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

　"Are you worried about the dragon, Mr. Cha?"

　Ms. Cha turned around and saw that Saint Shikoti Amura had come to her side without her knowing.

　"Have those wild animals really been tamed?" he asked.

　"Don't worry, they are very docile animals," Xingmo smiled, "and they won't pose too much of a threat."

　"How astonishing..." Mr. Cha nodded. "It took the Yanxia people a thousand years to drive the dragons away from the coastal waters. Only a handful of people can command the dragons."

　Only a few? Xing Mo caught the key words and asked:

　"Is there anyone in Yanxia who can control a dragon?"

　"It's okay to tell you," Mr. Tea nodded. "They are called Jiedushi, and they come from Licheng, the capital of the eastern island. They are agents of the Renyantang and possess the power to control dragons."

　"Their primary responsibility is to maintain stability among the archipelagos. Each Jiedushi's status is equivalent to that of a Dragon King, and some even surpass them. They not only possess private armies but also possess independent law enforcement powers."

　"There are currently nine active Jiedushi: Qiuniu, Yazi, Chaofeng, Pulao, Suanni, Baxia, Bi'an, Fuxi, and Chiwen."

　"A dragon gives birth to nine sons." Xing Mo murmured.

　The nine names Mr. Cha mentioned are the "Nine Sons of the Dragon" in Yanxia legend, that is, the nine descendants of the Dragon King.

　The power to harness the dragon...is this related to the dragon attack just now?

　Excluding interference from other factors...there is a high probability that there is.

　Xingmo looked at the rippling waves outside the window and watched the dragons shuttling through the ocean currents.

　Mr. Cha's ability to share this information without reservation is also a display of his strength.

　If there really is an individual who can control a monster of the level of the Dragon King, there is no doubt that even Xing Mo will have a hard time dealing with it.

　Not to mention, there seem to be nine such individuals.

　It turns out to be more interesting...Yan Xia...

　Xingmo smiled gently, greeted Mr. Cha, left the bridge and went directly to Alice's room.

　Aurora didn't return to the boat. The little girl said she wanted to continue sailing on the sea with Bai Ling, and called Xingmo to come over later.

　There’s nothing I can do. The little girl loves to play, so I can only play with her.

　However, before that, Xingmo wanted to go and check on the situation of Senior Alice and Vivian.

　""

　In front of the cabin door, Xingmo knocked gently and then waited.

　After a few seconds, the door opened by itself, and warm light came out from inside.

　Xing Mo pushed open the door and saw that the room was dark, the porthole was drawn, and only a small fireball was hanging on the ceiling.

　Alice was sitting upright by the bed, making a "hush" gesture to Xingmo.

　On her legs, Vivian was sleeping, looking very peaceful.

　Xingmo walked up to the senior, squatted down, and looked at the sleeping Vivian.

　"Is she okay?" Xingmo said in a low voice.

　"fine."

　Alice smiled gently, then reached out and tapped Xingmo's forehead.

　"Ouch, why did you hit me?"

　"You are so powerful that you have made my little dragon girl unhappy." Alice chuckled and shook her head.

　Hearing what Senior Alice said, Xing Mo was stunned for a moment, then he roughly guessed what was going on.

　She looked at Vivian's sleeping face and thought that such a journey must be very difficult for her.

　Return to the hometown in the fragmented memories and face your own kind.

　Those who are searching for their hometown are always bound by the reflection of the past.

　Isn't it the same for Xingmo?

　"It's okay, it will be fine." Xingmo said.

　"Yeah, it'll be fine."

　Alice nodded and made another shushing gesture.

　"Now, let her

　Have a good sleep.”

　The distant sea, the waves, and the light mist.

　An inconspicuous raft was floating, rising and falling with the waves.

　The man standing on the raft was wearing a black straw raincoat and a conical hat. He was so skinny that it seemed as if a wave could break him apart.

　He leaned on a bent Jianmu crutch and watched the ironclad ship sailing towards the east from afar, his scarlet pupils flashing under his bamboo hat.

　"A saint, a star."

　Someone whispered behind him.

　"It's impressive to sever the light of fate," the man said in a hoarse voice, "a holy war."

　"What about the little ice dragon? Is she suitable as a sacrifice?"

　"Contrary to the prophecy, she is weak, like an ant," the man replied. "Do it yourself. I will slit her throat."

　"...Follow your path, Chiwen."

　"According to the order."

　Jiedushi Chiwen gently tapped the Jianmu scepter, and for a moment, the surrounding waves gradually calmed down.

　After the ironclad ship completely disappeared on the horizon, he struck his cane again, and the waves accompanied the ship, pushing Him towards the east.

　...END...

Chapter 384: Danzhou Ancient City and Oil-Paper Umbrella Rain of Danzhou

　Danzhou-Yan Xia

　The moon was dark, the wind was strong, and the rain was pouring down.

　On the cliff, the ruins of the abandoned villa lay silent in the heavy rain. Its former splendor was no longer there, and only the weeping sound of the strong wind blowing through the hall remained.

　Four months ago, this villa was destroyed by Gu Longshou single-handedly, and no one survived.

　After the investigation was completed, the villa and the surrounding territory were temporarily sealed off, waiting for the next wealthy owner to purchase and renovate it.

　However, no one dared to touch this villa. After the tragedy four months ago, the urban legend of the ancient dragon hunter spread throughout Danzhou, spreading the silent blue terror in people's hearts.

　Today, the villa is considered an ominous place of death, with grass and vines gradually climbing over its remains.

　""

　"Boom!"

　Amidst the flashes of thunder, a steam car drove through the mud and stopped at the door of the villa.

　A man wearing a beast mask and a Yan Xia-style dress got out of the car, held up an umbrella, and walked through the courtyard in front of the villa.

　His face was hidden by a mask, but his steps revealed the panic in his heart. As he walked through the courtyard where the evil wind was blowing, he wanted to run straight through it, and his black leather shoes were covered with mud.

　""

　The man ran into the burned villa, folded his umbrella, and gasped for breath.

　The villa was completely dark. After adjusting to the light, the blackened walls could be vaguely seen. The hallway was a mess. Although the bodies of the victims had been removed, dried bloodstains still remained.

　"Is anyone there?" the man summoned his courage and shouted, "I'm here! I'm here alone!"

　""

　No one responded to him, only the whistling wind passed through the hall, carrying with it ghostly howls.

　"Damn it..." the man cursed, "It's so unlucky, this kind of damn place... I..."

　"No one will bother us here."

　Along with the sound of footsteps, a pair of pale blue vertical pupils lit up on the spiral staircase not far away.

　He was a man in a black robe, walking down the spiral staircase step by step, his ice-blue pupils looking like will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness.

　The man was stunned for a moment, then immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly:

　"The Reborn Dragon... You are the Reborn Dragon... Ah... It's really you... Black Wood didn't deceive us..."

　Accompanied by the sound of kowtow, Yuechen slowly walked to the man.

　He lowered his head, looked at the humble man, smiled and said:

　"As a servant, you should have faith."

　"I... I will believe..." The man raised his head with a flattering look on his face. "After this incident... can I join... join the servants?"

　"Of course," Yuechen's voice was hoarse, "On the condition that... you make sure to complete the mission..."

　As he said this, Yue Chen took out a scroll from his sleeve and threw it on the ground.

　The man picked up the scroll and tried to open it, but was immediately stopped by a shout:

　"Did you see it?"

　"No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's my fault... It's my fault!"

　The man kowtowed on the ground so quickly that blood stains appeared on the ground, and the sound was like thunder outside the window.

　Looking at the man's humble appearance, a trace of disgust flashed across Yue Chen's face.

　"Alright, don't let the scroll be stained with blood..." he whispered, "This scroll contains a secret power... It can free the Dragon Lord from his confinement... allowing Him to reappear in the world..."

　"The Black Dragon Society has lain dormant in the shadows of history for long enough. Now, we should allow the Lord's eternal darkness to descend once again."

　"Do your best..." Yuechen kicked the man, "Don't let the Black Dragon Society down again."

　After saying this, Yuechen's figure disappeared with a flash of ice-blue light.

　But the man didn't seem to realize this. He kowtowed frantically, and the sound of his head hitting the floor blended with the sound of raindrops outside the window.

　On the third day of sailing at sea, the outline of the earth gradually appeared on the horizon.

　After tearing open the rift, Xingmo and Aurora came to the bow of the Academi and looked out at the land from afar.

　After three days of crossing the entire Ocean of Storms, they finally

　Finally reached a civilization outside the continent of Vesta.

　"Wow--"

　In the distant sea, Erlum swooped down quickly and grabbed a large fish from the bottom of the sea. He passed by the side of the Academi and flapped his huge wings to fly towards the archipelago.

　Yanxia, ​​the Dragon Empire, a mysterious country in the East.

　For wild dragons living in the Messina-Academi region, they usually fly to the Summer Islands in August and September each year to avoid the extremely cold storms blowing from Mortiheim.

　That continent is the origin of dragons. It is said that before the crazy era at the end of the Age of Gods, the Dark Moon Dragon's palace was located in the center of the archipelago. From the top of the palace, you can even see Vesta on the other side.

　Facing this ancient land, Aurora made her first declaration:

　"We're going to eat all the delicious food there!"

　""

　Xing Mo looked at the high-spirited little evil god speechlessly, then raised his hand, and the mark of the Tree of Life flashed.

　Then, the dragons following the Academi scattered and dived into the depths of the ocean.

　"...I will cruise around the archipelago and be responsible for managing your new followers..." Bai Ling's voice echoed from the bottom of Xing Mo's heart, "...Ah...I'm sorry...It's not your follower, Miss Saint, it's the Lord of the Disaster Angel..."

　"I'm the Dragon King too!" Aurora made a "Yeah" gesture towards Xingmo.

　"Little Dragon King, Little Dragon King," Xingmo rubbed Aurora's head, "Spit out a stream of water and see?"

　"Ouch, there's no water."

　"You're stupid."

　""