Huh? Are they all real?.

They followed closely behind the goddess, completely covering and replacing the darkness.

It is likely that no one except Yggdrasil himself knows what that means.

However, the ominous sign still caught the attention of the two goddesses in the sky, and they felt a little uneasy about it.

"Something feels off."

"You don't need to tell me, I'm not blind."

Even right beneath them, they failed to notice Yggdrasil, who was so close at hand.

In this ruin of the War of the Gods, only Kolossanx himself noticed this.

But He, who was already waiting for death, had no intention of resisting.

After glancing at Yggdrasil briefly, he closed his eyes.

He was still covered and swallowed up by those branches made of shadows.

As Yggdrasil drew nearer, the dragon's heart was now within sight.

The dragon's body was swallowed up by the shadows formed from tree branches.

At this moment, all she needs to do is gently stretch forward to receive this crucial dragon heart and the divine blessing!

And the goddess herself did just that, slowly reaching out her hand toward the still-beating dragon heart.

Endless branches also climbed onto it.

They seemed to be trying to devour that incredibly important dragon heart, or perhaps they were trying to attach themselves to something more sacred.

This time, even Moen, who was still in that dilapidated world waiting to forge the sword at the last moment, felt a chill in his heart.

Amid the three sisters' confusion, he hesitantly took out his pocket watch.

Countless tiny branches have already climbed onto the pocket watch, heading towards and obscuring its center.

This scene instantly caused Moen's pupils to shrink sharply.

Because he remembered the last moment of that flawed history.

Those beautiful eyes floating in the sky, like a pocket watch, were enveloped by countless tiny twigs.

Back then, that beautiful eye wasn't as serious as the pocket watch is now.

Instinctively, Moen raised the holy sword.

Moen didn't know what this meant, but he knew he couldn't let the pocket watch be completely swallowed up and obscured by this branch that had appeared out of nowhere.

He simply didn't know if the unreforged holy sword would actually be of any use.

He wasn't even sure if the reforged holy sword would actually work.

At the same time, Yggdrasil's outstretched hand was just a hair's breadth away from touching the dragon's heart.

But it was also at this time.

Yggdrasil suddenly gasped and quickly withdrew his hand.

As he retreated, he stared in disbelief at his left hand, which he was gripping tightly.

And those ominous dark clouds and endless branches vanished the moment she stopped.

Even the pocket watch in Moen's hand returned to normal.

The holy sword, about to strike, also hovered above the pocket watch.

This unexpected turn of events left both Moen and Yggdrasil extremely surprised and puzzled.

This was a bizarre thing that even they didn't know why it happened.

With Yggdrasil's withdrawal.

In a faraway place, there lies an ancient ruin, dilapidated yet magnificent beyond compare, seemingly untouched by human hands.

The few people who had been waiting there heard a faint sigh.

Although no further instructions were given, they all knew what to do.

They glanced at each other.

Of the six people, five of them took off the rings they always wore.

It was placed respectfully on a long table whose rich history had obscured all its luxury and traces.

On that long table, there flows sacred blood that has dripped from the distant past.

Even after countless eras and countless historical events, this sacred blood from the past has never dried up.

They still flowed on the long table, as if they were still alive.

When the five people returned.

The last person who hadn't taken off his ring finally did so, but unlike his companions, he didn't place it on the long table.

Instead, he placed it in the center of the group of six.

There are no descriptions of any rituals or prayers.

They simply occupied six positions around the ring, forming a simple circle.

Without any instructions, they all raised their heads and instantly slit their own throats with the daggers they had prepared.

All six died together; the lives of the six men who upheld the precepts were thus sacrificed, and their bodies formed a perfect circle.

Thus, the number six six six was achieved.

The ring placed in the center of the group of six shattered instantly upon completion of the blasphemous number.

A drop of blood fell from the ring, not into the dust, but into the clouds.

Just like the sacred blood on that long table, the drops of blood transcend the barriers of time and space.

It transcends all concepts.

It fell from the clouds to the human world.

It dripped with perfect precision onto the ancient dragon's heart.

The ancient dragon, who had already closed his eyes and awaited death, suddenly opened them at this moment.

The wrecked body repaired itself at a frenzied speed, but even more frenzied was the dragon that rose up in an instant!

Chapter 330 The Destruction Dragon Seeking Revenge for the World (3k)

The ancient dragon suddenly rose up and let out a tremendous roar towards the entire world.

The roar seemed capable of tearing the world apart, inspiring terror.

In fact, it was indeed a terrifyingly powerful force.

The earth, already cracked by the war of the gods, is now even more severely fractured. The trees that had survived before are now completely destroyed, and the calm sandstorms are stirred up again by the terrifying dragon's roar.

"Why did you stand up again?!"

The moon goddess was greatly surprised.

Although the other party didn't die, it didn't look like they could still stand up.

Why is this happening all of a sudden?

Denise then stirred up a storm again and said to her:

"Stop talking about things that don't help the current situation!"

The enormous dark moon reappeared in the sky, and the longbow, which had once again coalesced, prompted the moon goddess to say:

"Can't we stop the confrontation at this point and quickly take care of this guy?"

Because they realized just how formidable the enemy was.

Therefore, Denise also expressed her agreement:

"I agree."

At the same time, as if sensing something, Denise raised her hand and gestured towards the distance.

The next moment, the Holy Lance, anchored to Avalon, returned to her hand.

The moment she saw the Holy Lance appear, the Moon Goddess breathed a heavy sigh of relief and said:

"Is it over there?"

"It seems so."

Denise frowned as she regained the Holy Lance.

Because she also regained her memories from that place.

Her master threw her out!

He had clearly agreed to carry the Holy Lance for his own safety, but in the end, he threw it away to protect others.

This greatly displeased Denise.

The only reason she felt comfortable letting Moen leave her was that he was absolutely invincible over there, wielding the Holy Lance!

Moreover, before the Holy Lance was thrown, she saw something that seemed familiar.

As more and more thoughts flooded her mind, she immediately interrupted them all and focused on the present moment.

"Let's see if we can kill Him this time!"

Daenerys nocked the Holy Lance onto the Moon Goddess's longbow. Selene herself was astonished to see the Holy Lance so readily placed on her own bow.

"Hey, hey, hey, right off the bat with the Holy Lance? Isn't that a bit over the top?"

The aloof moon goddess is definitely not a talkative or hesitant person, but at this moment, her persona has slightly changed.

No longer the lonely dark moon hanging high in the sky for countless generations, but a girl who, before being elevated to a divine status, was eager to exchange stories and more time together for hearty borscht.

After all, this is really a bit of an exaggeration.

This time, they might really sink the New World!

"That guy is clearly acting strangely. I'm afraid I won't be able to kill him if I don't use the Holy Lance directly!"

"What if we actually sank the New World?"

It already consisted of two sequence zeros, and now the Holy Lance has been added.

If that ancient dragon hadn't blocked it, the entire continent of Selene would surely have been sunk by that attack.

After all, it was just a rootless duckweed built on the corpses of five ancient dragons.

That's not the situation her king wants to see.

Denise, however, had already placed her hand on the longbow and placed it on Selene's hand, preparing to draw the bow.

“I know what you’re worried about, but now is the best time. Because everything that was swallowed up is being returned, and if we hurry, even if something goes wrong, it will be covered up.”

At this point, Selene, without saying another word, joined Denise in grasping the moon-white longbow.

They stood side by side, their four slender, fair hands firmly gripping the pure white moon bow. As the bowstring, nocked the holy lance, was drawn back by the two goddesses together, their aura surged wildly, as if to pierce through time and space, striking at the throat of fate.

This is an absolutely powerful blow that no god could withstand head-on.

Unless the devil himself came back to life wearing the seven crowns that had been stripped away.

But just as they drew their longbows to their full draw and were about to release them.

But they saw Yggdrasil.

"Wait first!"

Only then did the two goddesses realize that there was another goddess present!

This strange occurrence surprised them even more than the fact that the dragon had stood up again.

Because they didn't notice each other at all.

Denise, who had previously been in contact with Yggdrasil, did not experience much emotional fluctuation.

Selene, realizing what was happening, asked:

"Why is she here too???"