Huh? Are they all real?.

"Therefore, I must kill you!"

The radiant ring was rekindled by him.

He's already wasted too much time; it's time to end this.

However, this powerful force quickly dissipated.

Because a hand was firmly placed on his ring.

The Ring, which had once been like his third arm, seemed to vanish at this moment, completely severing its connection with him.

A voice also rang out at this moment:

"Forgive me for being late."

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At this moment, look at the strange man who has grasped the horned man's right hand.

Everyone, including the horned people, felt an unprecedented sense of confusion.

Who is this guy?

Why have I never seen it before?

Is he an enemy or a friend?

If they were enemies, why did you stop them?

If they were friends, how could they stop that terrifying power?

Faced with a life-or-death situation, countless seemingly superfluous thoughts suddenly emerged.

This caused a brief silence to fall over the entire scene.

The silence was broken by the sudden fall of the Grand Lord of Midgard.

The power of the One Ring surpassed that of the angels.

That was an overwhelming crushing defeat.

Therefore, it is quite a miracle that the Great Lord has been able to hold out until now.

When the situation changed, he vaguely guessed who was coming.

The great lord, who was already forcing himself to persevere, could naturally let go.

"teacher?!"

"grown ups!"

Amidst the gasps of the crowd in the courtyard.

The horned man's face began to contort into a hideous grimace.

Because he felt a tremendous force coming from his hands.

It was as if it was trying to crush its own hands with all its might.

This forced him into a power struggle with the other party.

Watching my arm gradually bend.

The man in the corner knew that if this continued, he would definitely be tackled to the ground by the opponent's backhand grab.

So he tried to turn his face to look at the person next to him.

At this moment, the eyes of the horned man and Moen finally met.

Anger lurked in Moen's eyes.

The horned man's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Because he had absolutely no idea why Moen was there.

But a moment later, the horned man laughed again:

"You really are full of variables!"

"The Creator has given you too much love that you shouldn't have, my Lord Fingolfin!"

As he said this, the horned man's body could no longer resist bending along with his bent arms.

Clearly, in a simple contest of strength, he was at a disadvantage as expected.

"You've done so many things you shouldn't have done, you madman!"

"A madman? I'm not a madman. I'm just trying to get this world back on track, Lord Fingolfin."

Although he was smiling, the corners of his mouth were twitching because his arm was about to break.

"What about the power of the Ring? Does it feel good to abuse this kindness?"

“Powerful beyond imagination, Lord Fingolfin. I must even say that if it weren’t for you creating those nineteen rings, we probably wouldn’t have been able to accomplish many things.”

Moen said with disgust:

"You disgust me! You turned my gift into a devil's dagger!"

Although it was to pay homage to the classic character from Lord of the Rings—Sauron, the Dark Lord.

But his original intention when he made the nineteen rings was indeed to give people a gift.

just

Ultimately, power was abused.

"Lord Feng Guofen, how dare you speak to me like that? Do you really think you can absolve yourself of any responsibility?"

"Leaving aside the One Ring in my hand, look at what you left behind. Compared to you, what we've created is nothing."

"You rely on the Creator's favor and trample on the Creator's iron law, which means you have always been favored. Otherwise, how would you bear the consequences of violating the iron law?"

"What will you offer as an apology to those who have suffered as a result?"

Hearing this, Moen couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

This caused the horned man, who was bowing even lower, to twitch and laugh:

"Look, you know that what we've done is nothing compared to what you've done!"

In response, Moen crushed his hand bones.

Then, amidst the horned man's heart-wrenching screams of pain, he looked at him and said:

"You idiot, why do you guys always torture me with these kinds of things? Do you really think it's useful?"

The horned man's expression showed confusion amidst his pain.

Why is it not quite what he expected?

Moen's face was already close to his as he said:

"I may have made a lot of mistakes, but you have no right to tell me what to do. You're nothing but a lowly scoundrel!"

Arguing with the horned man about right and wrong, he was left red-faced and humiliated by his words.

It won't happen.

Because in Moen's mind, the horned people had no right to talk to him.

He's just a villain who thinks he has a bunch of reasons to believe him.

Moen had neither the inclination nor the inclination to argue with such a character.

If he had one, Moen would have been driven crazy by those countless save files long ago.

Moen, holding the horned man's almost completely shattered arm, lifted him in front of him.

"If I have any regrets, it's that I came too late. Otherwise, I would have cut your head off and used it as a football long ago!"

Looking at Moen, who was completely unmoved by his words.

The horned man suddenly laughed and said:

"As expected of the eldest son who is high above all others, my lord."

"Ah, it seems you really are living in your own world."

Moen shook the ring and then took it from his hand.

Then another hand reached out toward his head.

Moen wants to end this guy's life completely.

Just before that.

The horned man suddenly said to Moen:

"You are the one who forged the Ring, so I am not at all surprised that the Ring does not react in your hands."

"But you were able to suppress me in the struggle. I think this must be due to your method. We are both Sequence Four."

“My lord, I am honored to be able to stand on the same side as the youngest son.”

Moen's hands showed no sign of stopping; he had already covered the horned man's entire face with his hands.

As Moen gradually increased his force, the horned man's skull cracked with a crisp sound.

The horned man's incessant chatter showed no sign of stopping.

"Ah, ah! Normally, it's impossible for people of the same class to have such a big difference between them. But you did it, so I knew I was right."

"The path you've chosen is the path of return, isn't it? Ah—! Ugh—!"

The horned man's skull was no longer making a faint cracking sound.

Now, visible deformation has indeed occurred.

In contrast, the expression on his face became increasingly smug.

"Ah, what a perfect way to suit you! This must be another favor from the Creator!"

"With everything you've been through, I think even if you only reach the level of a demigod, you would still be the most powerful being in this world, second only to the Creator."

"And others, even those at Sequence Zero, are far from being your opponents accumulated over the years. Of course, the same applies to me."

"No matter how many cards I have, they can't compare to yours. In fact, my hand might very well have been made by you during your long journey."

The horned man's eyes were squeezed so tightly by the immense pressure that they felt like they were about to explode.

His voice was getting faster and faster:

“I think many people, even gods, would be proud of the works you left behind at a certain time and use them as an important trump card.”

“Oh, O Primordial One, I have seen how pathetic it is to be your enemy in this situation.”

"With the principle of return, you can return to the 'Supreme Ones' of the past. Then, your opponents will most likely still be wielding your weapons."

"The God of War, did the God of War also die like this? What a pity, he should have been the strongest god in history. Of course, if he had given up everything."

"That was also the only god I previously thought could possibly defeat you head-on."

The intense pain even caused the horned man to instinctively raise his hand in an attempt to stop Moen from continuing.

But his voice kept rambling on and on:

"What a pity, I didn't get to witness the death of the God of War. That would have been incredibly exciting."

"What on earth are you going to say?"

At this point, even Moen couldn't help but ask this question.

The horned man seemed to be waiting for Moen to ask that question.

"Ah. You asked, you asked. I thought you wouldn't ask."

The horned man, who could only move one hand, trembled as he pulled out a small round mirror from his robes—a card he had prepared to fight against the goddess.

The moment the horned man saw the mirror, he clearly felt the force with which the other person was gripping his head weaken.

The other party was also surprised!

This made him laugh even harder:

"This is the sealed artifact 1-007 that holds the principle of return!"