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

　Poerses suddenly didn't understand why he had to spend so much time to build good relationships with humans.

　If everything was destined to end in violence, why play by their rules in the first place?

　Do humans prefer destruction to civilization?

　""

　Amidst his chaotic thoughts, Perses finally saw the front door of his house.

　The gate had been broken down, and four or five Black Dragon Society servants were guarding it.

　"bass----"

　Swords flashed, heads fell to the ground, and Perses rushed into the house and rushed to the shelter of his mother and sister.

　The hall was in a mess, with blood and broken ice everywhere. It was obvious that a fierce battle had taken place not long ago.

　Poerseth didn't find Vivian, but he found his mother.

　Or what's left of the mother.

　He knelt tremblingly before the headless corpse, his mouth slightly open.

　A stinging pain in the back of the neck.

　Tiny icy flames flickered on his mother's hand. Poerseth reached out his trembling hand and touched it gently.

　He saw a flash of black light, heard wild laughter, and heard his mother's screams.

　The man named Lin Yu... He grabbed my mother's head... lifted her up... and then...

　""

　Poerseth staggered to his feet and turned his head, his ice-blue pupils empty and lifeless.

　"Guanhai Pavilion..." he murmured, "Vivian is in Guanhai Pavilion..."

　As his sister's face flashed through his mind, Perses's expression suddenly became ferocious.

　He suddenly stepped out, crashed through the wall with a "bang", and ran quickly towards the sea cliff.

　The burning sensation on the back of his neck grew stronger, his scales stood up straight, and a surging ice-blue light continued to gush out as he ran.

　He roared through the family's territory like a gust of wind, with broken images flashing back in his mind.

　Under the moon, on the cliff, and with promises.

　The sea was filled with sailboats, but they were not here to take Vivian to the other side.

　The ice dragon fell from the sky and into the sea. The dragon died in the ocean current and its blood dyed the sea red.

　Unspeakable madness washed over Poerseth's mind, and he felt himself falling apart bit by bit.

　He no longer remembered how much flesh and blood was torn along the way.

　He couldn't remember how many souls he had swallowed into his mouth.

　Sea-viewing Pavilion.

　Seaview Pavilion...

　Sea-viewing Pavilion!

　""

　After an unknown amount of time, Perses finally arrived at the edge of the sea cliff.

　He saw Erlum from a distance.

　The ice-blue dragon was guarding Guanhaiting with its head held high.

　And in the pavilion behind him, Perses saw Vivian.

　The little girl was hugging her knees, facing the sea. Poerseth couldn't see the expression on her face, but he could see the trembling in her shoulders.

　“Vivian…!”

　His cries had never been so urgent. He wanted to hug her, his only relative left in this world, his only flesh and blood.

　But at this moment, a roar came from above.

　"Buzzing..."

　Poerseth suddenly raised his head and saw a vortex in the black clouds. A twisted black dragon hung down from the vortex, with a scarlet cyst beating on its head.

　The moment he saw the dragon, even Perses felt an unprecedented pressure.

　He knew what it was—the Black Dragon Servant of the Black Dragon Society, the Dragon Lord's divine follower, and also His most twisted creation.

　After sacrificing his arms when the servant died, Poerseth vaguely anticipated the arrival of the Black Dragon Servant, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

　Its arrival is to spread the unknown over this land, and it wants to completely wipe out the existence of the Ice Dragon family.

　From the history of this world.

　This is a grand blood sacrifice, in which the entire ice dragon family is sacrificed, and the sacrifice itself will be buried in the fog of the unknown.

　Throughout history, how many countries have been submerged in this way, Poerseth has no way of knowing.

　Reason told Poerseth that he could never fight this monster again.

　so...

　The only way...

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

　Perses roared, stretched out his hand, and completely detonated all the madness in his body.

　He could feel the last bit of his spiritual power being drained away, condensing into a string at his fingertips.

　The string of truth.

　Even for a possessor of the ancient dragon bloodline that only appears once in a thousand years, for Poerseth, plucking the String of Truth is almost like self-mutilation.

　But Poerseth no longer cared.

　His last remaining thought was to send his sister away from here.

　Sent to...the future...

　"buzz"

　As the string light rippled, Vivian turned her head and saw a huge black dragon descending from the sky.

　She saw her brother before the dragon fell to the ground. In just a brief glance, she caught a glimpse of the gentlest smile she had ever seen in her life.

　"Goodbye," she saw her brother mouth the words.

　The next second, a black mist swept in, instantly engulfing the entire territory of the Ice Dragon family.

　Vivian only felt Erlum hugging her, and then, her existing cognition was shattered -

　——The unknown first erodes memory.

　Before her existence was erased, the String of Truth activated, and ice-blue light exploded, submerging Vivian.

　Her figure disappeared.

　""

　"Cough cough..."

　Poerseth fell to his knees, coughing up specks of blood.

　He raised his head with difficulty, and saw that everything around him was shrouded in black fog, flying towards the sky like melted watercolors, and then being bound by some kind of gravity to gather and fly towards the direction of the Black Dragon Servant.

　The giant dragon is devouring everything with unknown authority.

　Poerses wanted to pick up his sword to fight back, but for the first time in his life, he couldn't lift the sword.

　He knew that most of the family members were already dead, and even those who were not dead would soon be swallowed up by the black fog.

　""

　Silent tears streamed down Poerses' cheeks, dripping onto the ground that spread like oil paint, and then became part of the chaotic color mass.

　Dreams always have an end.

　He had such a long dream and saw so many bizarre illusions.

　He dreamed that dragons and humans could live in harmony, and that he was sitting at a table, fighting for the rights of his family on an equal footing.

　why?

　The Ice Dragon Emperor died in a dream, and the last descendant of the Ice Dragon family who luckily survived... will he also die in a dream?

　The end of this beautiful dream is the nightmare of eternal reincarnation.

　why?

　After he sheathed his fangs, those humans bared their fangs, grinning and setting their world on fire.

　But in the beginning, the dragon was the one with fangs.

　why?

　""

　Poerses's consciousness gradually became blurred. He could feel his body being melted by the unknown, and decomposed bit by bit into the most basic information units.

　At the very end, Vivian's smile appeared in his mind.

　She will drift in time, maybe ten years later, maybe a hundred years later, she will wake up in the world on the other side of the sea with new memories.

　At that time, she was no longer a member of the Ice Dragon family, but she would still walk on the clan's mission.

　Ah... Vivian...

　If I could meet you again...what would I say...?

　Will I keep my promise and spend the entire summer happily with you at home? Or will I chat with you on the cliffs every night when the crescent moon is high in the sky?

　Ah... Vivian...

　I want to see you...my sister...

　""

　"You want to see her, don't you?"

　"!"

　Perses suddenly opened his eyes and met a pair of golden pupils.

　An angel with six black wings hangs in the black miasma, its golden eyes shining like stars.

　"Are you willing?" the angel whispered.

　""

　Poerses looked at the angel for a moment and said softly:

　"Not reconciled."

　"Ancient blood flows in you," she whispered again. "You are a link in the chain of destiny, but your family died like maggots on the roadside."

　"Please guide me." Perses whispered.

　""

　The angel slowly descended to him, stretched out his hand, and gently touched his head.

　She leaned over, leaned close to Poerseth's ear, and said softly:

　"Be my sword, my executioner, my..."

　"Sacrifice..."

　""

　Unknown angels, unknown promises, unknown future.

　But Perses raised his head and said softly:

　"Can you tell me your name?"

　"Cain." The angel smiled.