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

Hearing the door being pushed open, he slowly turned around and grinned at Xingmo:

"City dwellers...are you here to beg me to show you a miracle?"

Xingmo didn't waste any words. She directly pulled out her wand and shot sparks at Delem.

"Boom boom boom——"

The sparks collided with a wall of wind that appeared out of nowhere—Dreim had already put the flute to his lips and began to play.

Musical notes appeared out of thin air, and at the same time, Xingmo felt the storm barrier above the sea making an increasingly roaring sound——

——The eye of the storm began to shrink!

Xing Mo played the strings without hesitation, drawing a sun in front of her. Brilliant golden light burst out from her eyes:

"'Flame Spirit Authority'."

"boom--"

The sun threw out countless prominence-like substances, which rushed towards Draim like tentacles, tearing through the wind wall. The extreme high temperature was about to swallow up the pirate king.

And Delem immediately put down the flute he was playing, drew a scimitar from his waist, and started slashing—

“Swish——” “Swish——” “Swish——”

Each of his chops was accompanied by a splash of water gushing out from the blade, and when it collided with the solar prominence, bursts of white mist burst out.

But he was ultimately no match for the power of the sun. As the prominence continued to erode, Draim was forced back repeatedly, and soon he was only one step away from the abyss of the castle's edge railings.

Xingmo turned the wand again, and with a flash of light, the short wand became longer.

She drew the divine bone sword from her staff and stabbed it fiercely at Delemu—

"clang--"

There was a brief stalemate between Delem's scimitar and the divine bone sword, and then it was cut off without any suspense.

The next second, the metal that felt like it was burning like the sun was across Draim's neck.

"Give me the flute," Xingmo said calmly, "you might be able to leave here alive."

Looking closely at Xingmo's indifferent, beautiful face, Delem was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth curved into an arc:

"Oh... hehe... then... I'll give it to you..."

He let go of the broken hilt, and with a clang, he gave up.

Then, the pirate king slowly stretched out his hand and handed the bone flute to Xingmo.

Xing Mo hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the bone flute.

Then, the moment she held the bone flute in her hand, a thunderclap exploded deep in her mind.

Fall.

She saw a being with giant wings on its back slowly descending from the sky. In the night sky above that body, a sky full of twinkling stars turned into golden streaks of light.

The body was pierced and fell into the sea, into the cradle of the storm, while still gasping for breath.

"...He fell...fell in loyalty...fell in betrayal..."

"...He promised the kingdom of His body, carried out the Lord's Creed from beginning to end, and sealed the seed forever under the abyss..."

"...But a sinking city is destined to sink, and a rising crescent moon is destined to rise..."

“…Buzz buzz buzz…”

Xing Mo suddenly opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the ground, still holding the bone flute tightly in his hand.

"Crash-"

The sun was covered by dark clouds at some point, and a rainstorm fell from the sky, soaking Xingmo all over.

She felt a chill on her hand and turned around to see that ice water was gushing out of the surface of the bone flute.

The water completely washed away the dirt on its surface, gradually peeling off the bone layer, revealing the light blue lines underneath.

The outer shell of the bone flute is being stripped away, and its essence is being revealed and taking shape.

"You...you can't run away...haha!"

Delem staggered to his feet, caught the raindrops falling from the sky, and with a casual stroke of his hand, a brand new scimitar was in his hand again.

"You're a survivor of that shipwreck, aren't you?" Draim laughed. "But do you know...that you were the one who caused it?"

"you..."

Xing Mo stood up, his eyes slightly dilated for a moment:

"Did you know...?"

"The angel gave me vision," Deleme shouted in the rain. "I saw the ship cut in half by the storm, and you... were the only survivor..."

"Boom!"

Thunder flashed in the sky, illuminating the earth in a pale white and making the shadows between the layers of waves even deeper.

Amidst the heavy rain, the Pirate King's pupils flickered, and the light of the storm surged in them.

"And now that you have returned," whispered Draim, "I have fulfilled my mission."

"Your mission?"

"The beginning of a rebellion between the earth and the sky!" Draim laughed, "And you are the beginning!"

At this moment, a violent roar came from the abyss, and the sea gradually turned black, as if ink was gushing out from the depths of the ocean...

No! It wasn't that the sea had turned black! It was that a huge shadow was approaching from beneath the sea!

The moment Xing Mo realized this, the huge waves were split apart, and a huge black shadow rushed into the sky, accompanied by the sound of lightning.

It was a gigantic tentacle! Covered in a chaotic mass of suckers and scales, each sucker was almost the size of a three-masted sailing ship, its inner sides entwined with chaotically distributed teeth.

The moment he saw the tentacles, Xing Mo felt as if his spirit had been severely impacted, and he was unable to move for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Delem grinned, rushed forward and chopped at the man's head with a knife.

Xing Mo delayed for half a second before swinging her sword to block. The Divine Bone Sword was knocked off course, and the sharp splashes of water tore her sleeve, splashing a little blood.

At the same time, the bone flute fell to the ground, rolled twice, and was then caught by Delem with one hand.

"Goodbye, 'Seed,'" Draim waved to Xingmo. "Return to the Sunken City... Return to the depths of the abyss where you belong."

After saying this, the Pirate King jumped down from the edge of the highest point of the castle and disappeared in the rain.

At the same time, the tentacle that stood tall and straight fell down fiercely, hitting the island's body accurately.

"boom--"

As the giant tentacles hit the island, the entire island tilted slightly, and the sea water surged over the horizon, submerging the offshore embankment.

Xingmo staggered and held onto the railing at the edge of the castle, looking at the ominous huge tentacle, his pupils shrank slightly.

The island is tilted... Could it be that this island is not part of the continental shelf... but an isolated island floating in the sea?

Her eyes swept across the shrinking storm around her, and she seemed to suddenly understand why a compass was needed to find the location of the "Treasure Exchange".

Storms carry the island on ocean currents, so it has no fixed location at any time.

This is how Delem Kans hides...

What's that tentacle? It's dragging the island into the abyss... It seems the reason is that I touched that bone flute...

Was it the 'Pale Angel'? After recognizing me... that angel wanted to bury me?

Just like the Winter Messenger's Relic in the Temple of Saint Nero... When it recognized me, the power of that kingdom of God seemed to come alive... and attacked me...

An unknown fear grew in Xingmo's heart. There was no doubt that, for some reason, she seemed to be hated by all the angels who still had some strength left...

Is it because of the golden full moon in my body?

"Boom!"

The island continued to tilt and sink, and as seawater poured into the island, the wreckage of the ship began to collide with the facilities on the island.

It won't be long before the eye of the storm shrinks and the island sinks, and everyone in the eye will die.

No... this must be stopped...

Xing Mo clenched his fists tightly, concentrating his own spirit and trying to keep his mind as stable as possible.

But it seemed difficult for her to do so. The huge mental burden brought by contact with the bone flute made it difficult for her to concentrate. Those broken images and thoughts kept lingering around her like the sound of mosquitoes at night, making it impossible for her to stop being distracted.

At this moment, Xing Mo felt a flash of red light behind her, and then someone hugged her waist:

"Look, do you need us to take good care of you again?"

Xing Mo was stunned and turned around, only to see Aurora standing behind her, looking at her with a smile.

The heavy rain fell on the girl's face, making her pure white bangs wet, making her look even a little disheveled, but it also made her face reveal a divinity that could not be washed away by the heavy rain.

"What happened at sea?" Xing Mo asked subconsciously.

"You're still caring about others? You can hardly even take care of yourself..." Aurora scolded, "Idiot, can you be a little more selfish..."

"I have to...stop the storm first..." Xingmo said, "Aurora, help me."

Hearing the latter part of the sentence, Aurora's eyes flashed with an invisible ray of joy, followed by a faint smile at the corner of her mouth:

"Need you to tell me? I'm definitely standing with you~"

After saying that, she hugged Xingmo from the back again. Green light and shadow emerged from the surroundings, stabilizing Xingmo's spirit.

Xingmo closed her eyes, feeling her soul gradually shrinking.

Then, she opened her eyes and activated the "Tree Vision".

She immediately saw a shadow outlined by green light in the rain curtain - it was a ship sailing in the rain, floating in the air.

That was undoubtedly Draim Kans's retreat route!

He used the power of the storm to hide the boat in the rain, thus achieving the effect of escape.

"caught you."

Xing Mo began to play the strings with one hand, while the other hand stretched forward, and her eyes were gradually filled with a dark light.

"'Midnight Theater,'" she murmured softly.

The next second, countless silk threads seemed to unfold from the Pirate King's flagship, and the pitch-black threads completely bound it in the air, binding everyone on it at the same time.

Xing Mo suddenly felt the emotions of surprise and fear spreading along the silk thread. She could feel the creatures captured by the "Dark String" and could feel their emotions.

Because they are becoming Xingmo's dark puppets.

"..."

In the rainstorm, the island collapsed and sank, the castle on the mountain trembled in the earth-shaking power, and the moss-covered rubble fell into the sea piece by piece.

And at the highest point of the castle, a girl with dark eyes stretched out her hand and wrestled with the ghost ship sailing in the storm.

......

Torrential rain fell from the sky, tentacles dragging the island down.

As the ground began to tilt, Ahmed began to tremble all over.

The huge tentacle was just about to hit him, and the suction cup at the end was gnawing at the rocks on the mountain where the castle was located, making a "crunching" sound like breaking bones.

"That's a being of extremely high status," Vivian murmured softly, "Is it... a god?"

She wasn't sure what it was, but the young dragon girl knew only one thing:

If there was something that even she could feel a huge spiritual pressure when she saw it, then that thing must be something indescribably extraordinary.

"thump.."

Not far away, Professor Ling knelt on the ground, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he looked like he had completely lost the strength to maintain his sanity.

She had used power beyond her ability too many times today, and her spirit had been on the verge of collapse. It seemed that she was completely trapped in the self-protection mechanism.

Vivian immediately stepped forward and held the petite Ling in her arms to prevent her from falling.

"Run away..." Ling whispered, "Don't worry about anything...Run away..."

"Wait until I catch the criminal."

Vivian raised her head, and her pupils burst out with pressure, shocking Ahmed who tried to take a step forward.