Huh? Are they all real?

In great astonishment, it felt a huge chill coming from the top of its head.

Before it looked up, it knew the answer.

‘It’s over. ’

The next moment, Siris jumped down from the elevator shaft and inserted the golden sword in her hand into its head with great precision, and then penetrated its body.

The momentum of the fall and its own strength directly crushed it to the ground.

As the sword further touched the ground, the golden bone spurs that were closed together directly burst into its body.

And then completely destroyed everything about it.

Such a scene was not expected by Siris herself.

She didn’t know that this sword had such a function.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a sword and torture instrument used to punish gods.

But facing this unknown woman, the remaining human alliance defenders in the base were at a loss.

This was obviously not someone from their base, but she also obviously killed this monster.

It really made it difficult to tell the enemy from the enemy.

But compared to the confusion of the human alliance soldiers.

Moon, who was standing at the back, opened his eyes unconsciously.

Miss Siris? ? ?

No, why would my neighbor suddenly come to the military base hundreds of kilometers away from the city of Truth? ? ?

And could that sword be

Moon, who realized something from the big sword, interrupted the commander's further actions directly:

"Don't worry, sir, I know this lady."

Hearing this.

The soldiers who were approaching under the commander's instructions all stopped.

They turned and looked at the commander behind them.

The commander looked at Voss next to Moon.

The old man raised his eyebrows and said:

"Is that your man, Your Majesty?"

Moon shook his head and said:

"No, but I do know her and can guarantee her safety."

While talking, Moon walked towards Siris, who was also stunned.

Siris naturally couldn't recognize Moon hiding under the ring.

She was just surprised that the Sword and Shield King was here.

After all, she was just chasing after those blasphemers.

She knew that she was involved in something big, but she didn't expect it to be directly related to a king.

Morn, who had already walked in front of Sirius, first took a look at the corpse of the monster, and then turned to Sirius and smiled after a moment of staring:

"Is your Majesty the Queen okay?"

Sirius, who was already stunned, was even more stunned after hearing this.

"Your Majesty, why do you know me?"

How did the Sword and Shield King know her?

Morn actually didn't confirm Sirius's identity.

But as Sirius said this, Morn knew that he was not wrong.

Sure enough, Sirius was her knight.

No wonder he always felt that Sirius had a strange sense of familiarity.

Morn couldn't say what that sense of familiarity was before, but now he can.

That is, Sirius is very much like a knight.

Morn has seen many knights, and he himself was even a knight.

So Moon was very familiar with knights, and he reacted subconsciously when he saw Sirius.

It was just because it was in the Human Union, and Sirius was just a girl next door who looked friendly, so Moon didn't make the connection.

But now with the appearance of this sword, Moon finally connected it together.

And the knight who would take out this sword was naturally her knight.

Moon had chosen many heroines for his grand performance.

But he only chose one king for himself.

Celesila Castile.

Queen of the Lake, Queen of the Holy Grail, Queen of Dusk, Guardian of June, Green Hand, etc. are all about her.

Moon, whose thoughts unknowingly returned to the past, immediately forced himself back to reality.

Now there is no such leisure.

Facing Sirius's question.

Moon smiled and said:

"You call me Your Majesty, so isn't the answer obvious? Miss Knight of King Castile."

This sentence should mean that as a supreme being, it is not surprising that he knows these things.

Others understood it in the same way.

But for some reason, as the person being answered, Siris felt that this sentence seemed to have another meaning.

A little confusion appeared directly in her eyes.

"So, is Queen Sai. Celeshera okay? I should have visited her in person, but I never went there once."

"Ah. Her Majesty the Queen has always been fine, and you don't need to care so much, Your Majesty Trajan."

Siris, who finally came back to her senses from that confusion, hurriedly stood up and drew out the golden strange sword.

Looking at the corpse under his feet, Moon had a lot to say.

But in the end, he still said to the old man who followed him:

"Mr. Voss, I'll just say it straight. You and your party have shown too much strange trust in me, so I want you to trust me again."

Even if he was a fool, after so many days, he should have seen that the Human Union's attitude towards Moon was too trusting.

What's more, Moon?

After all, Moon has always said that the Human Union will cooperate with whatever he wants to do.

The previous one could be said to be to maintain the goodwill of a king, but why did Moon bring him to the mysterious island base, where he should have been hiding, after just saying it?

Such trust obviously exceeded the necessity.

Hearing this, the old man was not surprised, or rather, he was surprised why Moon said it now.

But knowing that Moon had something else to say, he also asked:

"What do you want to say, Your Majesty?"

"Can you please take the remaining people in the base and leave here as soon as possible?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the old man's expression showed a subtle change.

Moon wanted to explain more, but found that the old man said directly to the people behind him:

"Do as Your Majesty said. Leave here immediately! Quick!"

Well, it seems that they do have a secret that is greater than the uniqueness of the plague.

Otherwise, they would not trust themselves so much.

At the urging of the old man, the remaining base personnel quickly boarded the spare elevator and left here.

Although they were all puzzled, it was obvious that obeying orders was the first priority.

Soon, all the survivors of this base left the 666th floor.

Only the old man and the commander, as well as Siris and Moon were left.

Of course, if the owl was counted as a person, there would be five people.

However, after looking at the atmosphere at the scene, the owl said seriously:

"I suddenly remembered that I haven't collected my clothes at home yet. Really, I'm a little anxious to come out, so I'll leave first!"

As he said that, he flapped his wings and hurried into the elevator door that was about to close.

Looking at the last three people left.

Moon said to the old man:

"Mr. Voss, I'd better wait until I come to see you before I say anything extra."

Seeing this, the old man, who seemed to be unsure of how to start the conversation, nodded and boarded the last elevator with the commander.

But they did not leave immediately, but stopped the elevator and turned to look at Siris at the end.

Many times, conversations with smart people do not need to be spoken.

Siris, who realized that she was also expected to leave, wanted to leave directly with the greatsword.

But Moon reached out and pressed her shoulder and said:

"Miss Siris, I do want you to leave, but please leave this sword to me for now."

This made Siris turn around and say:

"Your Majesty, this sword has a very special meaning to us, so even if it's you, I can't give it to you."

Moen nodded and smiled:

"Yes, yes, this sword is of course very important, but it's not for me, I just borrow it temporarily."

Seeing that Siris still wanted to veto, Moon thought for a while, raised his hand and turned Siris to look at him and said:

"Siris, for the sake of Celesila, believe me once!"

Moen's behavior of calling the queen's name directly made Siris frown slightly:

"Your Majesty, even you can't."

Suddenly, Siris, who seemed to realize something, had no anger in her eyes.

The only thing left was a huge shock.

"Did I think something wrong?"

With a complicated smile, Moon whispered:

"You are not wrong, I live next door to you, Miss Siris."

After saying that, Moon realized that Siris had let go of the golden sword.

Moen took it in his hand and said to Siris who was stunned:

"Please wait until everything is over before we talk. Then, I will go to Celeshera, for sure!"

"And now, Miss Siris, please leave here quickly."

Siris, who focused all her attention on Moon, was stunned for a moment, and then turned all her words into a salute.

After bowing to Moon and touching her chest, Siris also boarded the last elevator and followed Voss and others to leave the base.

After seeing everyone off, Moon set his sights on the sword in his hand.

"I never thought I could actually get you in my hands."

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The golden light kept flowing on the sword, as if responding to Moon's voice.

Moon chuckled at this, put down the sword in his hand, and turned to walk behind him and set his eyes on the alloy door that was still closed.

This is the strongest defense measure that the Human Union can take out.

But it's really not enough.

The world seemed to be completely silent at this moment. Time passed by little by little, and Moon stood there quietly.

When Moon felt that Sirius and the others should have left completely.

Only then did he say in this empty 666th floor:

"The children are fighting and bleeding. It's time for us two remnants of the old era to put an end to it, right?"

The only opponent from the past made an invitation.

So, He finally responded.

But what was beyond Moon's expectation was that He did not walk out from behind the closed door.

Instead, He stood up behind Moon.

After the fallen corpse groped for the fallen head and put it back on the neck, he stood up.

The hideous crown on his head had completely disappeared.

The wound on his neck that could not be healed even after he was promoted to a demigod was completely healed during this reconnection.

After twisting his neck, he smiled and said:

"Long time no see, old friend. This sword of yours made me almost crazy!"

Moen, who discovered that the other party was still using that body, also turned around.

Holding a golden sword, he said seriously:

"You deserve that."

"How cold, Asclepius. We are friends after all, right?"

As if in response to this name, Trajan's appearance began to break, and the Hermit of the Lake emerged - Asclepius!

The only god who challenged the end of the plague.

"I never thought you would be my friend, Nicolos Peisos."

Regarding Moen's indifference, he shook his head and said:

"We are the only rivals in an era, and we are also the people who know each other best in an era. Doesn't this count as friends?"

After speaking, He opened his hands and smiled:

"How about it? How does it feel to see me again in such a place after so many years?"

Moen glanced at the empty elevator shaft behind him:

"I had no intention of talking to you, but in order to thank you I am still willing to wait for them to leave. I am willing to answer you."

"And what I feel about seeing you in this place is surprise!"

This answer obviously exceeded His expectations.

"Surprised? I didn't expect you to be surprised. I thought you were someone who would be unfazed by anything you encounter! Why are you surprised?"

I don't know if it's because of his personality, or if he really wants to have a few more words with this old rival.

In short, after asking the question, He began to ask and answer himself:

"Surprised that I'm still alive? No, no, no, it's normal for your queen not to know that I'm alive. After all, you've changed your life! But you won't, because you personally imprisoned me in that rotten incarnation. so that I can always be tortured by your masterpieces.”

"So you're surprised that I'm here? That's right. After all, I seem to have done something that I don't think I would do!"

Moen nodded and said:

"I'm not surprised that Seresela would pull out that sword, and I'm not surprised that you can persist until now, but I'm really surprised that you took such a risk."

"This world will not allow gods to arrive, unless it is an accident like Profitus, but you are not the eldest son, although your uniqueness is indeed here. But you came here."

"The only explanation I can think of is that you gave up all your power and just sent your will over. You have been hiding in this monster's body before, right?"

Moen looked at his body and continued:

"Although you are an incomplete demigod, it is still a high-sequence one. So, are you just a little bit away from being completely assimilated by it?"

In the same pathway, high sequence has an overwhelming advantage over low sequence.

But precisely because it was the same way, He, who lost all power, became the real weak one.

"If Siris had killed it a little later, it would have been over for you, right?"

Hearing this, he clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"Yes, yes, I said, we are the ones who know each other best, and you are absolutely right!"

Moen, who received His affirmation, was surprised and said:

"This is not like you. Although you are not a forward-thinking person, you probably wouldn't do such a risky thing. After all, you are just gambling on luck."

If the other party failed to arrive here, if what was sealed here was not His uniqueness, if Siris had killed it a little later, if she hadn't blocked it herself.

As long as everyone here makes a mistake, it will become history completely.

But He took the gamble and resolutely blocked everything.

After thinking about it for a while. He turned his entire head 180 degrees, completely covering his neck, and said with a smile:

"Maybe it's because I finally couldn't bear your torture, so I decided to give it a try!"

His head still maintained that weird and slightly terrifying posture, but his body walked half a circle in the void, hanging upside down in the air and looking at the golden sword in Morn's hand:

"After all, it's better to have everything screwed up here than to sit there and wait for Queen Sereshela to come and insert this terrible instrument of torture into my head again."

"Obviously it's better to give it a try, isn't it?"

"Besides, didn't I win?"

Moen gave an affirmative answer:

"You're right."

He literally opened his mouth and smiled:

"Then may I ask what the name of this terrible and beautiful instrument of torture is?"

In his curiosity, Morn couldn't help but look down at the golden sword in his hand that was made as a tribute.

After a moment of hesitation, Moen smiled and said:

"The Great Sword of Divine Punishment."

"Great Sword of God's Punishment? What a good name, it's appropriate and sounds nice."

Without any movement, he, who was originally hanging upside down in the air, suddenly stood on the ground again.

He has taken back His uniqueness.

Even the door is still standing intact.

After all, the desire for wholeness is also the nature of uniqueness.

So, as soon as He comes so close, the Oneness responds to Him by itself.

After tidying up his messy clothes, he bowed to Moen seriously and said:

"You said earlier that you wanted to thank me for waiting for them to leave. I want to say that you don't need to thank me, because I am very happy, very, very happy!"

"I'm glad you're still alive!"

"I'm glad I can kill you with my own hands!"

There was no smile in his eyes when he raised his head.

That torture was so long that he couldn't even remember how long it was, but he still remembered it!

"However, I still want to ask, you who are always so at ease, have you prepared anything this time?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of you."

The shadow of the plague appeared in the sky, and wherever it passed, the miasma was thick and the stench was pervasive. He brought the seeds of disaster and floated down from the sky, like the god of death swinging his scythe, wanting to cut off all the life in the world. Fear and despair spread with his footsteps, and darkness has since enveloped the earth.

This is how people describe and record him.

Even after countless ages, fear still jumps on paper.

And now, this description is in line with everything that Moen sees now.

The miasma is thick, the stench is pervasive, and darkness covers everything.

"I just don't want you to die too early in my hands, so that I can't vent my anger that I have been pent up for many years!"

"So, can I expect you?"

Moen raised the God's Punishment Sword in front of him, and the flames began to flow from the sword, and then enveloped Moen's whole body.

"I have kept the fire that will burn you!"

The fire of destruction that should have burned everything turned into the light of salvation in the hands of the hermit.

And now, the flames are rekindled.