Huh? Are they all real?

The goddesses remained restrained, but they just didn't really fight.

They were still hurting each other with words.

But they themselves didn't realize that their fight also affected another hidden goddess.

If Denise is the prototype of the hair ring.

Then Yggdrasil undoubtedly met Morn earlier than her, and she was also the first goddess to find Morn.

In this regard, she was even earlier than the queen who should have been the fastest.

Because on that prairie, when the Eternal King temporarily returned, it was the Holy Tree that responded to Morn's prayers.

Even this point can be pushed forward to an earlier time, when Morn had just embarked on the path of transcendence.

After all, although Morn could only choose the Eternal King at that time, didn't he choose to believe in the Holy Tree?

And the queen was still on her way at that time!

However, neither she herself nor the candidate she chose, Roselorian, could give the ring.

In the shadow curtain hanging down from the huge mirror, she vaguely felt something wrong, as if she realized the wrong history that had happened.

But no matter what, she didn't have the ring.

The two goddesses in the sky were still staring at each other.

And she was quietly looking at her empty left hand below.

After a moment, she put down her left hand.

Then she looked at the ancient dragon who should have died and had given up, but was not dead.

In the pupils of the ancient dragon, she saw endless sadness and a little puzzlement.

Why hasn't he died yet?

This is also his own question.

All his brothers died in the crazy age of gods.

The only reason he persisted until now was to take care of the new dragon species and work hard to lift the curse.

But now, with the end of the new dragon species, he also felt tired and gave up.

As a remnant of the times, he has been seeking death.

That is his only way home.

He is undoubtedly still alive, and even if he wants, he can fight to the death with any god.

But he has lost all his spirit and is quietly waiting to die.

As for why he did not die, she probably guessed a little.

This is probably the same blessing and protection as that of the devil.

But this is too cruel for this ancient dragon.

The devil wants to bring the world under its reign of terror by blessing and protection.

But this poor ancient dragon just wants to go to his brothers and unload his responsibility.

So, immortality is a curse.

After staring at each other for a long time, Yggdrasil, who felt that it was enough, also planned to leave.

The goddess hidden in the curtain bowed slightly to the ancient dragon who wanted to die, and then turned and left.

But for some reason, she turned back to look at the still powerful ancient dragon when she was about to leave.

Or, she looked at the dragon heart that was still madly beating and bursting with divine power even though only half of it was damaged.

The last ancient dragon, the last god of dragon species, and the only dragon furnace heart that was blessed.

She could ignore the first two, but if it was the latter.

During the long gaze, a gust of wind blew the goddess's curtain, just like a hand pulling her forward.

At this point, the goddess who was supposed to leave walked straight towards the dragon heart of the ancient dragon.

The dark clouds that represented the ominous began to follow behind this ancient sacred goddess.

However, there were dark clouds in the sky, and behind the goddess were countless small branches.

They followed the goddess step by step, covering and replacing all the darkness.

I am afraid that except for Yggdrasil itself, no one knew what it meant.

However, the terrifying ominousness still attracted the attention of the two goddesses in the sky, and they felt a little uneasy about it.

"Why do I feel something is wrong?"

"You don't need to tell me, I'm not blind."

Even if it was right below them, they couldn't find Yggdrasil so close.

In this ruins of the war of gods, only Coruscanx itself noticed this.

However, He, who was already waiting for death, had no intention of resisting.

After glancing at Yggdrasil, he closed his eyes.

He was still covered and swallowed by the branches made of shadows.

As Yggdrasil approached, the dragon heart was already in sight.

The body of the ancient dragon was swallowed by the shadows made of branches.

At this time, she only needed to gently stretch forward to get this crucial dragon heart and the blessing from the divine!

And the goddess herself did the same, she slowly stretched out her hand towards the still beating dragon heart.

Endless branches also followed and clung to it.

They seemed to want to devour the extremely important dragon heart, and seemed to be clinging to something more sacred.

This time, even though Morn was still in that ruined world, waiting to forge the sword at the last moment, his heart trembled.

In the confusion of the three sisters, he hesitated to take out the pocket watch.

On the pocket watch, countless small branches have already climbed on it, covering the center of the pocket watch.

Such a scene instantly made Moon's pupils shrink.

Because he remembered the last moment in that wrong history.

The beautiful eyes floating in the sky were also wrapped by countless small branches, just like the pocket watch.

But at that time, the beautiful eye was not as serious as the pocket watch at this moment.

Subconsciously, Morn raised the holy sword.

Morn didn't know what this meant, but he knew that he couldn't let the pocket watch be swallowed and covered by the branches that came from nowhere.

But he didn't know whether the holy sword that failed to be recast was really useful.

Even, he was not sure that the holy sword that was successfully recast would definitely work.

At the same time, Yuktrashil's outstretched hand was just a little bit away from touching the dragon's heart.

But it was also at this time.

Yuktrashil suddenly took a breath of cold air and hurriedly retracted his hand.

And while retreating continuously, he looked at his left hand tightly held by himself in disbelief.

And the ominous dark clouds and endless branches disappeared in the moment she retracted her hand.

Even the pocket watch in Morn's hand returned to normal.

The holy sword that was about to stab also hung on the pocket watch.

Such a change made Morn and Yggdrasil extremely suspicious.

This was a strange thing that even they didn't know why.

As Yggdrasil stopped.

In the distant other side, in a ruined but magnificent ancient ruins that didn't seem like something from the human world.

The few people who had been waiting here all heard a faint sigh.

Although no more instructions were given, they all knew what to do.

After looking at each other.

Five of the six people took off the rings they had been wearing.

They placed them respectfully on a long table that had been covered by too much history, covering up all the luxury and traces.

On the long table, the sacred blood that dripped from the distant ancient times is still flowing.

Even after countless eras and witnessing countless histories, this sacred blood from the past has never dried up.

They are still flowing on the long table, as if they were alive.

When these five people returned.

The last person who had not taken off his ring finally took off his ring, but he did not place his ring on the long table like his companions.

Instead, he placed it in the middle of the six people.

There was no ritual or prayer.

They simply occupied six positions around the ring, forming a simple circle.

Without any instructions, they all raised their heads and cut their throats with the daggers they had prepared.

Six people died together, and the lives of six ring bearers were sacrificed from then on. Six bodies formed a perfect circle.

Thus, the number of 666 was achieved.

And the ring placed in the middle of the six of them exploded instantly as the number of blasphemy was completed.

A drop of blood dripped from the ring, not into the dust, but into the clouds.

Just like the sacred blood on the long table, the blood drop crossed the barriers of time and space.

Crossing all concepts.

Falling from the clouds into the world.

It dripped onto the dragon heart of the ancient dragon with incomparable precision.

The ancient dragon, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

The broken body repaired at a crazy speed, but what was even crazier than this was the dragon that stood up in an instant!