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

　Fifteen minutes later, a large pot of brightly colored vegetable and meat soup was ready.

　Xingmo poured the broth into a large pot, placed the pot on a small cart, and pushed the cart into the ward.

　There were a lot more people in the ward. It was a huge crowd. Diana and her three daughters were

　Sons...well, including Alice, there are four daughters, all lying in bed, sleeping peacefully.

　Aurora was playing a quiet melody beside the bed. When she heard Xingmo coming, she smiled at her:

　"Is supper here?"

　"How is Ms. Diana?" Xing Mo asked.

　"It's fine. When I first came in, she kept wanting to see Miss Alice, so I forced her to sleep," Aurora muttered. "Even though she doesn't seem to be hurt, her spirit and soul are almost exhausted... Maybe it's because she's been so tense protecting my daughter all this time?"

　"Did Isabella do anything to them?" Xing Mo's eyes swept over the three little girls on the bed with a gloomy look.

　"Nothing has happened. His body is in good condition, probably because he's been fed well," Aurora said. "But his spirit has been suppressed for a long time, which means he's been trapped in some kind of suppressive string formation."

　"That bastard..." Xingmo muttered.

　"Don't be angry, Isabella will probably have a hard time surviving," Aurora chuckled. "Come on, come on, we're all hungry."

　"okay."

　Xingmo filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Aurora. The little girl happily showed off the soup.

　Then, Xingmo served a bowl of soup to Professor Ling, Lilitz, and Elmo respectively. After receiving their thanks, she continued to push the cart to the end of the ward.

　She pushed the cart over to Alice's bedside - Alice was fast asleep, and Vivian was dozing beside her.

　"Xing Mo filled two bowls of soup. Before she could call Vivian, she heard a familiar voice:

　"Shhh."

　Turning around, I saw Alice getting up from the bed, her face regaining a lot of color.

　"Let her sleep for a while," Alice said with a slight smile. "She must have slept very little."

　"Senior," Xingmo hurried forward to support her, "How do you feel?"

　"Not bad," Alice breathed out, "where's the Sword of Dawn?"

　"Don't worry, everything is safe in the church hall." Xing Mo said.

　"That's good."

　Alice leaned back on the cushion, looking relieved, but her eyes were still a little confused.

　"I want to take a hot bath..." she muttered.

　"Professor Ling has cleaned everyone with the Decontamination Spell," Xing Mo said, "As for showering, let's do it tomorrow. Today..."

　"It's okay, I just said it casually. I miss that experience."

　Alice smiled, reached out her hand, and gently rubbed Xingmo's head with a faint smile on her face.

　"Xiaomo, you... have been through a lot again." She whispered.

　I can't hide it from Senior Alice... Xingmo nodded:

　"Demi god."

　"This burden is so unfair to you, especially in such a short time," Alice whispered. "I'm sorry... I didn't do well enough, so..."

　Before she could finish, Xingmo stepped forward and gently hugged Senior Alice's upper body.

　"Eh?"

　Alice was stunned for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she patted Xingmo on the back:

　"If that happens, more than one person will be jealous, right?"

　"Don't say that about yourself, senior sister, you've done a great job." Xingmo said in a low voice.

　"Well, I'm not that fragile yet," Alice said with a smile. "If you fail, just do something. You can always succeed next time."

　The two separated, and Alice rubbed Xingmo's head again:

　"The Sword of Dawn chose me. I don't know why it did this, nor do I know why it was willing to submit to Isabella before."

　"But anyway, since it has chosen me, it means that Bishop Roberts Thane's obligations will be borne by me."

　"So don't worry, Xiaomo, I'll catch up soon."

　"Senior sister has always been very capable." Xingmo smiled.

　"Let's not talk about that. It's been ages since I've had Xiaomo's soup." Alice stretched her neck. "Give me a bowl, a little more, but remember to save some for Vivian, okay?"

　"okay."

　Xingmo turned around and started to scoop soup from the bowl.

　As she filled the cup, the corners of her mouth slowly curved up.

　...END...

Chapter 329 The Follower

　Blizzard outlines thousands of overlapping arcs, which are like totems, seeming to imply some ancient knowledge.

　In the blizzard, a streak of bright red moved slowly, leaving a long black and red trail on the snow.

　That is blood.

　Selina walked in the blizzard, her eyes were blurred and the black light in her pupils was scattered.

　She was dragging the remains of some animal, so mangled that it was difficult to tell what species it had once belonged to.

　Organs and pieces of flesh in chaotic shapes were constantly left in the snow, along with the constantly flowing blood, like a heavy stroke of red ink on white paper.

　""

　come down.

　The first thing Serena knew since she was born was falling. She had golden feathers at that time, born from the fiery wings of God, and looked down at the sea of ​​clouds with her new eyes.

　But she only had time to exchange one last look with the god - the divine bird that symbolized the sun was pierced by countless golden rays of light, its flesh and blood disintegrated into flames, and its corpse fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

　She fluttered in panic among the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly she met a pair of golden eyes.

　In later life, she understood that the existence was the Star Sea Goddess

　All the civilized settlements she passed by sang praises of His name and recognized Him as the savior of civilization.

　But that day, Serena saw Him extinguish the sun with her own eyes.

　He had never even spoken with his Father God, nor received any divine revelation, and fell into the dark eternal night in a hurry.

　The meaning of God's favored ones should be bestowed by God. They are born as extensions of God and practice God's ways in the mortal world.

　But Serena never received any instructions, so she could only wander alone.

　She walked alone in the world, like a swan that fell into a swamp, searching for a way aimlessly.

　Slowly, the feathers on her body lost their golden luster, and her soul was corroded by the dark clouds. From the source of that corrosion, she heard the cry of God.

　The god called himself Esis, the formless mist, the kingdom of the disordered.

　He howled wildly, begging to wake up, longing to return to this world, and begging for her help in an almost pleading manner.

　He promised that golden wings would rise to the sky again, and that a brilliant kingdom would be born from the black fog.

　Serena once believed it, but she no longer believes it.

　She did many things according to God's will and witnessed the black mist sweeping over the village, turning humans and animals into fleshless and soulless skeletons.

　All the harvested souls escaped to the bottom of the world and became the anchor of the god, pulling him down from the top of the world, constantly approaching this world.

　Serena did a lot, but eventually she got tired of it.

　She was tired of watching those creatures cry and die over and over again.

　She began to feel curious about those creatures called humans and why they were born.

　So she stopped paying attention to the gods' howling and turned her attention back to the humans.

　She walked in the world in a human body, from not being able to speak a word at the beginning to being proficient in the oldest language in the world, from being unable to communicate at the beginning to being able to gain trust with just a few words in the end.

　She discovered that human beings are actually quite simple. They work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunrise to sunset. All they desire is to gather together and die together.

　Compared to the empty mission, Salina finally found a path to walk in the world. She left the path of God and walked into the world of mortals.

　In her long life, she experienced many different identities: a diligent farm girl, a knight beside the Marquis, and a sailor on the stormy seas. These lives were sometimes wonderful and sometimes dull, but Serena had enough patience to experience them all.

　She thought, maybe she really understood life.

　But later, she got tired of it all.

　It was then that the corruption deep within her soul caught up with her once again.

　This time, He promised her the ultimate.

　"Uh..."

　Amidst the blizzard, Serena suddenly bent down and covered her stomach.

　Something was expanding, as if it was going to tear her apart from the inside out.

　A broken angel means instability, and means that it may lose this form at any time.

　Salina raised her hand and looked at the blood on it - the blood belonged to the Faru soldiers. When she crossed the border of Massena, she was stopped by those soldiers, including some half-blood wizards.

　She killed all those people... no, it should be said that they were torn to pieces. There were not many intact bodies found at the scene.

　This reminded her of the days when they ate raw meat and drank blood. Amid the blurred outlines of the blizzard, Serena felt as if she had gone back a thousand years ago to the day when she fell into eternal night.

　After a long time, she went back.

　Such was the case with the favor of the Fallen God. Unlike Merlin, Serena had no starlight to guide her. And unlike the Saint, Serena had never communicated with her own god.

　She is an abandoned bird.

　""

　In the blizzard, Serena squatted down, tore apart the piece of torso she had been carrying, and swallowed the flesh and blood into her throat.

　In this late spring snow, she seemed lost.

　But she had plenty of time to get lost, because the destination was right there, just one step away.

　""

　After an unknown amount of time, Serena suddenly saw some lights in the snowstorm.

　Lights mean a settlement, meaning people live there.

　At the edge of the Faru Mountains, Serena found it hard to imagine that there were people living there. Were they woodcutters or forest rangers?

　It doesn't matter...

　Serena threw the piece of meat in her hand away and slowly walked towards the house.

　She is hungry and needs to eat.

　""

　"dong dong dong..."

　There were three heavy knocks on the door, and a woman's voice came from inside:

　"who is it?"

　The voice was clear and belonged to a woman.

　Serena silently lowered her hands, placing them behind her back. She had to be wary of the possibility that the woman in the room was a wizard. While that wasn't likely to cause her much harm, she was in a state where she could easily lose control in a fight, and she needed this form.

　So, she just silently condensed a sharp shadow on her hand, ready to pierce the woman's heart.

　"...I'm hungry." She responded to the door in a hoarse voice.

　She had no intention of fabricating an identity or catering to human compassion. Serena had made up her mind that if the woman didn't open the door, she would tear it open.

　My heart was beating rapidly, and my desire for flesh and blood was about to break through the threshold.

　Open the door... Open the door...

　Serena's hand unconsciously moved back slightly, making a gesture of gathering strength.