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

　That's Xingmo.

　""

　The moment the narwhal broke through the waves, the dragon caught sight of her figure and wanted to control the strong wind to crush her.

　However, the Dragon King found that he could no longer control the storm: all the wind strings were captured by another, more magnificent song, and were no longer under his control -

　——That is the whale song, the whale song sung by the whale group together.

　""

　The Dragon King lowered his head in astonishment. At that moment, he looked at the girl standing on the whale's back.

　He looked into those golden eyes—the golden light in them stretched out this moment for a very long time, as if it were eternal.

　The next second, Xingmo raised his wand and shouted:

　"Lachesis Nocturne!"

　"boom----"

　The branch-like golden lightning tore through the storm and instantly hit the Dragon King's head.

　The huge monster with a terrifying body suddenly leaned back, swayed a few times in the turbulent wind, and then fell powerlessly into the sea.

　he died.

　one strike.

Chapter 383: Clouds on the Sea (Part 6) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The moment the Dragon King died, the sea shrouded in storms suddenly became silent.

　The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sunlight shone through the clouds and fell on the gradually calming sea.

　""

　Xing Mo stood on Bai Ling's back, turned his head, and looked calmly at the dragons that had stopped moving at the same time.

　They stared at Xingmo intently, and the scales on both sides of their bodies trembled.

　Just when everyone thought that the group of dragons were about to attack Xingmo, a corpse floated up on the sea.

　That is the corpse of the Dragon King.

　"Your Dragon King is dead." Xing Mo said calmly.

　She raised her hand, and the mark of the Tree of Life lit up on the back of her hand, and a faint green light quickly swept across the sea.

　Something deep in the dragons' souls was broken. They stood up straight on the sea surface, then bowed their heads respectfully to Xingmo.

　For a time, hundreds of dragons made the pilgrimage.

　""

　In the sky, on Erlum's back, Vivian stared at the scene blankly.

　She watched as the powerful enemy, whom she had never been able to defeat even with her burning soul, was killed by Xing Mo with one strike - a strike that was as light as the breeze.

　""

　Vivian lowered her head and pursed her lips slightly.

　"Let's go..." She patted Erum's back gently, her voice low.

　"As expected, these dragons are just simple beasts."

　At the bow of the Academi, Aurora waved her fingers, and a green halo flowed among the motionless dragons.

　"Their intelligence is about the same as a three or four-year-old human child," Aurora turned to look at Xingmo. "To be honest... they're a bit dumb."

　"Don't they have any control measures like curses?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Not at all," Aurora shook her head. "They're just plain stupid..."

　"Where is the Dragon King?" Xing Mo turned his head.

　At this moment, a row of wizards stood on the side of the ironclad ship, holding their wands, and the purple light lifted the body of the Dragon King out from under the sea.

　On the other side, a requisitioned fishing boat departing from Messina Port was docking, and on it stood several members of the Second Section of the Extraordinary Department.

　Field staff are directing the process of securing the Dragon King on the fishing boat.

　Looking at the Dragon King's corpse, Aurora shook her head:

　"He also shows no signs of being controlled. From what we've observed, he even possesses a very high level of intelligence."

　"So, a Dragon King with a high level of intelligence, controlling his subjects, whose average intelligence is that of a three or four-year-old child, inexplicably attacked an ironclad ship?"

　Xing Mo touched his chin lightly, feeling that this seemed a little unlikely.

　"If they were simply plundering passing ships, the average strength of the dragons wouldn't have chosen such a formidable iron can. But that dragon king seemed determined to fight the ironclad warship..."

　"I think it has something to do with the Xiaolong family's head," Aurora stretched, "Ruan Lili."

　Half an hour ago, after killing the Dragon King, Xingmo and Aurora had a conversation with Admiral William.

　The admiral provided a key piece of information: when the Dragon King was exerting his full strength, Ruan Lili suggested that they use the "enchanted" naval guns to fire into the sky in order to request Yan Xia's support.

　You know, at that time, the Dragon King could cast that magic with at least seven strings on the sea at any time. How could Yan Xia be rescued in time?

　"This may be a test," Xingmo whispered, "We must be more vigilant when we arrive in Danzhou."

　At this moment, Xingmo suddenly felt something flashing on the sea in the distance.

　She turned her head and scanned the hundreds of miles of sea, but noticed nothing.

　"Is there something strange?" Aurora asked.

　"Maybe it just... feels wrong."

　Xingmo shook his head:

　"Let's go and say hello to the clerk across the street."

　At the stern, Vivian was sitting on the deck, playing with her fingernails.

　Erlum was hovering in front of her, nudging her face gently with his big head.

　"I'm fine," Vivian gently touched Erlum's nose, "Go find something to eat. I'll be alone for a while."

　Erlum let out a coquettish sound, then flapped his wings and flew towards the distant sea.

　Vivian finally got some space to be alone. She pursed her lips slightly, and kept recalling the scene when Xingmo killed the Dragon King with one blow.

　At that time, she had tried her best, and even Erum had fought alongside her to barely get close to the Dragon King in such a storm.

　At the moment when she was stopped by the wind pressure, Vivian was overwhelmed by a complete feeling of powerlessness.

　Yes, she had faced enemies more dangerous and cunning than the Dragon King, and she was fully confident that she could take Alice away from the Dragon King safely.

　But can she escape every time?

　If the next time, the price of her escape is sacrificing Alice, she will have to watch everything she longs to protect burn.

　What should she do? Keep running?

　In an instant, the burning Citadel appeared before Vivian's eyes again.

　She thought again of the main entrance of Maple Leaf Palace, where the ancient dragon hunter was looking down at her, and the shadow of his vertical pupils overlapped with that of the Dragon King.

　Behind the ancient dragon is the Maple Leaf Palace, and that is Alice that Vivian wants to protect.

　But that day, she was defeated and fled in embarrassment.

　From the first fragment of her shattered past... she has been running away...

　"Vivian! Run! Erlum! Take her away! Now!"

　escape...

　Vivian doesn't want to run away anymore...

　But, she is not Xingmo, and cannot use her magic wand to play the melody of fate?

　She can't even control her own destiny.

　On the deck, Vivian curled up, hugged her knees, and sobbed softly.

　""

　After an unknown amount of time, a wave of warm air came from behind her, warming her body.

　Someone walked over step by step, squatted behind her, and patted her shoulder gently.

　"My crazy girl," Alice whispered in Vivian's ear, "so depressed?"

　Vivian wiped her face, then turned around and forced a smile.

　"I'm... a little tired... guh!"

　Before she could finish her words, Alice kissed her deeply.

　Golden flames rose around her, drying the girl's wet clothes, but the fire was not as fierce as the red-haired girl in front of her.

　After a long time, the two separated. Vivian stared blankly at Alice, who was smiling in front of her. She swallowed her saliva and spoke hesitantly:

　"Alice...I..."

　"Don't tell me," Alice shook her head gently. "I know... you're confused... you're doubting, but this is all normal."

　"I'm not a capable person. I can't answer your questions or resolve your doubts, and I don't think I can resolve the distress in your heart."

　"But you have to remember one thing: no matter what happens, I'm behind you."

　After saying that, Alice reached out her hand, chuckled, and tapped Vivian's nose.

　"You're crying."

　"No...no..." Vivian choked and wiped away her tears, "It's...it's an allergy..."

　"What could a dragon be allergic to?"

　"...you."

　The girl's laughter drifted from the deck to the sky, to the clouds after the rain.

　On the sea, the clouds are drifting.

　After completing the loading, the fishing boat dragged the body of the Dragon King towards the academy.

　The corpse of such an extraordinary creature will undoubtedly be an invaluable treasure, whether used as extraordinary raw materials or as a scientific

　Research purposes, are very valuable.

　Before the Dragon King's body was taken away, Xingmo climbed onto his back and picked a sharp scale from the back of his neck.

　The scale shone with a strange color, and its edge was as translucent as a gem, with faint shimmering colors visible within.

　This is the reverse scale of the dragon king.

　There is an old saying in Yanxia: "A dragon has a reverse scale; anyone who touches it will die." A dragon has a reverse scale on its back and neck; anyone who touches it will be regarded as an enemy by the dragon and killed immediately.

　The Yanxia people use this sentence to describe human defects and weaknesses, but in fact, the reverse scale is not a defect, but an external organ grown by dragons under the extraordinary system.

　Its interior is filled with rich supernatural essence and is connected to the dragon's spirit.

　Touching it can cause the dragon's blood to boil, and make the extraordinary essence in the dragon's body burn violently.

　Xing Mo planned to give this unique reverse scale as a gift to Danzhou Prefecture.

　This is a greeting gift and also a signal: regardless of whether the attack of the Dragon King is related to the Yanxia people, Xingmo has the ability to resolve it.

　Only equal deterrence can make the subsequent cooperation between the two sides smoother.

　""

　After a brief maintenance, the Academi continued its journey towards the Ocean of Storms, braving the wind and waves.

　On the bridge, Mr. Cha gazed at the sea outside the window - hundreds of dragons and narwhals were moving forward with the Academi, with a mighty momentum, like an army.

　Those dragons... surrendered to the saint...

　He recalled what he had seen through the rain not long ago: icy flames streaked across the sky, golden light tore through the dark clouds, and gold and blue shone brightly in the storm.

　Everything from ancient times is returning.

　""