I let the genie out of the bottle

"Finally, we've obtained it—the new steel hatched from the remains of our lord—"

Looking at the platinum-gold dagger, the massive white dragon that the God Ancestor had transformed into trembled slightly, and huge tears rolled down from his golden eyes.

At this moment, she was filled with excitement.

The significance of this knife to her goes far beyond mere power.

More than anything, it's a form of recognition.

The fact that the savior's divine blade was still willing to respond to him meant that his lord recognized his efforts and that all the energy he had spent had not been in vain.

"Ugh, Master—" Bai Long choked back tears, her sobs a mixture of girlish grief and solace.

Beside her, the unruly Lancelot held a platinum dagger in his hand, which quietly emitted a soft platinum glow.

"Because you are a subject of the Last King, are you able to summon his weapons?"

Lu Ye, who had been silently watching the whole thing without making any attempt to stop it, looked thoughtful as he watched this scene.

So, what's next?

Do you think you can fight me with just this one knife?

If I could, I wouldn't give you the chance.

Lu Ye smiled with interest, silently watching the three performers opposite him.

Although he had casually inserted the Savior Blade into the ground, he had already considered the possibility that the other party might summon the Savior Blade.

Therefore, he casually tampered with the weapon.

Of course, barring any unforeseen circumstances, that little trick is unlikely to come in handy—after all, he left behind a backup plan only to prevent even a one in a thousand or one in ten thousand possibility.

"O secret power of oak, please help your uncle!"

The ancestor of the gods shouted in a foreign language and immediately performed magic.

Suddenly, an oak handle appeared on the white blade bearing the name of savior, and it was then held in Lancelot's right hand. Combining a short blade with a long wooden handle, it was a 'gun'.

Perhaps, at this moment, this weapon should be renamed the Savior Gun?

“Uncle, this is proof that our master has not abandoned us and acknowledges our efforts.” Guinevere looked at the platinum spear tip, her eyes brimming with tears. “Let this power prove our master’s might!”

Without Lancelot showing a hearty smile, he was about to respond.

At this moment, Lu Ye revealed a slightly curious expression.

The fact that this duo went to such great lengths made him feel a little itchy to join in.

So he reached out his hand toward the savior's sword, or rather, the gun, in Lancelot's hand.

Chapter 155 The Great Law of Alliance!

Lu Ye slowly extended his hand, aiming at the spear held by the disobedient Lancelot.

Lu Ye felt somewhat bewildered that his weapon, which he had possessed for some time, had been recalled by someone else.

So, he wanted to give it a try.

"Then, savior blade, return to your rightful place."

Looking at the spear that Lancelot was gripping tightly, Lu Ye said softly.

"what?"

Lancelot's expression froze instantly, revealing a look of disbelief.

And so too was the god Gnevel, who was overjoyed at having successfully retrieved his master's weapon.

The enormous dragon face revealed obvious tension and fear.

That fear was not merely a worry about losing the savior's sword in terms of force.

If the world-saving divine sword, intended as the weapon of the final king, ultimately abandons them and is taken away by its enemies—what does this mean?

"Don't joke around. The Savior Blade is the master's weapon, so it's only natural that it should return to our hands."

After waiting a few seconds, and finding that the Savior Blade was still in Lancelot's hand, the white dragon, the incarnation of the God Ancestor, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he gave a slightly awkward smile.

However, the majority of the expression on their faces was one of joy and pride.

"Then, let's take another look," Lu Ye said softly, his tone gentle yet tinged with pity.

Yes, it is pity.

Letting this little girl drown in her beautiful dream is the greatest act of kindness.

Of course, this was something Lu Ye would never allow.

But even so, if the last king is awakened without any knowledge, and then it is discovered that he was already exhausted by his mission, but was forced to wake up because he was awakened—isn't that the cruelest thing?

Although the ending will not change, Lu Ye decides to give her the right to know—of course, this is a kind of gentleness, but also a kind of coldness.

Because the Last King at this moment merely wishes to escape his mission while in slumber. However, even knowing this, the Ancestor God might very well defy the Lord's will and complete his own mission.

And at this time, her performance was exactly what Lu Ye hoped to see.

"Look, what exactly is this thing I hold in my hand?"

As he spoke, he slowly raised one of his arms to shoulder level.

In that hand was a platinum-colored dagger.

The Divine Blade of Salvation—

The savior sword that had just been summoned away by Guinevere has quietly returned to Lu Ye's hands.

However, unlike when it was wielded by the disobedient Lancelot, this divine sword, now possesses a different, serene demeanor.

At this moment, the white divine light on the God of Salvation Blade was burning fiercely like a raging fire.

"The steel that the king possesses—" The pupils, like those of a cold-blooded animal, widened in disbelief.

An incredible, low roar came from Gneville's mouth.

Her gaze shifted with some difficulty, landing on the "spear" Lancelot held—previously, she had used oak as the shaft and a dagger as the tip.

However, at this moment, the "gun" in the hands of this female military hero was reduced to a piece of wood.

"Do you see that? Your lord's power didn't choose to protect you; instead, it willingly surrendered to me." Lu Ye lightly flicked the blade of the divine sword with his fingernail, his expression calm. "Doesn't this prove that all your efforts so far have been utterly meaningless?"

"My beloved son! You must remain calm!" Lancelot said quickly, his expression unusually calm.

"Uncle, have we been...abandoned by our master?"

The enormous white dragon lowered its body, rested its chin on the ground, and looked pitifully at Lancelot, asking in a trembling voice.

"Could it be that we have been disliked by our master because we did not perform our duties well?"

Huge teardrops rolled down from the white dragon's eyes.

When the local mother goddess is reincarnated as the ancestral god, she will lose her past memories.

Therefore, the newly born ancestral god was actually no different from a young child.

From the moment she was born, she was burdened with the mission of awakening the last king.

The Last King is the reason she exists in this world.

However, everything that happened at this moment made her feel like her spirit was about to collapse.

Like someone on the verge of suffocation, she strained to open her mouth wide, desperately trying to inhale the air from the outside world.

So that's how it is—that guy already figured it out?

A sigh appeared in Lancelot's eyes.

It seems my guess was correct as well.

No wonder, no matter how hard we searched, we could never find the location of our lord's resting place, as if we were being influenced by a mysterious force.

Looking back now—

Sure enough, that hero—

Although he had lost his memories, Lancelot still remembered the hero who wielded the divine sword and looked exhausted.

That hero is tired of it.

However, Lancelot would never say these things aloud.

"That's not the case—"

She began to speak, preparing to patiently persuade her friend.

However, a somewhat impatient voice interrupted their conversation.

"That's enough!" Sun Wukong scratched his hairy face, his tone impatient.

"Why should we think so much? If we really want to investigate these things, why not just wake that guy up from his dream and ask him carefully?"

The impatient monkey was already getting annoyed by its two companions' dawdling.

His sharp eyes glared at him with a hint of anger.

"That's true, my beloved son. Compared to other issues, the battle at hand is indeed more important."

Lancelot nodded slightly, his honey-colored hair swaying gently, and replied in a spirited voice.

After completely transforming into a god of disobedience, she also lost some of her delicate and gentle qualities.

At the same time, this is all they can do.

Satisfy the real Demon King in battle, and learn the location of your lord's slumber from her.

Ignoring his two companions, Sun Wukong raised his golden cudgel and roared as he hurled it at Lu Ye.

At this moment, the magical power within him far surpassed that of ordinary disobedient gods.

As a top-tier Steel Hero, he possesses a unique ability—he can utilize the Covenant Technique, originally intended for the Last King!

The more god-slayers you face, the stronger you become.

Although it is only incomplete, it still possesses unimaginable power!

At this moment, there were four god-slayers nearby, and the power within him had reached a level that even he himself was astonished by!

"Demon! Prepare to die!"

Sun Wukong roared angrily at the disobedient man and swung his staff down on the man's head!

Chapter 156 Do you also want to dance?

How many disobedient gods have been defeated so far?

No, or rather, the question should be: how many times more powerful than an ordinary disobedient god has he become?

Even Sun Wukong, who used the Covenant Technique, felt he couldn't even come close to Lu Ye.

Even so, facing Sun Wukong who was using the Covenant Technique, Lu Ye did not rely on his enormous demonic power or the powerful physique of "Walking with Gods" to directly withstand the other's attacks.

With a slight dodge, he avoided Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang, and the divine blade of salvation, wrapped in lightning, slashed mercilessly at Sun Wukong's back.

Even though this mischievous monkey possessed the tough bones and muscles honed in the alchemy furnace, it still couldn't easily withstand a single blow.

It wasn't the original Savior Blade, and it didn't have the sharpness to cut through Sun Wukong's copper tendons and iron bones, but its force did send Sun Wukong flying uncontrollably, like a baseball hit by a baseball bat.

Then, Lu Ye, holding the Book of Enoch, raised his hand and smashed the thick book onto the nose of the white dragon that was tearing at him, causing its chin to hit his knee.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked her in the neck, flipping her massive dragon body over.

Just then, Lu Ye felt countless sharp auras heading towards him.

Of the knights formed from Lancelot's armor, half rode towards him, while the other half remained where they were, simultaneously drawing their bows.

The arrows fell in dense swarms, like raindrops or locusts.

Lu Ye merely glanced at it casually, and a gust of wind instantly rose around him, scattering the arrows that were heading his way.

Incidentally, with one hand he grabbed the gun that Lancelot was thrusting at him against his will, and with a slight lift of his hand, he lifted her up, who was clutching the gun tightly and refusing to let go, and then slammed her heavily to the ground, leaving a huge dent in the ground.

Then, the platinum-gold dagger in his hand unleashed a dense barrage of lightning, engulfing all three enemies in front of him.