Huh? Are they all real?

The wind and snow on the snowy mountain are still howling forward.

But the world in the distance can see the fragmentation and peeling that represents departure.

This time is different from the previous Avalon.

Because this time represents the failure of the three-headed dragon, everything they have gnawed will be restored to normal.

It's just that because there are still two dragons left, the speed seems a bit slow.

Their demise is doomed, but they themselves don't seem to be willing to accept it so easily.

So they are still trying to escape with the methods they can think of.

The Linde worm, which can no longer devour everything outside, is constantly gnawed at everything here while escaping.

It is a dragon that devours reality and a dragon that compiles the world.

Of course, that must be after successfully ascending to the gods.

And now it is trying to use the authority it has after ascending to the gods in advance.

It intends to protect itself by weaving a world cocoon.

So now it is constantly crawling forward on the chaotic land.

Behind it is a large area of ​​blank space and emptiness.

Whether this method will work, maybe Morn can't say accurately.

Because no one has ever done this before.

But one thing is certain, that is, it is doomed to fail.

I don’t know if it is fate or just a coincidence.

Anyway, the direction where the Lindworm is heading is exactly where the other holy sword is.

In the ruins, when the people who built a temporary settlement around it saw the Lindworm coming to devour everything, it was too late to move.

The extraordinary people tried to stop the bloated and hideous monster, but they soon found that they were helpless.

Not to mention that the attack worked, it even felt like it was speeding it up.

But because there were still a large number of ordinary people who had no time to move, they could only continue to make meaningless attempts.

After the elf took a look at the monster getting closer and closer, she hurriedly asked the girl who was still kneeling in front of the holy sword behind her:

"Can you stop it?"

The girl shook her head and nodded:

"Not very good, unless it gets very close, but it obviously won't get too close to me."

"Why? Isn't it heading straight here?"

The girl said:

"It's heading here because it wants to devour enough matter. Compared with mountains and forests, the large number of souls gathered here and the extraordinary materials you brought are obviously more useful."

"So it will move towards here, but I also feel fear in its eyes. It should have seen my sisters, so it will bypass me directly after discovering me, but it will still bite you."

"If it's not close enough, I can't really hurt it, and unqualified attacks will only give it nutrients in vain."

The elf raised his eyebrows and said:

"Then you really have no way?"

"It is a Linde worm that devours reality. This world It has collapsed, so it must want to weave a world cocoon for itself to escape the collapse. "

Speaking of this, the girl also showed a moment of confusion:

"It's really strange. The world will collapse, which means they are missing one. It will be afraid of me, which means it has seen one of my sisters, but we can't kill them separately. We can only stay out of trouble. "

"Please don't worry about this. It's already close. I beg you to give us a useful way. There are too many people here!"

The girl was brought back to reality by the voice of the elf. She could only shake her head gently and said:

"It is now determined to survive. I don't have any good way to deal with it. I can only recommend that you try to take more people to escape. It will not stop or turn around for you. It will only devour everything it can devour as soon as possible. "

"Wait, maybe as long as we can slightly block its time to move forward, there should be a turning point. "

"What do you mean?"

The elf raised his eyebrows and asked.

The girl said seriously:

"Because it seems to be running for its life, and it seems that something is chasing it from behind. Although I didn't feel what was chasing it, if I could stop it, I might be able to wait for the person chasing it."

"But you said that unqualified attacks are just giving it nutrients in vain."

"Yes, but temporarily stopping it and successfully hurting it are two different concepts. I will help you as much as possible, but this is only a possibility, and I can't guarantee that it will be useful."

"I understand."

The elf who knew all this got up and walked outside.

Under the organization of the elves, they stockpiled a large amount of dragon oil and high explosives together.

At the same time, the elf also shouted to the extraordinary people:

"I think everyone has already known that except for those people from the present, we basically exist as echoes of the past, so I ask such people to come with me."

"That thing is for the souls of the mortals behind us and the large amount of materials stored here."

"I have no way to deal with that monster, but I know how to use dragon oil to carve a large-scale martyrdom magic circle."

The elf is a veteran who has followed the Eternal King. He has experienced various wars, most of which are extremely intense.

So in order to adapt to the terrifying battlefield.

The elves have also learned a lot of things, such as what he wants to do now is the large-scale martyrdom ritual that the wild orcs used on them in the War of Tears.

You only need to use a large amount of dragon oil to create an almost crude ritual, and then by continuously adding extraordinary beings as sacrifices, you can create an explosion beyond imagination.

This was not a ritual developed by the elves, but it was adopted and learned by the elves after the war.

"I need enough extraordinary people to join me as sacrifices for the explosion, so I ask you to join me. After all, this is the most appropriate choice at the moment."

"We are the echoing dead, and we have the mission of opening the way for those who come after us!"

"Of course, I know I have no reason to ask you to believe this is true. After all, our feelings are so real, but I still ask you."

"I ask you to do your part for those who come after."

The elves standing among a large amount of explosives and dragon oil sincerely requested the silent extraordinary beings.

The monster in the distance is getting closer and closer, and people can even feel its rapid breathing.

The sound was as terrifying as the abyss and as raging as the storm.

Those who are still willing to come under such circumstances have shown great courage.

It is undoubtedly unfair to ask them to sacrifice their lives under such circumstances.

There is indeed nothing wrong with the elf's idea, it is the most appropriate.

But this is indeed unreasonable.

Even if they know that they are mostly just echoes from history.

Because as the elf said, this feeling is so real, so real that none of them feel that they are actually alive.

So people hesitated, although no one left.

But no one really stood up.

Until an ax passed through the oil drum as tall as a man and walked to the elf.

The dwarf carrying the ax cursed and said:

"Stop the ink. If you want to go up, stand up. If you don't want to, go back and take the people you can take with you and run to both sides! Do you want to hang out here and wait to die without doing anything?"

"Put it among us dwarves, you ink-stained guys are not even qualified to pull a stove!"

At the dwarf's voice, most of the crowd ran away in anger.

But they did take action.

The remaining extraordinary beings asked:

“Time is running out, so what do we do?”

After looking at the remaining number of people, the elf said slightly uneasily:

"I will tell you everything I know, but please hurry up, because time is really running out!"

Because this ritual was originally developed for the battlefield, the subconscious carving was very fast under the guidance of the elves.

When everything was ready, the extraordinary beings who were willing to stay stood in their respective positions.

This was once a terrifying ritual developed by the orcs for the purpose of destruction.

But now it is being used as a desperate effort to protect hope.

I have to say that impermanence is the most wonderful thing in this world.

And when they finally finished the ritual, the bloated monster broke through everything and rushed in front of them.

It was as tall as a mountain, almost covering the entire sky in front of them.

That sense of giantness can only be experienced by people who are immersed in it.

Other than that, all written descriptions seem extremely empty and weak.

In front of such a giant thing, the dwarf glanced at the elf beside him and couldn't help but curse:

"I really never thought that I would die standing with an elf."

In response, the elf lowered his head and smiled:

"What if it's with a friend?"

The dwarf was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said:

"Then it would be a great honor!"

After hammering his chest, the dwarf stretched out his fist towards the elf and said:

"I may be a bad-tempered dwarf, but I'm honored to find a friend like you in this hellish place."

Looking at the opponent's outstretched fist, the elf also tried to touch it with his fist:

"I am also very honored to have a friend from the dwarves, because I heard that you are all extremely loyal to your friends."

The dwarf retracted his hand and said:

"Of course. May the sacred tree protect your soul and return to your hometown, friend."

The elf also said the same:

"Me too. May the hammer and fire of the dwarves accept your heroic spirit, my friend."

Finally, the elf added another sentence:

"But your temper is really bad."

The dwarf said in shock:

"Are you talking about this at this time?"

But after a moment, he shook his head again and said:

"Forget it, I'm going to die anyway. Okay, how do you use that ritual of yours? It's time to start, I can smell the bad breath from that thing!"

The elf also nodded and smiled:

"Yeah, it's time to get started, friend."

"Hurry up, friend."

After the dwarf's friend's voice fell, all the extraordinary people standing here saw a scene that they would never forget.

The huge sword light fell from the sky, and then chopped open the huge bloated monster, splitting it into two halves and falling in front of them.

Such a scene obviously stunned everyone.

They don't even understand what's going on.

Until a god holding a broken sword appeared in front of them.

It was only belatedly that they realized that it was the person in front of them who had killed the monster.

"It seems I'm not too late, everyone."

The god turned around and said to the people.

The extraordinary beings who were ready to sacrifice themselves burst into loud cheers after a brief daze.

Even if they accepted the fact that they were just echoes, even if they had made up their minds to sacrifice.

But if they could continue to stay in this world, they would still be extremely happy.

After all, the feeling here is so real.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the god also looked at the two foreign friends standing at the front of the ceremony.

Looking at the dwarves and elves holding hands in front of him, even such a god was surprised and said:

"Friendship between elves and dwarves? This is really rare. Please cherish this friendship!"

After speaking, the god patted the shoulders of the two and walked towards the ruins behind them.

There, two girls were already waiting for him.

And behind the god, the two people who were still holding hands looked at each other.

After a moment, the elf said under great pressure:

"If I say that I just wanted to liven up the stiff atmosphere, would you believe it?"

The dwarf suddenly shook off his hand and said:

"Get out of the way, you disgusting long ears! You are not my friend, you are not qualified to be a dwarf's friend!"

The elf tried to make amends:

"But didn't you say that you are a bad-tempered dwarf?"

The dwarf said even more angrily:

"Can you say it just because I say it? Don't you elves know what respect is?"

"Get out of here, we are not friends anymore."

The dwarf pushed the elf away and left here amid the laughter of the people.

The elf was left alone in the wind.

——

When the god holding the broken sword walked into the ruins.

The two sisters who looked almost identical had already leaned against each other.

They were facing each other, forehead to forehead, palm to palm.

It seemed that they were communicating deeply in their souls.

Since the youngest son left, the three sisters who were separated after being given that mission by the youngest son finally reunited.

Although it was only the second daughter and the youngest daughter who met.

But they all knew that the eldest daughter would be back soon.

When Moen walked to their side, they both opened their foreheads and looked at him.

This made Moen a little overwhelmed and said:

"Well, long time no see?"

In response, the youngest daughter quickly hid behind her sister, only showing her head and looking at Moen with great resentment.

Obviously, she already knew how bad the god in front of her was.

Obviously he was not dead, and he had been active outside.

But he just left the three sisters alone to guard the only thing he left.

Even if he had felt this kind of sight before, Moen still felt that he could not resist it.

He could only hurriedly lower his head and picked up the holy sword, intending to pretend to be doing something serious.

But he was the one who pulled out the holy sword, and the holy sword in his hand flew into the hands of the youngest daughter.

When Moen looked at her in confusion, the youngest daughter holding the holy sword completely hid behind her sister again.

She only left Moen with a very subtle rebuke:

"Bad intentions!"