Chapter 224 The Great Bell Tolls Three Times, the God Returns (4k)

This was beyond everyone's expectations.

Whether mortal or goddess.

The mortals looked at the sun that suddenly disappeared above their heads in confusion, and the cold dark moon that suddenly appeared again after being silent for countless years.

Some smart people quickly told their companions that this must be Dark Moon finding the king.

The vampires were stunned for a moment and then burst into huge cheers. After waiting for countless generations, they finally got the return of the god of their race.

And it’s not a crazy blood moon, but a cold and gentle dark moon!
The goddesses withdrew their outstretched hands with a sense of loss. They all looked at the elegant dark moon with different expressions but raised their eyebrows.

I don’t like it, I resist it, but I can’t tell the reason.

It was as if the cold moon hanging high in the distant sky had quietly snatched away something very important.

After a brief gaze, the goddesses all looked at their hands at the same time.

Why did you stretch your hand forward just now?

Only the king, only the king who stood quietly before the goddess was unmoved by anything.

He had been waiting for all this to happen.

At the end of the distant Second Era, when the elegant Moon King fought against the crazy Blood Moon as an angel.

Everyone thought it was impossible to succeed.

The Piercer is not a god, does not have uniqueness in hand, and does not have the support of any god.

As an angel, he could never defeat a real god, even if that god was crazy.

In fact, this is true. Even someone as powerful as the Piercer is treated like a toy by Blood Moon.

All the onlookers felt that it was not even an unequal fight.

It was a completely one-sided massacre.

But just when everyone thought it was over, people saw a new moon!
The elegant, cold moon emerged from the sky just like it is now.

The Piercer's Saint always comes when he needs her most.

So at this moment, the same is true for the Goddess of the Moon King!
The difference is that at the end of the Second Era, I believed that she would be able to complete the ascension to deity and thus came here.

And now, I believe that she will be able to discover everything and come back to me.

There were no words, just the close proximity of the two sides made them understand each other's thoughts.

The sword-shaped spear that was carefully kept by the goddess was then given to its real owner.

When the weapon that could truly be called a weapon was picked up by the elegant Moon King.

The tall king on the opposite side also drew his double swords again with great solemnity.

The opponent is much stronger than himself, not in strength, but in control of the battle.

Even after just one fight, the tall king knew that his opponent was worthy of the title of hero who ended two eras.

It is definitely not comparable to the sword of a mortal like myself.

The king from the wilderness was called the strongest person by many heroes. But he knew that the strongest person was only limited to mortals.

But he must fight, must win, otherwise he cannot protect his love.

"My king, my love. Don't worry, don't be anxious. I am here!"

The pure white goddess hugged her king tighter and tighter, representing the pure white road of charm which was not very suitable for frontal combat.

His real power lies in his theoretically unlimited charm - eternal control that not even gods can escape.

She is very clear about this and has made a lot of efforts for this, including Emperor Loiman who is only one step away from becoming a god, the returning peeper Sals, and the crazy blood moon that has been sealed until now.

These three were her preparations. As long as she had the first Outer God who succumbed to the Pure White, her advantages and ambitions would begin to expand without limit.

However, Emperor Neumann, who should have won without any pressure, met Trajan, who might be the only one in an era.

The returning Sals has not yet recovered the uniqueness hidden by Lord Sauron.

The crazy blood moon only needed one last seal to return, but was blocked at the last moment by the powerful Moon King.

Perhaps the only luck is that the Sword and Shield King, who has worked hard all his life, has no intention of leaving the land of comfort.

The Dark Lord who forged nineteen powerful rings had already been killed in the clamor of the coalition forces of all races.

The powerful Moon King and his goddess in front of her had been dragged in front of her.

Because neither myself nor my own path is an expert in combat.

So the pure white goddess still tried to negotiate:

"I am the only person who has successfully practiced the Pure White Path in the past few epochs. I can sincerely tell you two that you just need to get out of the way."

"The Seven Hills will be safe, and the Blood Clan will still be in your hands. When the Blood Moon returns, I will teach Him what gentleness and love are. He will not be your enemy."

"He will only be my companion in building a better world together with me!"

In response to Aurora's speech, Morn, holding a sword-shaped spear, said coldly:

"I can't believe someone who only loves himself. If you don't want to start a war, then please leave. In this way, we can still have tranquility and peace!"

Theoretically, the charm of pure white has no limit, so if the main god of the Pure White Road was not Aurora, a woman who only loves herself, Moon might really give way.

Someone who can capture an era with tenderness alone is theoretically trustworthy.

But unfortunately, Aurora can never be trusted, she is just a performer who follows her own heart.

And he often sabotages his own performances at will.

Not to mention acting for a lifetime, even half of my life would be a joke.

"That's a shame, but I can't just leave like this. My people have shed too much blood for this day! I must live up to their expectations!"

"They just drowned in your beautiful dream full of lies because of your performance."

Moon exposed the other party without any hesitation.

Aurora was not angry either, she just leaned on her king and said:
"Is there really no other way?"

"I said, the only way is for you to leave."

Aurora's white eyes shifted from Dark Moon to Moon and said:

"We don't need to fight over something that can be a win-win situation."

Moen sighed and said:
"You won't back down, and I won't give in, but if you're stalling for time, then you can give up."

Aurora shook her head and said:
"I don't understand you."

Moen calculated the time and said:

"Because Sals has failed."

The moment these words came out, Aurora's pupils shrank slightly.
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Deep underground in the Palace of Seven Hills.

The blood from Wuming was still slowly and steadily corroding the seal of the wellhead.

But it was also when another drop of scarlet blood fell.

Sals stepped out from the shadows.

It is indeed difficult to break into this seal without alerting anyone.

It’s just that Aurora was indeed very generous and gave him the sealed object he asked for.

Sals still looks at his body and hands with a little surprise.

Although the uniqueness was not in him, he regained the power of sequence zero.

Although time is short and passing quickly.

But enough.

Anyway, all I want is to break the seal and release the blood moon.

It's time to fulfill my prophecy of the day.

Sals raised his hand towards the wellhead in front of him and said:

"The bell tolls three times, the gods return!"

The seal on the wellhead instantly began to twist and collapse, and after a moment it completely disintegrated.

A huge suction force came out from the wellhead again. At the same moment when the suction force appeared, Sals frowned tightly.

This noise is wrong!
After taking a closer look, Sals took a deep breath.

empty? !
The last seal clearly points to this place!

Is it the coordinates?
Something wrong with the coordinates?!
Sals looked up subconsciously, but immediately shook his head.

No, it’s not in Qiqiu anymore.

The ancient stone slab reappeared, and Sals's left hand followed suit:

"Tell me the answer!"

The voice that once appeared in the wrong history is floating again deep underground.

Just as naturally, the stone slab shattered instantly.

Sals's brows jumped.

This was a bit unexpected. Even though it was temporary, he was still a god, so how could he fail?

Is it the lack of uniqueness?
After a brief hesitation, Sals realized that time was running out, so he raised his hand again, and a new stone slab appeared, different yet the same.

This time Sals placed his hand on the stone slab again.

"Tell me the exact answer, in the name of the all-seeing eye!"

The eyes that were peeking into the future felt a huge suction force bursting out from the stone slab in their hands at this moment.

But don't wait for him to continue reacting.

The reminder from inspiration made him subconsciously raise his hand.

With a bang, the stone slab shattered instantly.

He looked at his suddenly raised hand with a little surprise.

He just felt the danger.

What high and terrifying thing did the prophecy touch upon?

What to do? Continue or give up?

He wanted to give up, but time was running out. In a minute at most, he would turn from a god back into a mortal.

After a moment's hesitation, he made up his mind. It was fine this way, since time was running out, and even if something went wrong, it would only mean that the prophecy had failed.

But the true God made up his mind, and black and white became the main colors of him and this place.

"I am Sals Porsenas Kratosde. I follow the eldest son, I serve the past, I pursue the future."

Sals once again announced his identity to the whole world.

The only difference was that He had no idea that this had ever happened before, and that He was accompanied by a king from the Savage Land.

As His proclamation began, a giant hand with an eye in the center of its palm appeared above His head for the first time.

The eyes that came out of the giant hand were tightly closed.

"In the name of the one who has taken over the throne of the Firstborn, in the name of the Lord of Prophecy, in the name of the One who watches and knows everything."

"I command you, world, to tell me the answer!"

"The exact answer!"

The eyes on the giant hand suddenly opened at the same time.

The truth is revealed here!

The black curtain fell at this moment.

Sals finally saw what Morn had entrusted to the dwarf.

Originally, this was a deep underground place with no layout. The only things there were a wellhead and a long staircase spiraling downwards.

But now, the dwarves have decorated it with countless reliefs all around.

And considerately covered it with a black curtain.

Because they were just ordinary marble reliefs, they were powerless and were covered by the black curtain and attracted by the wellhead, so Sals didn't pay any attention to them.

And at this moment, when Sals touched the prophecy.

The curtain that the dwarves had nailed tightly to the relief fell down the moment they could no longer hold on.

Countless reliefs were revealed that terrified Sals to the extreme - the eldest sons.

And it is a relief of the eldest sons being sent to the Valley of Monuments one by one to sleep forever!
It reminded him of his own mortality.

The evil voice deceived itself.

Let his prophecy point to the Valley of Death where the eldest sons rest.

So why?
Why are these reliefs here?
To Sals's horror, the prophecy had been fully activated.

The stone slab shattered instantly, as did the reliefs around it.

Their debris created a huge storm that trapped Sals inside.

Sals wanted to stop the prediction, but he found that his prediction was out of control.

Because he has no time, he is no longer a god, he is just a mortal now!
Angels cannot stop God's prophecy!

Even if it was started by myself!
But when he came into contact with the ultimate mysterious prophecy, he went completely berserk.

After realizing the great fear brought by inspiration, Sals immediately wanted to rush out.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, his wrist was instantly broken by flying stone chips.

Sals didn't even dare to cover his wrist and cry out in pain. He wanted to rush out, rush out quickly.

Because his own flesh and blood mixed into the storm of flying stone chips.

He had seen the horrors he had seen before—the green sun, the hollow eyes, the muddy sea, the headless giant.
"No, no, no!"

These were the things that killed him.

These are the manifestations of pollution after the death of the eldest sons.

Sals' eyes began to spew fire and his flesh began to wither.

But he was still alive, and this time he went nowhere near as deep as last time.

But at the same time, he is no longer the true God he was last time.

"How can I die here again?!"

Sals let out a huge roar, and he exploded the last part of his body and sent his head out.

He couldn't accept dying in the same place twice.

This time, he succeeded.

Although only his head was sent out, he did break out of the terrible stone dust storm.

"Hahahaha, I'm alive, I'm alive!"

The bodyless, withered head was laughing madly on the ground.

But what he didn't notice was that a very, very small piece of stone fell into both of his eyes.

Therefore, he saw the truth that he had never seen before - the eldest sons gathered in front of the long table, their faces distorted, their images madly sharing the nameless but extremely sacred flesh and blood in front of them.

Why do the eldest sons do this?

When curiosity arose, Sals knew it was over.

Because the eldest sons all looked at him.

His perspective began to change.

From far to near.

From passers-by to food.

Knife, fork, and big hands gradually covered his field of vision.

In order to protect the secret of history that cannot be told, the eldest sons shared the stupid new eyes over time.

Sals knew he was dead.

But he was very strange, and the strange thing was not that he would die because of the prophecy again.

It is an old saying that the prophet will die by prophesying.

There's no need to be surprised.

The only thing that puzzled him was why his prediction did not come true?

The bell tolls three times, and the gods return.

The warriors and kings from the previous two times all returned one by one, and the big bell at the iron gate also rang continuously.

But what about the gods this time?
Before the last eyeballs were forked away and chewed up.

Sals finally saw the answer.

In the sky that should have belonged to the sun.

The cold, elegant and no longer lonely dark moon brings the night back to the world.

At the same time, Sals also heard the melodious and long ringing of the iron gate bell.

I actually interpreted all the prophecies wrongly, and my death was not unjust.
In endless self-mockery, Sals mocked himself and embraced the darkness.
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Looking at Aurora who was still silent.

Morn took out from his breastplate the only gift he had taken from the Seven Hills - the medal from Thorin.

"This is the real seal!"

Moon turned over the hammer and crown, revealing the scarlet blood moon.

And deep in the Seven Hills, he left a letter for Balin, asking him and the dwarves to leave a gift for Sals that Morn had already thought of for him.

The gift of dying once again over one’s past mistakes and slights.

Moon believed that this must be the most suitable gift for a prophet!

　For that picture, I ran through more than 2,000 pictures, and only these three were relatively good. After choosing and choosing, I still chose the one from yesterday. I also posted these two for everyone to see.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)