Huh? Are they all real?.

Ancient dragons are very different from the dragons of today.

Or, in the eyes of the original, the ancient dragons were the true dragons, perfect creatures that could be called second sons and brothers by the eldest sons.

Even if the gods and mortals of today acknowledge that the so-called dragons of later generations are dragons, it doesn't matter.

The world will not acknowledge it.

So even though Moen doesn't have as many brothers to rely on as he did back then, he still has a good chance of dealing with them.

On the New World, the inedible things left behind by Moen far outnumbered those of the Old World, a barren land in every sense of the word.

Is that really all there is to it?

Moen laughed:

"Don't worry. We just need to wait, because if nothing unexpected happens, they should have realized their misjudgment by now and stopped eating."

Moen's voice was destined not to reach the three-headed dragon's ears.

But the fact that the forest that was once covered by the rainforest is perhaps the best proof.

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In the original Camelot Cathedral.

The girl who had been left there finally woke up slowly.

Lily, still half asleep, rubbed her eyes and looked at what was in front of her.

"Huh? Didn't I feel like I slept for a long time? Why is it still night?"

At first, Lily, who only sensed the darkness of night, couldn't understand it.

But slowly, Ms. Lily's eyes widened.

Because she finally noticed the grotesque scene before her.

"Hey? What's this?!"

I was resting in an abandoned church, so how did I end up with a round table and such exaggerated ruins in front of me when I opened my eyes?

Lily, dumbfounded, stood up in astonishment.

Then he quickly looked around at everything.

But this only made her more confused.

Because she saw the enormous statue of the goddess behind her.

And that throne that he hadn't known whether he was leaning against or sitting on before he got up.

After staring blankly for a few seconds...

Lily then laughed and said:

"Hahaha, I must still be dreaming. Yes, I must still be dreaming."

If she weren't dreaming, Lily wouldn't be able to comprehend what she was seeing.

Because according to her understanding.

She seemed to have been on the throne the whole time, and this place, unsurprisingly, should be the famous Camelot Cathedral.

After all, that round table is just too famous.

But isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?

A stranger sat on the throne of the dead king.

Oh my god, if this gets discovered, I'd be lucky to even be dead.

It's the kind of thing that would terrify any time traveler just by thinking about it.

But it was at this moment that Ms. Lily suddenly felt a hand on her body.

A chill instantly spread throughout her body.

She immediately knelt on the ground, crying and shouting:

"I don't know, I don't know anything! Waaah, don't kill me! I haven't blasphemed any gods or kings!"

A black curtain appeared behind the girl, and a voice that was both completely unfamiliar and strangely familiar came from behind her.

"Don't worry, you didn't sit on it, you just leaned against the throne. Besides, I'm not her."

Chapter 307 The Holy Lance and the Holy Tree

With this inexplicable feeling, Lily turned her head to see who was behind her.

Then she saw a woman completely hidden behind a curtain.

Her figure was graceful, but her true face was not visible.

But it possesses a refined and otherworldly elegance.

And a strange sense of familiarity and unfamiliarity.

After a moment of stunned silence, Lily asked:

"who are you?"

Only the alluring woman, whose face remained indistinct, spoke to Lily:

"That's not important, child. What's important is that I'm taking you away."

"where to?"

Seeing the other person's outstretched hand, Lily instinctively stepped back while asking this question.

The other party's response made her even more uneasy.

"No matter where you are, you can't be here. This will make things spiral out of control."

With the other party in front of her and the throne behind her that she dared not touch, Lily had nowhere to retreat.

All I could do was close my eyes in fear and wait for it all to end.

The moment she closed her eyes, she felt a gentle breeze.

This made her open her eyes, and then she saw an even more incomprehensible scene.

A tall, proud goddess, as proud as a lion, suddenly appeared in front of her and tightly grasped her hand.

Storm Goddess Denise?

The sight of the tall, beautiful woman who looked almost exactly like the statue behind her instantly caused poor Lily Heather to freeze up.

The conversation between the two parties only made her more and more confused about the world and her situation.

The graceful woman whose hand had been grabbed by the Storm Goddess wasn't angry; she simply looked at the other person and smiled, saying:

"Hello, we haven't officially met yet, my sister."

She calls the Storm Goddess her sister? ??

The goddess, still holding on, said in a completely flat voice:

“We are not sisters; we are simply grouped together because we belong to the same Creator.”

The other party ignored this, and simply approached the tall Storm Goddess, then extended her hand toward her face:

"No matter what, we are sisters. That will never change. And please allow me to consider myself the older sister."

Lily, standing right behind the two goddesses, was completely baffled by all of this.

Then she saw the Storm Goddess mercilessly slap away the hand that was reaching for her cheek:

"I told you, we're not sisters, I don't like you, don't touch me."

The alluring woman hidden behind the curtains showed no signs of life; she merely chuckled and tilted her head to look at her, saying:

"Do you not like me touching you, or do you not like anyone other than him touching you?"

This time, the Storm Goddess finally fell silent.

However, after a moment, she finally spoke:

"I am a weapon, and I should not be picked up or touched by others."

But this answer elicited a clear sense of sorrow from the graceful woman:

“My sister, you are not a weapon, you are a human being, a person with love. You should not consider yourself a heartless weapon, you should embrace a better future.”

Of the four sacred relics, the Holy Grail is just that—the Holy Grail. The Holy Sword remains missing to this day. Only the Holy Lance is close to her.

Lily couldn't see what the Storm Goddess's expression was like, and she didn't dare to really look.

The only reason she stayed here was because she had no idea whether she should run away or not.

However, Lily also felt that the Storm Goddess seemed to be angry at this moment.

There's no reason, it's just a feeling.

If I had to say something, it would be that the Storm Goddess's reply was unusually animated in its tone and expression:

"Don't impose your ideas on me. I am different from you; I am a weapon, a weapon belonging to my master."

Seeing this, the beautiful woman, who was probably also a goddess, said something that almost scared Lily to death:

"You see yourself as a weapon, but as a weapon, you have failed to protect your master."

Is this something that can be said?

You're not afraid, but please consider the feelings of someone as insignificant as me!

Lily was terrified by those words.

Even she, a stranger in this land, knew how powerful those words could be to ignite a goddess's passion.

Hey, you have no king anymore because you failed to protect him!

Is there a difference between what she just said and this?

No!

Sure enough, I didn't even need to feel anything.

Lily could sense the boundless rage emanating directly from the back of this supposedly emotionless storm goddess.

"Do you really think I won't burn down your forest?"

The storm goddess's angry voice startled Lily, causing her to shrink back behind the throne.

She felt that if a fight really broke out, this might be her only chance to survive.

O Origin, what did I do to get myself involved in such a terrible thing?

Then, Lily witnessed some of the high-level gameplay.

“Very good, my sister. The fact that you can still feel anger shows that you don’t really see yourself as a heartless weapon, because you never had such an unnecessary emotion as anger before.”

The Storm Goddess's anger was suddenly suppressed amidst the other party's teasing.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat speechless, and said:

"What exactly do you want to say?"

The other party laughed and said:

"Admit it, my sister, although you haven't learned how to love someone, you have learned to love him. Haven't you?"

"So what? He is my master, my king. It's only natural that I love him. And what does that have to do with you being here?"

The Storm Goddess, who had been holding the other's wrist the whole time, suddenly raised her hand and moved closer to her, asking this question from above.

Completely unaffected by such imposing manner, the goddess still smiled gracefully:

"Don't you know the answer, my sister?"

The goddess of storm slightly shifted her gaze and said:

"You are not my sister. I don't have a sister either."

She reiterated her previous argument:

"That's a fact, in every respect."