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

　Soon, her mother gently stroked Vivian's forehead, tucked a strand of hair behind her, and patted her shoulder gently:

　"Let's go, it's time."

　Ancient and solemn courtyard, broad and magnificent square.

　After Vivian followed her mother walking among the ancient buildings for more than ten minutes, she finally saw the familiar figure.

　Perses Xia was standing in the center of the square, chatting with the elders of his family.

　This was the first time Vivian saw so many ice dragons—white-haired, blue-eyed, and almost all of them standing in the square were shed-scale dragons.

　And those ice-blue dragons stood around the square, guarding it like giant statues.

　The Ice Dragon family...are almost all of them shed-scale dragons?

　Vivian recalled the information Xiaomo had shared before: Bahamut, the King of Fire Dragons, once said that there would only be one shed-scale dragon in a tribe, and that was the leader of that tribe.

　But the Ice Dragon family... doesn't seem to be like that...

　why?

　"Sister, mother!"

　From a distance, Vivian saw Perses wave gently, then ran towards the two of them with a smile.

　He first hugged his mother, then squatted down, picked up little Vivian, and turned her around twice.

　"My dear sister, do you miss your brother?" He looked at his good sister with a smile.

　"Hmm!" Vivian realized her smile was sweet. "Brother is very naughty. He even turned around to look at me before defeating the number one swordsman."

　"You really noticed it, sharp-eyed little one," Perses scratched Vivian's cheek, "This time when I come back, I will stay with you for a very long time."

　"Is it really that long?" Vivian tilted her head.

　"Yes," the boy said with a happy smile on his face, "and soon, we won't have to be locked in this garden anymore."

　After saying this, he put Vivian down and turned to look at the family members in the entire square.

　Poerseth cleared his throat, then glanced down at Vivian, as if firming up his resolve, and said:

　"Everyone, I have a proposal when I return to the family today."

　"Please speak

　"Well, Young Master Poerses," an elder nodded, "you defeated Wanzhe, the foremost swordsman in Danzhou, and once again laid the foundation for the family's reputation. You have the right to speak here."

　"it is good."

　Poerseth walked forward, stood in the center of the square, and looked around at the family members around him.

　"Do you remember? Thousands of years ago, the Ice Dragon Emperor ruled over Yanxia, ​​guarding this land in the name of the dragon."

　"Back then, Yanxia was powerful and great. It was a paradise for dragons and humans alike. The cold winds of Mortiheim could not reach us, and the malice from the stars was obscured by the pale blue crescent moon."

　The young man opened his arms, his usual smile gone, the icy flames in his eyes blazing brighter than ever before:

　"But all this beauty lies beneath a shadowy sacrifice! Dragons and humans are sacrificed, and countless skeletons are secretly cast into the sea to form the Dragon Gate of Ascension! The black dragon in the shadows has always controlled this land. The Ice Dragon Emperor single-handedly maintains the balance between destruction and fragility, preventing the scales from tipping."

　"But he ultimately failed," Perses' voice suddenly softened. "After killing the Flame Lord who attempted to rebel, he struggled in agony, desperately hoping to break free from the Dragon Lord's constraints."

　"His rebellion was transformed into a frenzied blood sacrifice, devastating the lives of Yanxia people. The Dragon Lord's servants launched a war between humans and dragons, and scenes of madness spread across the archipelago!"

　"Finally, He died on the top of Mount Dan, pierced by a human spear."

　"His blood flowed into the rivers and seas, and his spirit disappeared into the sky. The Dragon Lord's servants secretly took over Yanxia and declared that they had created the kingdom of man."

　"Blood sacrifices have never ceased even today, thousands of years later, but they have taken on more and more forms: wars, plagues, and ideological trends. Those servants of the Black Dragon have risen to power through cruel means, packaging themselves as glamorous and high-ranking officials, and then, from the shadows, they have cast a silk thread to control everything about Yan Xia."

　"They even used an unknown force to erase the Ice Dragon Emperor's name. History is written by the victors, and they are the victors."

　After saying this, Perses looked around again.

　He saw the sorrow and anger on the faces of his tribesmen, and saw their hands trembling, simply because the scars of the past were being opened once again.

　Finally, his eyes fell on Vivian's face.

　"The Ice Dragon family exists in name only, having become a tool to maintain their rule," he said softly. "My sister may never leave Danzhou. She will never have the chance to visit the world across the sea again."

　“I want to change all that.”

　Perses waved his hand and turned to the elder closest to him.

　"With the victory in this Kendo Tournament, I want to find an opportunity to enter Danzhou Prefecture."

　"Do you want to... launch a coup?" the elder asked tremblingly.

　"That's not the case," Poerseth shook his head. "I can fight ten thousand alone, but not all of my tribe can do that. If anything unexpected happens, my tribe will be on the chopping block again. Only by allowing the Ice Dragon to return to Danzhou Prefecture can we sit at the chessboard again and gain a say."

　"Our enemies may be powerful, but they have at least maintained a semblance of balance. Waging war and causing casualties is completely unnecessary. At least for now, most of the Yanxia people have enough food and clothing. They bask in the sunshine and cannot see the dark side. Even if they are unaware of the impending disaster, there is no need to plunge them into a sea of ​​fire in advance."

　"But if the Ice Dragon family can regain its place in the public opinion hall, at least we can take the first step to change Yan Xia."

　"This is a dangerous idea," an elder shook his head. "Will the Black Dragon allow it?"

　"Because they won't allow it, that proves we're on the right track," Poerseth said firmly. "Or should we let them continue to lock us away in this small garden, treating us like protected animals, exhibited only on holidays? Or, the moment the Skeleton Gate is reshaped, all of Yanxia will become a black dragon's altar, and we will just quietly await destruction?"

　"They won't accept you," another elder also shook his head. "After all, you are an alien."

　""

　Hearing this, Perses was obviously stunned.

　He shook his head helplessly, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth:

　"Maybe, but if the people behind me are all ordinary people, what does it matter if they are aliens?"

　"This process will take a long time. Perhaps I won't see the Ice Dragon family return to the stage in my lifetime, but I will be the beginning. After me, there will always be successors who will continue to move forward and eventually reach our ideal goal."

　"Then our descendants will be free."

　After Poerseth finished speaking, the entire square fell into silence.

　He looked nervously at the tribesmen in front of him, at those pairs of ice-blue eyes.

　One hand was raised, then two hands... four hands... countless hands...

　In the distance, the giant dragon lying on the platform raised its front legs and let out a low roar.

　Someone patted Poerses's shoulder gently. He turned around and saw his mother looking at him with a smile.

　"The whole family supports you," she said. "Go do what you want, son..."

　"Mother..."

　Poerses clenched his fists lightly. At this moment, something was tightly choked by him.

　He took a deep breath and tried to force a smile on his face.

　,road:

　"Please rest assured that I will shoulder the future of the clan."

　That day, a dragon chose to enter the human world, to follow the rules of the game, eager to regain a place for his family.

　This is for the future of the family, for the peace of the people, and even more for...

　"Brother, brother!"

　Vivian jumped up and reached out to touch Perseth.

　Perses smiled lightly, then squatted down and picked her up.

　He turned around with his sister in his arms, facing the ten thousand pairs of eyes in the square, and raised his hands:

　"For the descendants of the Ice Dragon family!"

　For Vivian, he thought to himself.

　After that, Poerseth stayed at home for about a week, and then walked out into the world without looking back.

　He followed the young patriarch of the Xiaolong family. Unlike the Binglong family, the Xiaolong family's daily business was closer to the human world. As a servant of the Ice Dragon family, the young patriarch chose to support Poerses without hesitation and introduced him to the bigwigs of Danzhou Prefecture.

　Vivian rarely saw her brother in the family anymore. He was out most of the time. She often heard family members say that he was having dinner with certain important people or attending certain events. She also often saw Perses Xia's name in the newspapers.

　But Vivian rarely saw him.

　Of course, the two siblings still had secret gathering times, which were usually on nights with a crescent moon. When Vivian was admiring the moon alone in the backyard, her brother would suddenly appear.

　He was no longer wearing a chic white robe. A black dress outlined his features. If it weren't for his ice-blue vertical pupils, he would have looked more like a human than a dragon.

　He always looked tired, but he always smiled and told Vivian that he was fine, and gave Vivian the small gift hidden in his pocket.

　Every once in a while, Poerseth would appear in this manner and spend a few short hours with Vivian in the backyard.

　Soon, "waiting for her brother to come and chat" became the thing Vivian looked forward to most in her childhood.

　Siblings sat on the edge of a cliff, chatting about family matters and the world. A crescent moon cast a cascade of colored glass across the waves of the Storm Ocean, sweeping its fragmented light westward. The sea breeze ruffled the boy and girl's hair, their drifting paths seeming somewhat unbridled.

　From her brother's mouth, Vivian never knew how he was actually doing outside. Every time she asked in detail, she always got answers like "I'm fine" or "Everything is going well".

　Until one day, when Vivian saw her brother late at night, his expression was no longer as calm as before, and his bright eyes were blurred.

　There was no doubt that he was drunk.

　He talked a lot with Vivian, about the big shots' outward respect and hidden coldness, the insults he received from the rude rich boys, and the boring dinners that seemed peaceful on the surface but never achieved their purpose.

　"For three years now, I haven't even been able to enter the gates of Danzhou Prefecture," Poerses rubbed his forehead gently. "This can't go on."

　Looking at her brother who seemed somewhat distraught, Vivian found it hard to connect him with the young man who was so high-spirited at the kendo meeting.

　She carefully stretched out her hand, poked her brother's face, and said:

　"How about...brother come back and rest for a while?"

　"I would too, Vivian, but sorry, maybe it's not the right time..."

　Poerses wiped his face, took a deep breath, and looked towards the other side of the sea.

　"Ever since you were little, you told me you wanted to visit the other side of the ocean. Whenever a merchant ship departing from the harbor disappeared over the horizon, you would always stare intently at it, watching the sails disappear inch by inch."

　"What I want to do is to enable you and every child of the Ice Dragon family to go out into the world," Perses rubbed Vivian's head. "Trust me, brother, okay? I will do it."

　"Silly brother, of course I believe you," Vivian puffed out her cheeks, "Who said anything about missions? I just want you to have a good rest... and no drinking..."

　"Hahahaha...Okay, okay, I'll definitely drink less next time!"

　Perses laughed, and as he laughed his eyes softened.

　"For you, I can do anything." His voice suddenly became extremely gentle.

　That night, the sea breeze was gentle and the moonlight was quiet.

　For Poerseth on the road, it might be a brief respite from anxious days, a period of peace and untainted time.

　At that time, he could never have imagined that the next time he stood on the same sea cliff, he would bury the bones of his entire family.

　He will also send his beloved sister away with his own hands.

　Interlude) Praise, Destruction (Part 2) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　As her memories flowed, the broken scene flashed before Vivian's eyes.

　As the ice flame burned, she saw countless memories that did not belong to her.

　She saw Poerses at the banquet, wearing a neat suit and raising his glass to the dignitaries, but the dignitaries spat at him after he turned around.

　She saw Poerses greet the owner of the palace, but the man secretly cursed him as a "beast disguised as a man" after leaving.

　The young Ice Dragon could not escape the knowledge of those people's actions in secret, but he just turned away silently, pretending that he didn't see anything.

　"Don't try to make friends with me! Gu Long!" In the room, Linkmu crossed his legs. "In Danzhou, when it comes to tobacco, my word is mine, and there's no going back, so I don't need any friends!"

　"Feel sorry

　"I can't talk to you," said the new prefect, Zuo Shangtang, as he passed by Poerseth in the corridor, ignoring his greeting. "You... take care of yourself!"

　""

　Inequality, contempt, Poerseth saw arrogance and fear in the eyes of those people.

　He has seen all kinds of human beings, but has never fallen into the cold eyes of the forest.

　A dragon walks alone among alien races, working hard for the future of his race, all alone.

　Perhaps the gods have always been watching this hard-working young man. As Perses's reputation in Yanxia's world of fame and fortune grows, many people, both in public and among the people, are willing to speak up for him.

　They all agreed that a swordsmanship genius that only appears once in a thousand years should not waste his talent in the kendo competition, but deserves a broader stage to display his talents.