Huh? Are they all real?.

He shouldn't still be here!

This strange moment made Moen pick up the holy sword and look around.

But all he could see was a pure white world, indistinguishable in terms of direction or even size.

After a moment's thought, Moen shouted directly:

"Who invited me here?"

But the pure white world did not respond to Moen's voice.

Moen could only raise an eyebrow and wait for the change to happen.

However, he also noticed that the stone tablet behind him, which had returned to its normal size, was still being slowly eroded by the blank space.

After the last bit of color on the stone tablet was completely lost.

Moen then returned to the present world.

Upon meeting, Moen asked the three sisters:

How long did I stay there?

The three sisters said at the same time:

"We arrived almost one after the other."

After saying this, the eldest daughter asked:

"What's wrong?"

Moen's question clearly indicates that something has happened.

However, Moen, who was completely clueless about the problem, could only shake his head and say:

"No, maybe I'm overthinking it."

Seeing that Moen had said that, the three sisters stopped asking questions.

Instead, they all looked south.

They sensed something approaching from over there.

Moments later, the three sisters saw the shining holy spear descend from the sky as divine punishment.

They even saw the dark moon still visible in the sky, even though it was daytime!

"what happened?"

The three sisters looked at each other, somewhat confused about what had happened.

The next moment, a dragon's roar that resounded through the sky tore through the clouds.

The sound even transformed into an immense amount of energy, which then stirred up a storm that swept over the area.

But before the storm could fully arrive.

With a gentle swing of the holy sword by Moen, the storm stirred up by the roar instantly subsided.

However, the roar did indeed travel over:

"Fenguofen! You deserve to die!"

As the embodiment of a vengeful spirit, the eldest son is undoubtedly the target of its inevitable revenge.

Only now did Moen see who that thing was.

Kolothances, or rather, the undead monster that was once Kolothances.

He watched as the evil dragon, which had smashed through the mountains, charged toward him.

After sighing, Moen stood in front of the three sisters with the Holy Sword in hand.

He raised the holy sword and held it in front of him, responding softly to the dragon:

“I am Fen Guofen, and I am right here.”

The response was extremely simple, yet it left the entire world breathless.

Because this is the only eldest son who has returned!

Let me organize the rest of the text and update again tomorrow. Tonight, only one chapter.

Chapter 334 Holy Sword, Draw the Blade (5k)

The attention already drawn by the divine war was now almost entirely focused on this noble eldest son.

The first life created in the beginning and the first true innate gods.

This is the definition of the eldest son.

They do not need to follow the divine path, because they are born as sequence zero deities, naturally possessing uniqueness.

It is said that at the beginning of creation, the great primordial being first created his firstborn son in his own image to accompany him.

Then, heaven and earth, water and fire, light and darkness were created for the gods so that they could have a place to stand in the vast void.

These are all clearly recorded in the scriptures of major religions.

Almost every deity's canon begins with a record of the creation myth.

There are very few exceptions.

In the present day, the primordial creator has long since fallen into eternal slumber, and the firstborn sons left behind to manage the world have all perished due to the madness of the Book of Revelation.

Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, they were able to see their firstborn son alive.

Although the gods and kings of today have hardly ever seen the youngest son, Fen Guofen.

But no one can mistake that iconic holy sword.

The sword of the last son, which was said to be enshrined in the sanctuary of mourning but has since disappeared.

Countless gazes appeared on the horizon.

The gods and kings had no intention of fighting an unkillable dragon.

But they were curious to see how the youngest son, the most mysterious even among the eldest, would deal with this immortal dragon.

As for why Kolossanx harbors such deep hatred for the youngest son...

That's common knowledge.

Because the near extinction of the ancient dragon race was led by the youngest son.

Although everyone who knows that history thinks it was the ancient dragons' own doing, for Kolossanx, who is an ancient dragon, this hatred is obviously something he can never forget.

After all, the nickname of the youngest son, Fen Guofen, was "Dragon Slayer," a term that was too bloody for the dragon race.

They may never know that the reason why 'Kolossanx' is so angry at this moment is not because of this.

It comes for a more distant and hidden anger.

That anger simply ruled over everything.

So much so that its wings, which should have been soaring through the sky, were forgotten, and it crashed through mountains and destroyed fortresses along its way.

"Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"

Ancient questions kept spewing from the dragon's throat.

Then it transformed into a terrifying dragon's breath that surged forth.

The three goddesses, who had been battling the dragon, also stopped.

They seemed curious about how the youngest son would fight the evil dragon.

Or perhaps the monster that even the three gods couldn't kill was actually killed by the eldest son from a distant age of gods who knew how to kill it.

The gods were not quite sure why the Dark Moon and the Sacred Tree were involved.

Standing before the three sisters and the Knights' Sanctuary, Moen couldn't help but glance at the dark moon rising in the sky and the faintly visible sacred tree.

This made his brow twitch uncontrollably.

Compared to them, even the evil dragon in front of them seemed exceptionally cute.

Of course, Moen couldn't really take this dragon for granted.

After all, this is tantamount to creating a monster by oneself.

Seeing the surging, scorching dragon breath, Moen's response was simple.

He glanced at the holy sword in his hand, then at the evil dragon in the distance.

Moen lowered his head and whispered something to the holy sword in his hand:

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long!"

The dragon's flames swept towards the altar like a raging torrent, melting and crystallizing everything in their path, as if the world itself was about to be devoured in this endless inferno.

The light and color of heaven and earth were completely stolen by this terrifying thing.

The eldest son, who was holding the holy sword, straightened his stance and raised the sword high behind him.

"This brilliance is the hope of the stars and the proof of life that illuminates the earth!"

As the youngest son began to call upon the Holy Sword, it instantly burst forth with dazzling light, shining like a beacon of hope in this dark and desperate situation. The light flowed along the blade, not only responding to its master's call but also gathering enough power to fight against the evil dragon.

The brilliance of the holy sword has shone so brightly that even the gods and kings have taken notice.

And the destructive dragon breath also arrived before the sanctuary.

Before the dragon's breath completely engulfs everything.

All the audience members heard the final son's resounding reply:

"Holy Sword, draw your sword!"

If the dragon's breath is meant to burn everything in the world, leaving only a desolate and barren world of ashes.

Then the Holy Sword of the last son gave them the feeling of directly cleaving the world in order to awaken the primordial chaos.

The brilliance of the holy sword first shot straight into the sky, striking directly at the barrier that blocked the gods from reaching the starry sky, causing it to shimmer with endless ripples.

Then, following the last son's swing, he suddenly slashed forward.

The holy sword, forged from the dead sun, undoubtedly unleashed its full power in the hands of its true master.

The seemingly unstoppable, scorching dragon breath was completely torn apart and wiped out by the holy sword.

It then struck the roaring dragon directly.

The dragon, which had been relentlessly advancing despite being besieged by the three goddesses, finally stopped for the first time under the full force of the holy sword.

The once majestic and ferocious dragon has been transformed into a foul-smelling lump of flesh, split in two and still dissolving.

The smoke that dissipated as the body dissolved was undoubtedly proof of the holy sword's power.

Ever since he forged the Holy Sword, Moen had been looking forward to this day.

That was the only hope and solace for a traveler who could not return home.

Although the wait has been far too long, it has finally arrived.

The traveler, who could no longer return home, has finally fulfilled another expectation.

After delivering the sword strike, Moen smiled knowingly, then staggered and nearly fell.

At this moment, he is ultimately not the last son to return.

He has always been Morne Cromwell.

As the owner of the Holy Sword, he could naturally use it, but using it to challenge the gods was still an excessive waste of his energy.

But it's okay, Moen is very satisfied.

Long live the Emperor!

Unfortunately, as a man, he couldn't possibly tell an undead monster, "I'm not a man," and then plunge his sword into the monster's helmet while the monster was still in shock.

Compared to the present, that was the classic that Moen always wanted to recreate.

John Ronald R.R. Tolkien's works are truly classics.

It's just that there's clearly no chance of it being replicated.