Huh? Are they all real?.

It is said that it even joined the coalition when the pure white Aurora intervened in the Seven Hills.

This prompted the dwarves to prepare dragon-slaying crossbows as if facing a formidable enemy. However, the enemy never appeared, even after the temporary return of King Turin and the end of the Seven Hills Incident.

Looking back now, it must have indeed joined, but like the later Heather family version of Drakarian, it took the money and ran away.

This was something Moen hadn't noticed. If he had, he might have realized sooner what was happening in the New World.

But then again, how could Moen possibly notice?

After all, that was just hearsay, and the other party never showed up at all.

But in any case, this tells Colossax that it's all over.

With the death of Bolesanx, who transformed into a Linde bug, the other two, even if they are still alive, are only temporarily alive.

After all, they are replicating a one-way street where there is no turning back and only success.

You either win everything or you lose everything.

Their failure did not leave Colosseum with much regret.

What truly drove Him to despair was that they took away almost all of the dragon race.

It was an insurance plan to prevent accidents, a way to lift the curse when ascending to godhood, and a calculated scheme to force Him to take a stand.

It died, which meant the dragon race died with it.

So, as the only deity of the dragon race, are you really not going to stand up and help them?

The result was obvious: Kolossanques really did step up.

but

The breeze carried away the shattered dragon teeth.

The goddesses in the sky seemed to have lost all their strength at this moment when they discovered that the ancient dragon was impossible to kill.

The light in its eyes gradually dimmed, and its once proud and high-held head now drooped like a withered flower along with its remaining dragon wings, no longer able to face the sky.

Each of its dragon scales resembled rusty armor, radiating a desolate sense of impending doom, silently chewing on its loneliness.

Its massive body slowly collapsed, like a lone mountain crumbling.

He is no longer a god; He has lost all his strength.

It was merely a dragon that didn't even know why it was still alive.

The Lonely Mountain, which had supported the dragon race for several eras, finally collapsed.

"What happened to it?"

The Dark Moon Goddess Selene looked down at the ancient dragon with a puzzled expression.

Denise, however, quietly said:

"It's over there."

Unexpectedly, Selene asked a question directly:

"Is it over there?"

This surprised Denise, a goddess who rarely showed her emotions.

"You came here knowing nothing?"

Selene, however, said:

"Just knowing that I should come over is enough."

This made Denise frown slightly.

In theory, the dark moon should be hanging in the sky and being watched.

So she couldn't quite tell whether the other person genuinely didn't know or was pretending not to.

However, Selene had no intention of continuing the topic.

She simply looked down at the ancient dragon and said:

“I have seen similar cases before, that devil, the noble firstborn son from the abyss who was destined never to be born.”

"His appearance was a destined sacrifice, so the primordial also bestowed upon Him supreme glory and powerful protection."

“That devil’s situation is very similar to His current state,”

"These are all incomprehensible blessings that demonstrate impossible miracles."

Upon hearing this, Denise shook her head and said:

"I have never heard of such a thing. Don't doubt it, you are a later person, after all, I was much earlier than you."

"That's true in every aspect, you know?"

For some reason, Denise's emotions became noticeably more complex.

This only happened before, when she possessed a girl's body.

Hearing these two seemingly pointed remarks...

Selene, who also seemed to realize something, simply ignored her and sneered:

"She's just an old woman who should be buried in the dustbin of history."

"What's so great about your pathetic experience? It's nothing but making you look old!"

"Furthermore, how can a weapon discipline its master? That's incredibly unprofessional, Rungomminiad!"

Denise slightly raised her chin.

She felt a little annoyed.

She rarely felt this way.

"Why can't I understand the last sentence?"

Selene turned around with a smile.

That smile was so beautiful, a beauty that anyone who saw it would remember for a lifetime.

But this smile, like moonlight, possessed only an elegant beauty without any warmth.

"Whatever you think means, that's what it means!"

You are nothing but a weapon, so why are you lecturing me, your master's proper spouse?

Denise raised her chin even higher, her eyes unusually filled with anger.

This woman really sees me as a weapon!

“I came much earlier than you, in everything. You are just a poor bat who came later and was lucky enough to get a little sympathy and charity.”

"So, could you please recognize your own place?"

"A bat that doesn't even suck blood?"

Even though they were fighting side by side just a moment ago, the two goddesses have now begun to clash.

Although no one explained it.

But everyone knows why.

It's just that everyone has been keeping quiet about it for the sake of someone's safety.

After all, it was something whose perilous nature could be understood even from a mere glimpse.

Facing the Storm Goddess, who was a head and a half taller than him, and that provocative gaze.

The elegant moon goddess, abandoning all grace, directly confronted the other party, glaring at him.

The two were incredibly close, and because they were both of similar build, they ended up in a very peculiar position.

There is indeed a gap between the two, leaving a large blank space from the waist to the legs, but the two also truly touch everything.

If this scene appeared in an animation or painting, someone would be very happy to see it.

But if this happened in real life, some guy would definitely be sweating bullets and completely at a loss for words.

"We live on each other's blood, that's our oath. What do you know, you piece of scrap metal covered in rust?"

Denise simply sneered:

"What do I know? I really don't know anything, but I have noticed that some poor bat who knows everything actually copied what I did."

This statement made Selene raise an eyebrow, slightly puzzled:

"You can't even speak properly. It seems that everyone was right to say you're a weapon. After all, you're so stupid you're not like a living person."

Denise laughed even harder:

"Ah, you still haven't figured it out? It seems like you're the one who's stupid beyond belief! Well, how could the goddess of vampires be a living person? After all, she's a vampire!"

At the same time, Denise raised her left hand.

Upon seeing this, the goddess Selene finally realized what was happening, her pupils constricting slightly.

May our love be as pure and flawless as that of Lionheart and Storm Goddess, and may my love be as enduring as this ring.

She gave someone a hair ring made from her own hair.

The tradition of giving rings comes from the covenant between the Storm Goddess and the Lionheart.

It is said to be a tradition from the hometown of Lionheart.

However, people have yet to find the origin and source of this tradition.

This tradition exists in many places because of the covenant between Lionheart and Storm Goddess.

People say that no matter how precious a ring is, no matter how much effort a master has put into it, no matter how much wealth a country possesses, nothing can compare to a lock of hair that a girl cuts herself.

Because the former is an illusory and fleeting thing, something worthless that can be taken away, while the latter is true love that will always belong to you.

A precious ring can be bought again, a master's masterpiece can be replicated, and a nation's wealth can be robbed, but the love a girl poured into that strand of hair will forever belong to you!

It cannot be taken away by gods or kings.

This was unsurprisingly sacred and beautiful, but when the story's protagonists became her and the prototype, it changed.

Because of my love for someone and because I arrived a little late.

So Selene's momentum began to wane.

There will be another chapter in a moment

Chapter 328 The Moon Goddess Goes Berserk!

The Storm Goddess watched as the corners of her mouth gradually turned up.

Selene felt that his face must look terrible.

But she didn't even know how to answer the other person.

Especially after seeing her left hand, which was still raised.

She can still remember what she once said:

"Just like the great Lionheart and the Storm Goddess, may my love, my longing, and my protection be with you, my Your Majesty!"

Ah, ah, ah!

Just thinking about it made Selene's cheeks burn, her throat tighten, and her heart pound.

She was as pleased with this before as she is now finding it hard to resist.

But the problem is, no one could have imagined that the person she was imitating would try to steal her husband!

She actually didn't arrive as early as the other person!

what is this?

Denise, who had noticed the change in the moon goddess's emotions, could hardly contain herself as she smiled.

She was so happy, she had never been so happy before.

She remembers that she initially cut off a lock of her hair simply because her owner wanted it that way.

She herself didn't have many ideas.