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

　He fell from the sky, and in a daze, he saw the stars colliding with the sun.

　""

　When the crow woke up again, there was no light in the world.

　The eternal night rolls across the sky, with only faint blue stars occasionally flashing across the night sky.

　Crow walked the world with a cane. He heard someone say that the blue stars were the eyes of the evil dragon, and the world was its petri dish. Every once in a while, it would swoop down and sacrifice the blood of all living things.

　This can't be the case. The dragon is clearly the messenger of the night, the god that brings peace...

　Something must have gone wrong here.

　The crows walked on the world that had cooled after the rain of fire, heading towards the garden.

　He wanted to go back to the garden to see the little white dove.

　They had made an appointment.

　""

　After an unknown amount of time, the crow finally returned to the garden.

　But what came into view was not the beautiful pond under the moon, but corpses all over the ground.

　The corpses were boneless and fleshless, with white feathers stained with coagulated blood scattered messily among the flowers.

　Those were the corpses of the white doves.

　They were dead, torn apart by some horrible external force.

　The crow leaned on his cane and walked towards the pond in the center of the garden. He passed his favorite tree - the tree had been cut in half, and the part that fell to the ground was burning.

　He quickened his pace, threw away his crutches and started running.

　As he ran, he came to the edge of the pond.

　Then, he saw that familiar figure.

　The little white dove had its back to him, its wings folded and stained with blood.

　She was tearing something apart by the pond, and every time she moved, blood splattered.

　Looking closely, it was the corpse of another white dove.

　"You're back."

　The little white dove stood up and turned its head, its golden eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

　Crow saw blood at the corner of her mouth.

　In the depths of her eyes, Crow saw flowers.

　A pure white flower, as if outlined by stars.

　The crow knew the flower; he had one too, given to him by the great goddess of the sea and stars, his mother.

　The flower endowed him with great power, and he became the caretaker of the garden.

　But now, another flower is shining deep in the little white dove's eyes.

　"What happened?" Crow walked forward slowly, "You..."

　Then, Leng Feng stabbed.

　The crow heard the sound of the sharp blade cutting through the air and saw the trajectory of the blade cutting through the air. In his eyes, he could easily avoid the blade.

　But he couldn't move.

　He saw a mad light in the familiar girl's eyes - the flower made her crazy.

　According to my mother's teachings, there is only one end for a madman, and that is death.

　He didn't want her to die—

　"Pfft."

　The sharp knife pierced the heart and blood gushed out.

　Crow gently hugged Dove and rubbed the back of her head.

　"I'm sorry, I broke the promise." The crow whispered in the little white dove's ear.

　At this moment, the little white dove's pupils seemed to lose focus for a moment, and a hint of confusion flashed in its eyes.

　But then, she coldly drew her dagger and pushed the crow's body towards the pond.

　Before falling into the pond, the crow looked into the eyes of the little white dove again.

　This time, he didn't see the flower.

　He saw the little white dove crying.

　"...I will fulfill my promise." He said with his lips.

　The water in the pond was icy cold, soaking his mouth and nose and blurring his vision.

　He sank into the pond, only a pair of golden eyes looming among the messy waves.

　The crow closed his eyes and quietly embraced the darkness.

　The crow is dead.

　The eternal night is cold, but the dawn will eventually come.

　When the boy woke up again, he was lying in a sea of ​​crimson flowers of the other shore.

　The breeze blew the dewdrops on the petals, dripping onto his face and flowing down his cheeks.

　He climbed up from the corpses with black wings and stretched out his arms in the sunlight.

　He stretched his body lazily, looking at the new world that was about to be reborn after the golden dawn.

　The breeze is gentle and the flower dew is fragrant.

　The boy found a solid piece of wood to use as a crutch, and began to travel around the world.

　He wanted to see the world for the white dove.

　Otherwise, how would I introduce this world to her later?

　""

　Time is like the waves, rising and falling.

　After a thousand years, the boy became middle-aged and almost became an old man.

　His broken twig cane was later replaced with a mahogany one, then with a gold-trimmed one, and finally with...something they called "alloy."

　He lived in a shabby cave, a leaky wooden house, and finally a castle.

　He had met many friends and many girls, but he had never left many deep bonds. All living things in the world were destined to pass by him. Even if he shed his black wings, the flowers would still remain in the depths of his pupils.

　The man finally traveled all over the world.

　He always thought that if they met again, he would be able to take that girl around the world, right?

　""

　February 3155, Nefera Beta Magic Castle.

　Merlin, dressed in a black suit, stood on the top of the East Tower, gazing at the city of Academi, which was cut apart by the flowing light.

　The Hanging Gardens descended and pressed down on the White Tower, and the Citadel turned into a dead city under its shadow.

　The moment the string of truth unfolded, Merlin knew that it was all her work.

　All the white doves in the garden were dead, except him and her.

　He gazed at the Hanging Gardens, his silver eyes bottomless, blackened by the night.

　"Are you still longing for the outside world?"

　Merlin turned his head and looked towards the north.

　His sight crossed the hazy horizon of the Sea of ​​​​Intent, crossed the incense-filled Machiavelli Empire, passed through the snow-capped mountains of Caradorans, and continued to move forward in the endless deep blue void.

　Finally, his sight reached the end of the world.

　By the frozen pond, the girl turned around as if she had noticed something, but was met only by a gust of cold wind blowing snowflakes.

　Her eyes sparkled with gold, and her black hair hung down like ink, frozen in the pond along with her white ankles.

　Cain stared indifferently towards the south, in the direction where the wind was blowing.

　The white feathers behind her had completely faded, and the six black wings were curled up, with eternal darkness covering every feather.

　She is no longer a little white dove. After the crow died, she is a crow.

　""

　The corners of Cain's mouth rose slightly, and an ethereal smile appeared on his face.

　She nodded slightly, then raised her head and looked at the endless starry sky above her head.

　"I will see the whole world from above the real starry sky."

　"Come with me and see..."

　"elder brother."

　Deep in her pupils, flowers were spinning, emitting crazy light.

　...END...

Chapter 261 White City (4k) (Two updates in one)

　"Rumble..."

　As the gate opened, Isabella, dressed in a white dress, walked through the gate at the top of the garden and entered the throne room.

　What came into view was a huge pale blue cocoon - a turbid human figure was dancing inside, like a twinkling star.

　"He's dead?" Isabella sneered.

　"No, he is immortal."

　The Golden King Ugaon walked out from the side, holding a golden scepter in his hand.

　"Two angel bullets, two consecutive direct hits to the vitals. If it were an ordinary angel, if it were in the kingdom of God, it might have died."

　"What's the difference between his current state and his death?" Isabella laughed.

　Ugaen looked up:

　"The difference is that he still maintains the string of truth."

　Pale blue cracks flickered in the night sky, and the overwhelming blue light enveloped the academy, with no signs of fading.

　Isabella curled her lips and looked at Ugaen's face:

　"So, what's our deal?"

　"I will naturally keep my promise. You will still be a member of the Star Caller," Ugaen said. "After all, there is already this golden body."

　The Isabella in his eyes was no longer a body of flesh and blood - the spiritual structure of the queen of Maple Leaf Palace was no longer that of a mortal. Her spirit was immersed in noble gold, and her abundant spiritual power fluctuated in the moonlight.

　"My soldiers paid the price with their lives for this." Isabella raised her wrist, her flesh transforming into gold. "Their souls infused the gold, creating this perfect vessel for the angelic power."

　"You are a rational leader, unlike Roberts Thane, who flew into the flame like a moth," Ugarn said. "It takes great courage to let your troops leave the Citadel early to save their lives."

　"No more soldiers will die in vain..." said Isabella.

　Ugaen nodded:

　"It will take some time to pry open the White Tower. Without the help of the Next Truth, the heart of the garden will need enough time to recharge."

　"During this time, please deal with the people from the Kingdom of Messina. As you said, we should... avoid war."

　"I will," Isabella said coldly, "but I need a promise."

　"I promise to reserve a place for you among the Star Callers?" Ugaen chuckled. "Don't worry,

　The Shepherd's String must need a Saint from the Astral Realm who can carry the power of an angel. Apart from you, we have no other choice."

　"I hope you're not taking advantage of me." Isabella frowned slightly.

　"We've been using each other, haven't we?"