Huh? Are they all real?.

What a pity.

Behind Moen, the three sisters rushed forward to support her.

In order to prevent him from actually collapsing.

"How about it?"

When asked by her eldest daughter, Moen shook her head and said:

"It's nothing serious. After all, I am indeed the master of the Holy Sword. I'm not forcibly using the Holy Sword. I'm just a little exhausted."

"Let us help you to a seat first."

Before Moen could answer, he keenly noticed three pairs of eyes.

One finds it amusing, another is indifferent, and the third is suspicious.

And after a moment of doubt, the last suspicious gaze transformed into something else entirely—a gaze that Moen couldn't quite put his finger on, but which felt particularly ominous.

This made Moen break out in a cold sweat.

He had never heard of a hero fighting a dragon facing a chaotic battlefield.

So Moen quickly broke free from the three sisters' support and said:

"Not yet, there are still things that need to be resolved."

"What could be more important than letting you rest first?"

This time, it was the youngest daughter who spoke up. She, who had been hiding behind her older sisters, finally couldn't help but stand up.

Moen could only rub his youngest daughter's head, enduring the gazes of the other three, and say:

"It's not dead yet."

"what?"

This time, not only the three sisters, but even the other three goddesses looked in astonishment at the stinking mountain of flesh that had been split in two.

I don't see any signs of restoration!

"That's just because the injury was too severe, exceeding the limits of what it could handle, which slowed down the recovery. We can ignore it now; it will return to its previous state in a while."

Moen knew all too well how this thing could be immortal and demonized.

It's so obvious you can tell at a glance.

However, Moen didn't know why things had turned out this way.

After all, he couldn't recall any other way to destroy the nineteen rings.

That requires his blood.

Holy blood can only end with holy blood.

This is an ironclad law that has long been etched into the underlying logic of the world, so why has it become like this?

"What should I do?"

In response to his second daughter's question, Moen extended his hand and said:

"Have you prepared the potion I asked you to prepare before?"

On the way to the Knights' Sanctuary, Moen asked his second daughter to prepare the necessary materials.

In response, the second daughter stated directly:

"Of course, do you want it? Then let me use the Holy Sword first."

Moen handed the holy sword to the second daughter without any objection.

The second daughter, having obtained the holy sword, then drew a line towards the sky.

This surprised the gods and kings, as the other party had blocked their view.

This made Moen ask, somewhat strangely:

Why are you blocking their view?

Could it be to prevent the gods from seeing through the Sequence 5 formula of the new approach?

So cautious?

As soon as he finished speaking, Moen knew the answer.

Because the second daughter placed the potion in the middle of her chest!

She pulled open her coat and reached into her collar, quickly pulling out the magic potion that had been stuck in her chest.

Moen wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like he heard something like a cork being pulled out when the second daughter took out the potion.

Is it just my imagination? It can't be that tight, can it?

After this subconscious reaction occurred to him, Moen quickly shook his head to dispel the thoughts.

The bottle of potion was delivered by the second daughter along with the holy sword.

"Ah, no need, we don't need the Holy Sword for now."

Moen accepted the potion, which still carried the warmth and faint fragrance of his second daughter, and was somewhat at a loss for words.

Fortunately, the holy sword blocked other people's view.

What was previously misunderstood has now become Moen's greatest comfort.

If the goddesses saw this, he would definitely be in a real predicament.

But immediately, Moen noticed that two pairs of eyes were staring at him, making his back feel a little stinging.

They are not the eldest and youngest daughters; these sisters are different from other sisters, and they cannot be considered as three separate individuals.

Moreover, they were both directly in front of Moen, while the two pairs of gazes came from behind.

This made Moen turn around and look at him immediately.

Then, Moen saw the sacred tree and the sacred spear.

Ah, the four sacred artifacts share the same origin.

Suddenly, the potion, which was only warm, felt hotter than dragon's breath to Moen.

The eldest son, who had escaped the slightest harm from the world-destroying dragon's breath, seemed about to be burned to death by the woman's body heat.

He swallowed hard.

Life had to go on, so Moen had no choice but to grit his teeth and drink the potion.

Compared to the previous complexities, the potion recipe for Sequence 5 of the new pathway is surprisingly simple.

It's the kind of scammer that, if shown to others, will definitely be seen as a fraudster, and a very stupid one at that.

Because it requires only two materials—ice water that has never melted in at least one era, and a stone from the time of creation.

Of these two, ice water that failed to melt throughout an entire era is somewhat difficult to find, while stones from the Genesis era are generally found everywhere if you're lucky.

The ritual was simple yet very strange: it was to be taken in the Knights' Sanctuary.

Behind Moen is the Knights' Sanctuary.

Honestly, it's way too simple.

This is the simplest of all the Sequence 5s that Moen knows.

Moen still remembers the surprise he felt when he first saw this place.

If he hadn't repeatedly verified the truth of the matter, he would have seriously doubted whether the prophet had tricked him.

But why the Knights' Sanctuary?

With this question in mind, Moen couldn't help but turn around and glance at the Knights' Sanctuary behind him.

The ancient sanctuary still stands quietly here, just as it was at the beginning, imbued with a profound sense of history.

Moen recalled his unexpected stay in the pure white world; something was clearly not right.

Is it because of this?

Moen had no evidence; he just felt that way.

A moment later, Moen withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards Coruscant.

The three sisters, each wielding a holy sword, followed closely behind Moen.

The goddesses in the sky landed directly next to the dragon's corpse.

The girls' gazes, whether in front of or behind him, sent a chill down Moen's spine.

Fortunately, they didn't intend to fight.

I need to become Sequence Zero as soon as possible to initiate the ultimate plan.

With this thought in mind, Moen, who kept his head lowered even more in the girls' sight, silently walked to the rotting mountain of flesh.

It seemed to sense Moen's arrival.

The headless mountain of flesh actually made a sound.

Of course, that could also be described as a question:

"Why? Traitor!"

Upon hearing this, Moen stopped in his tracks.

The girls' gazes were finally no longer filled with interrogation and coldness.

Because they all knew that this was their king's important business.

After a moment's hesitation, the three sisters left first. The other three goddesses followed suit.

The stage was left entirely to the last son and this final ancient dragon.

It was far from being fully restored, but now the dragon's body is repairing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is said that even if it is repaired, it will shatter and fall into pools of rotten flesh due to the residual power of the holy sword.

Clearly, its rage drove it to rise and kill the traitor before it. But before the lingering power of the holy sword, rage was nothing more than rage.

Looking at this colossal dragon, Moen asked with a complex expression:

"Whom do you represent?"

But the dragon did not answer Moen; it simply continued with its previous questioning:

"why?"

This made Moen raise his eyebrows slightly.

He reached out and placed his hand on the softened, muddy dragon scales, feeling them carefully for a moment.

Moen then gave up on asking.

There is no clear consciousness; it is merely a complex mixture of numerous negative emotions.

It's likely that someone has accumulated the negative consciousness stemming from the world's banquet of betrayal onto it.

He is a pure vengeful spirit, with no possibility of communication whatsoever.

Since that's the case, there's no need to continue.

Moen sighed, then cut open his hand and pressed his bloodied palm back onto the dragon scales.

The next moment, the towering black mist instantly evaporated from the mountain of flesh.

Its restorative power comes from the demonization brought about by the holy blood.

Then it can naturally be broken with holy blood.

This enormous black fog is the collection of all the negative emotions that have taken away Coruscant.

It is also an immense and terrifying force.

This power was so great that it even broke through the shield of the holy sword.

It is just that because of this almost endless negative emotion, even the gods failed to see what was happening at this moment.

Or rather, they didn't feel the need to see it.

The mountain of flesh, split in two, began to repair itself as it shrank due to the touch of the sacred blood and the evaporation of the black mist.