Chapter 225 King vs King, God vs God (4k)

How to kill the unpredictable prophet?

The answer is the easiest way to use prophecy!
The prophet is a very difficult person to deal with. They can see through everything and start planning several years, even hundreds or thousands of years in advance.

In the face of such a powerful predictive ability, if you become the enemy of the prophet, you may not even know whether your preparation is just a part of the other party's prediction.

So the best way is to use the prophecy to make them kill themselves.

It is no nonsense that the prophet will eventually die from his predictions.

Eighty percent of the dead prophets died because they believed in the prophecies too much, while the remaining 20% ​​died because they did not rely on the prophecies.

Therefore, using prophecies is the easiest way to kill the prophet.

There are many things in this world that cannot be touched, and even someone like Moon knows very well that there are many things in this world that he doesn't know.

So, as long as we let the prophets touch something that they shouldn’t touch, we’ll be done!

You don't even need to give this thing to him. As long as he knows it and predicts it, he's dead.

Keeping an eye on everything is a prophet’s greatest weapon, but also his greatest flaw.

That’s what Moen did.

The Feast of Blasphemy was something that must not be known. And he was also a member of the eldest sons. As long as the other party pointed at him, then Moen would have a way to make Sals, who had already been contaminated by the Feast of Blasphemy and the eldest sons, return to that nightmare again.

The solution is very simple. Just let the dwarves carve reliefs on the ground showing the eldest sons being sent into the Valley of Monuments one by one.

Because as long as Sals predicted the whereabouts of the seal, it would definitely point to himself, and as long as it pointed to himself, the relief of the eldest son that he deliberately left there would bring him back to the nightmare of the past.

He had already been tainted with these taboos that should not be touched.

He died like this then, and he is still dying like this now.

perfect!

It can be said that when Moon returned to Seven Hills this time, almost all of his thoughts were focused on how to deal with Sals.

Because the prophet is the only one who can break that window paper at any time and anywhere.

Fortunately, my experience is still applicable.

Aurora's expression gradually became solemn as she looked at the Blood Moon Medal.

"So, Sals is dead?"

"I think so."

Moon put the medal in his hand back into his breastplate and kept it carefully.

"So, do you want to continue?"

"King against king, god against god."

After a long silence, Aurora smiled bitterly and said:

"I don't need to take any chances."

After saying that, the tall king carrying Aurora on his back also let out a long sigh and walked behind him.

There, the pure white glow formed a huge door, and on the other side of the door was the pure white temple.

Aurora gave up.

She is not an adventurous person, and every action she takes is carried out in a situation where it is extremely safe or there is absolutely no danger to herself.

Because she got everything easily since she was a child because of her appearance and family background.

In her opinion, there is no reason to fight for something.

The greatest suffering she had ever experienced in her life was probably the coffee made by the Eternal King.

Moon watched silently as the tall king stepped into the glorious gate.

Until the door full of light disappeared, the other party did not make any unusual movements.

Yes, the king from the wilderness does not like fighting. Moon realized this from the beginning of the fight.

As for Aurora, this woman would not take risks. She only loved herself, so she would not put herself in danger.

So, this is all normal.

There is no need to doubt or be on guard.

After nodding slightly, Moon turned to the goddess behind him.

Noticing her king's turn, the goddess from Dark Moon finally had a huge emotional ups and downs.

Just now, she had been looking coldly at the pure white in front of her.

And now, Pure White disappeared, and the only one left was her King.

What she was extremely afraid of was the king of a new dream.

The goddess raised her hand and put it down again. After a long struggle, Moon reached out and grabbed her slightly trembling hand.

The armor was cold and had no temperature.

But that extremely real feeling gave the goddess endless warmth.

It's true, he's back.

Moon silently grabbed the goddess' hand and placed it on his helmet.

The goddess, who had just been in perfect harmony with him, was a little timid for the first time, wondering if she had guessed his meaning wrong.

This should be because he wanted to take off his helmet with his own hands.

But what if I was wrong?
Because she had been lost for too long, the goddess who was found again began to worry about everything.

The goddess who once dared to rebel against the crazy blood moon was as timid as a kitten for the first time.

However, with Moon's silent encouragement, the goddess still took off Moon's helmet.

He was not the Vlad she remembered, and he was not even a vampire but a human. But it didn't matter, this was him!
The soul is the essence, the body is just the shell.

"You've changed a lot."

The goddess held the helmet carefully against her chest with one hand, while her other hand kept groping Moon's face.

She wanted to memorize this face as quickly as possible, even at the first sight.

Moon grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek. He slowly leaned forward and looked at the goddess in front of him and said:
"Yes, I have changed a lot, but fortunately, I still want to drink another sip of the red heart borscht you made just like before!"

Red Heart Borscht, this is what the Blood Saint was holding when she first met the Impaler Zebes.

The goddess from the dark moon still remembers that day.

Because she was not liked by anyone and was always criticized for various trivial matters, she could only hide quietly in the temple so that she could have a little time for herself.

To celebrate this rare freedom, she cooked herself a pot of red heart borscht.

This is the only food she knows how to cook because it is the most common and simplest food she sees.

She is the Blood Saint, but she can only have her freedom by hiding in the temple that everyone avoids.

Even though I have the freedom I have always desired, the only thing I want to do is to make myself a bowl of red heart borscht to celebrate.

This made Moon, who had been hiding behind the statue and watching quietly, come out with a wry smile.

Moon's appearance undoubtedly frightened the saint greatly.

But after a moment, she discovered that he was not the saint of those people. Not only did she not call for help, but she tentatively raised her soup pot and asked:

"Do you want to try it? I cooked it for a long time!"

Honestly, that was the weirdest thing and the weirdest teenage girl Morn had ever encountered.

But what else could Moon do?

Is it right to reject the possibly limited kindness of a poor girl?
Of course not.

The soup tastes delicious, just like the fragrance of her body, which is unforgettable.

She is not a bloodthirster, and is even a very rare alien who does not need to suck blood, so her body fragrance is very special.

The goddess who heard Moon's words also cried and laughed with tears in her eyes:

"I'll go back and make it for you right away, always and forever. As long as you want, I'll make it for you every day!"

The emotion that was finally regained burst out completely, and the goddess, unable to restrain herself any longer, hugged him immediately.

"As long as you don't leave my side, I can give up everything for this. So, please, please stay by my side forever!" "My king! I love you, I can't lose you again!"

Moon, feeling the goddess' surging emotions and catharsis, also hugged her arms.

"Don't worry, I came back this time just to make up for my mistake!"

At this warm moment, a giant sword that was slightly stained with pure white in the golden and black color quietly emerged from behind Moon.

Since she was a child, Aurora has been able to easily get everything because of her appearance and family background.

So she couldn't stand not being able to get something!
Because she has been gaining, the only thing she understands as losing is to get something better.

She wouldn't take any risks because, before today, she had never had the need to take any risks.

How could someone who could become a god not know what striving and hard work are?

So, quietly, she used her power.

She couldn't directly charm a goddess or a king, but she could charm the space.

This is the end of the Pure White Road. She who can charm even death can naturally charm the space of the same dead object.

She did leave, but she could also come back at any time.

This was the fatal blow she had carefully prepared.

Not when leaving, nor at the moment of leaving, but when the two supreme beings who finally reunited were immersed in each other's tenderness!

Even this fatal blow was not intended to kill Moon and the goddess.

Instead, it pierced Moon's body and broke the last seal.

Seek stability while taking risks, and take risks while seeking stability.

Only those who understand how to combine the two can go far enough in the extraordinary world.

But ah, they were facing Morn.

Moen already knows how bitter the consequences of careless anesthesia will be!
The expected sound of flesh and blood being pierced did not occur.

Instead, there was a deafening sound of metal clashing.

The sword-shaped spear that had not been used since it was taken back from the goddess finally came in handy.

It blocked the opponent's giant sword with Morn's backhand attack.

Before the solid spear body was cut off by the huge force, he used a very clever posture to unload the force along the spear body.

And finally he used the hilt of the sword to block the giant sword from the opponent's hand.

Although a new giant sword attacked again, Moon didn't need to stop it this time.

A snow-white arm grasped the opponent's blade.

The blade was crushed directly in the goddess' extreme anger.

Pure white is not the path to good warfare, dark moon is!

Seeing the failed sneak attack, Aurora hugged her king tightly as the king retreated and said with a stern look in her eyes:
"It's just as you said."

"King versus King."

"God versus God!"

She is not good at fighting, but that doesn’t mean she is doomed to lose today!
But what Aurora couldn't understand was that the other person's eyes were full of pity.

"Aurora, you've already lost!"

The king who left the opponent with his god finally fell to his knees unable to hold on.

It was not until this moment that Aurora discovered that the broken sword-shaped spear had pierced her king's heart directly through his abdomen.

"Aurora, this should have pierced your head and neck."

After the opponent's giant blade was blocked by himself and flew out of his hand, Moon stabbed the spear in his hand towards Aurora, whose eyes were full of dark moons.

But at the last moment, the tall king raised his body to block the fatal blow aimed at the goddess.

This was the weapon that severely injured Blood Moon. If it had stabbed Aurora, the pure white goddess, who was far less able to resist damage than Blood Moon, would certainly not have been able to withstand it.

Unable to tolerate the sneak attack, Dark Moon wanted to step forward and end it all once and for all.

But Moon held her back and shook his head slightly at her.

Indicates that everything is over.

In a brief silence, Dark Moon retreated behind Morn.

On the tall king's body, Aurora was still trying to save her king. Without her king, she would completely lose the possibility of confronting Dark Moon.

Dark Moon and Moon King together have sent away two powerful combinations of gods and kings.

But how could a weapon that could severely damage even the Blood Moon be cured so easily?

The tall king shook his head and stopped the pure white goddess.

He knew his own ending; he had guessed it when Aurora arrived.

She won't give up, but she is definitely no match for the hero who ended two eras.

Her life was so smooth, so smooth that she couldn't see herself clearly.

So the only thing he wanted to change was to let Aurora survive!

After taking a look at Moon who was holding Dark Moon.

He spoke his first words to the pure white goddess on his body:

"Live, live for me."

There was no intense emotion, just a request.

But this sudden sentence made Aurora stunned.

For a long time, her king had been just a silent listener.

Listen quietly, and then do everything quietly.

So he chose him as his king, trying to escape the terrible curse.

This was the first sentence he said to himself.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I will heal you and we will go home together!"

"Adela is still waiting for us to go home!"

Aurora seemed to realize something and was visibly panicked.

But in response, her king laughed, then grasped the spear and thrust it hard in front of Aurora's shocked eyes.

This time, the king’s departure cannot be changed.

Because of him, Aurora knew very well that in this situation, the only way for Aurora to leave was his death.

Even this is what Aurora expected.

When she found her king fell, she knew she had completely lost. But she wanted to live.

But how can I survive?

The answer is simple. I have already lost my king. What else do you want?
Looking at the king who calmly faced death, Aurora wanted to cry in front of the two supreme beings opposite her, but she found that she couldn't cry.

He couldn't even move, and just stared blankly at the king lying in front of him.

She thought she would feel relieved at this moment, but she didn't. In fact, the only thing she felt was the overwhelming rage that she had never thought would appear.

She wanted to stand up and make the two people in front of her pay with their lives.

But she couldn't stand up, not because of fear, but because of the first and last time her king spoke to her.

'Live, live for me.'

If you really didn't love him, why would you choose him as your king?
The King of the Savage Land, who had been carrying the goddess on his back, fell into the goddess' arms, and their positions were swapped.

The goddess lost her king.

The goddess also found the king.

(End of this chapter)