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

　"I...saw the reason why Uncle Yi was crazy...it was...the moon..."

　"The Moon... He wants to revive the God of Mist... and break through time..."

　"They are going to turn the whole world into a nightmare...! I can't let this happen..."

　Facing his sister's astonished face, An Mu smiled bitterly:

　"But...since you're here, it will be easier..."

　"I can only let Him sleep forever, but sooner or later He will wake up... Sooner or later He will..."

　He clutched his chest, his face in pain.

　"Until then...sister..."

　"Kill me... let me become eternal night..."

　"Let me free...let Uncle Yi...free..."

　Sister (Part 10) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　"Kill me."

　When her brother said this, Rose's heart seemed to stop.

　She stared at An Mu's face blankly and said subconsciously:

　"Do not..."

　A moment of hesitation was enough to lead to a big mistake - the mist bird spread its wings behind An Mu, and two crimson lights flickered among the billowing smoke.

　The invisible mist is about to abandon the bones of the winter angel and be reborn from the body of the night angel.

　Thick smoke billowed towards Rose, just a hair's breadth away from completely engulfing her.

　At this moment, a white light exploded——

　"Snapped--"

　Accompanied by the clear sound of snapping fingers, the mist bird let out a scream, its huge wings quickly folded, and its held high head drooped slightly.

　Rose turned around and saw Perlis Havrgard strolling towards her with a calm expression.

　"You really don't want to die, do you?"

　Perlis looked directly into the mist bird's crimson eyes and shook her head gently:

　"You almost made it."

　The Moon God needed a servant, and the Mist God, in order to be reborn, served Him as he had in his lifetime.

　To force the Winter to slaughter his own chosen ones requires power strong enough to drive a god mad—and Crimson Moon possesses such power.

　And so, in the eternal night after the fall of the Golden Sun, the Red Moon drove the Winter Lord into madness, causing his body to become the body of the Mist God descending into this world.

　However, there is no doubt that this resurrection was a failure.

　There are two reasons:

　First, the power of the Winter Envoy's divine remains was limited. If it had been used to summon the invisible mist, it could no longer be used to summon Aurora to this world. Both of these events were planned by Hongyue. Judging from the timeline, because the latter had already been accomplished, the former was bound to fail.

　Secondly, the current plan of the Invisible Mist's descent should have been planned by the Red Moon Cult, which means that He had long since given up His plan of descent using the bones of the Winter Messenger as a medium, and He had already failed in this plan.

　Due to the timeline misalignment, Perlis knew the ending in advance, and naturally she could infer the "failure of God's descent" on this historical timeline.

　But even so, the Crimson Moon still manipulated the course of history with the thread of fate, allowing Rose to find this "critical point in time". When she returned to the past, she used the mark of the Crimson Moon to stimulate the invisible mist, allowing him to be reborn in the body of a Night Angel.

　Based on this situation, there are two possibilities:

　First, the Invisible Mist did not succeed in descending despite the efforts of the Red Moon Cult. Since the Red Moon's vision spans time, He chose to try to revive the Invisible Mist again by bringing Rose into the past.

　Secondly, the Red Moon Cult's current attempt to revive the Invisible Mist wasn't manipulated by the Red Moon or the Invisible Mist! Someone else was manipulating this series of events!

　For example...the goddess of the sea of ​​stars.

　These two possibilities do not conflict with each other, and it is very likely that both are true.

　Of course, the greater possibility is that Hongyue is using a doomed plan to lure Perlis into the game, trying to weaken or even kill her.

　What a bad guy.

　But no matter what...

　"You can't be resurrected today."

　Perlis smiled gently at the Mist Bird, then lowered her head and set her gaze on Rose.

　"The ending of the story was already decided at the beginning..." This time, her tone was much gentler, "Don't hesitate."

　Through this series of reasoning, combined with the incident of the meteor abducting flowers from the sea of ​​flowers, Perlis understood a profound truth about time -

　——When the chain of cause and effect is complete, history cannot be destroyed.

　The reason Aurora left the sea of ​​flowers was that the Star Sea Goddess snatched the flowers from the sea of ​​flowers.

　Suppose Perlis went back to the time before the Star Sea Goddess snatched the flowers from the sea of ​​flowers and tried to stop the goddess from "stealing the flowers", would she succeed?

　The answer is no.

　Because, the premise for Perlis to "travel to the past to stop the goddess" is that "Aurora left the sea of ​​flowers."

　In other words, only when "the goddess takes the flower away" will Perlis "

　Travel back in time to stop her."

　If Perlis successfully stopped the goddess from snatching the flowers, then if the goddess had not snatched the flowers, Aurora would not have left the sea of ​​flowers, and Perlis would not have needed to stop the goddess.

　So there is no way that Perlis can "succeed".

　This is similar to the grandfather paradox of "Can you travel back in time and kill your grandfather?", but there are some differences.

　The difference is that, through the critical point of time, Perlis can indeed go back to the past.

　When the premise of this paradox is met, if history wants to correct itself, it can only do so from the perspective of "success or failure".

　In short, as long as history exists, its ability to be corrected is proven.

　That's why...

　"...When you woke up from the Winter Messenger's tomb, you didn't find your brother, but only saw the dead Winter Messenger..."

　Perlis looked directly at Rose and said in a calm tone:

　"It can only mean one thing—that the Winterbringer is indeed dead, and your brother... has vanished into history."

　"No!" Rose's hands trembled madly. "From the war between the gods to my awakening... no one has ever entered the tomb of the gods... even that jackal was only mobilizing the power of the gods' remains from the outside world..."

　"You are wrong. Someone has entered the God's Tomb," Perlis looked directly at Rose, "and that was you now."

　"You traveled through time and entered the God's Tomb, ending Anmu and preventing the awakening of the Invisible Mist."

　"It is precisely because the Invisible Mist failed to awaken from the God's Tomb that the God of Mist did not kill you in your sleep. This is why you were able to wake up safely and soundly a thousand years later, and thus be resurrected as Rose Frozen, transcending time."

　"This is a closed loop of cause and effect, and every link in it is tightly locked together, unable to loosen or break."

　"And the factors that history uses to correct this event..."

　Perlis sighed:

　"it's me."

　"No matter what, I cannot awaken the Invisible Mist from history. Its existence will endanger reality, so I must put an end to it."

　"This is the role that history has determined for me," Perlis shook her head. "No...it's not history..."

　But the red moon.

　There is no doubt that the god hanging in the night sky is constantly conducting experiments on history, exploring the laws of time and causality.

　Cause and effect is the most important interfering force in the power of destiny.

　God plays with cause and effect, but He is clearly not able to manipulate the power of cause and effect perfectly—for it seems that nothing He intends goes according to His desires.

　His servants have not been resurrected, and His enemies have not yet died.

　to the end...

　"The God of Fate is playing a joke on everyone," Perlis murmured. "This God of Fate isn't Ivramis, nor the Red Moon, but the chaotic and disordered flow that truly binds everything."

　"Fate is blind and foolish, requiring no meaning or reason—chaos and disorder are its true nature."

　Perhaps, Hongyue's failed manipulation of the course of history once again becomes the best interpretation of the true nature of destiny.

　And under the torrent of fate...

　"Say goodbye." Perlis whispered.

　""

　Rose listened to everything Pearlis said in a daze, then turned to Anmu.

　She saw the smile on her brother's face, that smile was filled with tears, but his eyes were still as quiet as the eternal night.

　"This is not goodbye, sister..." An Mu said softly, "I have never...never told you."

　After the divine bird carried the angel of the night across the stars, the ignorant boy went to look for his mother, wanting an answer.

　"Mother... I want to be their night! So that they can sleep in peace..."

　"Do you long to be their patron saint?"

　"Yes! Uncle Yi took me to travel among the stars! I saw so many stars... They were all sleeping peacefully, but if they woke up..."

　"hehe..."

　The God of the Sea of ​​Stars gently stroked the child's cheek, his golden eyes filled with a gentleness like the sea of ​​stars:

　"You will, kid."

　"You will become the night, sheltering them forever."

　"Really? That's great..." An Mu was delighted, but suddenly hesitated, "But...if that's the case...will I never be able to see my sister again?"

　"Silly child," he said, still remembering the warmth of his mother's wings, "you will be the night, and your sister will be the day."

　"You always chase each other and never separate."

　"forever..."

　An Mu reached out to Rose, dark tears running down his face.

　"I can't do it without you, sister..." He murmured softly, "Actually... the starlight outside is not gentle at all. Without Uncle Yi's protection... I would have been destroyed long ago..."

　"They too...without the night...the stars would destroy them..."

　"I love them," An Mu said with a bright smile on her tear-stained face, "because dreams are our shared paradise."

　The real starry sky, the living stars.

　An Mu once thought about how he would become the night.

　And now, following the path forward, he finally found a way.

　""

　Rose's hands continued to tremble as she looked at her brother.

　But in the end, she took a deep breath and clenched her fists tightly.

　"you

　"You idiot..." Rose whispered, "They are not as important to me as you."

　"But..."

　"But if they're important to you, then I'll support you."

　"because..."

　Rose smiled gently at her brother.

　"Sister is responsible for cleaning up the mess..."

　The next second, a glass-like dagger condensed in her hand.

　She plunged the dagger into her chest, and in an instant, ice-blue light gushed out, gradually transitioning into pure daylight.

　The light of day and the light of night merge together, and the boundary between light and darkness becomes increasingly blurred, like a ball of ink spreading on a pale paper.