Chapter 223 The King Defeated God! (5k4)

Morn's eyes followed the open door behind them upwards.

A chalky white spiral tower stands here.

He had been to this tower only once.

That was the first time he came here and cut off the first Duke Bathory's finger.

But that was in the Second Age. When the Third Age came, Morn never went to the taller tower again.

Moon once thought that this tower held some secret, but in fact, it was just that Grand Duke Bathory found it very interesting to stand on it and overlook everything.

After going there once, Moen felt it was meaningless.

I didn’t expect that I would have to go up again.

And both times I went up there were for fighting.

As Moon withdrew his gaze, the current Duke of Barbatos, one of the three archdukes kneeling on one knee, bowed his head and said:
"Your Majesty, although time is short, we still have prepared a gift for you."

"I think you'll be pleased with this!"

Grand Duke Barbatos, who spoke, was the only woman among the eight dukes, and the only family among the eight dukes that had been ruled by women for generations.

As a vampire, she is naturally a voluptuous beauty.

Having such a charming beauty kneel in front of you is indeed a very fulfilling thing, especially when she is wearing a very eye-catching wedding ring.

After noticing that Moon's eyes were on her, the vampire duchess felt a little embarrassed.

According to convention, the archangel given by the goddess to the king is usually a female, because this makes it easier for her to guard and serve him closely.

During the time of the Moon King, this point had been put on hold because there were almost no angels among the vampires at that time who survived the cleansing.

And the disaster of the lost will follow closely behind.

Until now, she is the only one in the blood clan who meets this qualification, but she already has a partner.
But Moon had no interest in any of this.

He looked at her a few more times not because of the so-called gift or her as a person, but because this equally charming woman reminded him of Lilith whom he met in the Osay Peninsula.

That woman is just as charming.

And more aggressive.

"What is it?"

The three dukes raised their hands simultaneously and lifted them up, reaching the highest point as they moved.

A set of scattered armor appeared in their hands along with the tray.

"We have carefully preserved your armor until now, Your Majesty!"

Grand Duke Barbatos, holding his helmet, bowed his head and said:
"Please allow us to put on the armor for you."

Looking at this set of armor, Moon also looked a little dazed.

There is nothing special about this set of armor itself, he chose it only because it is strong enough.

For a noble king, this set of armor is obviously not beautiful enough, nor noble enough, and it is not enough to match the king's powerful strength.

but
Moon picked up his old helmet.

The gold and purple color scheme is still so plain and simple. But as I get started, the light that had been dim until now begins to shine again.

Some say the Moon King's armor was a gift from the goddess, others say it was a relic stolen from a dead man's grave by the evil Impaler, and still others say it was just an ordinary suit of armor.

In fact, they are all right.

It was a gift from the goddess, a relic from a tomb, and finally, just a very ordinary suit of armor.

However, the goddess who gave the gift was an eldest son, and the tomb it came from was a lost memorial temple. The reason why it was ordinary was because it was one of the many accompaniments of the holy sword.

After he took it and the sword-shaped spear away from the empty sword rack, it accompanied him through two entire eras: the Eternal Blood Moon and the Disaster of the Lost.

He had worn it to chop off the Blood Queen's head, worn it to fulfill his covenant with Darkmoon, and finally wore it to send off his best friend Thorin.

When I finished the last battle wearing it, I really thought it was destroyed.

Because it is said that at the end of the war, the only relic that the Moon Goddess took away was the sword-shaped spear stained with the blood of countless enemies.

“I never thought it was still there.”

Grand Duke Barbatos took back the tray and knelt respectfully, saying:
"The only intact thing among your relics was the sword and spear, so Her Majesty the Goddess only took it. But your armor is still there, but it is badly damaged. Fortunately, I, our ancestor, repaired it."

For the first time, Moen bowed his head and said to them:
"Thank you!"

"It would be an honor for our family to manicure your nails, Your Majesty."

Holding the helmet, Moon looked at the chalk-white spiral tower again and said:

"He's right up there, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Pure White Dynasty's fleet was basically wiped out, but the war was not over yet, or rather, the war that would truly decide everything had just begun.

Everything that had happened before was just to prevent the balance of war from tilting too much in their favor.

But it’s okay this way. I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Moon retracted his gaze and said calmly:
"Put on armor."

Grand Duke Barbatos immediately stood up and put armor on Moon himself.

When the last helmet was carefully put on Moon's head by Grand Duke Barbatos.

She humbly made way while bowing:
"We welcome your triumphant return, Your Majesty!"

Moon did not answer them, but simply walked towards the chalk tower in silence.

After so many things happened, the night is gradually coming to an end.

The fire representing dawn quietly emerged in the distant sky.

That light not only marks the coming of the sun, but also the departure of the moon.

The pure white glow still interweaves in the sky.

This means that everything here is still carefully hidden by the pure white goddess.

Wait until Moon's footsteps reach the last step.

Moon also saw the final enemy.

A brave king from the wilderness.

The King of White with lion and gold as the main colors.

He didn't look at the stairs behind him, he looked at the distant horizon.

The morning sun has broken through the darkness.

Hearing the movement behind him, he finally turned around and looked at Moon.

The two huge swords were still stuck in his sides.

He said nothing, but Morn knew he was laughing.

I laughed at myself for finally finding a qualified enemy.

Behind Moon, the dark moon disappeared, and the original moon also gradually disappeared.

Now it is day, the long night has passed.

The White King placed his hands on the handles of the two swords, which were probably thicker than an adult's arms.

But he immediately put down his hand and looked at Moon silently.

Knowing what he meant, Moon raised his hand and showed the unearthed ring and said:
"I also have weapons, this and this!"

The blood-red spear rose from the ground. After a casual fold, Moon made a gun dance and took the spear in his hand.

Only then did the White King reach out for his double swords with satisfaction.

This is good, this is right!
When the two swords were pulled out of the ground, the entire top of the tower seemed to be pulled up by his powerful force.

Countless pieces of gravel flew up in an instant at this moment.

In the dust, a giant king holding two swords suddenly rushed over from a thousand miles away.

The moment the two swords were swung down, the blood spear in Moon's hand broke.

However, the double swords cut off the blood spear but did not hit Moon.

With an extremely fast dodge, Moon dodged the heavy blow by turning sideways, threw away the broken spear in his hand, and stabbed at the opponent's body.

The blood-colored spear condensed in his hand again, but Moon's attack also failed to hit the opponent.

The heavy blade shattered the blood spear with just a simple block.

The gap in weapons is too big.

But it doesn’t matter, Moon knows how to make up for the gap.

Taking advantage of the opponent's heavy sword that was swung again, Moon just lightly tapped it and flew to the top of the giant's head.

New spears appeared in Moon's hands and stabbed out.

The tall king reacted, and instinctively tried to raise his hand again to block it all with the huge blade.

But the moment he raised his hand, he noticed something was wrong.

The knife is much heavier than usual.

It was because he had just reached out to gain leverage that he, wearing the Ring of Earth, touched his own knife.

So what changed was not the knife, but one's own strength?
He finished suppressing?

With just a quick glance, the tall king understood everything.

He didn't feel aggrieved or resentful.

Instead, he laughed even more happily between the gaps in his mask.

That's how it should be, you have to use everything in battle!

Without the spear, I'll use the Nine Rings of Humanity to replace it!

Only this is right, only this is worth fighting for!
In the collision of metal, the tall king was stabbed in the back by Morn's spear.

The huge force even made him fall forward involuntarily.

Although he stabilized his body after a moment and swung the knife fiercely behind him.

However, the expected feeling of cutting meat did not appear. Instead, the knife sank and someone used the force to break away.

After turning around, Moon, who was holding two blood spears in his hands again, made a gun flower movement.

At the same time, the tall king felt that his power was increasingly being suppressed.

Swords and armor are much heavier than before.

In contrast, the corners of his mouth became more and more raised.

He raised the giant knife and pointed it at Moon, signaling him to continue.

Moon naturally agreed.

But this time, it was Moon who rushed forward.

The two swords were swung and the blood spear was shattered.

As Moon twisted and turned, every move he made was almost by sticking to the opponent's sword to survive.

But even if the opponent swung his sword hundreds of times and cut off his spear hundreds of times.

Moon still wasn't hit once.

This is a showdown between dexterity and strength.

It is more of a battle of skills and techniques.

This was the first time in Moon's memory that he had fought like this, but as the tall king rushed forward, everything happened naturally.

I know how to maintain the rhythm, how to see through the opponent's intentions and avoid fatal attacks, and how to use all my conditions to win.

It was as if he had experienced this kind of battle countless times. The battle between the two kings continued.

But the vampires below were looking blankly at the seemingly motionless chalk tower.

"Why is there no movement?"

Not to mention the battle between kings, even when two demigods were fighting for their lives, it would have caused an enormous noise.

Duke Acardo, who had already seen his son, looked at the chalk tower thoughtfully and said:
"Because those two are rare benevolent kings."

The battle between kings should not be so simple, and the only reason is that both kings do not want to add scars to the earth and the world because of themselves.

And that's enough, they are not fighting, they are enjoying the battle.

Another spear was shattered, but Moon, flipping in the air, seized a rare opportunity.

He turned sharply and thrust out a new spear at a tricky angle.

With the sound of metal clashing, Morn's spear pierced the opponent's back.

But the huge sword, which should have slowed down a beat so that he could withdraw calmly, suddenly accelerated and chopped towards him.

For the first time, the sound of flesh being cut was heard on the relatively quiet battlefield.

The tall king, whose back was almost full of blood spears, reinserted his double swords into the ground while turning around, and in this rare opportunity, he folded his hands and looked at the Moon King in front of him.

This is not contempt, nor is it a sign of victory or defeat, but rather that he also needs to rest.

Even if it's just for this short period of time.

He waited for a long time for that knife strike just now, but unfortunately, even at this moment, the opponent had left a trace of strength to buy himself a chance to survive.

The knife did not cut off the opponent's body as expected, but it did cut off the opponent's right hand.

And the Moon King in front of the tall king.

The helmet had fallen to the ground and the right arm had been severed at the shoulder.

A huge feeling of exhaustion surged over my whole body.

Both sides adjusted themselves in silent silence.

After three breaths, Moon suppressed the surging feeling of exhaustion.

After picking up the helmet from the ground and putting it back on, Moon also picked up his hand and only needed to catch it gently.

The arm recovered.

He raised his hand and a new spear formed in his hand.

Lower your body, the final blow will come at this moment.

The tall king seemed to have noticed this and slowly reached out for his two swords.

Under the gaze of the tall king, Moon suddenly attacked at a speed he had never seen before.

The two knives immediately left the ground and chopped out, and the feeling of cutting meat came again.

But this time he still failed to cut off the opponent's body. Instead, he used his double swords to jump all the way to his head.

This is the first time the two kings have been so close.

In mutual gaze.

Moon approached the tall king with great satisfaction and whispered something that made the other party frown slightly out of confusion:
"Aurora is waiting for you!"

The blood spear stabbed down, and the countless spears that were originally stuck in the opponent's back exploded instantly.

The scarlet flower made of blood bloomed from then on!
The elegant Moon King lightly jumped back to where he came from amid the blooming scarlet flowers.

The lost arm was taken back and reattached.

Opposite him, the tall king, surrounded by blooming scarlet flowers, could no longer hold on and fell to his knees.

One of the two huge swords slipped out of his grasp for the first time.

Make it fall heavily to the ground.

The outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

I lost.

The loss is undisputed.

But the tall king still looked at Moon in confusion.

He had no evidence, but he felt the other party did it on purpose.

His fighting skills far surpassed his own, and he was truly a hero who ended two eras.

But he seemed to have spent an unnecessary amount of time and loss to end it this way.

What is the meaning of flowering?

The tall king wanted to stand up and ask the other party why he did so.

But as soon as he stood up, he staggered to his knees.

He's not dead yet, but he's close.

Amidst his own heavy breathing, he raised his head and glanced at the Moon King opposite him.

The other party seemed to think that the battle was over, so he wanted to let me go.

That's right, there's no reason for him to kill himself.

This is good, because it will let her know that everything she pursues has always been impossible to achieve.

The king from the wilderness accepted his failure calmly.

This was a fair battle. The opponent won fairly and I lost with conviction.

Time to end.

He wanted to admit his failure, but when he finally stood up holding the blade.

However, he felt that his wounds were healing rapidly and his strength was increasing rapidly.

A white light descended upon my head!

'Aurora is waiting for you!'

The tall king suddenly understood what the other party meant.

I gave in, but she didn't.

After a brief hesitation, the tall king continued to remain silent.

Just like always.

The brilliant pure white light overshadowed all other lights and colors here.

The pure white goddess descended from nothingness.

She is the only one who has reached the end of the Pure White Road, and the only goddess who can represent charm.

She was clearly the embodiment of seduction, but her appearance was not at all alluring.

Instead, it is filled with unimaginable holiness.

Or if there is anything that can describe gentleness, then the goddess before us is it!
The only ritual of pure white godhood - capturing the hearts of an era with only tenderness.

The holy and gentle goddess stepped down from heaven to the earth.

In the white glow, she gently embraced her king.

It dispelled the hideous wounds that Morn had left on his back, and brought even more powerful strength and gifts.

The golden and black swords were gradually dyed pure white.

In the silent silence, the tall king stood up again carrying his goddess on his back.

The one who spoke for him was the pure white goddess behind him:

"The old Dark Moon King!"

The appearance of God and the King made their sense of oppression reach its peak at this moment.

It seems that at this moment they are the center of the world.

In fact, this is true.

Only God and the king are the masters of the world!
The tall king carried his goddess on his back so that he could look down at the ancient warrior in front of him.

The goddess' voice was full of majesty:

"If you are aware of the current situation and are worried about the future of the entire world."

"Then please get out of the way!"

But in this endless majesty, there is also a gentleness that can easily capture people's hearts:

"I will bring a gentle world to all living beings."

"I promise you, it is the old king who has awakened and returned. That path will be carried out to the end by me, Aurora, and the king I promised you!"

"That will surely be a gentle, beautiful world that satisfies everyone!"

In the endless majesty and tenderness of the Goddess.

The pure white light almost filled Moon's vision.

This left him with only Aurora and the bright future she promised!
Moon knew that she was right, and that the Pure White Road of Charm had such a possibility.

With a peaceful smile, the goddess extended her hand to Morn and made her invitation:
"So, come and embrace this tender and beautiful future with me!"

In the infinite light of splendor.

Morn held out his hand.

This made the pure white goddess smile with satisfaction.

But soon, her smile disappeared completely.

Because that wasn't a hand reaching out to her!

The golden-haired goddess, who represented dominance, slowly walked out of her fantasy of a better future and walked out of the palace which had just been renamed.

He raised his head and looked towards the seven hills in the distance.

She felt something calling her.

Far away in the Forest of Lolthlorien, the glorious Holy Tree shone brighter than ever before.

Even in the shadowy veil hanging upside down under the water mirror.

The ancient beautiful goddess also stretched out her hand forward with a smile.

And in the old capital at the foot of the sacred tree.

The goddess representing the shadow sun looked into the distance with a surging heart. She heard a call. This call came from her heart and also from the prayer of a follower to the moon-white longbow.

She felt that something was waiting for her.

The goddess in the palace.

The goddess in the veil.

The goddess in the old capital.

They all stretched out their hands involuntarily toward the front.

Can be in the next moment.

The moon is coming!
For the first time, the cold, lonely dark moon left the original moon, and even for the first time, it left the darkness and appeared in the sky.

She drove away the sun and brought in the night.

And in front of the pure white goddess.

The beautiful goddess from the cold dark moon stood behind her king holding a sword-shaped spear.

The king carries the gods.

The king bears the gods!
　This is the only big chapter tonight, so you don't have to wait any longer.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)