Huh? Are they all real?

There is nothing to say about what happened afterwards.

Revisiting the old place, worshipping the crowd, meeting the messenger.

When the night fell again.

For the first time, the goddess Selene did not stay with Morn all the time, but went straight to the kitchen.

She began to prepare dinner for her lover with the ingredients that were delivered in a hurry.

For the immortals, food is no longer a necessity, but preparing food for others, especially for their lovers, seems to have always been the greatest hobby of the immortals.

It was also because she was worried that she would become unfamiliar after not doing it for many years. Therefore, Selene went into the kitchen very early.

Morn wanted to follow her to see, but Selene refused him and locked him out of the kitchen.

So Morn could only come to the outside of the palace alone and watch the night view quietly.

The pocket watch was opened, and the terrifying crack was still so hideous.

After staring for a while, Morn closed the pocket watch and put it away.

He turned to think about what he saw during the day, not Aurora, nor the blood clan, or the Seven Hills.

But that line of lonely geese, a total of seven Yana geese.

Seven is the holy number of that eye, and after him, Sals abolished the holy number of seven for prophets.

So is that guy alive?

First Anstis, then Sals

After frowning slightly, Moon, who knew the answer, couldn't help but sigh.

You are prophets, not cockroaches!

Can you not be so disgusting.

So the question now is, where is that guy?

According to his entanglement with me, I will definitely bump into him in the future, and if the target is him, it is unrealistic to find him by extraordinary means.

The prophet must die.

This is the only thing that Moon insisted on when he almost entered the wrong ending.

There is only one most difficult one left among the three troublemakers.

This made Moon feel unspeakable pressure.

The prophet is the bad guy who is most likely to make everything of Moon collapse instantly.

But think about it carefully, the most important thing now is not how to find him, but to make him not make in-depth predictions about a certain identity of his.

After a short pause, Moon decided to give him a big one to shock him.

The Ring of Earth was taken from Moon's hand.

This represents the powerful force of one of the nine rings of mankind, and is also a relic from ancient times.

If there is anything that will make that guy feel deeply afraid.

That is the only thing.

The blasphemous feast that has been buried deep in history by the eldest sons.

Morn turned and walked towards the forging hall of King Turin. King Turin is a dwarf, and dwarves are best at forging.

So King Turin also has a forging hall dedicated to him.

There is everything Morn needs there.

Balin, who was called, accompanied Morn to the forging hall of King Turin in confusion.

This place was originally sealed, but if it was Morn, the dwarves were willing to reopen it.

Anyway, the King of the Moon used this place back then.

As the dusty door was pushed open, the extinguished oven was directly displayed in front of Morn.

The many dwarf masters who came in with Morn looked at the ancient relics with burning eyes.

This is the pinnacle representative of dwarf man-made.

Balin also looked around with envy and asked Morn:

"So what are you going to do? If you want to forge something, we will preheat the furnace for you."

"Sorry, I will pick something for myself first."

The dwarves nodded and started working immediately. After being silent for countless generations, the flames from the center of the earth flowed through the pipes and furnaces of the dwarves again.

The scorching breath instantly filled the whole room.

"Ahahaha, there is really no problem!"

Looking at the perfectly running forge hall, the dwarf masters laughed out loud.

At the same time, they were more and more looking forward to what the Moon King would forge.

When Morn found all the things, the dwarves were a little surprised.

Because the other party only brought a medium-sized forging hammer and a dagger.

"What are you going to do?"

Moen looked at the dagger and hammer in his hand and said:

"I'm sorry I can't explain it clearly. Also, can you please leave first?"

Moen wanted as few people as possible to know what he was going to do, for his own safety as well as theirs.

The dwarves had no objection. After confirming that the fire had been burning normally and would not go out by itself, they all bowed and left.

When only Moen was left in the huge forging hall.

Moen cut open his palm towards the furnace in front of him.

Blood spilled into the furnace, and the flames burned fiercely.

But the temperature of the entire room dropped suddenly, from scorching heat to freezing cold.

It was in sharp contrast to the flames that almost burned the entire furnace red.

Seeing this, Moen did not hesitate to put the Earth Ring on the anvil.

This is a powerful ring that is theoretically almost impossible to destroy by normal means.

Because its power source has extremely high specifications.

Even the ring itself resists all changes.

However, he still had a way to destroy Moon's words.

Blood still flowed from the palm of his hand that he had cut himself, but Moon didn't feel the pain at all and used his blood to draw a complex rune on the anvil.

After confirming that there was no mistake in the inscription, Moon put the Earth Ring on it.

He clenched his palm and dripped his blood onto the ring.

The inscription began to burn, and the ring shone more and more.

Moen also struck with the hammer in his hand.

After the sound of metal clashing, one of the nineteen rings that Lilith had crushed with all her strength was instantly broken.

And there was no sign of recovery.

It did not attract any attention.

Before the inscription burned out.

Moen took a deep breath and scattered the ring fragments into the cold and burning furnace.

The change happened at this moment. The moment the ring fragments fell in, the entire furnace began to extinguish from the point of landing.

Almost in a blink of an eye, the fire that covered half of the forging hall was completely extinguished and frozen.

This is not a failure, this is a success!

When the last eyes returned, the whole human union showed the miracle from Him.

And when Moen's ring finally burned and returned.

The whole world heard a sound.

That was the sudden beating of the heart.

Although it was only for a moment, this sound undoubtedly entered everyone's ears.

Even the deaf heard this sound at this moment.

This is true for any living creature, including elves, horned men, humans, giants, orcs, dwarves, and goblins.

The sound of the beating heart is like thunder.

But strangely, no one is afraid of it. They are confused and puzzled, but they are extremely relieved.

No one knows why, because no one has ever encountered such a thing.

People can only speculate that this may be a sign of the return of a supreme being.

Some people are more bold and say that this is the awakening of the original.

And claim that what they heard is the heartbeat of the creator!

But as to who this sound comes from, mortals don’t know, and the gods and kings don’t know either.

And under the prosperous city of the Human Union.

While people in the streets and alleys are constantly flowing, they are also very eager to discuss the wonders they saw during the day.

That is the manifestation of the number seven.

Some people say it is a miracle, some say it is a prank by someone, and some think it may be the return of the wandering AI.

But strangely, the Human Union government has remained silent on this.

In response to citizens’ inquiries, they just said they are investigating.

But because there was no substantial loss, the mood of the crowd did not change much.

They just kept discussing this matter.

In the crowd, a thin man with a strange tattoo on his neck was looking at this different world.

His eyes were not curious, even though all this was unknown to him.

The only thing in his eyes was wisdom, a deep wisdom that could be known just by looking at each other.

It was as if this man saw through all the causes and effects of the world and time.

In fact, everyone who came into contact with him felt the same way.

Couples who talked to him would get just the right push from him and become closer.

The confused middle-aged man found his direction because he said something to him.

The dying old man was greatly comforted just because of his accidental encounter with him.

He guided everyone who met him like a wise prophet.

But now, he, everyone around him, and the foreign land he was in.

Everyone heard that heartbeat.

People looked around in surprise, trying to find the source of the sound. Only when they found that the people around them had the same reaction did they realize that the sound seemed to be the same as the number seven during the day.

However, just like over there, people were confused, but they felt particularly relieved about this sound that should have been very scary.

In the two worlds, there was only one person who felt an exception.

That was the thin man with a strange tattoo on his neck.

The moment he heard the heartbeat, his pupils shrank sharply.

Then he looked around in disbelief, trying to tell himself that it was just an accident, but when he saw that the others were the same.

He almost stumbled and fell.

How could it be? !

A huge feeling of suffocation emerged like a tide, and then drowned him in the street without moisture.

With a plop, he fell to the ground like a mortal who was about to drown because of the suffocation.

Passersby who noticed that something was wrong with him tried to help him up and kindly asked about his health.

But he couldn't hear the voices of passers-by, nor could he get rid of the terrible suffocation.

Even though he knew better than anyone that this suffocation that seemed to drown him came from his own fear.

He just pushed the passers-by away like a clown, and then stumbled away.

He just wanted to stay away from the place where he heard the voice.

They were all there back then, but now he was the only one.

If that was true, he couldn't imagine what would happen in the future.

After running blindly for a long time, he fell to the ground and gasped like a thirsty fish.

The voice disappeared.

But there was no mistake, it must be Him!

He is back!

He is here to take everything back!

He will not forgive me, and my mother will not forgive us!

Hide, hide, must hide!

It is impossible to win, it is impossible to win, only me!

Only me!!!

Using his hands and feet to climb up with difficulty, he stumbled and disappeared into the depths of the street like his disappeared wisdom.

And where he was originally going, some people with inverted triangles drawn on the back of their hands walked out of the room and looked around suspiciously.