Huh? Are they all real?.

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The three sisters who guarded the holy sword knelt silently before it.

Behind them stood a magnificent yet dilapidated ancient temple.

They obeyed the last son's wish and would forever guard the holy sword he left behind.

Just like this dilapidated temple and the holy sword before them.

They no longer have owners.

They are just living mechanically, following the inertia of the past.

Under such circumstances, they had no idea how much time had passed outside.

They only knew that the reason they were still alive was to guard the holy sword left behind by their master.

People outside also know that a sacred object is hidden here.

So on this day, surrounded by countless people, a noble emperor walked towards them.

“I have established a nation that rules the entire world, so give me this sword. It will become the symbol of this nation and its supreme glory!”

"How is it? Pretty good, right?"

But the three sisters did not react at all.

This left the confident emperor disappointed and forced to return home.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Another person walked in, without the grand pomp and circumstance of an emperor.

But he possessed a majesty far exceeding that of an emperor who ruled the world.

"I have defeated everyone except myself, so give me this sword, or I will destroy you and this laughable sword!"

He wasn't lying, because the three sisters did indeed feel a power from him far beyond what they had imagined.

However, they did not waver.

While protecting the holy sword, they also silently placed their hands on it.

They will defend the holy sword with their lives, and at the last moment before their defeat, they will break it.

Having realized this, the invincible one could only leave disappointed.

Things are changing.

During this time, many more people came and wanted to take the Holy Sword.

But they didn't agree.

Today, the already dilapidated temple has become a complete ruin.

The only things that remain unchanged are the holy sword stuck in the campfire and the three sisters who, ever since that invincible one, have kept their hands on the holy sword, ready to break it at any moment.

On this day, another group of people walked into the ruins, trembling with fear.

They lacked the magnificence of an emperor and the power of an invincible being.

They were emaciated, dressed in rags, and starving.

They said they were refugees who had fled from afar.

Evil forces are ravaging their homeland.

They didn't come here because they heard there was a holy sword and wanted to obtain its power to fight evil.

They were just passing by.

As soon as it gets light, they will flee to a more distant place.

The refugees, who had no demands and no status, stirred a slight wavering in the three sisters.

They looked at each other.

A moment later, the youngest daughter released her hand from the sword:

"I remember this was a sword left for hope."

Then came the second daughter:

"I remember this was a sword left for the future."

Finally, the eldest daughter:

"I remember this was a sword reserved for the kind."

Completely different from the memories they were entrusted with, the three sisters each spoke of things and decisions that did not belong to their own memories.

Finally, the eldest daughter looked at her younger sisters and said:

"The resolution is passed, the triple restraints are lifted, and the Holy Sword Guardian is transformed into the Holy Sword Bearer. To fight against evil and protect hope."

The figures of the three sisters began to blur and overlap.

Ultimately, the three merged into one.

The three sisters who guarded the holy sword were thus elevated to the status of goddesses who wielded the holy sword—Valeria Kalindra.

The eldest daughter will be born at dusk, the second daughter during the day, and the youngest daughter at dawn.

This is everything that Mo Zi had planned for them at the very beginning.

When necessary, he will take over the holy sword, which still has no successor.

Although their memories were reshaped, they still did not forget their promise to Moen.

So Moen took another step forward.

Chapter 460 Taking Action (4k6)

Denise raised an eyebrow and looked around at everything.

Nothingness, darkness, nothing at all.

The same applies to time and space.

This is a place that could probably drive a person crazy within hours.

Some people might think that simple darkness and deathly silence wouldn't be so unbearable.

But in reality, it was a very horrific form of torture.

Because its true terror lies not in darkness itself, but in its obliteration of all standards by which existence is measured.

But you yourself know that you exist!

This is the most terrifying aspect of this environment.

It was also a place specially designed for Denise.

Because compared to mortals who have had their own existence from the very beginning.

Denise first endured this void for a long time before receiving the gift called the 'id'.

She knew better than anyone how terrifying it was to lose the means to measure one's own existence.

Because she has already experienced it.

However, she is both a goddess and a weapon.

Denise was initially able to silently endure everything.

And seriously consider why you are in this situation.

She remembered that she had gone to a certain place for something very important.

But what exactly was that?

The memories stripped away from Denise could not provide her with answers; she could only ponder them in the void.

I don't know how much time has passed; it could be a few hours or hundreds of years.

But this still did not shake Denise's resolve.

Then I just continued to endure this dull and boring state.

Gradually, even Denise began to find the torment unbearable.

Because she has her own heart and soul.

But this darkness denies all of this.

This is something more terrifying than death.

Denise, however, was still able to continue fighting against it with her strong will.

How much time has passed since then?

A thousand years? Ten thousand years? Or just a few days?

Denise didn't know.

But she knew the worst was yet to come.

Because she began to imagine light and sound in her mind.

These phosphorescent phantoms will not be her support; instead, they will increasingly erode her memories and soul.

Because this means that she has begun to fear the darkness!

For the first time in countless years, Denise's breathing became rapid.

Even gods would be defeated by such torture, and even weapons would be shattered.

Time continued to pass silently in the darkness.

Denise was finally on the verge of collapse.

At that moment, a voice rang out from the void.

That wasn't a hallucination; it was a tangible reality.

"Do you want to give up? If you give up, you'll be free!"

The weakened Denise looked up, following the direction of the sound.

Even the proud and aloof goddess of weapons appeared exceptionally delicate at this moment.

She asked the question that had been on her mind:

"Giving up what?"

"Give up some things that are irrelevant to you. Once you give them up, you can be free from this. Otherwise, you'll have to keep enduring it. And I won't pay any more attention to you."

Someone once described it as a distant mountain made of sand, where every day a bird would fly from afar and carry away a grain of sand from the summit.

When the mountains are flattened by birds, the first second of eternity has just begun.

This is what Denise is about to face.

If she doesn't agree to give up something she doesn't even know what it is.

Then she will be trapped here forever until eternity is achieved.

This seems like something anyone would immediately agree to give up.

Danes, however, said weakly:

"I do not want."

"what?"

“I said I didn’t want it. I forgot what it was, and I forgot why I was here, but I remember that it was more important to me than anything else.”

"So, I won't agree. You can leave!"

Even if a weapon is broken, it will never betray its master.

With endless pity, Moen took a step forward, his breathing heavy and his body trembling.