Huh? Are they all real?

After both parties gave their answers.

The huge dark dragon shadow instantly disappeared in front of the king.

At the same time, the gold and gray world also returned to its original state.

But not everyone has changed back.

Because, before the dark dragon shadow completely left, he said loudly to the king holding the holy spear:

"Then watch carefully, watch carefully, how your Avalon and the tens of millions of people in it are destroyed because of your stupid kindness."

The king no longer responds to the dragon.

Because there is no need anymore. Facing such a fanatic, we can only use actions to let the other party know what the gap and joke are.

After raising the holy spear, the king said loudly to the people behind him who were still in shock:

"Don't be afraid, I never give up on anyone."

"So, now that I'm here, you're safe. Please wait with peace of mind. I will return victoriously and then take you back to my hometown!"

After saying that, as people worshiped him again, the king also accelerated his speed towards the north.

He knows what these guys want to do and how to break it.

Just a little rush and a little pretense.

While the king continued to move north.

The invisible evil dragon also returned to its companions.

It said in a deep voice to its two companions:

"It's time to make the final move."

The Lindworm stopped its movements for the first time, and asked in surprise:

"You're not kidding, are you?"

Ashadron said after a short silence:

"He's right."

Lindworm still couldn't accept it:

"But this is not even considered death. He is holding the Holy Spear in his hand. He is blessed by the Holy Spear. Even if we collapse along with the world, he will still come back alive!"

"Even because of our actions, no one will know that he has given up on Avalon, who is most loyal to him!"

Such multiple-choice questions don't seem to be difficult at all.

Fafnir just said calmly:

"But he will remember. That's enough."

"What's enough?"

"Because he's Richard the Lionheart, he's the epitome of knighthood, so that's enough."

Facing this invisible evil dragon, Lindworm raised its bloated and stinking body high and asked in a low voice:

"I know what you mean, and I know what you are waiting for, but what if he finally chooses to give up?"

The one who answered the Lindworm was not Fafnir, but Ashadron, who said calmly:

"We are dragons, or the dragons who started all this, so we can be cruel, we can be noble, we can do whatever we want or we can keep order, but please don't be a clown."

"We can die in a way that suits our status, but we must not become a joke like Aurora or Harlequin."

"This time, either we win everything and succeed in becoming gods, or we live up to our status and die calmly."

"So, my brother, what do you want to choose? Should you just put your tail between your legs and become a clown, or should you make a last ditch effort?"

Lindworm fell into silence.

Moments later, it also voted yes:

"Anyway, from the beginning we had no way other than success. In that case, I agree."

When the three blasphemous dragons who created this world came to an agreement.

There is nothing more to do.

Just need them to stop.

Because after all, this is just drifting debris accumulated with countless chaotic residues.

This is not a complete world from its roots, and it is even far inferior to parasites such as the spiritual world and the abyss that rely on the real world.

Once the residue from all eras no longer adds to the pile, it will naturally disappear.

It's just that the speed will be very fast.

At first it was just the sky that turned white, and then the white world began to dissipate. The pure white like a dreamy bubble seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, peeling off strands.

The originally pure and flawless sky was suddenly filled with shocking black cracks. It's like the wounds of a broken world are spreading and widening.

The earth also trembled violently, the solid ground cracked like fragile glass, and bottomless ravines crisscrossed the area. Mountains and rivers collapsed, boulders rolled down, and dust covered the sky.

The high walls and fortresses that had long since been turned into ruins by the ravages of the dragons fell down one after another like dominoes, and the people's horrified cries were ruthlessly drowned out by this apocalyptic roar.

The world is heading towards destruction in this nightmare of collapse.

The three blasphemous dragons watched calmly as their ascension ceremony began to fail.

Their fate has been suspended.

Of course, because this is a last ditch effort rather than an actual choice to destroy.

So Fafnir still let the king who was heading north see all this.

"King Richard, if this is what you want, then take a good look at it. We have brought this world to collapse and destruction as promised. What about you?"

"What are you going to do?"

The destruction that occurred from the very beginning had obviously not spread to the far south.

But through Fafnir's projection.

The collapsing world seemed to be right in front of Moen's eyes.

And soon Morn saw Avalon.

The Avalon built according to Morn's wishes.

Avalon, where the only people who still insisted on maintaining Morn's will after the Storm Church fell into darkness, gathered.

When people noticed something was wrong, the knights and soldiers quickly prepared for battle.

They had long regarded death as a return and rest.

The only reason they were still standing was to continue to protect the people behind them.

But when they saw the collapsing white world.

They also realized that they were powerless this time.

This was no longer about will.

It just exceeded the limit of their strength.

After a brief calm, the soldiers and knights all put down their tightly grasped weapons slightly.

Turned to hug their companions around them to thank them for their efforts and perseverance over the past year.

They did not run away, because they obviously could not run faster than this collapsing world.

There was no panic, because their families were there no matter where.

As the leaders, the round table that has persisted until now, all looked at their leaders.

The round table knight who was once called Surdan, was later chosen by the king and named Aggruwen.

At this moment, he nodded to his companions and announced everything that was about to happen to the people behind him.

"The sons of the world from different eras, but all gathered in Avalon. I am Agraguiwen, named Agraguiwen by my king, one of the Round Table."

"I am sorry to announce to you. This world is about to collapse, and our perseverance has failed."

"I'm sorry, you regard Avalon as your last hope, but we can't bring you real hope."

People were just panicked at first.

But after a while, they all quieted down.

Because everyone knows that the Round Table and Avalon have tried their best.

Without them, there would be no year.

Agraguiwen's voice continued.

"There is still a little time, but not too much, so please use this last bit of time to say what you want to say to the people you want to tell."

In the face of death, the people of Avalon chose to accept it calmly and leave calmly.

Fafnir's voice was also slightly emotional:

"What excellent people, so, what about you? Do you want to watch them die?"

Moen did not answer it, but continued to speed up all the way north.

Fafnir's voice was extremely regretful and mocking:

"Why are you still fantasizing? You are too late, you are still far away."

There was already a towering snow mountain in front, and many people gathered there. It seemed that because they knew their own fate, the dragon species were also madly attacking everything.

Even if they knew the arrival of the king, they never stopped.

Because they were dead anyway.

The spear of the holy spear was also constantly shooting out, smashing the dragon species in the sky one by one.

And the lonely king holding the holy spear went up along the snow mountain.

Fafnir kept staring at this side. Staring at the holy spear in the king's hand.

That was the only thing they were afraid of in this world.

So, more and more projections were projected in front of Moon.

Fafnir thought it was useful, because it was just a projection, and there was no need to swing the Holy Spear specifically. It was nothing to mention that he could wipe out everything by just lifting the Holy Spear lightly.

But he didn't.

He even carefully avoided those projections.

So, he was not indifferent to all this.

And this was their hope of turning the tables.

The white collapse was getting closer and closer to Avalon.

Fafnir's expression was getting more and more nervous.

And in the distant Avalon, even the people in the city could see the world that was constantly collapsing and falling into endless darkness.

But people were still as calm as before.

Although it was a little regretful, there was no anxiety.

This made Fafnir very dissatisfied, because it hoped that they would do something.

The balance of victory might be just on this gap!

Finally, the change that Fafnir expected appeared.

In the extremely calm crowd, the cry of a baby suddenly sounded.

That was the most primitive and beautiful sound of human beings.

Pure and flawless.

It is said that in the third era when the Lost Ones were rampant, the only living person that people who went deep into the Lost Land to fight the dead found in the corrupt and dilapidated fortress was a newborn baby.

There were even countless Lost Ones wandering around this child.

This was enough to prove that it was a beauty that even the Lost Ones were unwilling to touch and hurt.

And in the silent Avalon, the crying of this child was really loud.

Everyone couldn't help but look in the direction where the sound came from.

The cute child was lying in his mother's arms.

There is no doubt that this child was loved by everyone at this moment.

Because it was a baby, the past and future of everyone.

But the child's crying continued.

This made his mother more and more at a loss, and also made the calm people slightly agitated.

They accepted their fate, but this child was just born!

Finally, someone suddenly shouted:

"Where is the airship? Send the children out, they can't stay here with us!"

The crowd woke up instantly and made way.

That was the road to the dock.

At the same time, the rest of the children in Avalon were also made to move out of the way.

People shouted to the children:

"Run, run, you have to survive!"

The children ran towards the dock involuntarily under the kindness and urging of the adults.

But it's still too slow.

Because the collapse of white is already in sight.

Therefore, there was no need to give any orders. When Agguiwen looked around, he saw knights and extraordinary people rushing down the city wall, then picked up the children and continued running forward.

Such a scene obviously moved everyone.

Even Fafnir caught the change in the king's expression.

That's eagerness!

Just as there is no need for Agguiwen to say more, there is no need for Fafnir to say too much.

Under the intentional actions of Lindworm and Ashadron.

The collapse approaching Avalon paused slightly, while the collapse on both sides accelerated wildly.

The dock is already in sight.

But the collapse is also obviously about to wrap up Avalon.

It was too late, they couldn't get the children onto the airship.

Looking at such a scene, I don’t know who started it.

Suddenly someone shouted loudly:

"My king, save these children!"

Not for myself, not even for my family, but for a child I have never met.

As this voice sounded.

More and more people are kneeling down and praying towards the statues of the Lion-Hearted King that can be seen everywhere in Avalon:

"King, save these children!"

"They deserve to live!"

"Storm is your crown, kindness is your throne, you are the loving lion-hearted king, you have to take a look at these children!"

This is a godless world, and they all know it.

So they gave up praying long ago.

But now, they started praying again.

Pray that the Supreme One who has left long ago can protect their children again.

Fafnir didn't speak again, but the appearance of more and more projections was enough to prove his mood at the moment.

It must be shouting:

See it, Lionheart!

Your people are praying to you!

The collapsing world has completely enveloped Avalon.

People are still praying.

Even if they are desperate.

It was also at this time that Moen finally flew to the top of the snow-capped mountain amidst the astonishment of the crowd.

Almost as soon as he saw the temple and the distance, the king raised his holy spear and threw it towards the distance:

"Holy Spear, anchor the world!"

Countless projections were shattered instantly.

The king's holy spear has been thrown.

Travel through time and space.

The holy spear reaches Avalon!

At this moment, all the people and dragons held their breath.

Witnessed a miracle.

The Supreme One, who had already left long ago, answered people's prayers, threw the Holy Spear, and anchored the world.

In front of the brilliance of the holy spear, the white collapse instantly stopped.

It wasn't even the three blasphemous dragons that stopped, for they were all stunned.

Even though they were looking forward to this moment, they never thought that Lionheart King would actually throw away the Holy Spear for a group of mortals!

The stagnation of collapse is entirely anchored by the king's goodwill and the holy spear.

And then after a moment of astonishment.

The people of Avalon burst into cheers that resounded throughout the world.

The three blasphemous dragons also burst into unprecedented jeers and joined in the cheers:

"Lionheart, the great Lionheart!"