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

　""

　Merlin lowered his head, watching the bustling crowds passing through Merlin Square - those who had escaped the fate of turning into sand under the protection of the reverse chord played by the storm beacon,

　And successfully arrived at the Citadel residents of the Magic Academy.

　Under the power of fate, perhaps this is all he can do.

　""

　Above the sky, the war between gods continues.

　The meteor shower tore through the sun's flames, like a pair of giant hands grabbing the wolf's head and forcing it back into the cave.

　No excess heat is released to the ground, and no solar matter falls to the ground. It is as if the ground and the sky are two separate spaces.

　Everything is so precise, without any mistakes or errors, just like a machine with extreme precision.

　This is the precision that is unique to destiny.

　Ten-string magic, golden ratio.

　Possessing part of the divine nature of the Tree of Life and embracing madness to release the golden full moon, Xingmo, with the body of a demigod, released a pseudo-angel-level magic!

　The real Ten Strings were far more sophisticated and powerful than this, but Xing Mo had taken the conceptual power it possessed and transformed it into a sharp sword in his own hand.

　"Pfft..."

　Black blood gushed out of the mouth of the Supreme Praiser, the jackal mask cracked, and a dark breath gushed out from it.

　His body was completely destroyed, and as his spiritual power dissipated, the Eye of Yi was closing inch by inch.

　He prayed to his god, summoned his gaze, and was just about to make the sun of New Garo bloom above the academy.

　Just a little bit, until he was killed by the girl in front of him like a crushed ant.

　Why exactly...

　How does a seal used to seal the blue star...

　As the black blood gushed out, the Supreme Praiser's vision gradually blurred.

　Seeing this, Xing Mo raised her hand, and a cross sword made of illusory golden light appeared in her hand.

　With a casual wave of her hand, she instantly crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, and the sharp blade slashed through the chest of the Supreme Praiser—

　"Sizzle!"

　Black blood splattered, limbs exploded, only the head still had a barely recognizable shape.

　With one blow, the body of the Supreme Praiser completely collapsed, and the fire strings he resonated with exploded, turning into a turbulent flow of flames that dispersed in all directions.

　Then, the jackal's body began to fall.

　Rain of fire... dark sky... golden starlight...

　Falling... It was just like the Age of Gods thousands of years ago, when a rain of fire descended upon the world, turning the golden civilization into a charred wasteland.

　Gradually, the Supreme Praiser's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his body continued to decompose into dark fragments as he fell, like ink dripping into water.

　Before his consciousness completely dissipated, he once again saw the six-winged figure hanging above the sky.

　That figure...seems familiar...

　"Zizzizi..."

　""

　Xingmo looked down at the Citadel, watching the body of the Supreme Praiser gradually turn into black mist and dissipate.

　She slowly raised her head and looked towards the String of Truth, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

　The next second, a strong attraction came over her, almost pulling her head down.

　Her eyes fell on the White Tower.

　"...finally..."

　Xingmo stretched out a trembling hand, as if to hold the White Pagoda in his palm.

　Her other hand jerked and she grasped her wrist.

　No...that's not right...

　That's not right! That's not right...

　Xingmo's consciousness was blurred, but there was a voice shouting in her mind.

　Madness...Embrace Madness...Fight Madness...

　"Do not..."

　The golden symbols flashed rapidly in his mind, and Xingmo's consciousness was like a reef in a flood, being disintegrated by the torrent of starlight.

　At this moment, she felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand, and the mark of the Tree of Life was outlined.

　That mark...that name...

　"Aurora..."

　Xingmo murmured softly, and the golden light in his pupils gradually dissipated.

　She took a deep breath, and the power given by madness quickly dissipated, and consciousness returned to her brain.

　At the same time, the golden wings made of starlight behind her burst apart.

　"!"

　Xingmo suddenly lost his wings and fell from the sky.

　She ejected Saint Nero's rib, stabbing it into the void, causing herself to fall into the spirit world.

　Her spiritual power was rapidly disappearing. The previous burning seemed to have left her with little strength left. Just maintaining the journey through the spiritual world had exhausted all her strength.

　Just when she felt that she was about to be burned, the black and white light and shadow dispersed.

　Then, Xingmo fell into Aurora's arms.

　"Ouch, that's heavy."

　Soft, like a thin quilt, with a faint fragrance.

　Xing Mo felt weak all over, her consciousness was almost gone, and she was extremely tired.

　She raised her head with difficulty and saw Aurora's blood-red eyes.

　Those eyes were filled with stars, and her.

　"Thank you for your hard work..." Aurora gently rubbed the back of Aurora's head. "Next time, don't be so reckless."

　Xingmo closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried her best to concentrate her consciousness.

　She could feel that she was in a state close to being out of control... six wings sprouted from her back... her consciousness was close to nothingness...

　If she continues in that state, she may never be able to find her true self.

　No...that's not right...!

　Now is not the time...

　"I have to close the string of truth..." Xing Mo struggled to get up, "I have to..."

　"No, it's too late."

　Aurora spoke calmly, her eyes fixed on the steps at the top of the garden.

　"We've broken the String of Truth's order to open the White Tower, but it's too late to shut it down completely."

　"Why... why..."

　"Because he's here."

　Hearing this, Xingmo struggled to raise her head and looked up the stairs.

　A figure in a yellow robe stood beside Yuechen's cocoon, gently touching the ice with his hand, his golden eyes sparkling.

　Golden quicksand swirled around him, and Xing Mo recognized his identity without any doubt.

　Golden King Ugaon Tukakankian.

　"You almost killed an angel," Ugaan muttered. "How impressive."

　"Your angel is too weak, and so is your priest," Aurora said with a faint smile. "Now you know whose investment was the right one, right?"

　"You have earned my approval," Ugaen said, looking back at Xingmo and Aurora at the steps below. "The abandoned creature has blossomed with a brilliance that does not belong to abandoned creatures."

　"My friend, you're quite harsh with your words." Aurora's smile faded a little.

　"In that case, will you join forces with me?" Ugain extended his hand toward Aurora. "Open the White Tower, shatter the goddess's delusion, and break this disgusting...flow."

　"Foreign God, you hate the Goddess as well, don't you? You detest her evil deeds and long to destroy the vain White Tower."

　"I have grasped the truth. If you join us, we will directly control our lives and destinies."

　"Then, the Shepherd's Star String will bloom..."

　His words were like the scorching wind blowing from the desert, extremely inspiring, and also like the whisper of a devil in your ear.

　After hearing his words, Aurora was stunned, and her pupils were dilated for a moment.

　For a moment, Xingmo thought Aurora was about to nod in agreement—after all, she had also tried to destroy the White Tower in order to ascend to the stars and kill the goddess.

　But just as this thought came to mind, Aurora tapped Xingmo's head gently:

　"Ouch."

　"What are you thinking about?" Aurora said calmly, "Am I that kind of person?"

　She helped Xingmo up, and at the same time raised her head and gave the Golden King a bright smile.

　"No," she said.

　The next second, golden sand and green light collided in mid-air, and the torrent of spiritual power severed the marble pillar at the top of the garden, sending sand and rocks flying in an instant.

　"boom--"

　Both of them had been prepared for the attack long ago - there was never any room for so-called peace talks!

　"Little Saint, hold me tight!"

　Xing Mo only had time to hear these words before she was carried out of the door by Aurora, and then jumped down from the edge of the colonnade.

　The two fell rapidly, and Xingmo instinctively hugged Aurora tightly. At the same time, he opened his eyes and looked towards the academy below.

　A sea of ​​fire.

　When the Hanging Gardens were defined by Truth above the Citadel, the soldiers in the gardens entered the Citadel by airdrop, and an unprecedented blitzkrieg began.

　""

　Watching the academy he swore to protect turn into a sea of ​​fire, Xingmo clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes.

　She wanted to continue fighting, but she had no more strength left.

　She really did her best.

　Cross half the world, reach the abode of God at the end of the world, and embrace madness.

　She fought against the oldest being in the world, and it was just a matter of seconds.

　This little bit is all the bargaining chips that the Golden King has.

　At this moment, Xing Mo caught a glimpse of a corner of the chess game and was immediately shocked by the huge shadow hidden behind it.

　The falling wind had never been so cold.

　""

　"It's okay, little saint, it's okay."

　A whisper came into my ear, and then the hug became tighter.

　"Whatever they took away, we will take back."

　The voice was calm but resolute.

　""

　Xingmo closed her eyes and hugged Aurora tightly.