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

......

"Sizzle!"

The rift opened up, and Xingmo and Aurora jumped out together, landing in a bedroom on the second floor of the mansion.

As soon as she landed, Aurora staggered and fell to the side of the bed, looking limp.

"Aurora!"

Xingmo threw the "Divine Remains" aside and immediately knelt beside the bed, helping Aurora up.

"Little Ancestor, are you okay?"

"No...it's okay," Aurora raised her head and smiled softly, "It's just...I just used up a bit too much spiritual energy."

Her face was full of fatigue, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she looked like she would fall asleep at any moment.

Xingmo picked up Aurora without saying a word, placed her carefully on the bed, and then took out a small bottle from her waist.

The bottle contained a golden potion - the "language of flowers" that she always carried with her.

Xingmo lifted Aurora up and fed her the Language of Flowers. At the same time, she closed her eyes and released the spiritual power in her body.

All of that spiritual energy was absorbed into Aurora's body, and her body began to tremble slightly.

"Don't give me spiritual power, you don't have much left yourself..." Aurora muttered softly.

"At least it can make you feel better." Xingmo said.

It's really weird... The entrance to the "Temple of Saint Nero" actually leads directly to the kingdom of God where the "Winter Messenger" has fallen, and his bones are hanging in the center of the kingdom of God.

That kingdom of God was once very grand, but now it is just a black broken space.

And the "Winter Messenger" who was killed in the Kingdom of God is naturally impossible to be resurrected.

But when Xing Mo dedicated herself to the Kingdom of God... a force discovered her existence... and mobilized the remaining forces in the Kingdom of God to attack her...

If Aurora hadn't desperately blocked that force...

Xingmo rubbed Aurora's head with concern and whispered:

"thank you."

"Hmph~ You still have to take care of me~" Aurora raised her chin weakly, looking very proud, "Praise~"

"I'll make stew for you in the evening." Xingmo smiled.

"This is more effective than praise~" Aurora smiled happily.

Then, a look of worry appeared on her face again:

"When you took the rib of the Winterbringer... your soul was taken away..."

"Take it away?" Xing Mo was shocked.

When her hands broke off the three ribs filled with spirituality, she indeed entered another dimension.

But I didn’t expect... that the soul was taken away?

"An Angel-level being captured your soul..." Aurora whispered, "We tried our best to finally get you back..."

"It's Cain..." Xingmo murmured.

Then, she told Aurora what she had said when she met the girl named "Cain".

As she listened, Aurora pursed her lips slightly.

"I don't know why you saw those, nor do I know what they mean... Damn..."

She was like a lost kitten, worried at one moment and upset at the next because of her own ignorance.

Seeing this, Xingmo reached out and rubbed Aurora's little head:

"Then take a good rest first, don't think about these things, and we'll discuss it together after you recover."

Then, Xingmo did something that he rarely did on his own initiative.

She leaned over and kissed Aurora on the forehead.

"Eh...?" Aurora covered her forehead with her hands, her eyes suddenly widening.

"Good boy, you've already given too much today," Xingmo smiled, "Well... go to sleep, okay?"

Hearing this, Aurora's cheeks flushed slightly and her lips pursed slightly.

"it is good..."

She hesitated for a moment, then raised her head and said:

"Then...sleep together?"

"I still have energy, I need to make sure it's safe first." Xing Mo said.

"Then let's come back and sleep together after you've confirmed it?" Aurora continued.

"Why do we want to sleep together?"

"I want to suck..."

"No."

Xingmo quickly refused, then picked up the ribs and left the room quickly.

This little guy... really shines brightly when he sees the sunshine... She sighed.

It’s not that she didn’t want to have a good rest, but at the end of this divine corpse theft, many things became illogical.

Cain is the leader of the "Garden of Redemption", and the "Ancient Dragon Hunter" also belongs to that secret organization. In that illusion, Cain seemed to have been waiting for Xingmo.

In other words, she had known Xingmo was coming.

How could the Ancient Dragon Hunter not know?

"..."

Xing Mo put the god's ribs into a bag and prepared to go to the workshop to seal it temporarily to prevent anyone from tracing it back here using mystical means.

As she walked through the hall, she suddenly felt a powerful surge of spiritual energy coming from the northwest. Turning around, she saw a brief flash of blue light across the sky of Winter County.

what happens?

......

"Headmaster, we repelled the Nightmare Cultists at the edge of the Black Forest."

"very good."

Behind the desk, County Chief Jamila let out a breath, and the stiff expression on his face relaxed.

"Since we've shown our sincerity, we should be able to buy some time..."

As expected, even though the "Puppeteer" possessed strange powers, he was completely powerless in front of the dragon.

Since he is already dead, the dragon cannot blame us.

"Prepare to write a letter to New Garo," Jamila commanded, "Tell them that we, in cooperation with the Ancient Dragon Hunters, have completed the purge of the Red Moon Cult and resolved the crisis in Winter County."

Yes, this way, we can delay the control of Winter County a little longer...

So...

Before Jamila could continue to think about her beautiful plan, the assistant in front of her said tremblingly:

"But...we, the Immortals, haven't returned either."

"...?"

Jamila raised her head, as if realizing something, and became nervous:

"What do you mean?"

"They were all... killed..." The assistant's body trembled.

"Killed...?"

Jamila stood up immediately, her mind seemed to explode, with countless thoughts flying around in her mind.

She quickly grasped the most important one - staying alive.

"Prepare the carriage, we're leaving now! We'll figure out the rest later!"

"..."

The carriage sped through the streets and soon arrived at the edge of Winter County.

As the traces of the city gradually disappeared on the snowy plains, Jamila finally felt relieved.

She looked at the white road ahead, a hint of loneliness flashing across her eyes imperceptibly.

When she lost the favor of the Golden King and was forced to leave New Galo, she felt unwilling.

She used to be like the most beautiful flower in the Hanging Gardens, blooming before the golden throne, guarding the king's throne day and night.

But flowers will wither. As time goes by, their charm gradually fades, and the delicate dew drips from the withered petals, becoming poison when it falls to the ground.

The Golden King did not treat her unfairly, but gave her the position of Governor of Winter County, and to some extent, he even regarded her as his confidant.

But she felt unwilling to give up. She had once dreamed of becoming the queen of Xinjialuo, a person second only to the emperor and above everyone else.

The fantasy dream had long since vanished with the wind and sand. Frustrated, she came to the edge of the world alone, and once again planned her grand ambitions in the wind and snow.

Just a little bit... It was just a little bit...

I'm just a little bit away from leaving Winter County... maybe I can own my own territory in Yanxia...

Jamila clenched her fists tightly. After her glamorous appearance faded, her once beautiful face was now covered with scars of time.

It's all because of that bitch called Jie Daiti...

I hope she has died at the hands of the dragon, just like the Puppet Master.

"..."

Jamila closed her eyes and thought about what to do next.

At this moment, the driver screamed:

"In front! That's in front!"

Jamila suddenly opened her eyes, stuck her head out of the window and looked forward.

In the midst of the wind and snow, a human figure wearing black armor stood there.

He was holding a long spear, standing in the middle of the road, with ice-blue flames burning between the gaps in his armor.

Jamila knew that was her end.

At this moment, she let out a breath, and the shackles fell off.

"call..."

......

5) Winter's Legacy (Part 8) -4k- (2-in-1)

"Sha——"

Deep in the black forest, a human figure in a red robe sat up, clutching his chest in pain.

The excruciating pain of having his head crushed still lingered on his senses, making his eyes bloodshot and almost bulging out.

After a long time, he gradually came to his senses and looked around.

A deserted black cave, with numerous murals and small statues, and a mess on the ground.

"The Red Moon did not respond to my call..."

The Puppeteer murmured softly, a tone of loss in his voice.

But soon, he raised his head and smiled again:

"Then let's do it again."

He had long ago left his own means of resurrection - a living puppet - in a cave deep in the Black Forest.

At the moment when the Ancient Dragon Hunter killed him, he extracted his soul through the dark string and immediately injected it into this body.