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

"We have to fight our way to the front of the car!"

Then, with the passengers staring in awe, Chloe led the group into the next carriage.

......

"Asta..."

A hoarse melody popped out of Xingmo's mind, making her eyes widen.

At this moment, the puppeteer riding on the dragon let out a deep laugh:

"Listen... that's the melody of sand..."

Xingmo turned her head in the blizzard and looked towards the dining car in a daze.

There was no doubt that the sound came from the dining car...

Someone sang "Sand Song" in the dining car?

A figure immediately appeared in Xingmo's mind - it was a kind old man in a yellow robe.

Without a doubt, it was Mr. Luffy...

Mr. Luffy sang the "Song of the Sand"?

No... He only sang one word, and I heard it...

Why did I hear that voice? Is it because we are in the same realm of "life"?

The dragon's roar broke Xingmo's thoughts. She looked up and saw that the puppeteer's fingertips were condensing a ball of pure darkness.

The mass of darkness excited the strings in the air disorderly. At the same time, the figures on the roof that had been destroyed by the dragon flames reunited one by one and turned back into those ragged puppets.

"Make way, bug..." muttered the Puppeteer.

"You are the bug..."

Xingmo didn't know how to curse, so she just returned the other person's words.

She didn't give the puppeteer a chance to argue, and simply struck the six strings in the air, immediately drawing a sun in front of her.

——Six-string magic, "Power of the Fire Spirit"!

Golden flames suddenly gushed out of the air like a stream seeping out from between the cracks in the rocks.

The flames landed on the roof of the car, stirring up a sizzling wave of fire, which made the surrounding wind and snow retreat a little.

"...!"

When the "Puppeteer" saw the sun behind Xingmo, a hint of astonishment flashed briefly in his eyes.

"Six strings...? You are..."

"A regular doctor passing by."

Xingmo raised her head, and the flames in her golden eyes engulfed the wind and snow reflected in her eyeballs.

The puppeteer didn't hesitate any longer. He drove the giant dragon beneath him and spewed dragon flames at the star foam on the roof.

"Roar--"

The dragon flame tore through the wind and snow and rolled towards the star foam. The extreme high temperature seemed to devour the star foam.

However, Xing Mo just stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in the air.

"Snapped!"

Snapping his fingers, he played a string sound, instantly igniting the flames—

"boom!"

The dragon was blown away with half of its neck and collarbone, and holes were burned on its huge membrane wings.

In the state of "Flame Spirit Authority", Xingmo is the master of the Fire String, and no one can activate the power of the Fire String within her sight.

The "puppeteer" on the dragon's back steadied himself, spread his hands, and began to control the puppet on the roof to rush towards Xingmo.

Xing Mo gently turned the bone wand in his hand, darkness filled the air, and the short magic wand instantly turned into a cane of moderate length.

Xing Mo grabbed the staff with one hand and the head with the other, mobilizing the power of the fire string in the surrounding space.

Golden flames flowed from all directions toward the Spine of Saint Auros, outlining the scepter like the sun itself.

Then, the moment those puppets approached, Xing Mo suddenly pulled out the dagger from the divine bone—

"boom--"

The golden crescent, dragging high temperatures as if from the sun, instantly shot forward, passing over more than ten carriages behind the steam train in just half a second.

"Zizi-"

All the puppets that the Blade of Light passed by were swallowed by the extreme high temperature and turned into nothingness.

Xingmo swung the dagger, and golden light surrounded the metal that was burned into gold, shining in the blizzard like the sun on the distant horizon.

She did not stop, but raised her eyes and fixed her gaze on the hands of the "puppeteer".

As expected, the "Puppeteer" condensed a string, a black string!

That string was not a "shadow string", but a darker and deeper string, revealing a power that seemed to be able to distort the surrounding space.

That string is the key for the "Puppeteer" to restore those puppets!

What Xingmo wants to do is to seize that string!

.......

2) Scarab's Voice (Part 7) - 4k2- (2-in-1)

As if sensing Xingmo's intention, the "puppeteer" manipulated the silk threads, attempting to raise the dragon's height.

Naturally, Xing Mo would never give him this opportunity.

She gathered her spiritual power and uttered a difficult and obscure word:

“‘Submission’!”

When the truth is spoken, everything trembles.

A powerful pressure descended from the sky, instantly bending the dragon's long neck and making its spine make a cracking sound.

Xingmo casually plucked the wind string, creating an updraft under her feet that lifted her body up.

The puppeteer controlled the giant dragon to spit fire again. The dragon's neck was already riddled with holes, but it still spewed out chaotic streams of fire, causing it to sway unsteadily in the air.

Time to let you rest in peace...

Xing Mo looked at Long's pupils that had already turned up, and then slashed forward with the divine bone dagger.

"Shhh-"

The extreme high temperature tore a crack in space, like glass being cut by a molten knife.

Xingmo drilled into the crack, chopped it with his hand, and his body was suddenly hanging right above the dragon.

She sheathed her bone sword, held down her skirt with her left hand, and raised the Spine of Saint Auros with her right hand, prying the chord of fire in the air—

"boom--"

A turbulent stream of fire fell from the sky and hit the giant dragon that was still spewing fire downwards, instantly engulfing it in a sea of ​​fire.

The dragon's body turned into a black silhouette in the sea of ​​fire. Seizing this opportunity, Xing Mo drew out the divine bone dagger again and snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

Her body suddenly fell towards the dragon under the blessing of the blazing flames and feathers, accompanied by a swing of the sword -

"bass--"

With a flash of golden blade light, the giant dragon's shadow was severed at its neck, and its vertebrae were blown away by the unrestrained power of the fire string, exploding like firecrackers.

The figure in a red robe fell to the top of the carriage, rolled twice, then suddenly jumped up and landed steadily on the roof.

The puppeteer raised his head, and beneath the rain of fire from the exploding remains of the dragon, he saw the falling star foam not far away.

At this moment, Xingmo was tightly grasping the black string in his hand - the string that the "puppetmaster" used to control the puppet.

"Six-string Saint..." The Puppet Master was not at all panicked, "Ah...it's you..."

"Do you know me?" Xing Mo asked coldly.

"Of course, all the lambs who have seen the slate know you," the Puppet Master murmured. "You are the star... the sun... and the moon..."

Slate? You mean the Slate of Truth?

"Who are you?" Xing Mo grabbed the string with one hand and pressed the "Spine of Saint Auros" against the ground with the other hand. The sun behind him became brighter and brighter.

"People who look up at the moon," the Puppet Master smiled, "people who pursue life."

As soon as he finished speaking, black air suddenly surged out from behind him, then shrank inward and turned into a vortex.

Seeing that the "Puppeteer" was about to leave, Xingmo raised the scepter, ready to release the spark.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt her body stiffen - countless black threads bound her, intending to turn her into a puppet.

She glared, and the mark of the 'Tree of Life' instantly shattered the threads, dispersing them.

But by then, the "Puppeteer" had already retreated into the darkness, leaving behind only a few short whispers:

"When all the stars surround the moon... the red moon will hang in every sky..."

At this point, there was only the endless wind and snow and the roar of the rails on the roof, nothing else.

"..."

Xingmo stood in the blizzard in silence for a moment, then turned the "Spine of Saint Auros" back into a magic wand and put it back into his pocket.

She searched the roof and soon found some trophies worth noting -

——It was a burnt and broken dragon horn, the broken surface sparkling like red agate in the wind and snow.

Xing Mo picked up the broken horn, wiped it, and felt the warmth radiating from the inside out.

"Poor dragon, may you rest in peace," she murmured.

The "Puppeteer" used the black string to turn the dragon into a puppet and enslave it.

The Fire Dragon likely resides deep in the mountains of Faru, and the boarding time coincides with the border between Faru and Winter County. This suggests the red-robed "Puppeteer" might be part of a secret organization within the Faru region...

In any case, his appearance seems to have sounded the alarm for this trip to Winter County...

Xing Mo recalled the characteristics of the black string. Her spiritual power had captured it and she could reproduce it with just a thought.

It seems to be the power of the "Invisible Mist"... not the "Shadow String", it's darker...

I'll ask Aurora later. I think that little girl can talk for ages after just one look...

Anyway, let's go to the dining car first and see what the situation is over there.

Thinking of this, Xingmo flipped lightly over the edge of the train and entered the carriage.

......

"boom--"

As the wind blew, Chloe and the guerrillas finally broke through the last carriage in front of the train.

When they rushed to the front of the car, they witnessed a surprising scene——

——Several puppets fell in the cabin outside the cockpit, motionless.

Next to them, one of the steam train's string reactors was destroyed, and the spare ones were still working, but the piston movement was much smaller.

As for the train conductor, he seemed to have locked himself in the cab and refused to come out.

It's a very sensible choice indeed...

Chloe exchanged glances with the guerrillas. Two of them raised their pistols and pulled the trigger at the fallen puppet.

"boom!"

After finishing the reshoot, Chloe walked to the door of the cab and knocked.

"Open up," Chloe knocked on the driver's door, "It's done!"

After a while, the door of the cab was carefully pushed open. The conductor looked out with a delighted expression: