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

　"The candidate has already fallen into your hands," Yuechen smiled, "Well, see you later."

　His figure disappeared inch by inch in the darkness, and soon, Xing Mo was the only one left in the entire dark space.

　""

　Candidate...Xingmo's expression suddenly became much more serious.

　Of course she knew who Yuechen was referring to as the "candidate".

　Below the Howling Fortress, the prison.

　Poerses Xia stood in the center of the string magic circle, his body bound by chains.

　The string array suppressed the spiritual energy in the air, making it impossible for him to use it to complete the dragon's words. The handcuffs on his hands bound his bloodline, making it impossible for him to transform into a dragon.

　But even so, Perses did not show any panic. He just stood quietly in the center of the string magic circle, his ice-blue vertical pupils looking at the dozens of soldiers who were on high alert outside the cage.

　He knew that he would not stay in the cage for long.

　"Do you want the Ancient Dragon Hunter to lead the way?"

　A few minutes later, when the dream of the black scroll dissipated and Xingmo relayed Yuechen's words, Vivian fell silent.

　Alice then pressed on:

　"Xiao Mo, based on your judgment, do you think you can trust Yue Chen?"

　"I can't believe it," Xing Mo shook his head. "He's very cunning. Even Cain was fooled by him. I don't think I can easily grasp his behavior."

　Given the huge information gap, it is impossible to try to speculate on Yuechen's intentions and subsequent arrangements.

　But there is one thing Xing Mo can be sure of - no matter what attitude Yue Chen shows, what he wants to do must be beneficial to himself.

　For example, raising the Gate of Corpses.

　"But we can use him in return," Xingmo said, "In terms of combat power alone, Yuechen can't even beat the little ancestor before he had dual authority."

　"Just abuse me as you like." Aurora said lazily.

　"Trying to use that guy... I have a bad feeling..." Vivian muttered.

　"But if he can reach a consensus with us on resolving the Dragon Lord issue, at least for now, we should cooperate with him and then act accordingly."

　After Xingmo finished speaking, Vivian raised her head and licked her lips.

　"The Dragon Lord is the direct cause of the Ice Dragon family's downfall," she whispered. "If you want to go after Him, I have no objection."

　"Our motives are unquestionable, whether it's regarding Xiaomo or Vivian," Alice nodded. "However, I think the one who should be evaluated the most is the Ancient Dragon Hunter."

　She turned to Vivian, gently held her hand, and said softly:

　"Vivian, do you think the Ancient Dragon Hunter can be trusted? Just follow your intuition."

　"I..."

　Vivian swallowed her saliva, she recalled the experience on the Naihe Bridge, and recalled fighting side by side with Gu Longshou.

　There was no doubt that he was his blood relative, and this sense of familiarity was irreplaceable.

　But Vivian couldn't ignore all the sins he committed, let alone ignore them indirectly just because it was "profitable".

　Ultimately...

　"He's a poor dragon," Vivian whispered. "All he thinks about is revenge. That fire has consumed him long ago, and he doesn't care what he does."

　"But if the enemy is the Dragon Lord, I believe he will definitely stand on our side."

　Vivian took a deep breath and looked around at everyone in the room, a hint of determination between her brows.

　"I think we could give it a try," she said. "At least, we have to talk to him."

Chapter 422 Ancient Dragon Language (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　A temporary tent outside the Howling Fort.

　Pulling open the tent curtain, Xingmo walked into the darkness alone.

　In the dark tent, Xing Mo heard the faint sound of a piano, and a golden light flickered where the music was playing - it was a pair of golden vertical pupils.

　Xingmo slowly walked up to Qiuniu, pulled out a chair and sat down.

　"Is the Ancient Dragon Hunter sure he won't escape?"

　"No, I prepared his shackles myself," Qiuniu chuckled. "Congratulations, Miss Shikoti Amura, the contract between us is complete..."

　. "

　"Then, can you give me the file of Haishang Yun?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Of course. The files will be retrieved from the Lidu Renyan Hall soon. It will probably take... about a week," Qiuniu explained to Xingmo in a low voice while playing the piano. "Please rest assured. Even if I die within this week, the Renyan Hall will definitely deliver the confidential files to you."

　A week... well, considering how confidential the files are, it's not that long.

　Xing Mo nodded thoughtfully, then continued:

　"Next, you plan to enter the Abyss of Eternal Darkness, right?"

　Qiuniu did not directly answer Xingmo's question. He swept his pale and slender fingers across the strings and whispered:

　"Father God has been wailing for so long. His long-cherished wish should be fulfilled."

　"Your goal is also to kill Him," Xingmo's eyes became sharper, "right?"

　"It seems that the reborn dragon has told you a lot of secrets," Qiuniu smiled. "Yes, this plan is to control the situation in Danzhou and thus bring the Abyss of Eternal Darkness under my control."

　"By the way, kick out all your brothers and sisters." Xing Mo nodded slightly.

　"They have different understandings of the Father's will, but most of them are misunderstandings," Qiuniu smiled. "He doesn't desire to bring His power to this world. He desires rest and sleep, nothing more."

　Qiuniu said, stopped playing the harp, and stretched out his hand towards Xingmo:

　"Well, it seems like it's time to continue our contract, doesn't it?"

　"You mean killing the Dragon Lord?" Xing Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then the previous conditions are not enough."

　Unconsciously, Xing Mo has learned the method of taking advantage of others: even if his goal is the same as the other party's, he will use it to take advantage of them!

　It won’t hurt to give it a try anyway.

　As expected, Qiuniu nodded slightly and said:

　"You are the only one who can open the Abyss of Eternal Darkness without paying any price. If I were to do it, the large-scale ritual magic I would need to prepare would probably take decades... Therefore, the upcoming cooperation will be very beneficial to Yan Xia."

　"So, the reward we offer is also very generous: Yan Xia Danzhou will become the permanent ally of the city of Akademi and will unconditionally support the city in the ever-changing situation."

　"At the same time, we will vigorously develop the construction of the East City District of the Academy City, provide supplies for the reconstruction of the Academy City, and provide humanitarian assistance to the refugees in the Academy City as much as possible."

　"How about this condition?"

　After Qiuniu finished speaking, Xingmo was secretly surprised.

　Well... this is indeed a very good condition. After all, the Academy's open enemy is a Machiavellian enemy. Even if the Golden King is seriously injured, a war is only a matter of time.

　Yan Xia was willing to choose a side at this time, so Xuecheng could be said to have made a fortune.

　Well, there is nothing to hesitate about. If we go any further, it would be a bit too much.

　So, Xingmo nodded, smiled and stretched out her hand:

　"Then let us wish you a happy cooperation."

　"I look forward to working with you."

　Qiuniu shook Xingmo's hand and then continued:

　"But it seems that the situation is not as optimistic as imagined."

　"Tell me in detail." Xing Mo said.

　"The fleets of Yazi and Chiwen just met. They communicated in the real dimension, so I don't know the content."

　Qiuniu said, gently stroking the strings of the zither:

　"However, after that meeting, the two fleets began to deploy along the coastline of Danzhou, forming a siege."

　"Are they preparing to attack?" Xingmo asked.

　"To be precise, they planned to attack after the Abyss of Eternal Darkness was opened," Qiuniu nodded slightly. "My brothers will not miss the opportunity to obtain the power of the Father God. In fact, if the Nine Sons of the Dragon had not formed a stable structure over the past thousand years, they would have been eager to try long ago."

　"What greedy brothers and sisters," Xing Mo muttered, "Can you handle the front battlefield?"

　"My reinforcements will arrive soon. As I said, the nine sons of the dragon are in a state of checks and balances. It's not just Ya Zi and Chi Wen who can unite," Qiu Niu smiled. "I will provide assistance for your journey into the abyss, but for the most part, you'll have to rely on your strength."

　"Then it's okay for me to hire people?" Xing Mo said.

　"Just pick whatever you want." said Qiuniu.

　"Very well, I want Perses Shah. His String of Truth can help us find the location of the Dragon Lord."

　"no problem."

　Qiuniu agreed so readily that even Xingmo was a little surprised.

　But think about it carefully...If it weren't for the fact that Perses was useful, Qiuniu should have killed him long ago after he committed so many crimes, right?

　And Poerses probably knew that he would not die, so he revealed such a big flaw and allowed Xingmo to capture him.

　They are all a bunch of thousand-year-old foxes.

　"Of course, there are conditions for setting Poerses free," Qiuniu said. "He has completely transformed into a demon burning his own soul. If we follow human logic, after killing the Dragon Lord, he still needs to stand trial and ultimately atone for his sins with his life."

　"If he agrees, then use him."

　"Well, I'll convey that."

　Xing Mo nodded, stood up, and nodded slightly to Qiuniu.

　Then she turned and left the tent.

　After walking out of the tent, a light cold wind blew, carrying with it the lingering smoke from the battlefield.

　The Battle of Howling Fort can be said to be a war destined to go down in history. With the transformation of the dragon boat as the trigger, the warlords who had been entrenched in the central plains of Danzhou for many years were uprooted.

　At the same time, Qiuniu also vaguely hinted to the world about the existence of the Black Dragon Society. This mysterious force hidden in the shadows has now finally fallen into a passive situation.

　""

　Xing Mo walked across the grass. The wind under the dark clouds surged, bringing a slight coolness to her.

　It really feels like a lifetime ago. It hasn't been long since I came to Danzhou, but I have suddenly become a witness to history.

　Xing Mo exhaled a breath of foul air, feeling the holy bell that was always in her chest vibrate slightly.

　Was all this also planned by the goddess? Leading her to Danzhou, letting her participate in history, and then carrying the long-sounding Star Sea Bell to the abyss where the Dragon Lord hid.

　So what then? What will happen after this?

　These threads of fate pulled her forward continuously, but never showed her the end.

　""

　Just as Xing Mo's mind was full of thoughts, she suddenly felt a strange movement in the spiritual world.

　The next second, she saw the gate of Wuthering Heights Castle being knocked open, and four or five people in black robes rushed out from inside.

　——He is a member of the Black Dragon Society!

　They had apparently been hiding in a safe chamber in the castle, waiting until the outside world was safe before escaping via a short spirit walk.

　"Raise your guns! Shoot them!"

　In the distance, the patrol guarding the door belatedly raised the spear in his hand, infusing it with fierceness. The strings of fire played and gathered at the tip of the spear, and then fired out all at once -

　"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

　Amidst the beams of fire, the members of the Black Dragon Society dodged nimbly, like ghosts walking in the dark.

　They quickly ran for some distance, and then dark mist emerged from the air.

　They plan to use the Netherworld to escape capture!

　Xingmo subconsciously raised her wand, wanting to stop them, but then an idea suddenly came to her mind.

　She retracted her wand and took out the silver revolver engraved with star and moon patterns.

　Crescent Moon, a demigod-level sacred object, was snatched from Yuechen.

　Xingmo poured spiritual power into the interior of the revolver, then gently turned the cylinder. Ice-blue light poured from the air into the star and moon patterns engraved on the surface of the revolver, filling it up inch by inch.