Huh? Are they all real?

This was beyond everyone's expectations.

Whether it was mortals or goddesses.

The mortals looked at the sun that suddenly disappeared overhead, and the cold dark moon that suddenly appeared after being silent for countless years.

Some smart people quickly told their companions that it must be the dark moon that found the king.

The blood race burst into huge cheers after a brief shock. After countless generations of waiting, they finally waited for the gods of their race.

And it was not the crazy blood moon, but the cold and gentle dark moon!

The goddesses withdrew their outstretched hands with a sense of loss. They had different expressions but raised their eyebrows and looked at the elegant dark moon.

They didn't like it, they resisted it, but they couldn't tell the reason.

It was as if the cold moon hanging high in the distant sky had quietly snatched away something very important.

After a brief gaze, the goddesses all looked at their hands at the same time.

Just now, why did you stretch your hands forward?

Only the king, the king who stood quietly in front of the goddess, was not disturbed by everything.

He had been waiting for all this to happen.

At the end of the distant Second Era, when the elegant Moon King fought against the crazy Blood Moon as an angel.

Everyone thought it was impossible to succeed.

The Piercer was not a god, nor did he have the uniqueness in his hands, nor did he have the support of any god.

As an angel, he could never defeat a real god, even if that god was crazy.

In fact, it was true that even a powerful Piercer was treated like a toy by the Blood Moon.

All the onlookers felt that it was not even an unequal battle.

It was completely a one-sided massacre.

But just when everyone thought it was over, people saw the new moon!

The elegant, cold moon emerged from the sky just like now.

The Piercer's Saint would always come when he needed it most.

So at this moment, the Moon King's Goddess was the same!

The difference is that at the end of the Second Era, I believed that she would be able to complete the ascension and come here.

Now, I believe that she will find everything and come back to me.

There was no word, just the closeness of the two sides made them understand each other's thoughts.

The sword-shaped spear carefully collected by the goddess was given to its real owner by the goddess.

When the weapon that can really be called a weapon was picked up by the elegant Moon King.

The tall king on the opposite side also drew his double swords again with great solemnity.

The opponent is much stronger than himself, not in strength, but in the control of the battle.

Even if it was just a fight, the tall king knew that the opponent was worthy of the name of a hero who ended two eras.

It is definitely not comparable to the sword of a mortal like himself.

The king from the wilderness was called a strong man who reached the pinnacle by many heroes. But he knew that the pinnacle was limited to mortals.

But he must fight and must win, otherwise he cannot protect his love.

"My king, my love. Don't worry, don't be anxious, I'm here!"

The pure white goddess hugged her king tighter and tighter. The pure white road that represents charm is not a very suitable way for direct battle.

Her real strength lies in his theoretically unlimited charm - that is, the eternal control that even gods cannot escape.

She is very clear about this and has made a lot of efforts for this. The emperor Loiman who is only one step away from becoming a god, the returning peeper Sals, and the crazy blood moon that has been sealed until now.

These three are her preparations. As long as there is the first outer god who succumbs to the pure white, her advantages and ambitions can begin to expand without limit.

However, the emperor Loiman, who should have won without any pressure, met Trajan, who may only be one in an era.

The returning Sals has not yet found the uniqueness hidden by the devil Sauron.

The crazy blood moon only needs the last seal to return, but it is blocked by the powerful moon king at the last step.

Perhaps the only luck is that the sword and shield king who has worked hard all his life has no idea of ​​leaving the gentle land.

The Dark Lord who forged nineteen powerful rings had already ended in the clamor of the coalition forces of all races.

And the powerful Moon King and his goddess in front of her had been dragged in front of her.

Because neither she nor her path was good at fighting.

So the Pure White Goddess still tried to negotiate:

"I am the only person who has successfully practiced the Pure White Road in several eras. I can tell you sincerely that you just need to make way."

"The Seven Hills will be safe and sound, and the Blood Clan will still be in your hands. As for the returning Blood Moon, I will teach Him what gentleness and love are. He will not be your enemy."

"He will only be a companion who will create a better world with me!"

In response to Aurora's speech, Morn, holding a sword-shaped spear, said coldly:

"People who only love themselves cannot make me believe. If you don't want to go to war, please leave now. In this way, we can still get tranquility and peace!"

Theoretically, the charm of Pure White is unlimited, so if the main god of the Pure White Road is not Aurora, a woman who only loves herself, Morn may really give way.

A person who can capture an era with just tenderness is theoretically trustworthy.

But unfortunately, Aurora is absolutely untrustworthy. She is just a performer who follows her own wishes.

And he often destroys his own performance at will.

Not to mention acting for a lifetime, even half of his life is a joke.

"That's a pity, I can't just leave. My people have shed too much blood for today! I must fulfill their expectations!"

"They just drowned in your beautiful dream full of lies for your performance."

Moen exposed the other party without hesitation.

Aurora was not angry, but just leaned on her king and said:

"Is there really no other way?"

"I said, the only way is for you to leave now."

Aurora's white eyes moved from Dark Moon to Moon and said:

"We don't need to fight for a win-win situation."

Moen sighed and said:

"You won't retreat, and I won't give in, but if you are stalling for time, then you can give up."

Aurora shook her head and said:

"I don't understand what you mean."

Moen calculated the time and said:

"Because Sals has failed."

The moment this sentence came out, Aurora's pupils shrank slightly.

——

Deep underground in the Seven Hills Palace.

The blood from Wuming is still slowly and firmly corroding the seal of the wellhead.

But when another drop of scarlet blood fell.

Sals walked out of the shadows.

It is indeed difficult to break into this seal without alarming anyone.

It's just that Aurora was really generous and gave him the seal he asked for.

Sals still looks at his body and hands with a little surprise.

The uniqueness is obviously not in his body, but he has regained the power of sequence zero.

Although time is short and is passing quickly.

But it is enough.

Anyway, all he wants is to break the seal and release the blood moon.

It's time to fulfill his prophecy that day.

Sals raised his hand to the wellhead in front of him and said:

"The big bell rings three times, the gods return!"

The seal on the wellhead began to twist and collapse instantly, and it completely collapsed after a while.

A huge suction force came out from the wellhead again. At the same moment when the suction force appeared, Sals frowned tightly.

This movement is not right!

After taking a closer look, Sals took a breath of cold air.

Empty? !

The last seal clearly pointed to this place!

Is it the coordinates?

Is there something wrong with the coordinates? !

Sals subconsciously looked up, but immediately shook his head again.

No, it's not in the Seven Hills.

The ancient stone slab reappeared, and Sals' left hand followed:

"Tell me the answer!"

The voice that once appeared in the wrong history floated again deep underground.

As expected, the stone slab shattered instantly.

Sals's eyebrows jumped.

This was a bit unexpected.

Although it was temporary, he was still a god, how could he fail?

Is it because of the lack of uniqueness?

After a brief hesitation, Sals, who found that time was running out, raised his hand again, and a new stone slab also appeared, which was different and the same.

This time Sals put his hand on the stone slab again.

"Tell me the exact answer, in the name of the all-seeing eye!"

The eyes that peeked into the future felt a huge suction bursting from the stone slab in his hand at this moment.

But before he could continue to react.

The reminder from inspiration made him subconsciously raise his hand.

With a bang, the stone slab shattered instantly.

He looked at his suddenly raised hand with a little surprise.

He just felt the danger.

What kind of high and terrible thing did the prophecy touch?

What to do? Continue or give up?

He wanted to give up, but time was running out. At most one minute, he would turn from a god back into a mortal.

After a moment of holding on, he made up his mind. This is also good. Anyway, time is running out. Even if something goes wrong at that time, it will only be a failure of the prophecy.

But the true god made up his mind, and black and white became the main colors of him and this place.

"I am Sals Poseidon Kratosde. The one who follows the eldest son, the one who serves the past, and the one who pursues the future."

Sals once again announced his identity to the whole world.

The only difference is that He didn't know that this had happened before, and he was accompanied by the king from the wilderness at that time.

And as His announcement began, a giant hand with an eye in the center of the palm appeared above His head for the first time.

The eyes born from the giant hand were tightly closed.

"In the name of the one who took over the throne of the eldest son, in the name of the Lord of Prophecy, in the name of the one who peeped at the omniscience."

"I command you, the world, to tell me the answer!"

"The exact answer!"

The eyes on the giant hand suddenly opened at the same time.

The truth is revealed here!

The black curtain fell at this moment.

Sals finally saw what Morn had told the dwarves.

Originally, this place was a deep underground with no arrangement. The only thing was the wellhead and the long spiral stairs down.

But now, the dwarves decorated the surroundings with countless reliefs.

And they covered them with black curtains.

Because they were just ordinary marble reliefs, they were powerless and did not attract Sals's attention under the cover of the black curtain and the attraction of the wellhead.

And at this moment, when Sals touched the prophecy.

The curtain that the dwarves had nailed tightly to the relief fell down the moment they could no longer hold on.

Countless reliefs that frightened Sals were revealed - the eldest sons.

And they were reliefs of the eldest sons being sent one by one to sleep in the Valley of Monuments!

This reminded him of his own death.

The evil voice deceived him.

Let his prophecy point to the Valley of Death Monuments where the eldest sons sleep.

So why?

Why are there these reliefs here?

In Sals's panic, the prophecy has been completely activated.

The stone slabs shattered in an instant, and so did the reliefs around them.

Their debris set off a huge storm that trapped Sals firmly in it.

Sals wanted to stop the prophecy, but he found that his prophecy had gone out of control.

Because he had no time, he was no longer a god, he was now a mortal!

Angels cannot stop the prophecy of gods!

Even if they were initiated by themselves!

And the prophecy that touched the ultimate mystery was completely out of control.

After realizing the great fear brought by inspiration, Sals wanted to rush out immediately.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, his wrist was instantly broken by the flying stone chips.

Sals didn't even dare to cover his wrist and scream in pain. He wanted to rush out, and rush out quickly.

Because his flesh and blood were mixed with the flying stone storm.

He had seen the horrors he had seen before - the pale green sun, the empty eyes, the muddy sea, the headless giant

"No, no, no!"

These were the things that killed him.

These were the pollution manifestations after the death of the eldest sons.

Sals' eyes began to spit fire, and his flesh and blood began to wither.

But he was still alive, and this time it was far less profound than the last time.

But at the same time, he was no longer the true god last time.

"How can I die here again?!"

Sals burst into a huge roar, he blew up the last part of his body and sent his head out.

He couldn't accept that he died in the same place twice.

This time, he succeeded.

Although only his head was sent out, he did break out of the terrifying storm of stone chips.

"Hahaha, I'm alive, I'm alive!"

The dry head without a body laughed crazily on the ground.

But what he didn't notice was that a very, very small piece of stone chips fell into his eyes.

So, he saw the truth that he had never seen before - the eldest sons gathered in front of the long table, their faces were distorted, and they were frantically sharing the nameless but extremely sacred flesh and blood in front of them.

Why did the eldest sons do this?

When curiosity arose, Sals knew it was over.

Because the eldest sons all looked at him.

His perspective began to change.

From far to close.

From passers-by to food.

Knife and fork, big hands gradually covered his field of vision.

In order to protect the secrets of history that cannot be told, the eldest sons shared the stupid new eyes across time.

Sals knew he was dead.

It was just that he was very strange, and the strange thing was not that he died because of the prophecy again.

It is an ancient motto that the prophet will eventually die because of the prophecy.

There is no need to be strange.

The only thing he was wondering was why his prophecy did not come true?

The big bell rang three times, and the gods returned.

The warriors and kings of the previous two times all returned one by one, and the iron gate bell also rang long.

But what about the gods this time?

Before the last eyeballs were forked and chewed up.

Sals finally saw the answer.

In the sky that should have belonged to the sun.

The cold, elegant and no longer lonely dark moon returned to the world with the night.

At the same time, Sals also heard the melodious long ringing of the iron gate bell.

He actually misinterpreted all the prophecies, and his death was not unjust.

In infinite self-mockery, Sals laughed at himself and embraced the darkness.

——

Looking at Aurora who was still silent in front of him.

Morn took out the only gift he took away from the Seven Hills from his breastplate-the medal from Thorin.

"This is the real seal!"

Morn turned the hammer and crown over, revealing the scarlet blood moon.

Deep in the Seven Hills, I left a letter to Balin, asking him and the dwarves to leave a gift for Sals that Morn had thought of for him.

A gift to die again because of his past mistakes and contempt.

Morn believed that this must be the most suitable gift for a prophet!

For that picture, I ran through more than 2,000 pictures, and only these three were relatively good. After choosing and choosing, I still chose the one from yesterday. I also posted these two pictures for everyone to see.