Huh? Are they all real?

Morn's eyes followed the open door behind them.

A tall, chalky spiral tower stands here.

He had only been to this tower once.

That was the first time he came here and cut off the finger of the first Duke Bathory.

But that was already in the Second Age. When the Third Era came to visit, Morn never visited the taller tower again.

Morn once thought that this tower held some secret, but in fact, it was just that Archduke Bathory found it very interesting to stand on it and overlook everything.

After being there once, Moen found it pointless.

Unexpectedly, I have to go up again now.

And both times it was for fighting.

As Morn's gaze retracted, the contemporary Duke Barbatos, one of the three archdukes kneeling on one knee, lowered his head and said:

"Your Majesty, although time is short, we still prepared a gift for you."

"I think you'll be happy with this!"

The Grand Duke Barbatos who spoke up was the only woman among the eight dukes, and the only family among the eight dukes that had women as rulers for generations.

As a vampire, she is naturally a charming beauty.

It is indeed a very fulfilling thing to have such a charming beauty kneel in front of you, especially when she is wearing a very eye-catching wedding ring.

After noticing that Morn's eyes were on her, the vampire duchess became a little embarrassed.

According to convention, the archangel given to the king by the goddess is usually female, because this makes it easier to protect and serve him at all times.

During the Moon King period, this had been put on hold because few angels in the vampire clan at that time survived the purge.

And the disaster of the lost follows closely behind.

As of now, she is the only one among the vampires who is more qualified for this, but she already has a partner.

But Moen had no interest in any of this.

He looked at the other person a few more times not because of the so-called gift or her person, but because this equally charming woman reminded him of Lilith he met on the Orsay Peninsula.

That woman is equally charming.

And more aggressive.

"What is it?"

The three Dukes raised their hands at the same time, and as they moved, they reached the highest point.

A set of scattered armor appeared in their hands along with the tray.

"We have carefully preserved your armor from back then, Your Majesty!"

Archduke Barbatos, holding the helmet, lowered his head and said:

"Please also allow us to put on armor for you."

Moen looked a little dazed looking at this suit of armor.

There was nothing special about the armor itself, he chose it just because it was strong enough.

For a noble king, this set of armor is obviously not beautiful enough, nor noble enough, nor can it match the king's powerful strength.

But

Moen held up his former helmet.

The gold and purple color scheme is still so simple and unpretentious. But as he got started, the light that had been dim until now began to shine again.

Some people say that the Moon King's armor is a gift from the goddess, others say that it is a relic stolen from a dead man's grave by the evil Impaler, and others say that it is just an ordinary pair of armor.

In fact, they are right.

This was a gift from the goddess and a relic from the tomb. In the end, it was just a very ordinary pair of armor.

It's just that the goddess who gave the gift was an eldest son, and the tomb it came from is a memorial church that has been lost to this day, and the reason why it is ordinary is because it is one of the many foils of the holy sword.

After he took it and the sword-shaped spear away from the hanging sword stand, it accompanied him through the two eras of the Eternal Blood Moon and the Disaster of the Lost.

He once wore it to cut off the Blood Queen's head, also wore it to complete the contract with the Dark Moon, and finally wore it to send away his best friend Thorin.

When I finished the last battle wearing it, I really thought it was ruined.

Because I heard that at the end of the war, the only relic that the Moon Goddess took away was the sword-shaped spear stained with the blood of countless enemies.

"I never thought it was still there."

Archduke Barbatos, who took back the tray and knelt down respectfully, said:

"The only one of your many relics that was intact was the sword and spear, so Her Majesty the Goddess only took this away. But your armor is still there, but it was seriously damaged. Fortunately, I, our ancestor, repaired it ”

For the first time, Moen bowed his head to them and said:

"Thanks!"

"It is our family's honor to trim your nails, Your Majesty."

Holding the helmet, Morn looked at the chalk-colored spiral tower again and said:

"He's up there, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The fleet of the Pure White Dynasty was basically wiped out, but the war was not over yet, or in other words, the war that really decided everything was only beginning now.

Everything they did before was just to prevent the balance of war from being too tilted in their favor.

But that’s okay, I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Moen withdrew his gaze and said calmly:

"Armor."

Grand Duke Barbatos immediately stood up and put on Morne's armor with his own hands.

When the last helmet was carefully put on Morn's head by Archduke Barbatos.

She humbly bowed and got out of the way:

"We welcome your triumph, Your Majesty!"

Morn didn't answer them, just moved towards the chalk tower in silence.

After so many things, the night is gradually coming to an end.

The fire representing dawn quietly emerges in the distant sky.

That light not only marks the coming of the sun, but also represents the departure of the moon.

The pure white glow is still intertwined in the sky.

This means that everything here is still carefully hidden by the pure white goddess.

Wait until Morn's footsteps step on the last step.

Morn also saw the last enemy.

The brave king from the wilderness.

The white king with lion and gold as the main tones.

He did not look at the stairs behind him, he looked at the distant sky.

The morning sun has pierced the night.

Hearing the movement behind him, he finally turned around and looked at Morn.

The two giant swords were still inserted on both sides of him.

He did not speak, but Morn knew he was laughing.

Laughing that he finally waited for a qualified enemy.

And behind Morn, the dark moon disappeared, and the original moon gradually disappeared.

Now it is daytime, and the long night has dissipated.

The White King put his hands on the handles of the double swords, which might be thicker than an adult's arms.

But he immediately put down his hands and looked at Moon silently.

Knowing what he meant, Moon raised his hand to show the ring of the unearthed and said:

"I also have weapons, this and this!"

The blood-colored spear rose from the ground, and after a casual fold, Moon took the spear in his hand with a gun flower.

At this point, the White King was satisfied and reached for his double swords.

This is good, this is right!

When the double swords were pulled out of the ground, the entire top of the tower seemed to be pulled up by his powerful force.

Countless broken stones flew up at this moment.

In the dust, the giant-like king held the double swords and rushed over thousands of miles away.

The moment the double swords were swung down, the blood spear in Moon's hand was broken.

However, the double swords cut off the blood spears, but did not cut Moon.

In an extremely extreme dodge, Moon dodged the heavy blow and threw away the broken spear in his hand, and raised his hand to stab the opponent's body.

The bloody spear condensed in his hand again, but Moon's attack also failed to hit the opponent.

The heavy blade just blocked it casually and broke the blood spear.

The difference in weapons was too big.

But it didn't matter, Moon knew how to make up for such a gap.

Taking advantage of the opponent's heavy blade again, Moon just lightly touched it and flew to the top of the giant's head.

The new spear appeared again in Moon's hands and stabbed out.

The tall king reacted, and he instinctively tried to raise his hand again to block it all with the huge blade.

But the moment he raised his hand, he noticed something wrong.

The knife was much heavier than usual.

It was because he just stretched out his hand to borrow strength, and he touched his own knife with the Ring of Earth.

So it was not the knife that changed, but his own strength?

He completed the suppression?

With just a slight glance, the tall king understood everything.

He did not feel aggrieved or resentful.

Instead, he laughed more happily in the gap between his visors.

That's how it should be, you have to use everything in battle!

Without that spear, use the Nine Rings of Humanity to make up for it!

Only this is right, only this is worth fighting!

In the collision of metal, the tall king was stabbed in the back by Moon's spear.

The huge momentum even made him fall forward involuntarily.

Although he stabilized his body after a moment and swung the knife behind him.

But the expected feeling of cutting meat did not appear, but the knife sank and was taken away by someone's force.

After turning around, Moon had two blood spears in his hands again and turned a gun flower.

At the same time, the tall king felt that his power was suppressed more and more.

The knife and armor were much heavier than before.

In contrast, the corners of his mouth were raised more and more.

He raised the giant knife and pointed it at Moon, indicating to continue.

Moon naturally agreed.

Only this time, it was Moon who charged forward.

The two swords swung, and the blood spears shattered.

In the twists and turns, every move of Moon was almost to stay alive by sticking to the opponent's sword.

But even if the opponent swung hundreds of swords and cut off his spear hundreds of times.

Moon still didn't get hit once.

This was a duel of dexterity and strength.

It was also a battle of skills.

This was the first time in Moon's memory that he had fought like this, but as the tall king rushed forward, everything happened naturally.

He knew how to keep the rhythm, how to see through the opponent's intentions to avoid fatal attacks, and how to use all his conditions to win.

It was as if he had experienced such a battle countless times.

The battle between the two kings continued.

But the blood clans below looked blankly at the seemingly motionless chalk tower.

"Why is there no movement?"

Let alone the battle between the kings, even when two demigods were fighting for their lives, they should have made an extremely huge movement.

Duke Acardo, who had seen his son, looked at the chalk tower thoughtfully and said:

"Because both of them are rare benevolent kings."

The battle between kings should not be so simple, and the only reason is that neither king wants to add scars to the earth and the world because of themselves.

And that was enough. They were not fighting, they were enjoying the battle.

Another spear was smashed, but Morn, who was flipping in the air, caught a rare opportunity.

He turned around at a tricky angle and thrust out a new spear.

Amid the sound of metal clashing, Morn's spear pierced into the opponent's back.

But the giant knife that should have slowed down a beat so that he could withdraw calmly suddenly accelerated and chopped over.

For the first time, the sound of flesh being cut was heard on the slightly silent battlefield.

The tall king, whose back was almost full of blood spears, re-inserted his double swords into the ground while turning around, and in the rare opportunity, he folded his hands and looked at the Moon King in front of him.

This was not contempt, nor was the outcome decided, but he also needed to rest.

Even if it was only for this short time.

For the knife just now, he waited for a long time, but unfortunately, even at this time, the opponent also left a little spare energy to win a chance for himself.

The knife did not cut off the opponent's body as expected, but it did cut off the opponent's right hand.

And the Moon King in front of the tall king.

The helmet had fallen to the ground, and the right arm had been cut off at the shoulder.

A huge sense of exhaustion surged all over his body.

Both sides adjusted themselves in silence.

After three breaths, Morn suppressed the surging sense of exhaustion.

After picking up the helmet from the ground and putting it on again, Morn also picked up his hand, just needing to touch it gently.

The arm was restored to its original state.

Raising his hand and grasping it, a new spear condensed in his hand.

Lowering his body, the final blow was at this moment.

The tall king, who seemed to have noticed this, also slowly stretched his hand to his double swords.

Under the gaze of the tall king, Morn suddenly attacked at a speed he had never seen before.

The double swords immediately left the ground and chopped out, and the feeling of cutting meat came again.

But this time he still failed to cut off the opponent's body, instead he was jumped all the way to his head by his double swords.

This was the first time that the two kings were so close.

In the mutual gaze.

Moon approached the tall king with great satisfaction, and whispered a sentence that made the other party frown slightly because of confusion:

"Aurora is waiting for you!"

The blood spear stabbed down, and the countless spears that were originally inserted into the opponent's back exploded instantly.

The scarlet flower composed of blood bloomed from then on!

The elegant Moon King jumped back to the place where he came from in the blooming of the scarlet flower.

The lost arm was taken back and reattached by him again.

On the opposite side of him, the tall king under the blooming scarlet flower could no longer hold on and knelt on the ground.

One of the huge double swords was out of his control for the first time.

It fell heavily to the ground.

The result of the battle was no longer in doubt.

He lost.

The loss was indisputable.

But the tall king still looked at Moon in confusion.

He had no evidence, but he felt that the other party did it on purpose.

His fighting skills far surpassed his own, and he was a hero who truly ended two eras.

But he seemed to have spent a lot of time and losses that shouldn't have been spent in order to end it in this way.

What's the point of blooming?

The tall king wanted to stand up and ask the other party why he did that.

But he staggered to his knees as soon as he stood up.

He wasn't dead yet, but he was almost dead.

He looked up at the Moon King opposite him in his huge gasps.

The other party seemed to think that the battle was over, so he wanted to let him go.

Yes, there was no reason for him to kill him.

This was good, so that she would know that everything she pursued had always been impossible to achieve.

The king from the wilderness accepted his failure calmly.

This was a fair battle, the other party won openly, and he lost with conviction.

It was time to end.

He wanted to admit his failure, but when he finally stood up with the blade.

He felt that his wounds were healing rapidly and his strength was rising rapidly.

White light descended from his head!

‘Aurora is waiting for you! ’

The tall king suddenly understood what the other party meant.

He admitted defeat, but she did not.

After a brief hesitation, the tall king continued to remain silent.

As usual.

The brilliant pure white light overshadowed all the lights and colors here.

The pure white goddess descended from the void.

She was the only one who reached the end of the pure white road, and the only goddess who could represent charm.

She was obviously the embodiment of charm, but her appearance was not charming at all.

Instead, it was full of unimaginable holiness.

Or if there is anything that can describe gentleness, then the goddess in front of him is it!

The only ceremony for pure white to become a god - to capture the hearts of an era with gentleness alone.

The holy and gentle goddess stepped into the world from the sky.

In the white glow, she gently embraced her king.

She dispelled the hideous wounds left by Morn on his back, bringing more powerful power and gifts.

The golden and black swords were even slowly dyed pure white.

In the silent silence, the tall king stood up again with his goddess on his back.

And the pure white goddess behind him spoke for him:

"Old Dark Moon King!"

The appearance of the God and the King made their sense of oppression reach its peak at this moment.

It seemed as if they were the center of the world at this moment.

In fact, it was true.

Only gods and kings are the masters of the world!

The tall king carried his goddess on his back and looked down at the ancient warrior in front of him.

The voice of the goddess was full of majesty:

"If you know the current situation and are worried about the future of the whole world."

"Then please make way!"

But in this endless majesty, there was also a gentleness that could easily capture people's hearts:

"I will bring a gentle world to all living beings."

"I promise you that it is the old king who has awakened and returned. That road will be carried out to the end by me, Aurora, and the king who promised me!"

"It will definitely be a gentle and beautiful world that satisfies everyone!"

In the endless majesty and tenderness of the goddess.

The pure white light almost filled Moen's sight.

This left only Aurora and the beautiful future she promised in his eyes!

Moen knew that she was right, representing the possibility of the charming pure white road.

With a peaceful smile, the goddess extended her hand to Morn and made her invitation:

"So, come, embrace this tender and beautiful future with me!"

In the endless brilliant light.

Moen extended his hand.

This made the pure white goddess smile with satisfaction.

But soon, her smile disappeared completely.

Because it was not the hand extended to her!

The golden-haired goddess, who represented the rule, slowly walked out of her fantasy of a better future and walked out of the palace that had just been renamed.

Looking up at the Seven Hills in the distance.

She felt something calling her.

In the distant Roselorian Forest, the glorious holy tree showed a more dazzling brilliance than any previous moment.

Even in the shadowy veil hanging upside down under the water mirror.

The ancient beautiful goddess also extended her hand to the front with a smile.

And in the old capital at the foot of the holy tree.

The goddess representing the shadow sun looked into the distance with a surge of excitement. She heard a call, which came from her heart and from a follower's prayer to the moon-white longbow.

She felt that something was waiting for her.

The goddess in the palace.

The goddess in the curtain.

The goddess in the old capital.

They all stretched out their hands involuntarily toward the front.

But in the next moment.

The moon came!

For the first time, the cold and lonely dark moon left the original moon, and even for the first time left the night and appeared in the sky.

She dispelled the sun and brought the night.

And in front of the pure white goddess.

The beautiful goddess from the cold dark moon stood behind her king holding a sword-shaped spear.

The king betrayed the god.

The king betrayed the god!

This is the only big chapter tonight, so you don't have to wait.