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

Whispers came from the distant space. In a realm that was infinitely close to reality, yet higher than reality, a huge flow of spiritual power was passing through.

Sensing this power, the corners of the puppeteer's mouth curled up again:

"You came..."

"...Descendants of the Dragon..."

Accompanied by the thunderous sound of shattering glass, the spear blade burning with ice flames shot out from bottom to top, tearing a crack in space.

A figure clad in black armor stepped out of the rift, his dragon-scale boots stepping on the ridge as he stood before the ice dragon.

The moment he landed, the blizzard surrounding the Karadorans Mountains seemed to stop for a moment, and then became even more violent the next moment.

"call--"

The Cyclops Aztica was forced to retreat again and again by the sudden intensification of the blizzard. Under such pressure, even the protection provided by the sun relic began to fail.

On the giant's back, the "Puppet Master" gazed indifferently at the figure behind the curtain of wind and snow:

Ice-blue flames burst out from between the scaly black armor. He carried the giant spear, which was about five meters long, on his shoulder, and a pair of ferocious ice-blue vertical pupils appeared from the gap in the helmet.

"'Ancient Dragon Hunter'..." muttered the 'Puppeteer'.

"You have paid your respects, mortal," the voice of the humanoid ancient dragon pierced through the snow, "and I will use your flesh and blood to offer sacrifice to the elegy."

His eyes moved, and the power of "Motiheim's Lament" instantly increased again. Furious snowflakes swirled around him, forming a position that no one could approach.

His every movement was very small, like a stiff statue, but it seemed as if the whole world was revolving around him.

This is the power of the ancient dragon - the power that transcends the laws of nature and is infinitely close to "authority"!

And now, this power will judge all mortals on the ridge!

......

5) Winter's Legacy (Part 6) -4k- (2-in-1)

"Such a powerful spiritual power... He is indeed a demigod-level existence..."

On top of the snowy mountain, Aurora looked back at the ridge below.

"Is the dragon starting to show its power?" Xing Mo turned their heads together.

"Yes, I sensed a very ancient aura from him..."

Aurora murmured, lowering her head in thought.

"That feeling... is the same as the wind in Mortiheim..."

The wind of 'Motiheim'? Upon hearing this, Xingmo's mind was filled with thoughts.

According to traditional historical common sense, the reason why the extremely cold dead zone of "Motiheim" appeared was because the "Star Sea Goddess" placed the head of the "Dark Moon Dragon" at the northernmost tip of the continent after killing him.

After death, the dragon's bones cursed the world, creating an everlasting cold wave and a vast frozen land.

"You mean... he has the aura of the Dark Moon Dragon?"

Xingmo looked at Aurora, frowning slightly.

"You're quite creative," Aurora nodded slightly. "We don't know exactly what kind of aura the Dark Moon Dragon possesses, but no matter what... it's a very ancient power..."

As expected, diverting the trouble away and not fighting the Ancient Dragon Hunter directly was the right choice.

The ice dragon clearly possessed power far beyond that of ordinary creatures. Fighting him within the boundaries of Mortiheim would be a matter of uncertainty even for Aurora.

"It's okay, our plan was very successful."

Xingmo turned around and looked at the ridge not far away.

Behind the curtain of blizzard, a small hole was faintly flickering with light.

Behind the never-ending blizzard, on the mountain ridge, lies a small cave.

"If it weren't for Mr. Gilo's map, it wouldn't have been so easy for us to find this place."

The two looked at each other, nodded, and walked towards the cave together.

The entrance to the cave is very small, even Xingmo needs to bend down slightly to enter, but after passing through the narrow entrance, there is a stone corridor about three meters wide behind it.

Xing Mo raised the Divine Bone Sword, and the faint light illuminated the ceiling of the corridor.

It was a ceiling with obvious traces of artificial carvings, with simple yet religious symbols and inscriptions forming strange patterns that extended all the way into the depths of the corridor.

This means you didn’t go wrong.

There are actually ascetics who built a temple on such a ridge...

Just by feeling the eternal cold wind blowing in her face, Xing Mo's mind began to emerge with narratives like ancient oil paintings.

She imagined the thinly dressed procession of ascetics, leaning on canes and moving forward on the mountain ridge, imagined them coming to the area of ​​the Caradorans Ridge, far away from civilization, imagined them carving and building in the caves day and night.

This is a relic built long before the steam revolution. What kind of belief allowed them to build a temple for the gods in this land of eternal winter?

Is it because of the fear of the evil in the north, or the reverence for the immortal gods?

Looking at the desolate corridor in front of him, Xing Mo knew that everything had long been buried in the long river of history.

The god is dead, and deep in the cave lies only his remains.

“…”

As we went deeper into the corridor, gaps gradually appeared between the surrounding cave walls and the road below, eventually expanding into a huge space.

Breathing, the air was cold and dry, as if the frozen gas was madly taking away the temperature from the body, causing Xingmo to immediately lower his breathing frequency.

Even though the divine bone sword in her hand was flashing with golden heat, the coldness still seeped in.

"It's right up ahead," Aurora suddenly said, "We can sense... the divine remains..."

Xingmo nodded, snapped his fingers, and rubbed out sparks that flew into the darkness.

The glimmer of sparks suddenly outlined a temple at the end of the darkness - blue-gray stone slabs and an ancient structure, with icicles hanging upside down between the eaves, like the fangs of a giant beast.

The temple stood alone on an isolated island in the center of the cave, with a pitch-black abyss below and a black cave ceiling covered with frozen stalactites above.

Compared to the Cathedral of St. Auros, this temple belonging to the Winter Messenger St. Nero is so simple. If it were not for the powerful spiritual field that is different from ordinary objects surrounding it, the building itself would not be very outstanding.

"We have to speed up before the dragon comes back."

Xingmo said this, and then took Aurora's hand, and the two of them walked towards the temple together.

In front of the temple is a broken bridge, which obviously has not been repaired for a long time. I don’t know when those ascetic monks stopped maintaining the temple, and I don’t know the reason.

Relying on the wind string magic, Xingmo and Aurora easily came to the other side of the cliff and walked into the temple together.

Entering the ancient gate, one was greeted by endless darkness. The darkness even swallowed up the light from the Divine Bone Sword, turning everything around into black.

Xingmo subconsciously wanted to do something, but felt the hand holding her gently squeezed:

"Don't be afraid," Aurora whispered, "This is indeed the entrance."

"Where does the entrance lead to?" Xingmo noticed something hidden in Aurora's words.

"The path to the Kingdom of God." Aurora answered simply and crisply.

As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness dissipated and a narrow space appeared in front of Xingmo.

The moment Xing Mo breathed in the air, a concept called "ruin" arose in his mind - the air here obviously had not experienced any exchange with the outside world, and a subtle scent was brewing in it.

In the center of the black space, a strangely shaped object was covered by a golden curtain. Through its outline, one could barely make out several pairs of chaotically distributed wings.

"This place used to be very grand," Aurora lowered her voice, "but that was when He was still alive."

“He…?”

Xing Mo seemed to realize something and turned his head suddenly to look at the skeleton under the golden curtain.

"That's... the 'Divine Remains' of 'Saint Nero the Winter Envoy'?"

"That's right... That golden curtain is the seal placed upon Him by the Empire's 'Supreme Praiser,'" Aurora said. "When I descended upon your world with the power of the divine remains, it was with this as a starting point."

"The power within... perhaps a large portion has been stolen by the Imperials... but even the small remnant is truly extraordinary..."

Aurora raised her head and looked at Xingmo beside her with a calm expression:

"Go, little saint, it's your turn to solve the problem... little saint?"

She found that Xingmo's expression was not right, and when she saw the skeleton, her body was trembling slightly.

"what happened to you?"

Xingmo seemed unable to hear Aurora's answer. When the shape of the divine skeleton appeared on her retina, countless golden symbols appeared before her eyes again.

Angel.

The angel and the dragon stood together at the highest point of the world, overlooking the earth under the scorching sun.

The next second, the dragon disappeared and the scorching sun went out.

Only the angel still stood on the lonely peak, with an indifferent expression.

The golden pupils flickered, and the corners of his mouth...

...with blood still remaining.

"...!"

Xing Mo suddenly came back to his senses and took a deep breath:

"I saw...what?"

At this moment, the entire space began to tremble slightly, as if some power hidden deep in the space was gradually reviving.

"There's no time, go!"

Aurora raised her hand, and green light bloomed from her body, instantly filling the entire space.

"The remaining forces within the Kingdom of God have noticed you! There's no time!"

Xing Mo immediately came to his senses, walked forward, and reached out to lift the golden curtain.

She didn't even dare to examine the skeleton carefully anymore. She just opened her tree vision and grabbed the part that still had a strong spiritual power left.

——Three ribs.

"Kacha!"

The ribs broke, and a stream of black spiritual power burst out, instantly swallowing Xingmo.

Chaotic lights and shadows flashed before her eyes. Those lights and shadows were broken and incomplete, but they formed a picture.

"...We carry the truth..."

"...We pray for salvation..."

"...the oldest angel extinguished the sun, slew the dragon, embraced the red moon..."

"...the truly young angel embraced us and led us to see through the false starry sky..."

Along with the whisper, Xingmo saw a figure hanging upside down in the darkness.

Her black hair looked like ink, or like some kind of tentacle, swaying in the dark space.

The girl's face was as delicate as a doll's. She was wearing a black dress with intricate lace, the hem of which was not bound by gravity.

The clothes she wore did not belong to any era, revealing the beauty of black, delicate and pitiful.

Behind her, six pairs of giant wings like those of an eagle were folded, and each feather seemed to have the power to absorb light.

After Xingmo saw the girl's figure, suddenly, a strong spiritual pressure came over him:

"You came."

The girl opened her eyes, and her pure golden pupils looked directly at Xingmo.

At this moment, Xing Mo felt herself being shattered—a force far beyond her status mercilessly tore her into countless pieces, which flew all over the black space.

But the next second, everything seemed to have never happened, and she was still floating there, intact.

"The golden full moon tries to transcend fate...stubborn and...pathetic..."

A ripple of smile appeared on the face of the upside-down black-haired girl:

"Since you seek the truth, I will give it to you."

"Who are you?" Xing Mo resisted the spiritual pressure and spoke.