Huh? Are they all real?

Already attracted by the war of gods, almost all eyes were focused on this noble eldest son.

The first batch of life created by the original and the first batch of true natural gods.

This is the definition of the eldest son.

They do not need to practice the path of God, because they are gods of sequence zero as soon as they are born, and they naturally have uniqueness.

It is said that at the beginning of creation, the great original first created the eldest son in his own image to accompany himself.

Then he shaped the sky and the earth, water and fire, light and darkness for the gods so that they could settle in the vast void.

These are clearly recorded in the scriptures of major religions.

Almost every god's scriptures will record the creation legend at the beginning.

There are few exceptions.

And now, the original creator has long fallen into eternal sleep, and the eldest sons left by the original to manage the world were all destroyed because of the crazy apocalypse.

Unexpectedly, in such a situation, they can still see a living eldest son.

Although the gods and kings today have hardly seen the last son Fingolfin.

But no one would mistake the iconic holy sword.

The sword of the last son, which was said to be enshrined in the Temple of Mourning but disappeared.

Countless eyes appeared in the sky.

The gods and kings had no intention of attacking an unkillable dragon.

But they really wanted to know how the last son, who was the most mysterious even among the eldest sons, would deal with this undead dragon.

As for why Coruscanth had a huge hatred for the last son.

That was well known.

Because the ancient dragons were almost exterminated by the last son.

Although everyone who knew that period of history thought that the ancient dragons had asked for it, for Coruscanth, as an ancient dragon, this hatred was obviously impossible to forget.

After all, the alias of the last son Fingolfin was "Dragon Slayer", a term that was too bloody for the dragon species.

But they might never know that at this moment, 'Coruscanth' was not so angry because of this.

It came for a more distant and more secret anger.

That anger simply dominated everything.

So much so that the wings that should have soared into the sky were forgotten, and it crashed into mountains and destroyed the fortresses along the way.

"Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!"

Questions from ancient times kept spewing out of the dragon's mouth.

Then it turned into a terrifying dragon breath.

The three goddesses who had been fighting with the dragon before also stopped.

It seemed that they were also curious about how the youngest son would fight the dragon.

Or, the monster that the three gods couldn't kill might only be killed by the eldest son from the distant era of gods.

But the gods didn't quite understand why the dark moon and the holy tree were involved.

Standing in front of the three sisters and the Knights' Temple, Morn couldn't help but look at the dark moon emerging in the sky and the looming holy tree.

This made his eyebrows jump uncontrollably.

Compared with them, the evil dragon in front of him looked particularly cute.

Of course, Morn couldn't really take this dragon lightly.

After all, this is equivalent to a monster created by himself.

Looking at the surging hot dragon breath, Moen's response was simple.

After looking at the holy sword in his hand, and then at the evil dragon in the distance.

Moen lowered his head and whispered to the holy sword in his hand:

"I have waited for this moment for too long!"

The flames spewed by the evil dragon swept towards the altar like a raging torrent. Everything was melted and crystallized wherever it passed, as if the world was about to be swallowed up in this endless flame.

The light and color of the world were all taken away by this terrifying thing.

The eldest son holding the holy sword straightened his posture and raised the holy sword high behind him.

"This glory is the hope of the stars, the proof of life that illuminates the earth!"

When the youngest son began to call for the response of the holy sword, the holy sword instantly burst into a dazzling light, shining like a beacon of hope in this dark and desperate situation. The light flows along the sword body. She is not only responding to the call of the master, but also accumulating enough power to fight against the evil dragon.

The light of the holy sword had shone so brightly that the gods and kings were all looking at it.

And the dragon's breath of destruction also arrived in front of the temple.

Before the dragon's breath completely engulfed everything.

All the audience heard the last son's resounding reply:

"Holy sword, draw your sword!"

If the dragon's breath seemed to burn everything in the world, leaving only a ruined and desolate world of ashes.

Then the last son's holy sword gave them the shock of splitting the world directly to awaken the original.

The light of the holy sword first rushed straight into the sky, directly hitting the barrier that blocked the gods from going to the starry sky, making it shine with endless ripples.

Then it suddenly slashed forward following the last son's swing.

The holy sword made of the dead sun undoubtedly exerted its full power in the hands of its true master.

The seemingly unstoppable hot dragon's breath was completely torn and wiped out by the holy sword like a dead tree or rotten wood.

And then it directly hit the roaring evil dragon.

The evil dragon that had been advancing non-stop despite the siege of the three goddesses finally stopped for the first time under the full output of the holy sword.

It turned from a towering and ferocious dragon into a smelly piece of meat that was split in half and was still melting.

The smoke that was dissipated by the melting of the body was undoubtedly a proof of the power of the holy sword.

Ever since he created the holy sword, Morn had been looking forward to this day.

That was the only expectation and comfort of a traveler who could not return home.

Although he had waited for too long, he finally came.

The traveler who could no longer return home finally fulfilled another expectation.

And Morn, who slashed the sword, also showed a knowing smile, and staggered and almost fell.

At this moment, he was not the last son who returned.

He has always been Morn Cromwell.

As the owner of the holy sword, he can naturally use the holy sword, but the consumption of using it to challenge the gods is still too exaggerated.

But it doesn't matter, Morn is very satisfied.

Long live the tribute!

It's a pity that as a man, he can't say "I'm not a man" to an undead monster and then stab the other party's helmet with a sword in the other party's astonishment.

Compared with the present, that is the classic that Morn has always wanted to reproduce.

The works of Master John Ronald Reil Tolkien are really classics.

But it's obviously impossible to reproduce them.

What a pity.

Behind Moon, the three sisters hurried forward to support him.

To prevent him from falling down.

"How is it?"

Facing the eldest daughter's question, Moon shook his head and said:

"It's nothing serious. After all, I am indeed the master of the holy sword. I am not forcing the holy sword to serve. I am just a little exhausted."

"Let us help you sit down first."

Without waiting for Moon to answer, he keenly noticed three gazes.

One was playful, one was cold, and one was suspicious.

And after a moment of suspicion, the last suspicious gaze turned into another kind of gaze that Moon couldn't tell what it was, but felt particularly bad.

This made Moon sweat coldly.

He had never heard that he had to face Shura Field when fighting Dragon Quest.

So Moon hurriedly got out of the support of the three sisters and said:

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

"What is more important than letting you rest first?"

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

Moen could only rub the youngest daughter's head under the gazes of the other three and said:

"It's not dead yet."

"What?"

This time, not to mention the three sisters, even the other three goddesses looked at the stinking meat mountain that was split in half in surprise.

No signs of recovery were seen!

"It's just that the injury was too severe that it exceeded the limit of endurance and caused the recovery to slow down. No matter now, it will return to its previous state after a while."

Moen knew too well what was going on with the immortality and demonization of this thing.

It was almost to the extent that he could tell at a glance.

But, Moon didn't know why it became like this.

After all, he didn't remember that there was any other way to destroy the 19 rings.

That must rely on his blood.

The sacred blood can only end with the sacred blood.

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

"What should we do?"

In response to the second daughter's question, Moon stretched out his hand and said:

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

On the way to the Knight's Temple, Moon asked the second daughter to prepare the necessary materials.

In response, the second daughter said directly:

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

Moon handed the holy sword to the second daughter without any opinion.

The second daughter who got the holy sword slashed towards the sky.

This made the gods and kings stunned for a while, because the other party blocked their sight.

This also made Moon ask a little strangely:

"Why block their sight?"

Is it to prevent the gods from seeing through the sequence five formula of the new path?

So cautious?

As soon as the voice fell, Moon knew the answer.

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

She opened her coat and reached in from the collar and quickly took out the potion that had been stuck in her chest.

I don't know if it was Moon's illusion, but he always felt that when the potion was taken out by the second daughter, he seemed to hear some kind of sound similar to the cork being pulled out.

Is it an illusion? It can't be so tight, right? ? ?

After this reaction subconsciously emerged, Moon hurriedly shook his head to dispel these thoughts.

And the bottle of potion was sent by the second daughter together with the holy sword.

"Ah, no, I don't need the holy sword for the time being."

Moen didn't know what to say as he took the potion that still had the temperature and even the elegant body fragrance of the second daughter.

Fortunately, the holy sword blocked the sight of others.

The previous misunderstanding has now become Moon's greatest comfort.

If the goddesses saw it, he would definitely be in a big headache.

But immediately, Moon noticed that two pairs of eyes were staring at his back, which made him feel a little painful.

It wasn't the eldest daughter and the youngest daughter. They were different from other sisters. They couldn't be regarded as three separate individuals.

And they were all in front of Moon, and the two pairs of eyes came from behind.

This made Moon look back instantly.

Then, Moon saw the Holy Tree and the Holy Spear.

Ah, the four holy objects have the same origin.

Suddenly, the warm potion made Moon feel hotter than the dragon's breath.

The eldest son, who was not hurt by the world-destroying dragon's breath, seemed to be burned to death by the woman's body temperature.

After swallowing hard, his throat was choked.

Moen, who had to go on with his life, could only bite the bullet and drink the potion.

Compared with the previous complexity, the magic potion formula of the new path sequence five is actually simple and does not look like a magic potion formula.

It's the kind of liar who, if you show it to others, will definitely be regarded as a liar and a very stupid one at that.

Because it only requires two kinds of materials - ice water that has not melted in at least one era, and a stone from the Genesis period.

Of the two, ice water that has not melted in an era is a bit difficult to find, but stones from the Genesis period are normally found everywhere as long as you are lucky.

The ritual is also very simple and very strange, which is to take it in the Temple of the Knights.

Behind Morn is the Knights Temple.

To be honest, no matter how you look at it, it's oversimplified.

This is completely the simplest of all Sequence Fives known to Morn.

Moen still remembers his surprise when he first saw this place.

If he hadn't verified the authenticity in every possible way, he would really suspect that he had been tricked by the prophet.

But, why is it the Knights Temple?

With this doubt, Moen couldn't help but look back at the Knights Temple behind him.

The ancient church is still as it was at the beginning, standing quietly and full of history.

Moen thought of his unexpected stay in the pure white world, and it was obviously not right.

Is it because of this?

Moen has no evidence, he just thinks so.

After a moment, Morn withdrew his gaze and turned towards Coruscanx.

The three sisters holding the holy sword followed Moen step by step.

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

Regardless of whether he was in front of him or behind him, the sight of the girls sent shivers down Moen's spine.

Fortunately, they had no intention of fighting.

We have to become Sequence Zero as soon as possible to start the ultimate plan.

With this thought in mind, Moen, who lowered his head more and more in the eyes of the girls, silently walked to the mountain of putrid meat.

It seemed that it sensed Morn's arrival.

The headless Roshan actually made a sound.

Of course, that can also be said to be a question:

"Why? Traitor!"

After hearing this, Moen stopped where he was.

The girls' eyes were finally no longer full of interrogation and coldness.

Because they all know that this is their king's business.

After a moment of hesitation, the three sisters took the lead to leave. The other three goddesses also left.

The stage was completely left to Suezi and this last ancient dragon.

Originally, it was still far from the stage of recovery, but at this moment, the evil dragon's body was repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just that if it is repaired, it will break and slide due to the residual power of the holy sword and turn into puddles of putrid rotten flesh.

Obviously, its anger drove it to get up and kill the traitor in front of it. But in the face of the remaining power of the Holy Sword, anger is just anger.

Looking at such a giant dragon, Moen also asked with complicated eyes:

"Who are you here to represent?"

But the evil dragon did not answer Morn, it just continued the previous question:

"Why?"

This made Moen raise his eyebrows slightly.

He stretched out his hand and placed it on the dragon scales that were as soft as mud and felt it carefully for a moment.

Moen gave up the plan of asking.

There is no clear consciousness, just a compounding of a large number of negative emotions.

Someone should have piled on it the negative consciousness derived from the feast of betrayal in this world.

He is a pure vengeful ghost with no possibility of communication.

In this case, there is no need to continue.

Moen sighed and then cut his hand, and pressed his blood-stained palm onto the dragon scale again.

The next moment, the sky-high black mist instantly evaporated from the mountain of flesh.

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

Then it can naturally be broken with sacred blood.

This huge black mist is a collection of negative emotions that took away everything from Coruscant.

At the same time, it is also a huge terrifying force.

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

It’s just that because of the almost endless negative emotions, the gods couldn’t see everything at this moment.

In other words, there is no need for them to insist on seeing it.

The meat mountain that was divided into two halves also began to repair the connection as it continued to shrink due to the touch of the sacred blood and the evaporation of the black mist.

Soon, Morn saw Coruscanx, where the black mist was still escaping.

Gu Long, who finally returned to his body, fell into extremely excited emotions almost instantly after seeing Moen.

"Dragon Slayer!"

It struggled to get up, but the injuries on its body caused it to fall down as soon as it got up.

"Coruscanx, give up, you just won't die now."

"Dragon Slayer, aren't you dead? How can you still be alive after leaving us such a curse?"

"You brought it on yourself, Coruscants."

In response to Moen's reminder, Gu Long's anger was slightly suffocated, but after a moment, it rose again and said angrily:

"Then the new dragons shouldn't have to bear your disgusting curse!"

Moen continued to sigh and said:

"That's the price of continuation. You should have been extinct long ago."

"The curse does not come from me, it comes from this world, from all the eldest sons, and from you yourself!"

"You are the ones who crossed the line, Coruscanth."

"Why don't you understand after so many years?"

The ancient dragon's anger did not stop because of Morn's explanation.

It just shouted angrily:

"What about you! Are you better than us? Anyone can accuse us of greed, but you can't, only you can't!"

"You are obviously more greedy than us, and you have done more wrong than us!"

"Why don't you get any curse? Why can you, a damn traitor, live intact? Why should we be inferior to you!?"

Coruscanth knew they were wrong.

It also accepted everything they suffered for this.

But it couldn't tolerate the eldest sons.

Because the eldest sons were obviously more wrong than the dragons.

Anger for Coruscanth.

Moen also recalled everything that happened back then.

After a moment of silence, Morn squatted in front of Coruscanth and put his hand on its face. He looked into its eyes very seriously and calmly and said:

"So our era is over."

The endless anger of the ancient dragon stopped at this moment.

The two remnants from the old times finally had a moment of peace.