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

　Under normal circumstances, the probability of this happening is almost zero, and it is impossible for Perlis not to notice this.

　However...a god who manipulates cause and effect and probability is hanging in the sky...

　Red Moon, it's really amazing...

　In the end, even the blow that Perlis swung against His will became part of His destiny.

　"Then let me see what you have up your sleeve."

　Perlis raised her head and looked at the distant sky.

　Based on the dark sky and the concentration of spiritual energy in the air, the current timeline should be at the end of the Age of Gods...

　A hundred to a thousand years before this point in time, the Star Sea Goddess and the Golden Sun Wheel engaged in a divine war, the sun went out, and eternal night descended...

　And it is unknown how long after this point in time...the Dark Moon Dragon was slain by the goddess, and the golden dawn arrived.

　Then, this time point should be when the day angel and the night angel parted ways.

　Then go check it out.

　""

　Perlis brushed off the snow on her skirt and began to walk in the eternal darkness.

　Her goal was the distant Karadorans Mountains.

　Perlis had read the history of this world, from ancient scrolls to messages hidden in the shadows, she had probably read it all.

　After all, if you stay in a cafe all the time, you will always need some reading material to relieve boredom.

　Even for her, the history of this world can be described as magnificent—the extraordinary power took root and sprouted in the Age of Gods, becoming a part of this world system, its spreading roots flowing along with history, deeply rooted.

　Unlike those worlds that are explored starting from classical physics, the world where supernatural factors intervene usually means more exaggerated historical phenomena. Wonders and great power jointly fuel the development of history and make everything impossible possible.

　For example...the mountains in front of us.

　"Rumble..."

　Beneath the rolling dark clouds of the eternal night, the Karadorans Mountains rise higher and higher, and the condensed ice constantly shapes the peaks, just like a giant beast underground moving its back.

　The ridge is shifting.

　According to Perlis's understanding, the average altitude of the Karadorans Mountains is more than 8,000 meters. Seeing such a giant moving around is obviously a bit scary.

　What kind of power makes it tremble like a hungry beast?

　""

　Perlis tore through the rift and flashed quickly between the ridges.

　Soon, she found herself in a village.

　Looking around, the village center square was filled with densely packed people, all looking up at the mountains, their gazes focused on the same peak.

　Their bodies were all frozen in ice, like ice sculptures.

　Perlis walked up to an old man and scanned the remaining fear on his face.

　Every person here has extremely delicate emotions and physical details, which means that this is not someone's dream, because it is impossible for a dream to record so much information.

　I am even more certain that this is an overlap of time—the Age of Gods a thousand years ago and the reality a thousand years later merged together.

　In this case, something strange might come out.

　I went...

　Perlis muttered, following the villagers' gaze.

　What came into view was a mountain. There was nothing above the mountain. Thunder flashed in the sky, occasionally making the mountain look pale.

　Apparently, the being that turned them into ice has left...

　Maybe the timeline is a little off?

　Perlis pondered, walked up to the old man and looked directly into his pupils.

　She stared at the light reflected in the lifeless pupils, reached out her hand, and gently pinched off a white flame.

　"Click——"

　Time is "destroyed".

　At this moment, Perlis saw the light in the old man's eyes quickly recede, and his pupils reflected the scene he saw before his death, piece by piece of reality piecing together.

　After the timeline was in place, Perlis tore it apart, and the reality before her eyes exploded.

　"Boom——"

　Thunder flashed, and time came to the last scene of the old man's life.

　The roar resounded from the mountain peaks. Perlis turned her head and saw six ice-blue wings spread out like an overwhelming force. Each wing had an ice crystal texture, and a huge eye was reflected on it.

　Compared to the wings, the body of that existence seemed much smaller, but it still looked to be about a hundred meters tall. Ice-blue source essence flowed on its thin black body, pouring all the way from the top of the mountain to the foot.

　Winter makes St. Nero.

　The ancient angel spread his six wings on the mountaintop, raised a holy grail high in the air, and spoke solemnly in an obscure voice:

　"The mountains will move and the seas will dry up!"

　Waves of ice burst from the peak, rolling across the mountain, over the hills, and then through the village.

　The people in the village square had no time to escape. In almost an instant, they were covered by the cold air and turned into eternal ice sculptures.

　""

　Perlis stood in the biting cold wind, silently gazing at the god on the top of the mountain.

　She knew that mad smell—winter had driven her mad, no doubt about it!

　At the end of the Age of Gods, the angel who ruled over the cold winter went mad!

　Sister (Part 9) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　The Angel of Winter, one of only two angels confirmed to be "death".

　His religion is spread throughout the Caradorans Mountains, and gathering places like Wintershire basically have temples dedicated to this ancient god.

　Like the Sun Angel Saint Auros, his group of believers is very stable and can even form a force within a certain area.

　However, if the history before our eyes is real...

　...This means that the Winter Lord had already gone mad at the end of the Age of Gods.

　He killed his own believers, and from then on, the land was frozen, and the previously habitable areas were all covered by extreme cold.

　In later generations, only a very small number of people remained on both sides of the mountains, and most people migrated south and abandoned their belief in the Angel of Winter.

　According to common sense, God will not kill his believers - after all, the anchor of faith is a major point that God uses to restrain supernatural powers. Who would want to lose their mind?

　So...there must be someone behind the scenes who is fueling the fire of winter driving it crazy.

　who can that be?

　""

　Perlis concentrated her mind, and the dark crown floated above her head.

　The engraved ink symbolizes the power of creation.

　She tore open the space in front of her with her bare hands, sensing the flow of spiritual energy around her, and verifying her guess.

　Then, a dark fog emerged in her mind.

　"what..."

　Perlis opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the Winter Messenger.

　as predicted.

　It is the pollution from the invisible fog.

　After the death of Golden Sun, his fallen spirit became a formless mist, lingering on the edge of the real dimension with the desire to return to the world.

　And for Him, the best way is to find a spokesperson.

　There is no doubt that Saint Nero, the angel of winter, is the spokesperson that the fog god is looking for.

　No wonder there's so much curse power on Winter's ribs... Turns out he was corrupted by the Mist God before his death... and became his spokesperson...

　So...how did He fall?

　As if to answer Perlis's question, two shadows swept across the sky.

　Perlis raised her head and saw two figures, one black and one white, tearing through the dark clouds of eternal night and flying quickly towards the winter angel.

　They fought against the extreme cold, the boundaries of black and white intertwined and entangled behind them, forming a huge light source like a meteor—

　"boom----"

　The three angels collided with each other, and light swept from the mountain peak like an overwhelming force, engulfing the entire ridge.

　""

　In the white light, only Perlis was left standing.

　There is no doubt that the ones who are fighting against the angel of winter are the day angel Saint Clouse and the night angel Saint Amour.

　The brother and sister stood up when the winter god was corrupted by the fog god and lost his mind, and a war between gods broke out in the Caradorans Mountains.

　Then what?

　"...He fell into a deep sleep and never woke up..."

　A voice sounded from behind Perlis.

　She turned around and saw Rose Frozen standing behind her, covered in bruises.

　"You survived." Perlis nodded.

　"Just a split second... before the concept of destruction completely consumed me, I fell into the time rift..." Rose said weakly, "I felt

　Thank you... this allows me to come back... to make amends for the mistakes I made."

　She held the scissors tightly and looked at Perlis with trepidation, ready to fight the god again at any time.

　But Perlis shook her head and said:

　"Tell me your story."

　"?"

　Rose was stunned, not knowing for a moment why Pearls had made such a change.

　She hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

　"This battle between the gods wasn't evenly matched... Winter used the power of the God of Mist, and we were quickly overwhelmed."

　"We had never seen such power back then...so..."

　The white light gradually took shape, and complex light and shadows passed by the surroundings.

　Perlis saw three angels trembling on the mountain, light and shadows flowing, and the sea of ​​clouds boiling.

　"...Anmu is more powerful than me. He created an opportunity for me and attracted Nero's attention alone..."

　Darkness collided with darkness, and the expression on the angel's face was ferocious.

　"...I took this opportunity...to tear apart the kingdom of the Winter Messenger..."

　Cracks, reality is like a broken mirror, everything falls into the depths of the cracks.

　"...Only when God is killed in the Kingdom of God, is God truly dead..."

　In the frozen kingdom of God, the god in charge of winter roared, and black air gushed out from his body.

　His sanity was failing him, but he knew he could not be killed in the Kingdom of God.

　The angel spread his wings and tried desperately to tear a crack in the border of the kingdom of God and escape.

　And just then...

　"Sister! Seal the border! Leave the rest to me!"

　Rose still remembers the last look her brother gave her - firm and brave, but with tears in the corners of his eyes.

　When saying this, the Night Angel had already pressed his chest, and the extraordinary and madness were boiling in his body.