Huh? Are they all real?.

The only way is to make this guy, who should be dead, look even more like a dead man.

This time, the young man, whose entire body was almost covered in charcoal, first touched his back.

Not having touched the replica holy sword, he couldn't help but look back.

After realizing that the last game was the last one, he did not give up as Azadron had expected.

Instead, he swayed his body, straightened his back, and continued to block the village.

And he said to Asadron:

I ran away.

"what?"

The voice was very faint, but Asadron could still hear it, though the content made him feel like he had misheard.

What do you mean by "escaped"? Isn't he standing right here?

"I ran away before; I don't deserve to be a hero. So this time, I can't run away."

The young man, swaying and staggering, revealed everything and launched a final charge towards the giant dragon before him.

He is not Don Quixote, nor is he charging at windmills.

He is a hero!

So, in extreme rage, the dragon unleashed the most powerful breath of its life upon him.

The crystal dragon's breath enveloped almost the entire village.

But the people in the village were all safe and sound, watching with tears in their eyes as the young man in front of the village was swallowed up by the dragon's breath.

It seems that it was destined to end.

The young man, who no longer even had a replica of the Holy Sword, was destined for his final dance.

The villagers, already in tears, collapsed even further and knelt on the ground.

The village is not very big, so the children in the village can almost be considered as the children of the whole village.

This is tantamount to them watching their son die in front of them while protecting the village.

The dragon, which had unleashed its breath, was even more devastated.

Because that guy is still alive!

"How are you still alive?!"

In terror and rage, the dragon swung its claws.

This time she should succeed.

The Holy Sword Village's blessing, gained through years of ties with the Holy Sword, has been completely worn away by her repeated attacks.

It's just that the young man persevered until hope finally arrived.

The arriving deity hurled a holy sword at the dragon that was swinging its claws.

The holy sword pinned the dragon to the ground.

They watched as the dragon finally collapsed and the god stepped on its body.

The youth had exhausted his last bit of protection and willpower.

Finally, I can collapse!

When the god approached him, He was surprised to find that even He could not treat the injury.

Therefore, the deity could only squat down in front of the young man and ask him:

"I'm sorry I'm late. So, is there anything else you'd like to say, child?"

The young man moved his lips and said:

"In the end, I still couldn't pull out the holy sword."

After a moment's hesitation, the deity spoke:

"Child, that's not your fault."

"That's because a stagnant holy sword is not worthy of a hero who keeps moving forward."

Chapter 326 is truly embarrassing (4k)

"Is a stagnant holy sword unworthy of a brave warrior who keeps striving forward?"

The boy, almost charred like a corpse, lay on the ground and murmured these words.

But after a moment, he smiled and said:

"Thank you, but please tell me the truth."

The gods could only smile wryly at this.

In her desperate attempt to survive, Asadron used everything she could, resulting in injuries that even she herself didn't know how to treat.

Therefore, he just wanted the child to be able to leave in peace.

He had considered telling the truth directly, but after a brief hesitation, he still hoped to let the child leave this world with greater honor.

This is absolutely unfair to the three sisters and the Holy Sword, because it was his mistake.

He will apologize sincerely and accept their punishment later, but for now, let the child leave peacefully.

It's not because of the misunderstanding that the owner of the Holy Sword is still alive, but because he is far more outstanding than any of that!

Those who sacrifice everything to protect the weak deserve to be treated this way.

Moen never expected that his lies would not even fool a dying man.

Therefore, Moen had no choice but to tell the truth:

"That's not your fault, and it's not anyone else's fault either. It's my fault."

"what does that mean?"

"Because I have always been alive, I am the master of the Holy Sword, so as long as I am still alive, no one else will be able to pull out the Holy Sword."

"I'm sorry, child, I made too many mistakes and I'm too late."

Moen didn't explain that it was because he himself didn't know it would turn out this way. He even split the Holy Sword into three parts because of this.

Because that was always his mistake.

Since we cannot let this child leave peacefully with a white lie, we must naturally admit all the mistakes.

The god grasped the youth's hand, wanting to place it in his own palm.

Hopefully, this will give the child the strength and courage to leave, and also offer my final blessings.

In the end, Moen gave up because he sadly discovered that the arm was completely carbonized and would completely collapse at the slightest touch.

"Is that right?"

The young man's voice was so faint that even the gods had to strain their ears to hear it.

The deity became even more certain:

"Yes, child, it's my problem, not yours. You are a true hero, and your efforts and sacrifices prove it. I am also very honored to have met such a hero as you."

"You are far superior to me, a failed god."

The young man's carbonized chest began to heave violently.

His dying moments were about to end.

"Am I really a hero? Have I truly lived up to everyone's expectations?"

The young man was completely blind; even the coldest flame was still a flame.

So the deity looked at the villagers behind him, who were all sobbing uncontrollably. When the deity looked at them, they all nodded, knowing what it meant.

They were no longer able to make a sound.

Because they witnessed their son die right before their eyes.

The deity bowed his head and spoke on their behalf:

“You are the hero recognized by me and your family, and then you will be recognized by the whole world. Because of me, the last eldest son Fincoffin and Richard the Lionheart, we will announce your bravery to the whole world.”

"You faced the dragon head-on, you faced the dragon head-on to protect what should be protected!"

In the promise of the gods, the young man, who had sensed the approach of death, suddenly grabbed him with his last remaining hand that he could still lift.

Not for any other reason than fear.

When everything he cared about most was put aside because of An Ran, this young man who had just come of age finally reverted to being the child who was appropriate for his age.

"I'm so scared, it's so dark, it's so cold, am I going to die?"

Moen grabbed his hand and said:

“Child, do not be afraid. You will go to the place of rest promised in the beginning, the final destination of all people. There, the light is warm and the clouds are soft, flowers bloom everywhere, and there is peace and no worries. It is an ideal country where love will last forever.”

"Really? Is it really true? I'm so scared!"

Moen noticed that the hand that was gripping his was gradually losing its strength.

This made Moen even more reluctant to continue speaking:

"Yes. I assure you. Because I am Fingolfin, a member of the firstborn, I know better than anyone what the ideal land of rest is like."

It was no longer the young man who was holding Moen; it was Moen who was holding his hand, offering him final comfort before his death.

"Ah, I see it, I see it! What a beautiful world, what a bright country! My lord, I see it!"

The young man's answer brought tears to Moen's eyes.

If only he had come a little earlier!

If he hadn't made so many mistakes!

If, um?

Moen, who had been looking down, suddenly noticed that the young man's hand, which he was holding, seemed to be gradually regaining its strength.

This left him looking on in astonishment.

Then, Moen saw the youth's carbonized body gradually crack open, revealing the fair skin underneath.

This is not just a physical rebirth; if it's about achieving that, Moen can do it too.

What's even more remarkable is that the concept of the youth's past, which was swallowed and devoured by Asadron, has gradually returned to the youth's 'soul'.

The world will acknowledge his existence, instead of erasing him as a mistake as it has done before.

But how could that be?

Realizing something, Moen suddenly looked back.

as predicted.

The three sisters guarding the holy sword were holding hands and chanting a hymn that even Moen didn't know.

They returned to this child the past that had been devoured!

This wasn't part of Moen's design for them, so they learned it themselves later?

The Holy Sword did not stagnate, but the Holy Sword and the three sisters who guarded it proved that a certain deity was indeed trapped in the past.

Noticing Moen's gaze, the eldest daughter released her sisters and looked down at Moen with a dangerous glint in her eyes, saying:

"Don't ask us why we didn't tell you we could cure him, and don't ask us why we've been watching. After all, we are a stagnant Holy Sword, unworthy of a great figure like you, and we don't understand what the occasion and timing are."

That look made Moen swallow hard.

At the same time, Moen noticed that the other person carefully pulled his hand back.

Looking down, the young man, who could almost be described as having come back from the dead, appeared extremely embarrassed.

Everything that had just happened made him feel like he might as well have actually died.

One moment he was hailed as an undisputed hero, the next he was shouting that he was afraid.

They even saw things they couldn't see at all and shouted them out loud.