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

Seeing this, another believer decisively drew his wand, reached out and pulled over a little girl standing nearby, and put the wand against her neck:

"Don't move! Otherwise I'll kill her!"

He had barely uttered the threat when he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down and discovered that the person in his arms was not a little girl, but a monster covered in thorns and eyes!

The monster bit his wrist, and blood gushed out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The cultist pushed the monster away, waved his wand, and tore the monster into pieces with a violent explosion.

He looked up and saw that the church was empty except for Dr. Jie Deti and her assistant standing at the door.

At this moment, the assistant had a bright smile on his face, and blood-red starlight was flowing in his pupils, forming the shape of trees.

This is a dream!

"As expected...you are the ones favored by God..." the believers roared.

"It's a pity that you can't tell this secret to others." Xing Mo said lightly.

The Red Moon Cult wizard before him must be quite powerful—perhaps at the level of a "Saint."

Otherwise, he would not be able to break free from the control of Xingmo's "Midnight Theater".

The fact that he was not infected by the power of the Dark Strings meant that he was also a Dark String affinity person.

He has the divine blessing of "Invisible Mist" on him!

"Being able to wake up so quickly from a dream shows that you have some real skills."

Xing Mo waved her wand, a black light flashed, and the bone scepter was held in her hand:

"Then let's make a quick decision."

“Hehehe…”

The believer lowered his head, and the smile on his face became more ferocious:

"Dragging me into the dream was a wrong decision."

"Because, in my dream, I am God!"

The believers pulled open their clothes, and their flesh and blood expanded and broke into black pieces of flesh, with eyes blooming in the narrow gaps.

His figure suddenly became tall, and countless tentacles emerged from his back, accompanied by a black aura.

A nightmare is being born!

This evil mythical creature is the master of dreams and can change dreams at will according to its own wishes. It is the shaper of dreams.

Feeling the powerful power filling his body, the believer reached out and grabbed the essence of the dream space, preparing to distort it.

However, at this moment, his wrists were bound by green light——

"Crack!"

Nightmare's wrist broke, and with a light like broken glass, it scattered into nothingness.

"What?!" the Nightmare Cultist roared in shock.

He looked across and saw a girl with white hair and red eyes raising a finger with a green light flashing on the fingertip.

"You're a god, and so am I." Aurora tilted her head. "Let's compare?"

The next second, Aurora yanked her wrist, and half of the nightmare exploded into shattered glass, accompanied by a hysterical scream:

"Uhhhhhh!"

Taking this opportunity, Xing Mo rushed forward, drew out the dagger from the divine bone, and the brilliant light of the scorching sun bloomed—

"boom--"

The stream of sunlight tore open the Nightmare's waist, cutting it in half with one stroke, and a black breath gushed out.

The upper half of the cultist's body fell to the ground, twitching and shaking.

"No...no..." he muttered confusedly.

"My Lord! I..."

Before he could speak, metal as bright as the surface of the sun was stuffed into his mouth, ending his madness.

"..."

Xingmo pulled the sword out of the cultist's mouth, swung it violently, and then put it back into the bone sheath.

"I wonder how many dream souls he sacrificed to gain the power he has today..." Xing Mo murmured.

"Can we ask?" Aurora smiled.

The two nodded to each other and sang together, and the space of the dream began to tremble.

A wisp of spiritual remnant rose from the nightmare's body and swirled in the air into a vague human face shape.

"His soul has been almost completely eroded by the evil god. I'm afraid we won't be able to get anything out of him." Aurora muttered to herself.

Xing Mo did not hesitate and directly chose the most important question:

"Does the ice dragon in the snowy mountains have a name? Are you confident you can fight him?"

The believer's soul twisted slightly, and then he spoke ethereally:

"...his name has long been forgotten in the eternity..."

"...but he has a title...a terrifying title..."

"...His name is... 'Ancient Dragon Hunter'..."

"Ancient Dragon Hunting"...Xing Mo frowned slightly and searched his memory.

Never heard of this name...

The Nightmare Cultist continued:

"...but we have the power to fight him...The nightmare giant Tikanwaz will drag him into the deepest dream..."

"...a dream woven by the spirit of Wintershire...he cannot escape..."

"...then...we will steal the remains of the gods from the temple..."

"..."

As soon as the cultist finished speaking, his soul shattered and turned into white smoke and dispersed.

Xingmo looked at Aurora beside her:

"'Ancient Dragon Hunter', does this name sound familiar to you?"

"I haven't..." Aurora shook her head. "No... I think I've heard..."

"Where have you heard that?"

"When I was hanging on the tree," Aurora looked away and stood on tiptoe, "I seemed to hear this name in your mentor's dream cluster..."

"The memory of Mentor Lucius?" Xing Mo was surprised. "That means..."

"That dragon belongs to the Court of Redemption and serves as something like an agent," Aurora said. "I don't know anything else."

So that's how it is. Now a lot of things become clear...

A dragon belonging to the Court of Redemption naturally has connections with the Imperials, which is why County Governor Jamila possesses the Holy Relic of the Sun that passed through the Lament of Mortiheim.

At present, the Red Moon Cult, the County Governor, and the Court of Redemption have reached a clever balance, so Winter County is still calm on the surface.

The Red Moon Cult needed the county governor to provide the Sun Relic and the Angel's Tears, so they had not been able to do anything.

The county governor needed the Red Moon Cult to spread nightmares so that he could sell the medicine to make a profit, so he never cleared the Black Forest.

The "Ancient Dragon Hunter" needs to be promoted to the angel level, so he acts as a protective shield for County Governor Jamila, who is the local agent of the Empire.

Very balanced, but also fragile.

It only takes a tiny bit of incitement to trigger a butterfly effect.

"The cultists seem to think they can fight the Ancient Dragon Hunter. If that's the case, let's give them a push."

Xing Mo said this, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of silk thread in the air.

She used the power of the Dark String to quickly transform the two cultists into puppets, then said hello to Aurora:

"You can leave the dream now."

"I'm getting hungry..." Aurora said, waving her hand and the dream dissipated.

The county church was still bustling in winter, with hungry and cold people standing before the gods of their respective faiths, mumbling prayers.

Xingmo couldn't hear their prayers clearly, but the broken words lingered under the church dome like smoke rising from an incense burner, weaving into a misty atmosphere.

The two believers walked up to Xingmo obediently, holding incense burners in their hands - they had lost their lives now and were Xingmo's puppets.

The battle just now took place entirely in a dream, so no one noticed anything unusual in the church.

"What should we do with these two bad guys?" Aurora looked at the two puppets with disdain. "We can't just send them to the police station, right? They're already dead..."

"You don't understand this..." Xing Mo muttered.

Looking at the devout looks of the two believers, Xing Mo already had a complete plan in his mind:

"Sometimes the dead are more useful than the living."

......

After the bar closed, "Dark Wood" made himself a cocktail and found a seat to sit down.

Even late at night, faint songs could often be heard coming from the alleys - those were the songs of the Golden People. After the incident with Prince Austin in the South City, many Golden People moved to the North City Port District and took on some low-level jobs.

It was already five o'clock in the morning, and "Hei Mu Tou" was getting ready to go to bed, but the golden people had already gone out to work on the streets.

Where there is singing, there will be golden sand.

Black Wood smiled slightly, and at this moment, the shadow behind him trembled slightly:

"'Ancient Dragon Hunter' has separated the sacred qualities from the divine remains..."

"He's really working hard," Darkwood muttered. "Where's the heir?"

"She doesn't seem to need our help..."

"After all, the torrent behind her is called 'Destiny,'" Black Wood laughed. "The fun is about to begin."

"Black Wood" picked up the cocktail, walked to the window, and looked at the early morning scenery outside the window.

Even in the port area, the nights in the academy city can be described as peaceful - compared to the chaotic wars among warlords in the Yanxia marginal islands, the peace here is truly as pleasant as fine wine.

"But the war will come soon..." murmured Black Wood.

"That little girl, is it okay to let her go?" The voice from the shadows sounded doubtful. "She saw the mark of the Black Dragon."

"Behind that little girl is an equally great being, a key," Blackwood smiled. "It's not that I don't want to take action, but... this is all part of the flow."

"No creature can escape the flow, not even a dragon."

"Black Wood" raised his head and looked at the pale blue crescent moon in the sky.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the full moon was as red as blood.

"The crimson moon still hangs high in the sky, its gravity controlling all movement and gathering everything beneath the White Tower."

"Will we be able to see the 'Shepherd's String' soon?" The voice in the shadows chuckled.

"I don't know," Blackwood murmured. "I am only a pawn on the chessboard of fate, and the chess player... that beautiful butterfly... is flapping its wings in the far north."

"Soon... the storm she created will reach the Citadel..."

"Dark Wood" drew the curtains, hiding his eyes behind the shadows.

"But what is certain is that before next spring she will be back in power..."

"She will soon become a demigod."

...END...

5) God's Legacy

Standing at the door of the study, Alice adjusted her collar slightly, and a rare hint of anxiety appeared on her face, which was always at ease.