Chapter 304: Not as an Enemy, but as Hostility Towards Women (3k)

The shining light brought by the divine punishment of the Holy Lance soon dissipated.

But the horrible marks left by the Holy Lance were still clearly visible under the reflection of the two moons.

This heralded the complete return of the Lionheart King and the Storm Goddess.

Looking at the two returning Supremes, the gods and kings all had different expressions.

Have too many dead returned in the past year?

Moreover, they were all such exaggerated big figures.

The only two Dukes of Trajan who seemed to be dragging their feet later became the Sword and Shield Kings and led the Baratheon Dynasty. As for Saint Constantine, although he has returned to the original embrace, he is not only the chosen king of the new Abyss Goddess, he is even the great Augustus.

In detail, this saint seems to be a bit too exaggerated.

Compared with him, the ancient Moon King, the new Sword and Shield King, and the current Lionheart King all seem a bit dim.

Ah, and the prophets who died and came back to life, and lived and died again.

The Supremes began to feel uneasy about this weird situation.

At first, they just thought it was interesting, but now they are also afraid.

After all, the pure white goddess is still trapped in the despair of the king's departure.

And it is foreseeable that she should be trapped there forever, because almost no one has been able to get out since ancient times.

Unless it is like

The Supremes' eyes are focused on the heart of the lion again.

The Lionheart King, the heart of the goddess of weapons, who is as proud and glorious as a lion.

This is the origin of the Lionheart King.

In order to make the gods who have lost their kings get out of despair, either the gods die or the king is resurrected.

There is no other way except these two.

Because only these two ways can reunite.

Even if it is eternal death!

There are many things that can mock the powerlessness of death, but gods and kings will definitely always be among them.

Only the Supremes saw that they saw the holy spear gently raised.

The next moment, they could no longer see everything in Camelot.

Even after so many years, the goddess of weapons still doesn't like outsiders.

However, because the relationship between God and the King is an iron law at the core of the world. Therefore, no matter how careful someone is, he will still cause some unavoidable problems if he gradually accepts his identity and gets deeper and deeper into it.

This is almost inevitable and has been destined.

The forest of Roselorian, which is illuminated by the light of the holy tree even in the dark night, is still good.

Because the goddess hidden in the curtain is still carefully protecting her king in an unknown place.

As the moon-white longbow was taken out by her, the emerald goddess no longer had any interest in looking at the lion and her heart.

Instead, she kept following the traces she left behind.

The Shadow Sun was the partner and deputy she chose for the real sun. Even if the other party's excellence exceeded her expectations, even so, it was still within her imagination.

After all, the biggest reason for choosing the Shadow Sun was to have someone to replace her when she was gone.

However, as mentioned before, neither she nor the green goddess thought that it would be the king who left.

Because of this, one was more afraid of coming back, and the other wanted to hold on more.

The same was true for the distant Baratheon. The goddess who represented the rule became more and more powerless the further she went out.

So she only knew, but didn't know more.

Moreover, she had always focused more on other places. These days, she vaguely discovered something.

That is, the question her teacher had asked her, and she actually found a little trace.

The white disaster that swept the world that she had only heard from her teacher.

Or the witch in the mourning dress was almost the same. She was trying hard to prove to Quintus and others that Augustus was still alive.

But the latter just sighed more and more.

This made the goddess extremely ashamed and angry, but she could only continue to emphasize this fact. Then she fell into a cycle that made her more and more unbearable.

Only the moon, only the cold moon that always shone on the earth with the original moon, found something wrong.

That is, she felt a hint of hostility.

From the Holy Lance.

It was not the deep malice she had felt in various eras, but another kind of hostility between women that she had rarely seen.

In particular, she had seen that girl before the Holy Lance isolated everything.

The other party had been sleeping in the arms of the Holy Lance.

And it seemed that the girl that her king seemed to like very much had been serving as the vessel for the Holy Lance's advent in the New World?

In theory, according to Roselorian and her cognition, they suspected that the returning Supremes had a special connection in the foreign land, and might even know each other.

And they had been working together for something.

But now, she felt that maybe something was wrong.

Because the hostility of the Holy Lance made her feel very strange.

She didn't think it was an illusion, she was also a woman.

Although she rarely felt this kind of sight, it was not wrong. The Holy Lance was hostile to her, as a woman's hostility.

But this was very strange.

The Holy Lance was the goddess of weapons. Because of the existence of the Lionheart King, she did learn to love.

However, she was still a weapon. She did not learn to love people, but to love the king.

Apart from this love, in other aspects, she was still a cold weapon, without her own emotions and will.

So, why does she look at me like that?

As strange emotions spread, the goddess Selene bit her fingertips slightly.

She felt a little thirsty, but her king was not by her side.

——

The thoughts and troubles of the Supremes have nothing to do with mortals.

Because they witnessed an incomparable miracle, the people in the Storm Parish burst into earth-shaking cheers after a short stagnation.

And those soldiers and clergymen knelt on the ground with their heads drooped as if they were dead.     They have been reveling on this land for countless years.

And now, their era is finally over.

The traversers also walked out of their hiding places.

Then they looked at their companions, and after a brief look, they slapped each other directly.

It hurts, is it true? !

So they have seen the king and the gods with their own eyes? ? ?

Are you kidding? ? ?

In the crowd reveling in front of the last cathedral.

Mr. Mayor and the tavern owner both stared at each other in amazement.

Just now, the two of them drove the airship that scattered the notes and resolutely crashed into it, and then successfully jumped off the ship at the last moment.

However, seeing the army coming, they were ready to commit suicide and go back quickly.

Result

"Hit me."

"What?"

"Hit me!"

The tavern owner was stunned for a moment and then slapped the mayor directly.

Looking at the mayor who fell to the ground with a very beautiful and pleasant sound.

After a bigger daze, the tavern owner punched his own heart.

He is obviously a man!

It would be fine if he didn't know before, but how can he still be like this now that he knows? ? ?

And his heartbeat is accelerated? !

"What's wrong with you?"

The tavern owner, who almost punched himself back to his hometown in Renlian and rolled into the bed crying secretly, raised his hand and said:

"No, boss, it's okay, I just want to see if it's true."

The mayor, who didn't realize what the tavern owner was thinking, stood up rubbing his face.

"So, so it's true? That's a noble king and a noble goddess container?"

The tavern owner added:

"It's the container that the goddess possesses."

The mayor still said in disbelief:

"We actually met the most noble person in this world just like that? Do you think we have committed anything that can be convicted of blasphemy against the king?"

They are also quite powerful in the New World.

Otherwise, they would not be able to distribute so many notes so quickly.

But even so, before they met Morn, they only managed to meet a demigod hiding behind the scenes after going through layers of obstacles.

That's it, and the mayor, the leader, is deeply proud of it.

After all, they are real big shots, great people who truly transcend the concept of human beings.

Then they turned around and saw two supreme beings who could treat demigods as insects, and even talked and laughed with such noble two beings.

Just thinking about it feels like a dream.

The burning flames brought flowing wind, and this wind blew the fragrance of the mayor into the tavern owner's nose.

This made him feel dazed.

Is this body fragrance or perfume?

No? Why am I thinking about this again?

No, I don't want a man on top of a man!

Another punch hit him, and the tavern owner, with a sweet throat, finally felt that he had controlled something incredible.

Then, he grinned with a mouth full of blood and said:

"I don't think so, boss."

But the mayor just looked at him straight.

This made the tavern owner feel creepy, and the urge that he had just suppressed became active again.

Maybe, probably, it may not be a big deal.

After all, after all, it's not that you can't live here.

Isn't it okay to commit suicide in the Human Union?

And the boss must have endured a lot of things that he dared not endure, should I help her share it?

Before a certain switch was completely out of control, the mayor finally spoke:

"No."

"No? No, no, what's wrong? Let me make it clear first, boss, I don't have any strange thoughts about you."

These extra words came out, and the tavern owner noticed something wrong and looked away.

The mayor couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"I'm a man, don't think about these stupid things!"

"Ah, ah"

The tavern owner turned his head away in embarrassment.

At the same time, in order to ease the embarrassment, he asked:

"So what's wrong, boss? If it's these two supremes, what can be wrong?"

The mayor shook his head and said:

"It's not these two supremes, but the round table."

"Round table?"

The tavern owner, realizing that it was really a serious matter, hurriedly stood up.

The two of them followed the mayor's line of sight to look at the burning cathedral:

"The Lionheart King is back, why hasn't the Round Table, which has been supporting the last bit of face of the Storm Church, responded so far?"