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

"'The Lightless One,' 'The Young Angel,' 'The Parricide,' 'The Mad God,'" the girl's voice was calm. "Throughout history, they have bestowed upon me many names. But before you knew those names, you had already learned my name from the phantoms of the past."

"'Cain'..." Xing Mo finally recognized her...or was it Him?

"I am the truth you desire," Cain smiled. "I am the source of all recorded sins, and I am also the source of all destinies tainted by desire."

Cain... Xingmo recalled the memory of his mentor Lucius. He had seen this existence in the golden temple, the true ruler of the "Garden of Redemption".

That she was called "the Most High" by Prince Austin was unquestionable.

She is also the mastermind behind all of this... From the tragedies in the Academy to the October rain, everything is controlled by her.

Anger surged in Xingmo's heart, but she quickly restrained it and suppressed it.

Because she knew that it was impossible for her to compete with this six-winged being now.

The most sensible option is to get information from her, the more the better.

"Why?" Xing Mo asked the simplest three words.

"Because history is inevitably cyclical, the end of one war always becomes the beginning of another, and peace is only an illusion in the cracks."

Cain's voice was calm:

"After the Age of Gods, all the extraordinary things hid in the corners of the world, but that was only the beginning of another revival."

"What the Court of Redemption has to do is simply to speed up this process."

"I don't understand what you're saying," Xingmo said coldly, "Your plan killed so many people and nearly destroyed the academy."

Cain laughed:

"Does it matter? The Citadel of Academi is merely the name of a city-state. Over the course of countless ages, countless nations and city-states have fallen in the long river of history, most without even making a splash."

"This is not a reason for you to kill people." Xing Mo said coldly.

"Saying such things means you're still dominated by human nature," Cain said, not caring at all about the offense in Xingmo's words. "Until then, you won't be able to find the true path."

"What is my path?" Xingmo asked.

"Let all the strings in the world play a symphony." Cain smiled faintly.

As Cain spoke, a broken picture flashed before Xingmo's eyes again.

It is also the highest solitary peak in the world, but this time, the person standing on the top is Xingmo.

"You are the stars, the moon, and the sun."

Standing on the solitary peak, Xingmo overlooked the sea of ​​fire below, enjoying the melody woven by the wailing sounds.

There was no trace of pity in her eyes, only glittering golden symbols flashing deep in her pupils.

"You are the inevitable fate, the bones of all living things build a path under your feet."

A streak of crimson emerged from the horizon, quickly covering the entire horizon, and then surged towards the dark sky like a tide.

The red moon rose, but this time, Xingmo did not hide...

...but opened his arms.

"No...!"

Xingmo suddenly opened her eyes, and at this moment, she saw Cain's hand stretched out in front of her.

"Embrace redemption," Cain murmured, "I will place you in your rightful place in the machine of fate, and..."

The next second, green light exploded, and a six-winged figure emerged, instantly blocking Cain and Xingmo.

Before Xingmo could come to her senses, the darkness before her eyes shattered and a hand grabbed her:

"Little Saint! Run!"

It was Aurora. She pulled Xingmo out of the temple, and the stars in her eyes flickered unsteadily.

"Ao...Aurora?" Xingmo looked dazed.

"We'll talk about this later! We have to go!" Aurora yelled, "Don't even think about staying here alone! We won't allow..."

At this moment, Xingmo saw Aurora's crystal clear eyes, and even saw a few tears in the corners of her eyes.

She nodded without hesitation, then drew out the Divine Bone Sword and thrust it into space—

"Shhh-"

The high temperature melted the spatial structure, and Xingmo and Aurora drilled into the crack together and came to the opposite side of the broken bridge in front of the temple.

Behind them, the Temple of St. Nero collapsed in the gushing shadow, and stalactites on the top of the cave kept falling like a broken rain.

The two held hands and rushed towards the cave without hesitation, with explosions coming one after another behind them.

......

5) Winter's Legacy (Part 7) -4k- (2-in-1)

"boom!"

The Cyclops once again spewed out dragon fire, but it still could not penetrate the spiritual blizzard.

The snowflakes formed a barrier filled with spiritual energy, causing the dragon flames that came into contact with it to instantly disappear and turn into nothingness.

'Ancient Dragon Hunter' still stood there, like an undeniable statue, his ice-blue vertical pupils silently watching everything in front of him.

The "Puppeteer" on the giant's back watched all this with a ferocious face. He had sacrificed so many souls in Winter County and even brought a Fire Dragon Eye from the mountains of Falu, just to create this puppet with great power.

But now, the Cyclops Aztica couldn't even penetrate the storm formation surrounding the Ancient Dragon Hunter.

"That's impossible..." the Puppeteer muttered, "It can break a fire dragon's spine!"

"Never compare the inferior Flame Race with our race," the deep voice of the Ancient Dragon Hunter pierced through the snow and wind. "The azure blue of the Dark Moon has always been a symbol of supremacy."

"But your gods are dead!" laughed the Puppet Master. "All your gods are dead!"

"And your god has never lived," the Ancient Dragon Hunter's voice was calm. "Now, I will ask a question."

As the dragon spoke, the wind and snow in the Caradorans Mountains stopped instantly, and snowflakes floated in the air, as exquisite as velvet feathers displayed behind a window.

The Ancient Dragon Hunter stood in the wind and snow, as if reviewing the king of his own country, his ice-blue pupils staring at the red-robed wizard on the giant's back.

Seeing the snowflakes stop, the "Puppeteer" prepared to strike back, but when he tried to play the dark string, he found that there was no dark effect on his spiritual power.

After a careful sense, he discovered that all the strings were frozen!

"Ancient Dragon Hunt" froze the strings within the domain! Once again!

"Has 'Red Moon' responded to you?" asked 'Ancient Dragon Hunter' calmly.

"The Lord's will has never been you..." The 'Puppeteer' spoke viciously.

""obey"."

The mantra exploded, shaking the stagnant snowflakes apart, and spiritual pressure once again filled the mountains.

The puppeteer's eyes trembled slightly, and he murmured in a trembling voice:

"The Lord... The Lord did not... did not respond... but through His servants..."

"Who are his servants?" Ancient Dragon Hunter continued to ask.

"The Mist of Chaos... the Land of the Disordered..." the 'Puppeteer' trembled as he spoke. "He is... the 'Formless Mist'..."

Hearing the familiar name, Ancient Dragon Hunter raised his head slightly and looked towards the sky covered with dark clouds.

"Even gods seek out multiple agents." He smiled sarcastically.

"The moon will eventually answer our prayers..." said the Puppet Master viciously.

"He won't respond," Ancient Dragon Hunter said flatly, "If he did, it wouldn't be Him."

Then, without further questioning, "Ancient Dragon Hunter" waved his hand and released the string from its frozen state.

The blizzard started again, but this time it was less severe—the realm of "Mortiheim's Lament" had vanished.

"I grant you the right to resist," the Ancient Dragon Hunter's voice was calm and majestic. "Die in the hunt, mortal."

The pressure from those vertical pupils surged out like rolling thunder, making the "Puppeteer" unable to look directly at it for a moment.

A rage ensued, and a fiery black-red flame erupted from behind the Puppet Master. His flesh and blood swelled, and parasitic tentacles emerged, dancing in the air.

"The red moon will hang forever!" roared the Puppet Master.

His flesh and blood began to merge with the Cyclops', nerve currents converged, and horrible tumors suddenly spread all over his body.

The next second, the Cyclops' body broke through the wind and snow, and the bone blade slashed towards the "Ancient Dragon Hunter" like a huge wave splitting the sky.

The Ancient Dragon Hunter simply waved the spear in his hand casually, and an ice-blue light bloomed.

"boom--"

The bone blade exploded and splattered, and half of the giant's arm exploded with it.

A trace of ferocity flashed in the puppeteer's eyes, and the red light of nightmare flashed, and the tumor once again took the shape of an arm at the giant's broken arm.

But before the arm could take shape, Ancient Dragon Hunter casually swung it twice again—

“Swish, swish—”

This time, both of the giant's arms exploded, and black blood splattered like ink on white paper in the blizzard.

The Puppeteer wanted to fight back, but the Ancient Dragon Hunter seemed to be tired of the battle, and his dancing spear tore through the wind and snow.

"Swish--" The giant's legs broke and he fell to the ground.

"Swish--" The giant's waist was torn and black blood splattered.

"Shhh-"

The spear pierced through the giant's chest, and ice-blue cracks spread from the pierced hole, extending all the way to the shoulder, head, and finally climbing up the torso of the "Puppeteer".

"'Break'." The 'Ancient Dragon Hunter' ordered.

The next second, the entire body of the giant exploded and disappeared into nothingness in the ice-blue flames.

An ugly giant head fell to the snow along with its neck, and the upper body of the "puppet master" was exposed, swaying in the wind and snow.

The Ancient Dragon Hunter slowly walked to the front of the broken body and looked at the Puppeteer closely.

"..."

Feeling the gaze, the "Puppeteer" raised his head, a sinister grin forming on his bloodied face.

"Red Moon...Red Moon Society..."

Before he could finish, the Ancient Dragon Hunter suddenly stretched out its iron claws, grabbed his head, and squeezed it hard.

"Pfft!"

The puppeteer's head exploded, silencing all the unspoken words.

At the same time, the nightmare power mixed with black and scarlet surged out of his body and rushed towards the sky.

Those were the souls harvested in Winter County. The light transformed into twisted and painful faces in the wind and snow, and was soon swallowed by the wind and snow, and then dissipated in the sky.

"..."

"Ancient Dragon Hunter" looked at the sky, stretched out his hand to grab a wisp of black and red soul, and a hint of pity appeared in his ice-blue vertical pupils.

The emotion quickly dissipated along with the victim's soul, and the dragon leaned down and picked up the still-glittering object from the giant's wreckage.

It was a golden vertical pupil that once belonged to a fire dragon.

He turned around and threw the dragon pupil to the follower lying in the wind and snow. The scars on the ice dragon's body were still gradually recovering. In the spiritual energy-rich environment of "Motiheim", the self-repair speed of dragons reached an outrageous level.

"Devour your prey, and it will repair your wings."

The ice dragon bit off the dragon's pupil that was shining with golden light. In an instant, light rippled across its body, and the wound began to heal visibly.

The Ancient Dragon Hunter turned around and looked towards the distant mountain ridge, his ice-blue eyes flickering in the blizzard.

"Lord, is it over?"

As he spoke, the snow and wind before him were torn apart - a hand stretched out from the crack, slender and white.

"I've seen her."

"Then my mission is over," Ancient Dragon Hunter bowed his head slightly, "Next, it's hunting."

"Go, descendant of the dragon." Cain's voice was faint.