The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

Chloe half-knelt on the ground, blood from her wrist dripping onto the ground, constantly maintaining the spiritual power to maintain the string magic circle of "Storm Passing".

Her eyes suddenly became a little empty, and it was obvious that she could not maintain it for much longer.

Fortunately, when Xing Mo felt that she had tried her best, she finally grasped the fire string controlled by the fire dragon.

"boom--"

Xingmo pulled the string hard and broke it directly. The fire dragon's throat suddenly exploded and its snake-like neck tilted back high.

"call--"

The storm disappeared, and Chloe squatted on the ground panting. She skillfully took out a handkerchief and bandaged her wrist.

"That dragon...is not easy to deal with..." Chloe muttered.

"I know," Xingmo muttered, "but as long as we deal with the person who controls it, we can solve it."

"Where's the person controlling it?" Chloe looked up.

"Where."

Xingmo pointed, and Chloe finally saw the presence on the dragon's back.

He was a priest in a red robe. He had been sitting on the dragon's back from the very beginning, with his hands spread out, and different amounts of black threads bound under each of his ten fingers.

Seeing that the two had discovered him, the half of the manipulator's face under the hood showed a smile:

"You found me, the 'puppeteer' behind the stage."

His voice was very low, but it seemed to be able to penetrate the wind, snow and the roar of the rails and reach Xingmo's ears clearly.

"Beast! Let go of those innocent people!" Chloe yelled.

"Inside the cage, everyone is guilty," the Puppet Master muttered. "The dead have merely paid the price in advance. When the crimson moon shines, all will be settled."

Although these words were few, they stirred up waves in Xingmo's mind.

Red Moon? He knew Red Moon?

That's a truth that only a demigod can know! Yet, that self-proclaimed "puppet master" spoke those words without hesitation?

Before Xingmo could think about it, a sob came from beside her:

"Well...!"

She turned her head and found Chloe squatting and whispering again, her pupils trembling.

Just hearing the word "Red Moon" inevitably hurt her.

Oh no! Xingmo immediately squatted down and placed her hand on Chloe's shoulder. The "Tree of Life" mark on the back of her hand lit up.

"Are you okay?" Xingmo said in a low voice.

"I... probably just... lost too much blood..."

Chloe struggled to her feet and staggered to her feet on the roof, holding the pistol in her trembling hands.

"Whoever you are...you hurt those civilians...you will pay the price..." she muttered softly.

No, she can't be allowed to continue fighting. This guy will only be a burden here, and his life will definitely be in danger.

Just as Xingmo was thinking about how to get Chloe out of the way, the steam train suddenly whistled—

"Om————"

At this time, the previously thick steam suddenly faded and the speed of the car slowed down a lot.

Xing Mo turned around and saw that a series of swaying figures had reached the front of the car and were entering the car from the side.

Oh no... they ran over the roof of the car!

The train slowed down, indicating that the alchemical steam engine at the front had been forced to shut down, possibly due to damage by the puppets.

Xing Mo slapped his head and said he was careless.

She hadn't considered this possibility at first. After all, it was impossible for ordinary robbers to stand firmly on the roof of a car in a snowstorm.

But those puppets are different.

Thinking of this, Xingmo whispered in Chloe's ear:

"Chloe, leave this to me. Go to the front of the car immediately and stop those puppets."

Chloe was also looking at the puppets that had already reached the front of the car in astonishment. When she heard Xingmo's words, she turned around, her eyes wide open:

"Are you trying to kill yourself? That's a dragon! You..."

"Believe me," Xing Mo said without a doubt, "the people in the car need you."

All sorts of strange lights flashed in Chloe's eyes, including anger, impulse, and fear, but they finally froze in confusion.

She pursed her lips tightly and shouted:

"You...you're not trying to be a hero!"

After saying that, she drew her short knife, turned around and ran towards the front of the car, using the blade to cut through the oncoming wind as she went.

"..."

Watching her gradually go away, Xingmo sighed helplessly.

Are the guerrillas all so tragic and heroic? It seems they're really fighting hard...

Xingmo turned around, looked up at the giant dragon in the wind and snow, and looked into the eyes of the "puppet master" on the dragon's back.

"Since no one is watching, there's no need to be restrained..."

Xing Mo muttered, and golden sparks suddenly surged in the space around him.

"Well, whoever you are, it's your turn now."

......

Inside the dining car, two guerrillas were interrogating Luffy surrounded by a crowd.

Every time they asked a question, Luffy answered fluently with an indifferent expression.

This was not because he wanted to answer, but because he had drunk the "truth serum" and could only tell the truth.

"..."

After interrogation, the guerrillas were shocked to find that Mr. Luffy was indeed not the mastermind behind the robbery.

No matter how they looked for angles on the question, the answer that came out of Mr. Luffy's mouth was no.

"..."

A guerrilla took two steps back in disbelief, frowning:

"Is it really such a coincidence?"

"I thought the Imperials wanted to take this opportunity to assassinate Miss Chloe," another guerrilla murmured, "but..."

Before the two of them could finish their conversation, there was a sudden sound of a window shattering in the next carriage.

The people in the dining car suddenly panicked. They screamed and moved towards the front of the train, trying to escape to the next car.

However, a series of glass exploding sounds were also heard from the adjacent carriage in the front direction of the train, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Gunshots rang out, accompanied by screams, sounds of people falling, and the screams of the crowd.

The two guerrillas immediately drew their daggers and pistols and ran to the two ends of the crowd.

"Back off!" the guerrillas shouted.

Together with the train police, they protected the passengers and lifted up the revolvers.

The door of the carriage was pried open by some strange force, and snow and cold wind rushed in, followed by a series of ragged figures.

They were people with lifeless eyes, holding scimitars, and walking slowly into the room.

"Damn, what is that!" the guerrilla shouted.

If they can surround these two carriages at the same time, it means that the front of the train has fallen!

Seeing this, the guerrillas and flight attendants started shooting without hesitation, firing bullets into the bodies of the robbers.

The robbers fell like harvested ears of wheat, but quickly stood up again, their blood flowing back.

"What kind of monster is that!" the guerrillas screamed.

They originally thought that the robber was a human, but they didn't expect the robber to be such a monster.

They kept pulling the trigger, knocking the "robbers" down, and then watched them stand up.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Bullets could not stop the puppets from approaching. They walked very slowly, but they were like an unquestionable iron wall, compressing the space in the dining car.

Just as the puppets were about to arrive, someone in the crowd suddenly started singing:

"Asta..."

His voice was hoarse and had a gravel-like texture, like the sandstorms deep in the Eru Desert that had been exposed to the sun for thousands of years.

The melody he hummed was like the wind that blew up the sand, prying out some invisible force from beneath the space—

"Zizzi-"

For a moment, the puppets stumbled back, their blood vessels burst, and iron sand-like objects poured out of them.

At the same time, a gust of wind shattered the dining car window. Chloe jumped in from the window and raised her pistol towards the puppets:

"'Howl of the Wind'!"

The organ played, and a strong wind rushed out, rushing towards the puppets—

"boom--"

The puppets were immediately overturned. Seeing this, Chloe quickly infused her spiritual power and fired several shots in succession.

"boom--"

"Boom - boom -"

The strong wind pushed the puppets out of the carriage door. At this time, two guerrillas quickly picked up a table, rushed to the door, and blocked the carriage door tightly.

Chloe took two steps back, spun the pistol, flipped a switch on the organ structure on the back of the gun, and then squeezed the trigger again—

"boom!"

This time, the ammunition fired was shining with golden light, which immediately enveloped the fortifications in golden light symbolizing a "wall".

After firing the bullet, Chloe suddenly fell to her knees, her long gray hair spread out in a mess, covering her face.

"Miss Chloe!" Two guerrillas rushed forward, "Are you okay?!"

"Back! Back and..." Chloe shouted weakly.

"No more! They're dead!"

A conductor shouted, his voice filled with fear.

Chloe struggled to raise her head and stood up with the help of the guerrillas.

She turned her head to look towards the front of the car and immediately took a breath of cold air -

——Those puppets were already dead. They knelt on the ground, their bodies as stiff as weathered stone statues.

What power...? Chloe felt her lips tremble.

No, now is not the time to dwell on this. Since that power is helping us, let's not delve into it for now...

"Listen..." Chloe took a breath, "We... need to get to the front of the train... they're going to attack the conductor..."

"Attack the conductor? But..."

"There's no time to waste, follow me...!"

Chloe stood up and neatly tied her hair into a ponytail, her heroic yet handsome profile immediately standing out.

She swept a firm gaze over the passengers in the carriage and shouted:

"The guerrillas will protect you!"

Chloe's leadership aura seemed to take over immediately. She turned to look at the flight attendant beside her and gave a few clear and sharp hand gestures:

"Five of you, stay here and protect the passengers. The rest of you, follow me."