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

　Dark strings, "control" the fate of all things.

　"Om-"

　The interwoven black and red light fell on the string of starlight, but could not hide the blooming gold.

　Xingmo's gaze fell on the last resonating string with a complicated expression.

　Starlight was Xingmo's only comfort during the years when she grew up in an orphanage.

　The stars in the sky accompanied her to sleep every dark night, twinkling like the eyes of her friends.

　Xing Mo later learned the truth about the sky and that starlight was not as gentle as people thought. She was afraid of the golden full moon in her body and that the thread of fate would pull her down.

　But she had already made up her mind that even so, she would use the starlight blooming in her body to protect everything.

　Star strings protect the fate of all things.

　When these three strings resonate with the weaving of Xingmo's ideas, the three lights of red, black and gold intertwine.

　Their resonance waves collided with each other and were gathered and aggregated by Xingmo's enormous spiritual power.

　Among the converging ripples, the outline of a thin golden line gradually emerged.

　The strings of fate.

　It was not as bright as when the star foam exploded madly, but it still flashed with golden starlight that almost penetrated everything, affecting everything in space.

　Under the blooming spiritual pressure, Xingmo reached out and grabbed the string——

　"The Kingdom of Mist will open for us."

　“This is our destiny.”

　"boom"

　The blooming golden light exploded quickly and then converged in an instant.

　The next moment, Xingmo walked with Aurora without hesitation towards the dancing black mist.

　The curse power, like a blade, flickered and cut through the space, but it could not touch Xingmo and Aurora at all. Although there were countless times when the black power was about to cut Xingmo's throat, it was always just a little bit short.

　The precision of fate.

　Amidst the violent black turbulence, Xingmo and Aurora walked into the crack of the fog wall together, and saw pitch-black eyes in front of them.

　But only her heart was still shining with golden light, twinkling like the stars in the sky.

　"The meter has reached 200%, the limit of reality."

　Cherry raised her head and looked at the primeval forest in the distance, watching the endless black fog rising from the forest.

　At the same time, the dark clouds in the sky began to fall downwards, like a high wall falling from the sky.

　The two dark forces connected with each other, and when they collided, a sea of ​​black fog exploded and surged forward.

　The spatial slices created by Messenger Angela were the first to be hit by the black fog. When the terrifying kingdom covering reality began to spread from the edge of the forest, the shattered space-time structure briefly blocked it.

　But that didn't last long.

　"squeak----"

　Accompanied by hissing sounds, the twisted army of death fog surged out from the kingdom of God. They flexibly moved through the slices of space and flew towards the defense line.

　There was no doubt that they came to kill the messenger.

　"Rangers! Load the alchemical cannon!" Nepientis roared, "Protect Miss Angela!"

　"emission!"

　"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom -"

　The rain of bullets from the fire string cannon streaked across the sky and smashed into the plain, instantly dyeing the plain blood red.

　Amidst the interweaving of blood-red and black mist, twisted creatures are being born and taking shape.

　With the power of the coming of the Kingdom of God

　, those filthy things hidden beneath the world rushed out one after another, tearing the outline of the real world with their dark claws, and absorbing every ray of light with their greedy eyes.

　"We can't possibly withstand such an attack...!" Cherry panicked.

　"They will be stopped," Nepientis said fearlessly. "Rangers! Prepare to charge!"

　He jumped onto the ox's back and rubbed the axe against his armor to warm it up, causing it to emit a golden light.

　"Follow Miss Angela and protect yourself." Nepense said to Cherry.

　He turned his head and looked at the plain in the distance, letting the madness in his body burn.

　At this moment, a slight weight hugged his waist and something climbed onto the bull's back.

　Nepientis turned around and saw Cherry sitting timidly behind him, taking deep breaths repeatedly.

　"I'm going with the General."

　"You will be crushed," Nepientis pointed into the distance. "It will only take a moment."

　"Stop... stop looking down on me. I am the youngest spiritual witch..." Cherry muttered.

　Nepenses said nothing more, but just rubbed Cherry's head to show his approval.

　The minotaurs were gathering, forming a long battle line across the plain, ready to charge forward.

　At this time, Angela on the side spoke:

　"Ah, the emperor's decree has arrived."

　Nepientis and Cherry turned their heads together and saw Angela holding a letter burning with blue flames in her hand and reading the words on it.

　"The Guards will arrive in three seconds," she said. "General, charge with confidence. The Guards' armor will overwhelm those real invaders."

　Guards... Upon hearing this news, Nepientis nodded:

　“That reassures me.”

　Then, he raised his axe and shouted to the distant clouds:

　"Rangers! By the honor of the subhumans, crush them!"

　In an instant, the mighty army rushed towards the black fog, and the dust it raised turned into waves, rapidly approaching the black fog.

　Watching the Rangers rushing forward, Angela's mouth curled up slightly.

　She raised a hand, her eyes emitting an icy blue light.

　"Door."

　When the mantra was uttered, countless space cracks appeared from behind her and spread all the way to the sky.

　A dark army slowly marched out from the cracks. They were wearing black armor, the infantrymen were holding black iron spears, the cavalrymen were pulling their horses, and the wizards were wearing black robes.

　The Praetorian Guard of Messina, the King's Legion.

　Jade Seventeen's will is thus implemented.

　They kept up with the Rangers and rushed into the distance in a mighty force.

　But watching all this, Angela shook her head slightly.

　This is still not enough.

　The king's cavalry can stop the spread of the Kingdom of God, but it cannot solve the problem from the root.

　The only solution is that saint.

　This has never been a game between countries, nor a game between civilization and the extraordinary.

　This is a game between gods.

　So, what will happen when the gods' chess pieces collide?

　Angela was waiting on the hill.

　No matter what the outcome, she would take the letter back to the king.

　pitch black.

　In the endless darkness, Serena walked in a daze.

　Her pupils were dull, and darkness gradually stripped off her bright red gauze dress and sprinkled liquid darkness on her body.

　She dragged the darkness, like a dancer walking in the darkness with her skirt dragging, step by step towards the end of the deep black.

　The scattered black light flowed between the hems of her skirt and disappeared behind her. It was her gradually fading past.

　"...a thousand years...my beloved...you have walked the earthly world for a thousand years..."

　"...Magnificent...humble...you have tasted it all...and always been adept at disguising yourself..."

　"...but those lives...those are not your lives..."

　"...they are but your masks...it is a great ball...people in masks dance..."

　"...compared to others...you are just...more masks..."

　Serena stopped in the darkness and looked up.

　What comes into view is the foggy mountain that reaches the sky. Endless black fog fills the entire space, obscuring everything.

　And in the black fog, eyes were flashing.

　Serena stared blankly at those pupils. Those pupils were reflected in her pupils and became her pupils.

　"...I am...a follower of God."

　"...Yes, child... You are the hope of my birth... You are the wings that will allow me to return to the sky..."

　In the black fog, the god slowly extended tentacles made of mist. There were countless eyes on the tentacles, staring at Salina.

　Serena looked up at God. He was so big, as big as the fog wall at the end of the world, infinitely high on top and infinitely wide on the left and right.

　The entire space revolved around Him, accommodating His body, like a black ocean.

　Salina belatedly realized that she had reached the end - the mist in front of her was the invisible mist Esis, the supreme god of fog and the lord of the confused kingdom.

　She wanted to reach out her hand to fulfill her duty as a favored member of the God, but her mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something.

　think?

　The gods would never think of that.

　God's Wood

　I will only carry out God's duties, serve as God's pawn, and faithfully fulfill my existence.

　Free will does not exist in this process, nor does it belong to God's favor.

　Having said that, who has free will on such a chessboard?

　""

　"...What is the meaning of my existence?"

　Serena finally spoke.

　This statement was not made by her now. Her consciousness had long been destroyed by madness and taken over by the gods.

　However, the mark left by these words on her has remained for thousands of years, and even God cannot erase it.

　She had to say it.

　The god was silent for a moment, then spoke in a voice like a death knell:

　"...the species that seeks meaning will eventually perish..."

　"...their lives have become memories etched in the netherworld...they are destined to be lost...they are destined to become my composition..."

　"...therefore, no matter how they define life for themselves...their lives have no meaning..."

　"...you too..."

　What a simple answer, just a simple no.

　Pointless.

　Yes, isn't that the answer?

　Over a long period of time, Selina had met so many people, watching them in glory or desolation, calm or crazy.