Huh? Are they all real?

A long time ago, when he was still the last son, Morn had wondered where everything that was eaten by the three blasphemous dragons went.

A study was also conducted specifically for this purpose.

There were no twists and turns. As one of the eldest sons, Moen found the answer very easily.

That is, everything eaten by them will disappear from the present world, and then gather together to form a chaotic and disorderly temporary world.

This is a world destined to perish. As long as they stop devouring it, it will be destroyed instantly.

But before they succeed, they can't stop devouring it, because gnawing is not without cost.

That was the case then, and it is still the case now.

The only thing that has changed is that Moeen is no longer the last son of the past.

No longer has that kind of power.

But in contrast, Morn also accumulated more knowledge to deal with such situations.

There was nothing specially prepared.

Moen found a flat piece of land outside the Evil Dragon Cave and began to carve his own magic circle.

The evil dragon behind him followed him like a dog.

Although this was not the first time he met him, Moen was really amazed by his ability.

To be able to make such outrageous movements and expressions out of such a popular appearance of the evil dragon.

This is truly a level of performance that Moeen will never be able to match.

After arriving at the place, I visually inspected the size.

Mo En said to the evil dragon who looked worried but had to follow:

"Okay, we're here, so please give me your blood."

"Blood?"

"Yes, your essence is just an unlucky guy in a foreign land, but your body is still that of an evil dragon. So I can use your blood to carve out a ritual for invasion."

Evil Dragon still couldn’t quite understand:

"You said you wanted to invade, but what did you want to invade?"

"Ah, you don't know yet."

Moeen, realizing that he had not explained this, added:

"The reason Drakallion lets you occupy its body is because it upgraded its soul to one of Fafnir, Ashadron, and Lindworm."

"I don't know which one it is, but it must be one of them."

Previously, Morn thought it had upgraded itself to Fafnir, after all, he had seen Bond Heather's version of the evil dragon before.

But now he is really not sure.

"Then they started their final plan a few days ago in order to ascend to the gods. That is to devour Avalon, where the Knights of the Round Table are, and almost all of the northern continent."

After hearing this, Evil Dragon was stunned for a moment and still couldn't understand it, pointing to the land in the distance and saying:

"This is the north of the mainland. I didn't see it. Um, huh?"

Because this was the Gobi landscape it specially selected, on the grounds that no one would come to such a poor place, so it didn't notice the problem at first sight.

But slowly, it also noticed that everything around it seemed different.

"It seems that you still have memory. This body of yours is indeed born out of one of the three of them. Otherwise, you would not notice the difference at all."

Moen saw at a glance what it was.

Evil Dragon also reacted a little bit and said:

"The swallowing you are talking about is some kind of conceptual swallowing?"

Moen affirmed its answer:

"Yes, the entire northern continent's civilization, history, and race have all disappeared."

"It's not the kind of disappearance that was destroyed, but it was directly eliminated from the concept of the world. This world and the people in this world don't even realize that the disappearance of the northern part of the New World is abnormal."

"I even suspect that only a few of the gods and kings reacted wrongly."

At the end of the sentence, Moen couldn't help but look at the desert under his feet and said:

"Although it is caused by gnawing away every last drop of all cultures and creatures, but if it were me."

"I wouldn't be so unaesthetic."

"I will bleach everything into a neat, endless snow-white wasteland."    "Leave only sporadic dilapidated buildings to let people know that there once was a splendid civilization here."

These are just some memories and jokes about the past by Moen, a wandering traveler.

But the evil dragon swallowed hard.

No, do all of you supreme beings play such a big game?

It didn't think that Moen was joking or joking, it really felt that this person could really do this.

It wanted to wipe the cold sweat on its forehead, but found that its hands were too short and could not touch its head.

So it could only give up and say:

"Well, I don't quite understand it, but I just need to provide my own blood, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Pound."

"So how much does it cost?"

Although it sounds scary to have someone carve the ritual with their own blood.

But Evil Dragon still felt that with his size, it wouldn't be a big problem to draw a ritual for one person.

Maybe it's just a little bit of blood like a normal blood test?

But Moen’s answer was:

"Thank you very much for your generosity, Mr. Pound. Don't worry, it will only be weak for a while at most. After all, even if your body has lost all power due to the departure of the evil dragon's essence, it was still a dragon after all."

It instantly realized something was wrong and said:

"Um, how much blood do you want me to bleed?"

Moen pointed to the large flat area under his feet and said:

"That's enough to cover this flat land."

At this moment, Pound Heather, who heard this, was like the comedy master Jim Carrey when he first saw the heroine in The Mask.

They both showed an extremely exaggerated effect with their mouths and eyes.

This made Moon admire the original dragon's shaping even more. He originally thought that they were all expressionless, but it turned out that it was just the dragons themselves who were cold.

In addition to dragons, Moon could only think of slime subspecies such as Ditto that could achieve such an expression effect.

When the time came to the afternoon.

The huge magic circle was also shaped under Moon's carving.

And in the gully next to the magic circle, there was an evil dragon lying like a dead dog.

Neither Moon nor the goddess cared about it, because it would not die anyway.

They just continued their own business.

As Moon walked to the center of the magic circle.

The inscriptions carved in blood lit up one after another.

Moon took a look at the most critical places.

All of them lit up unexpectedly and reasonably, which meant that the three dragons had touched almost all the things that Morn had left on the new world that must not be eaten.

This was really courting death.

Standing in the center of the magic circle, Morn said to the goddess:

"I'm sorry, Denise, you can't go with me, because that is a godless world. Your appearance will end everything completely, and everything swallowed by them will naturally never come back."

They devour everything in order to ascend to the gods, so the world they created naturally cannot bear the arrival of the gods.

The goddess frowned slightly and said:

"Can only you go?"

Morn smiled and shook his head and said:

"No, no. So, Denise, give me the Holy Spear!"

This time, Morn will not rely on the power of compromise to restrain himself and move forward as before.

Even if it is a godless world, it will still be Morn's home court.

After all, the Holy Spear is the Holy Spear, and the gods are the gods.

It can even be said that even in the hands of Denise, the manifestation of the Holy Spear, the Holy Spear is far less powerful than in the hands of Moon.

Because Denise is the Holy Spear itself, and Moon is the master of the Holy Spear, and it has been like this since the beginning.