Huh? Are they all real?

And in the deepest level of the mysterious island base.

Countless technicians are sealing the alloy door as requested by Morn.

Moen is also watching here personally.

And standing behind Morn was Voss, who still represented the Ten-person Council.

The other two have already left the Mystic Island base due to official business.

Only Vos was left to accompany Trajan, King of Sword and Shield.

Seeing the sparks flashing before his eyes, the old man couldn't help but ask:

"Your Majesty, I have no doubts about your intentions, but you said that someone might come to attack here. Is it too exaggerated?"

See Moen looking back.

The old man hurriedly explained:

"Because you said before that except for special units like TS002, even the demigods over there can't get through at the moment. So, it's really hard for us to believe that they will try to attack here."

"After all, not only is this the top secret among top secrets, but it also has the highest level of defense."

Moen laughed and said:

"This base has stood here for almost three hundred years, and you have been sending a steady stream of supplies and new soldiers and scientists here over the years."

"So, this is a top secret for ordinary people. I think this should be clear to you."

The old man still wanted to argue:

"But if even the demigods can't get through, attacking here will undoubtedly declare war on the entire Human Alliance. We don't think anyone among them can break through here!"

"Or, Your Majesty, do you think they can have that kind of power?"

Although they agreed to Morn's request, they began to strengthen defenses and further seal the place.

But that's just because they can't ignore the will of a king, not because they really feel it's necessary.

Of course, it can also be said that what they are really worried about is this king!

After all, compared to possible attacks, this person is truly a supreme being.

Moen, who knew what they were really worried about, smiled and said:

"Mr. Voss, I know you are actually worried about me, and I don't mean to be angry, but I sincerely hope you can believe me."

Moen's direct confession did not make the old man feel any embarrassment. He just smiled helplessly and said:

"After all, we are responsible for the entire People's Federation, Your Majesty. And you are too heavy for us."

Instead of continuing the question, Moen provided an answer to the previous question:

"In fact, I don't think they have the ability to directly attack this place, but, dear Mr. Voss, they may not need to attack this base at all!"

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

The old man who seemed to have realized something gradually became serious.

Moen looked at the closed alloy door in front of him and said:

"A plague without any extraordinary factors is already an extremely difficult opponent, but what about an extraordinary plague that is even more difficult to guard against?"

"Except for those who let you in, under normal circumstances, each floor needs to be disinfected, and the guards and researchers here will wear chemical protective suits. I"

As he spoke, the old man himself couldn't help but stop.

They know that what lies behind is the uniqueness of the plague, so they have been dealing with all possible threats with the highest level of chemical defense methods.

However, all their experiences in Greenland have already proven that even the thickest chemical protective suits are useless in the face of extraordinary plagues.

But if they don't do this, what else can they do?

You can't just leave it alone.

They must be responsible for the People's Federation!

"Your Majesty, do you have any good suggestions?"

"If you don't mind, you can try praying."

The old man smiled more and more bitterly and said:

"A prayer to you and your goddess?"

But Moen looked back at him slightly strangely and said:

"I am just a mortal now. Ansa is indeed a goddess, but she has nothing to do with the plague. Praying to me and her will have no effect."

The old man was also surprised, wasn't he?

"Then who do you want us to pray to, Your Majesty?"

"Obviously, the only one who might be able to help you from a world away is Rosellorien, the Shadow Sun."

"The path of God she masters is the nature adjacent to the plague."

"So, she is the only choice. Of course, the original one is also possible, but..."

I'm afraid I won't respond to anyone at first.

Moen's frank answer made the old man extremely surprised and said:

"Your magnanimity astonishes me once again, Your Majesty."

There is nothing surprising, Mr. Voss, after all, this is still a prayer to me and my goddess.

Naturally, the old man didn't know what Moen was thinking and continued:

"It's just that elves are an exclusive race. We are not only humans, but also strangers who have invaded their world. Under such circumstances, how can the goddess Lothlorien answer our prayers?"

Moen looked calm and said as if he was talking to other people:

"No, if you add it to Greenland, it should work."

"Just add Greenland?"

Compared to Moen's calmness, the old man became increasingly incomprehensible.

Why does bringing Greenland make the Shadow Sun respond?

Because I also asked Roserorian to help investigate Greenland, I thought that her side would be the breakthrough, but I didn't expect that I went directly here instead!

Of course, this obviously cannot be said.

So Morn still said calmly as if he was talking to someone else:

"Because I heard that this seems to be related to the Eternal King."

"Related to the Eternal King? Oh my God! But, thank you for your reminder, Your Majesty, I will pass it on immediately, but can I ask you again with a thick face?"

"Of course, Mr. Voss."

"That is, what kind of prayer do you think is appropriate?"

The old man carefully explained:

"After all, we are just strangers, and we don't know everything over there as well as you do. What's more, we are just humble mortals and can't figure out the thoughts of the Supreme, but you are different, you are also the Supreme!"

Ah, Mr. Voss, you may have asked the person who knows the answer best

Moen smiled and said:

"Of course, I will think about how to pray to Roselorian about this matter."

Well, how can Roselorian, who may be angry, respond to a group of strangers?

It seems that the only way is to flatter me, right?

Morn looked embarrassed after thinking of the answer, but he still gave an answer:

"Goddess of the Golden Flower who serves the Eternal Throne, we devoutly praise the loftiness and majesty of the throne in front of you. We hope that you will respond to our prayers and stand behind us so that we have the strength and courage to fight against the enemies of Greenland. Praise the throne, praise you who serve the king."

After saying all the words, Morn realized that there was another problem.

Even if it was across a world, even if it was offered by mortals, such prayers could reach the goddess' ears directly to gain power.

Then what if it was said directly by me? ? ? ? ? ?

Morn, who realized that something was wrong, could only pray silently in his heart that the holy tree would save him.

In fact, Morn's prayer did reach the ears of the two goddesses.

In the old palace, Roselorian, who had been sitting on the throne and taking care of all affairs, had stopped all actions when Morn read the first character.

Just as Morn thought, even though they were separated by a world, she still heard Morn's voice at the first time.

Because that had haunted her for countless years!

But she couldn't hear clearly when she put everything aside and listened carefully.

Above her head, Yggdrasil, who was sitting on the branches of the holy tree, was not covered by the shadowy curtain for the first time.

In contrast, the entire holy tree turned its glow into a shadowy curtain.

No one noticed, but it really existed.

A moment later, the goddess who heard the second prayer, hummed an ancient tune with a slight smile on her lips, and sat on the branches, shaking her beautiful birch-like feet.

Obviously, the goddess was very happy to be deeply relied on by her king.