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

　Nepense was slightly startled by these words, and the old cow stuck out its tongue.

　"It's been a while, and you even know this?"

　"Because she is the key to putting an end to everything," Angela smiled mysteriously, "The Kingdom of Messina exists today because of her. She will be the author... and terminator of this paradox."

　After some meaningless words, Ms. Angela walked forward and opened her arms towards the forest.

　Ice-blue light shone from her eyes, and the magnificent power of the high-level dark elves surged from her body, prying every string in the space.

　"In the name of the Dark Elf King!" Angela uttered obscure words, each word tearing the surrounding space apart. "Tear apart the outline of time and space with broken continuity!"

　This is a long sentence composed entirely of mantras. Generally speaking, just reciting one or two mantras can cause a person's soul to be severely damaged or even directly torn apart.

　Only high-level dark elves can chant mantras in units of "sentences".

　As Angela spoke, the plain in front of the forest shattered like glass, with countless crackling sounds.

　Those mottled cracks extended from the ground to the sky, almost blurring the outline of the forest.

　"Have the Rangers ready to respond to any external attacks," Angela smiled. "Nepsis, this is your time to serve the kingdom."

　Deep in the Dark - Primeval Forest

　"The atmosphere here is getting weird..."

　After finishing his meal elegantly in this forest filled with a rather terrifying and mysterious atmosphere, Xingmo once again observed the surrounding environment.

　Well...it can't be said that it has become worse, it can only be said that there is no possibility of improvement at all.

　"The concentration of the curse is almost exceeding the limits of reality," Aurora muttered. "This divine kingdom might have simply descended and replaced reality."

　"It's almost time," Xingmo glanced at her pocket watch, "Let's go, if we don't leave now, Serena might be finished."

　To be honest, I don't know why, I agreed to

　After acting according to the flow of fate, Xingmo was not so anxious anymore.

　It’s not that the Goddess of Xinghai didn’t even expect Xingmo to have a meal here, right?

　If the goddess's thousand-year plan was ruined because of a meal, that would be really...

　Should I say irony?

　""

　Guided by the golden branch fragments, Xingmo and Aurora began to move towards the depths of darkness.

　In the diffuse fog, all outlines seemed extremely blurred. At first, Xing Mo thought it might be because of the fog, but then she realized that the entire space was shaking.

　The real world is shaking.

　It's like two unrelated spaces are forced to overlap, and they are wrestling with each other, trying to occupy the same space.

　Whoever breaks first, the other will take its place.

　Walking in the black fog, Xingmo felt that everything around him was gradually becoming blurred, and the edges of all things were gradually becoming distorted.

　A small hand suddenly held her, squeezed her gently, and said softly:

　"Don't get lost."

　"How could that be..." Xingmo smiled and turned to look at Aurora.

　But in the moment I turned my head, everything changed.

　"Look, I almost got lost."

　Xingmo and Aurora were standing on the beach. The forest scene had long disappeared, and the brilliant skylight was just spreading before their eyes.

　The wreckage of the ship was being salvaged, and wizards walked up and down the beach, counting the bodies pulled from the sea.

　In July of 3136, a shipwreck occurred.

　This is the first day in Xingmo’s memory.

Chapter 343 Loss of Heart (Part 2) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Shipwreck.

　In Xingmo's memory, this was the first day.

　She has no recollection of being a cradle, nor has she ever learned to walk or speak.

　On the first day in her memory, she stood blankly on the beach, watching the debris of the shipwreck being salvaged from the sea.

　Later, Xingmo was told that she was the only survivor of the shipwreck and everyone else on the ship had died, perhaps including her parents.

　And her identity could not be found out - because everything on the ship was encrypted.

　No one knew where the ship sailed from or where its destination was, and when people found it, its wreckage was floating on the sea.

　""

　Aurora and Xingmo looked at the wreckage in the distance and gently squeezed her hand.

　"What a lonely life."

　"I'm not dead yet, why do you make it sound like I'm already on a revolving lantern?" Xing Mo smiled.

　"Aren't you scared?" Aurora glanced at Xingmo. "I don't know where I came from, and I don't have any family around me."

　"I'm used to it," Xingmo said lightly, "Yeah... I'm used to it."

　Besides, she is not alone.

　"I often dream of this sea," Xingmo said. "I dream of the wreckage of the broken ship bobbing on the surface of the sea, the sounds of people salvaging it, a bustling scene. But I am alone, standing stupidly on the beach. Someone whispered something in my ear, but I have forgotten it."

　"Forgot?" Aurora muttered.

　"Well, maybe." Xing Mo nodded.

　Aurora was silent for a moment, then whispered:

　"The dreams here originate from the Slate of Truth, the true history recorded on the Spine of the World."

　"That's right." Xing Mo nodded.

　"Then why don't you turn around and take a look? See what's hidden in your memory?"

　Hearing this, Xingmo suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

　She turned her head blankly and saw a familiar figure standing behind her.

　He was a gentleman wearing a black top hat and a black suit. He looked at Xingmo with his wise silver eyes and a calm expression.

　That's Merlin.

　"Professor Merlin...?" Xingmo murmured.

　On the day of the shipwreck, Professor Merlin was standing behind Xingmo!

　But Xingmo didn't know this at all!

　No... this is normal... As a subjective memory holder, Xingmo didn't even look back that day. Even if she accidentally saw Professor Merlin, she didn't know who he was.

　Over time, even if this scene reappears in a dream later, he will not know that the person standing behind him is Merlin.

　But it's different here.

　This dream comes from the stone seed, from the slate of truth.

　What is written on that stone tablet is the truth.

　From this, it can be seen that this dream is absolutely real - so real that it contains every piece of information that Xing Mo cannot possibly remember.

　"Professor Merlin...was right behind me that day..." Xingmo murmured.

　She watched Merlin light a cigar, his face a little haggard, and just stare at the seagulls flying across the sky.

　"It's begun..." Merlin murmured, "The sinking of the Sea Cloud..."

　The gentleman's gaze fell on Xingmo. He looked at the child who was like a drowned rat with sad eyes.

　sad...?

　What was that emotion? Why did he show sadness?

　The name of this ship is... Haishangyun? It's not even in the bell guard's files.

　There must be something wrong... Xingmo wanted to find out more details, but Merlin suddenly said:

　“History won’t record everything, but I will.”

　Then, with a flash of golden light, the dream came to an abrupt end.

　Everything disappeared.

　Xing Mo stared blankly at the darkness in front of her, and for a moment she was

　Know what to feel.

　Merlin realized... that this history would be recorded... and then cut it off?

　After the cut, what did he do?

　Why does he have the power to cut through history? Because...

　...destiny?

　""

　"This way, don't get lost," Aurora's voice came from the side. "Don't worry about it. Now that we know it was that old man who did this, we can just ask him later."

　Indeed, we shouldn't waste time here now.

　Xingmo nodded and followed Aurora forward.

　She could feel reality and dreams blending around her - it was still a forest, but reality had gradually become blurred. Fragments from dreams were eroding the real world, shattering the surrounding scene.

　From those fragments, Xingmo saw a lot of different dreams: there was a bird overlooking from the treetop, a bug crawling among the grass, and a person singing in the sun.

　Different dreams are intertwined at this moment and have lost their order.

　"The Lost Realm," Aurora whispered, "The kingdom of the invisible mist is descending."

　While walking in this broken forest, Xingmo always noticed strange gazes from all directions, which made her inspiration constantly jump.

　As she walked, she suddenly heard a prayer in front of her:

　"Ah... the invisible mist Ersis..."

　"The fog of chaos, the land of the disordered."

　“You are the life behind life, the world behind the world.”

　"...your kingdom will come, and I will open the gates for you..."

　With whispers, the world in those broken lenses suddenly came alive.

　The torrent of memories suddenly came to life, rapidly converging and further tearing reality apart in disorder.

　Aurora waved her hand, and a burst of green light erupted, forming a protective shield around her and Xingmo. The black mist and green light collided, igniting the area where they touched.

　"The authority of the Lost Realm brings memories to life..." Aurora whispered, "His gate is opening, right now!"

　"We have to catch up immediately." Xing Mo said.

　She activated her tree vision and looked around, searching for a possible path.

　Golden symbols suddenly flashed before her eyes, and among the intersecting symbols, she saw a wisp of debris floating in out of thin air.

　The memories in the fragments seemed to have not been erased.

　Intuition told Xingmo that it was a safe passage.

　"Let's go over there."

　Xingmo took Aurora's hand and ran towards the fragment, and they jumped in together.

　Gray and white light and shadows quickly intertwined and reconstructed, and the scenery in front of me suddenly became blurred.

　When it became clearer, Xingmo found herself standing at the door of a snowy hut.

　Serena was standing beside her, covered in blood, with a crazy light flashing in her eyes.

　Apparently, the timeline of this dream is when she escaped from Fallujah after the New Party stepped down.

　The witch of the heart was knocking on the door of the house. Xingmo could see the murderous aura surging around her and the desire in her eyes.