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

But the "Marine Archon" gave an ugly smile:

"It's... too late... Dragon Girl..."

At some point, he had slashed his wrist with a golden dagger, and the sticky blood flowed to the ground, creating a string of flames on the ground.

The raging fire rose into a door, instantly engulfing Ahmed's body, and then disappeared with a "pop".

"He actually sacrificed a third of his soul to escape..." Vivian said with a "tsk," "The souls of the Imperials are truly worthless."

She raised her head and looked at the gray sky in the rainstorm, with light flashing in her vertical pupils.

The next second, a pair of membranous wings tore through the sea of ​​clouds, and a giant dragon swooped down from the rainstorm and landed beside Vivian.

"Today's plans have been disrupted. You were supposed to have a good meal," Vivian reached out and touched Erlum's nose, "but you saw... that thing... we can't deal with it for the time being."

Erlum purred for a while, then rubbed Vivian's head and lowered his head.

Weiweian held Professor Ling in her arms and jumped onto the dragon's back, then drove the dragon into the sky:

"Let's go! Let's go find Xiaomo!"

......

6) Storm Musician (Part 18) -4k6- (Cute God, please vote~)

"Buzzing..."

Xing Mo could feel that the storm ship gradually stopped under her control, but a force continued to surge out of it, resisting her.

According to her original estimate, as long as she used the "Midnight Theater" to completely transform Delem Kans into a puppet, she could directly control the power of the storm and force the ship to stop.

Yet, as if something was stuck there, Delem Kans seemed to be mastering the method of fighting the Dark String.

After a brief thought, Xingmo realized that it should be the power of the bone flute.

If the bone flute is indeed a part of the body of the "Pale Angel", then it naturally possesses power beyond its status, and resisting the "Dark String" will definitely not be a problem.

"..."

Xing Mo tightly grasped the dark mass in the air, and sweat began to seep out of his forehead, which was wet by the heavy rain.

Beads of sweat mixed with the cold rain flowed down, streaking across his cheeks and dripping onto his clothes.

"It seems that this won't work..." Aurora muttered, "Let us help you."

After saying that, Aurora took two steps back and stretched out her hand in the air. Winding vines suddenly twisted and grew out, forming a tree-like spear in her hand.

"Boom!" A red lightning fell from the sky, dyeing the head of the tree spear red, and thunder was wrapped around it.

Aurora's body was lifted up by the red thunder and slowly floated up. She aimed at the warship sailing in the storm and threw it suddenly -

"boom!"

The red thunder roared towards the ghost ship, tearing a bright red light in the rainstorm, like a star falling from the sky.

However, just as the tree spear was about to hit the ghost ship, an invisible pressure suddenly came from the side.

Xing Mo turned her head and her pupils shrank slightly: she saw another tentacle rising from the sea, surging across the entire island.

The tree spear was blocked by the tentacle, and the thunder light burst out, tearing the scales on the tentacles, revealing the twisted flesh and black blood under the scales.

"Don't use your power!" Xing Mo shouted, "He...seems to be able to sense it!"

The Pale Angel seems to be covering the retreat of his messenger! He has obviously reached some terms with Delem Kans.

The price was the sinking of an island, taking the star foam with it!

Were you all calculated? Xing Mo closed his eyes, ignited his spirit body, and the powerful spiritual power flowed along

Dark strings were passed out, further restraining Delem Kans's flagship.

However, she was losing control - with the appearance of another tentacle of the "Pale Angel", the force of Delem Kans's retreat seemed to increase by an order of magnitude, making Xingmo somewhat unable to cope.

"Why don't we retreat first?" Aurora said calmly. "It might not be a good idea to fight an angel under the gaze of the goddess."

"Do not..."

Xing Mo grabbed the wrist that was controlling the dark string, frowning tightly.

"I've been kept in the dark for so many years..." she gritted her teeth, "I need... answers..."

The golden full moon, the blue stars, and those broken images that symbolize secrets.

Xing Mo has seen too much, but cannot interpret it, or even piece together the truth.

There were so many things she didn't know about the grand history and the world, and she didn't expect to know them.

But at least she wanted to know where she came from...

What was the truth behind the shipwreck? Why did Delem say she was the cause of it all?

"Just...tell me!"

Xing Mo suddenly opened her eyes, and in an instant, a little golden light seeped out from the depths of her pupils.

She didn't want her past to be shrouded in mystery forever. If a person had no past, how could she walk steadily towards her future?

For a moment, Xingmo longed to know her "destiny".

In her eyes, a faint golden light seemed to emerge from the dark strings that bound the ghost ship, as if each string led to a possible future.

Among them, Xingmo found his "destiny" of "knowing the truth".

She grasped the thread of fate and squeezed it—

"Buzzing—"

Aurora's pupils shrank suddenly, and she subconsciously covered her chest.

She looked at the light emanating from the depths of Xingmo's eyes in disbelief, and looked at that light...

...gradually formed a golden full moon.

"'Destiny'." Xing Mo murmured.

The next second, all the silk threads binding the ghost ship flashed with golden light and disappeared in a flash.

"..."

Standing on the bridge, Delem Kans stared blankly at the vision just now, the scene of the golden light still reflected in his mind.

He had almost exhausted all his strength to resist the invasion of the dark string, and only relied on the status of the bone flute "Storm Beacon" to barely avoid being turned into a puppet. It can be said that he was always at a critical point.

But now, all the pressure suddenly disappeared.

"The so-called seeds...their power also has its limits..." Drem grinned.

He cheered loudly, and then drove the Typhoon into the storm.

On the castle, the final tune he played using the Storm Beacon commanded the eye of the storm to shrink and destroy everything within it.

Whether it is the "Ocean Archon" Ahmed Tut and his "Voice of the Returning Soul", the troublemakers from the Academy, or the "Seed" that the Lord longs to hunt, they will all die under the most terrifying power of this ocean!

"The glory of the past calls to me!" cried Draim. "The typhoon will once again sweep across the sea!"

However, just as he opened his mouth to shout, a ball of hail fell into his mouth.

As we all know, hail can only occur when cumulonimbus clouds develop into a specific temperature range, and the water content of the clouds, the direction of airflow, and the vertical height must also be taken into consideration.

Generally speaking, it is unlikely that a hailstone will suddenly appear in this type of storm.

However, it seems that the situation today is different.

The hailstones appeared and fell into Delem Kans's open mouth.

The pirate captain fell backward suddenly, holding his neck and coughing wildly, because it was really uncomfortable when the hail entered his throat.

Coincidentally, his hands became slippery due to being soaked in too much rain, and his throat was choked, so the bone flute transformed from the tentacles of the fallen angel "slipped" out.

Based on the friction between the bone flute and the deck, plus the variable provided by rain, the bone flute should have rolled about five meters when it fell on the deck and eventually hit the side of the ship.

However, due to Delem Kans's fall, the dilapidated deck of the Typhoon seems to have been pried up - which makes sense, as the Pirate King has not had the funds to check the integrity of the hull for many years!

The lifted board banged the bone flute away, sending it flying off the edge of the Typhoon and into the air.

It was supposed to fall straight into the sea, but a group of uninvited guests suddenly appeared in the center of the eye of the storm.

——That’s a flock of migrating geese!

Who knows why the wild geese, which are supposed to fly to the center of the ocean on the eve of March every year, inexplicably fly to the center of the ocean in early January?

I don’t know. After all, the extraordinary world is so wonderful, and all variables may cause strange phenomena to occur.

Among these wild geese, there was a silly little fellow who had no time to dodge and was hit on the head by the bone flute.

"Ga!" It made a mysterious sound, and this sound just triggered a syllable in the bone flute music score.

The wind strings were played, and a strong wind blew around the bone flute, making it fly like an arrow!

The strong wind swept up the surrounding rain, creating a clear track in the heavy rain.

Then, this trajectory was discovered by the dragon knight flying upwards from below—

“Eh!? That’s… a flute flying!?”

Vivian's vertical pupils instantly locked onto the flying bone flute. As soon as she thought about it, Erlum flapped his membrane wings and flew towards the bone flute, stirring up a gust of wind.

"boom--"

With a sudden acceleration, Vivian stretched out her hand and grabbed the flute that was flying with a wake.

"How could this happen?" Vivian stared blankly at the bone flute, then at the Typhoon which was gradually revealing itself in the distance, feeling incredible.

So...Drem Kans just threw away his most precious relic?

Is this reasonable? Probably not.

Vivian shook her head, knowing that she couldn't care less about all these things right now, and drove Errum towards the head of the castle.

At this moment, on the coastline, the "Black Pine" was struggling to stay away from the Storm Wall under the efforts of the "Academic" wizards, and it was almost at the most difficult edge.

Whenever the Storm Wall engulfs a ship, it shatters it into countless pieces, leaving no residue behind.

Vivian had to save her companions, so her first thought followed her intuition.

——Give the flute to Xingmo.

"call--"

The dragon flew over the castle and landed on the terrace at the edge.

Vivian spotted Xingmo and Aurora standing on the terrace and quickly waved.

"Xiaomo! Xiaoshu! Come up quickly! You may not know what happened, but..."

"Give me the bone flute." Xing Mo stretched out his hand calmly.

Vivian was suddenly stunned, not only because Xingmo already knew in advance that "the bone flute had been recovered", but also because of the light flashing in those emerald green eyes.

It was a golden full moon.

"..."

Vivian felt a sudden impulse taking over her, and she reached out and handed the bone flute to Xingmo.

Xingmo took the bone flute from her hand, held Aurora's hand, jumped up, and jumped onto Erum's back.

The dragon flapped its wings and took the four people out of the castle.

Almost at the same time, two tentacles extending from the ocean suddenly exerted force on the ground, dragging another third of the entire island into the sea.

At this time, the only thing left on the island was the mountain still standing on the seabed. The castle hall began to flood. The pirates who had just awakened from the dragon's might struggled to run out of the door, but were swept away by the raging waves in the blink of an eye.

Erlum gained altitude and soon found himself at the center of the storm, hanging high in the sky.

On the dragon's back, Xing Mo slowly stood up and grabbed the flute that was still oozing pure water with both hands.

It seemed that after Xing Mo touched it for the first time, its outer bone layer had been peeling off. Its internal structure was silver, and the blue light patterns on it were constantly pulsating, as if it was obediently submitting to Xing Mo's hands.

Xingmo closed her eyes and used the string player's sensitivity to sound to recall the melody that Delem Kans had played when he ordered the storm to "shrink."

Then, based on what her teacher had taught her, she easily calculated the "inverse chord spectrum" of the storm.

“?~~~~”

The ethereal sound of a flute rang out in the center of the storm. Xingmo closed her eyes, put her mouth close to the flute that had been purified by pure water, and played the melody.