyroclastic explosions by continuously adding extraordinary individuals as sacrifices.

This was not a ritual developed by the elves, but it was taken in and learned by the elves after the war.

“I need enough extraordinary individuals to join me as sacrifices for the self-destruction, so I implore you all to join me. After all, this is the most suitable option at present.”

"We are the dead who echo our memory; we bear the mission of paving the way for those who come after us!"

"Of course, I know I have no reason to ask you to believe this is true, after all, our feelings are so real, but I still urge you."

"I urge you to make your own contributions for future generations."

The elf, standing amidst a barrage of explosives and dragon oil, earnestly pleaded with the silent superhumans.

The monster in the distance was getting closer and closer; people could even feel its rapid breathing.

The sound was as terrifying as an abyss and as raging as a storm.

Those who were willing to come under these circumstances have shown tremendous courage.

It would be unfair to ask them to sacrifice their lives under such circumstances.

The elf's idea was indeed correct; it was the most appropriate one.

But this is indeed unreasonable.

Even if they know they are mostly just echoes of history.

As the elf said, the feeling was so real that they all felt truly alive.

So people hesitated, though no one left.

But no one actually stood up.

An axe passed through a man-high oil drum and reached the elf.

The dwarf carrying the axe cursed and said:

"Stop dawdling! Those who want to go, step forward. Those who don't, hurry back and take the people you can carry and run to either side! Are you all just sitting here waiting to die without doing anything?"

"Among us dwarves, you slowpokes aren't even qualified to light the hearth!"

Hearing the dwarf's voice, most of the crowd ran away in anger.

But they did indeed take action.

The remaining superhumans asked:

"Time is running out, so what should we do?"

After glancing at the remaining number of people, the elf said with slight unease:

"I will tell you everything I know, so please hurry, because time is really running out!"

Because the ritual was originally developed for the battlefield, the depiction of consciousness under the guidance of the elves was very fast.

Once everything was ready, the extraordinary individuals who were willing to stay took their places.

This was once a terrifying ritual developed by the berserkers for destruction.

But now it is being used as a desperate attempt to safeguard hope.

It must be said that the unpredictability of life is the most fascinating aspect of this world.

And when they finally finished outlining the ritual, the bloated monster burst through everything and rushed towards them.

It was as majestic as a mountain, almost completely obscuring the sky in front of them.

That sense of sheer size can only be truly felt by those who are actually there.

All other written descriptions seem incredibly empty and weak.

Faced with such a colossal creature, the dwarf glanced at the elf beside him and couldn't help but curse:

"I really didn't expect that I would be standing next to an elf and die."

To this, the elf lowered his head and chuckled:

"What if it's with a friend?"

The dwarf was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter:

"Then it would be my greatest honor!"

After pounding his chest, the dwarf extended his fist toward the elf and said:

"Although I am a grumpy dwarf, I am honored to have found a friend like you in this godforsaken place."

Seeing the other's outstretched fist, the elf also tried to extend its fist and touch it:

"I am also very honored to have made a friend from the dwarves, because I have heard that you are all extremely loyal to your friends."

The dwarf withdrew his hand and said:

"Of course, may the sacred tree protect your soul so that it may return home, my friend."

The elves said the same thing:

"Me too, may the dwarf's hammer and furnace fire receive your heroic soul, my friend."

Finally, the elf added:

"But your temper is really terrible."

The dwarf was stunned and said:

"Why are you bringing this up now?"

But after a moment, he shook his head and said:

"Fine, we're all going to die anyway. Alright, how's that ritual going? Time to begin, I can already smell that thing's stench!"

The elf nodded and smiled:

"Yes, it's time to begin, my friend."

"Hurry up, friend."

After the dwarf's voice of friendship faded, all the extraordinary beings standing there witnessed a scene they would likely never forget.

A massive sword beam descended from the sky, cleaving the enormous, bloated monster in two, causing it to fall before them.

This scene clearly stunned everyone.