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

"The dead are more useful than the living."

Xingmo put on gloves and carefully placed the two sun rings on the fingers of the "Immortal", making sure there was no skin contact to prevent the "Puppeteer" from discovering any remaining traces.

"Okay." Xing Mo clapped his hands and looked at the "Immortal" who was still in the nightmare with satisfaction.

This is a very bizarre story: two believers who came to the Winter County Church to offer sacrifices happened to meet the "Immortal" sent by County Governor Jamila to do the work, and were then captured by him.

They were tortured for many days before they finally escaped and captured the "Immortal".

What's even more coincidental is that this "Immortal" happens to have the Holy Relic of the Sun bestowed by Jamila in his hand, which can help the Red Moon believers cross the blizzard and go to the temple to steal the power of the divine remains!

Since this "Immortal" is Jamila's personal guard, it makes sense for him to possess the relic - he is about to contact the ancient dragon in the blizzard.

Weird, isn't it? Two Red Moon Cultists were able to counterattack and kill the Immortal.

Because this was made up by Xingmo.

The Dark String Affinity Person is like a manipulator behind the stage, and everything on the stage is his puppet.

The manipulator of destiny, this is the natural authority that symbolizes "domination" in the dark string.

Xingmo was not worried that there would be any problems with this play: even if the "Puppeteer" doubted the authenticity of the story, and the sun relic he got was real, he would definitely launch an attack on the Caradorans Mountains.

In order to seize the "Divine Remains" in the Temple of Saint Nero, he will fight to the death with the ancient dragon by any means necessary.

What Xingmo had to do was to sneak into the temple at this time.

Well, I don't think anyone wants this divine corpse? So, why not take it?

"So, let's get started."

As Xingmo spoke, he waved his wand again. The dark strings that were aroused stimulated gravity in space, driving the movement of the puppets.

Two puppets supported the Immortal as they limped towards the Black Forest.

"The show is about to begin!" Aurora cheered.

......

In the dark cave, the "Puppeteer" sat alone on a stone throne, gazing at the three-eyed giant before him.

"They called you Aztica, the Three-Eyed One."

The puppeteer looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction: there was a crack on the giant's blue-gray forehead, with a ferocious vertical pupil embedded in it.

That was the eye of a fire dragon.

Puppets have always been the puppeteer’s toys, to be assembled and played with as the puppeteer pleases.

When needed, it becomes the master's sharp sword; when not needed, it can be easily discarded.

"Your blood is a fusion of nightmare and dragon," the Puppeteer muttered. "Even a dragon cannot be your opponent."

At this time, a little fire lit up at the end of the cave, and two figures, escorted by believers, supported an unconscious man through the cave.

The puppeteer looked up and was immediately surprised - it turned out that two believers were supporting an Immortal.

As for how I knew he was an "Immortal"...

The blessing of "Sand Song" is always so conspicuous.

"You've been gone for a long time, my brothers," the Puppeteer opened his arms to the two believers who were supporting the Immortal. "I thought you would never return."

Hearing this, one of the believers paused, then spoke in a hoarse voice:

"...We also thought we would never be able to return to the Lord's Kingdom, but Scarlet showed us favor and gave us the opportunity to kill him..."

"That doesn't sound easy," the Puppeteer said with a smile. "How did you do it? He looks... like a powerful Immortal."

"We prayed to the Lord," the cultists said, "and then the poor creature fell into a nightmare."

The "Puppeteer" observed the state of the "Immortal" - it seemed that he was indeed under the influence of the power of dreams.

He also noticed that there were two rings glowing on the Immortal's hands.

“Oh, it looks like the Lord has brought us a precious gift.”

The puppeteer stretched out his hand and waved it gently. With a "snap", the wrist of the Immortal was directly broken, and the hand and the ring flew into the palm of the puppeteer.

He took off the two rings, held them in his hands, and felt the power of the sun blooming.

"Why does he have these two rings?" The Puppeteer looked up.

"He seems to be talking about going in search of the 'Ancient Dragon Hunter'!" the believer muttered. "It seems...that bastard the County Governor wants to use the power of dragons to crush us!"

Hearing this, the "Puppet Master" smiled and opened his arms.

"But now, thanks to your contributions, we have the upper hand... Oh, you will be favored by Scarlet! You will become..."

He was halfway through his words when suddenly, the Immortal opened his eyes and a dagger made of sand condensed in his hand.

"Shhh-"

"pat-"

Two knives flashed, and the two believers who were supporting the "Immortal" were beheaded in an instant, falling to the ground twitching.

The puppeteer's gaze focused, and black threads emerged from all directions, piercing directly into the body of the Immortal.

"I finally wanted to reward the Lord's loyal servant..." The Puppet Master shook his head. "Oh, you're such a spoilsport."

Then, he twisted his wrist, and the body of the "Immortal" instantly twisted into pieces, falling to the ground with a "crackling" sound.

The puppeteer raised his head and glanced at the other believers in the cave, finally landing on the three-eyed giant Aztica.

"I think the time has come," the Puppet Master murmured. "Followers of the Red Moon! Join me through the blizzard and seize the god's bones!"

"When the false day ceases, the eternal crimson will hang in the sky!"

Under the puppeteer's movements, the blue-gray giant gradually stood up, his body clumsy and unnatural, like a puppet with rusty joints.

But when they saw his movements, all the believers in the cave fell into an unparalleled frenzy.

They all began to show nightmare characteristics - this was the soul power they gained in exchange for spreading the plague in Winter County, which could simultaneously drive the alienation of their bodies.

No, it is sanctification.

"Red Moon! Red Moon! Red Moon! Red Moon!"

......

"How cruel! You actually controlled those three puppets to kill each other!"

On a small cliff in the Black Forest, Xing Mo just opened her eyes and saw Aurora's disgusted look.

"Why?" She was a little surprised. "You are the only one who has no right to say that? Are you an evil god?"

"Ah, even the evil god thinks you're scary." Aurora was still pretending.

"Puchi." Xingmo was amused.

In fact, if she didn't have to, she wouldn't be willing to control the "Immortal" to kill the two puppets - strictly speaking, it wasn't "killing". Could inanimate objects be killed?

But the problem is that Xing Mo can't control the two believers forever, and if he lets go of control rashly, the "Puppeteer", who is also the controller of Dark String, will definitely discover the problem soon.

So, Xingmo came up with this scene.

As for the "Immortal", he is indeed not dead yet. Xing Mo just controls his body with puppet strings.

But for a criminal who tried to assassinate a sickbed, his death was not a pity.

Even dying was a little too easy.

Well, that is, unless you count the many times he was killed by monsters in nightmares.

"Look, look, the forest is moving!"

Aurora pointed downwards, and sure enough, the dark forest that blocked out the sun began to tremble.

Something was pushing aside the black sea of ​​trees, like a giant whale breaking out of the sea.

The huge waves were accompanied by cheers - they were the cultists who had finally been granted permission to attack. They had been trapped in the Black Forest for too long and were no longer satisfied with killing people only in their dreams.

What they want to do is to bring doomsday to Winter County!

Xing Mo observed the movements, then guided the squirrel around the forest for a few laps before coming to a conclusion:

"Their people were divided into two groups. One group followed the giant to the Caradorans Mountains in the north, and the other group rushed to Wintershire."

"Why are we separating them?" Aurora was a little surprised.

"It's to suppress Jamila and get the 'Angel's Tears' from her," Xingmo smiled slightly. "The 'Puppeteer' is a smart man, but he's too honest. Where did Jamila get the 'Angel's Tears'?"

"I've been fooled." Aurora was very happy.

As expected, Xingmo soon sensed something from his eyes in the air - a battle was taking place at the edge of the forest.

"Sure enough, Jamila sent troops to attack the Black Forest," Xingmo stood up. "This should be a token of her allegiance. She hopes to show the dragon in the mountains that she is on his side through this action."

"What a poor performance," Aurora scoffed. "Will anyone really believe it?"

"Who knows?" Xing Mo waved her hand. "Anyway, the fun is about to begin."

......

"call--"

The giant pushed aside the giant trees, crossed the edge of the forest, and stepped into the pile of rocks.

In the distance, the ridges of the Caradorans Mountains stretched into the clouds like the spears of the gods, and a violent blizzard roared in, and every snowflake was like a sharp knife.

On the ground, the skeletons of various creatures were scattered around - they were the corpses of birds and beasts. They were all instantly deprived of their lives when they approached this demigod-level magic, and not even their souls remained.

But the giant was not harmed at all by the blizzard. A golden ring was outlined around him, covering the entire area around him.

Red figures emerged from the edge of the Black Forest. They were believers who had turned into half-nightmare. They gathered at the feet of the giant and followed him forward.

At this time, the "Puppeteer" sat on the giant's back, manipulating him forward.

"call--"

The blizzard that gathered spiritual energy kept scraping against the shield provided by the sun relic on the outside of the giant, and each time it scraped against the shield, there was a "crunching" sound of broken glass.

The natural powers of "Ice String" are "seal, space, and shatter", and "Motiheim's Lament" is an eight-string ice string magic.

The damage he causes covers both the material and soul levels: on the material level, he directly tears apart the "space" where the target is located, and on the soul level, he directly "shatters" the target's spirit.

Only special spiritual characteristics can protect living beings from passing through this blizzard, which is why the "Puppeteer" spent so much time laying out in Winter County.

And now, everything is coming to an end.

"Roar--"

A distant howling sound came from above the clouds. On the mountain ridge, the believers raised their heads and looked at the sky divided by thousands of snowflakes.

Within the outline of the dividing line, a huge shadow appeared, and its flapping wings tore through the snowflakes.

"His followers are coming," the puppeteer murmured, "to drown him in the will of the Lord!"

The Nightmare Cultists raised their wands and shot crimson beams into the sky. The next second, the crimson was instantly drowned by the icy flames that rushed towards them.

"boom------"

The ice-blue dragon flame absorbed all the spiritual energy in the space and then washed over the mountain ridge like rain and mist. The three-eyed giant Aztica raised his arms, and a shield made of purple gravity condensed on his blue-gray arms to block the ice flame.

But the believers at his feet were not so lucky. The ice-blue flames instantly engulfed them, and their bodies were shattered like glass, accompanied by bursts of screams.

"call--"

The moment the ice flames spread, the three-eyed giant Aztica raised his head and immediately caught up with the oncoming giant shadow.

"boom--"

The dragon landed in front of him, and its powerful front claws broke through the air and attacked. The giant stretched out his arms to meet it, wrestling with it in the blizzard.

The muscles in his arms suddenly exploded, and black blood mixed with fat flowed out and dripped onto the white snow.

In the blizzard, ice-blue flames flickered in the dragon's vertical pupils, reflecting the blue-gray face of Aztica and the "Puppeteer" sitting quietly on its back.

A deadly battle has begun in the Karadorans Mountains!

......

5) Winter's Legacy (Part 5) -4k- (2-in-1)

"It looks so intense..."