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

　"The ones who can rely on their intuition are the real heroes. My talent in mysticism isn't as good as yours, so I can only follow the formal methods step by step." Alice smiled.

　"Don't say that. It's just that there's no better opportunity. This time when we go back, let Alice-senpai try to become a demigod."

　Xing Mo suddenly felt a little sorry for Senior Alice. Among the four of them, Alice was the only one who had not broken through to the status of a saint. Although she could generate power almost at the same level as a demigod with the blessing of the Sword of Dawn, her physical and spiritual strength was still that of a saint after all.

　Alice almost always served as their backup and never feared even a single battle.

　"Actually... I don't mind..." Hearing Xing Mo say this, Alice was unusually embarrassed. "After all... the materials for becoming a demigod aren't cheap..."

　"I'll be in charge of making the elixir, and you just need to rest," Xingmo's desire to act exploded once she made up her mind. "Don't worry, it won't be difficult."

　""

　After a long struggle, Alice finally sighed and was won over by Xingmo using the excuse that "Vivian will feel more at ease."

　"It feels so bad to bother others." Alice, who is always serious, muttered in a little girl's tone.

　Senior is so cute... Xingmo suppressed the desire to touch Alice's head and changed the subject:

　"How is Vivian now?"

　"Her appetite has gotten a lot bigger, not just normal," Alice said, glancing at the wild boar, which had been nearly torn apart by the two smaller animals. "She says... she's always hungry, so she needs to eat all the time."

　"Dragons have big appetites." Xing Mo nodded.

　"It's even bigger than before. I took a test. It must be her flesh fusing with the sudden increase in supernatural essence," Alice said thoughtfully. "You know, that day the identity of the Dark Moon Dragon was briefly projected onto her... It's too dangerous. Those ancient identities of mine are usually accompanied by many contaminated secrets or memes. They are placed in the files of our bell guardians. This is called..."

　"Secretly descending projection." Xingmo said.

　Secret advent projection, generally refers to a high-level existence that is short-lived

　For example, some spirits with only spiritual bodies are projected onto humans, and some higher-level ghosts and spirits are projected onto cultists in the name of evil gods.

　This kind of projection is also called "spirit-descending ritual" in Yanxia. Some ominous spirits always find ways to bring their existence to mortals and thus obtain flesh and blood.

　Generally speaking, except for voluntary factors, this kind of thing rarely happens to wizards. It is usually mortals who are unaware of the situation and are deceived and end up becoming someone else's body.

　As for Vivian's situation, it is unprecedented.

　She was projected by an ancient supreme god.

　"I've basically ruled out everything these days. There's no hidden contamination, no astral tearing, not even astral overload." Alice propped her chin up, a dazed look on her face. "It's strange, it's as if that projection never happened..."

　"Perhaps it has something to do with the Ice Dragon's bloodline," Xingmo whispered, "Or perhaps... the pollution has dissipated with the disappearance of the Dragon Lord and Yuechen."

　In this way, even if Vivian was projected with this level of secrecy, there would be no obvious sequelae.

　"Moreover, her bloodline comes from that ancient god..." Xing Mo whispered.

　"Hush, keep your voice down. She hasn't mentioned anything about her family these days," Alice lowered her voice. "I can sense that she's very sad about the death of the old hunter, but she doesn't show it..."

　Xing Mo looked at Vivian's back with a complicated expression. Seeing her and Aurora fighting for the last piece of ribs, she couldn't help but feel a sense of vicissitudes of life.

　Nowadays, the people of Yanxia have remembered the existence of the Ice Dragon Emperor, but so what?

　The only remaining descendant of the Ice Dragon family is Vivian. Even the young man who once harbored ideals and eventually fell into the Shura path has disappeared into the abyss of history.

　How can a family with only one person left exist under the name of a family?

　""

　"Ha, I won't argue with you! Here, eat it! I'm the king now!"

　Watching Aurora eat the ribs, Vivian stuck out her tongue angrily, her eyes froze, and her expression fell silent.

　Her eyes were a little dim, a little sharp, and a little sad at that moment, but the sky cleared up the next second.

　"Alice!" Vivian stood up and turned to the two people sitting at the stone table with a smile on her face. "I want to eat more!"

　"Still eating..."

　Epilogue) The Moon Also Rises (Part 2) -6k- (Three Updates in One)

　Coastside.

　"Boom! Boom boom!"

　The warships' guns fired salutes into the sky, streaking across the overcast sky. A drizzle of rain fell on the shallows and among the soldiers' formations.

　"salute!"

　The soldiers saluted in an orderly manner towards the Far East, with solemn faces and neat postures.

　In the array, Zuo Huai's eyes were slightly dull. He looked at the monument engraved with the deceased on the coast with a dazed look on his face.

　""

　Not far away, on the small terrace of the seaside dessert shop, Perlis was sitting under the awning, drinking a small cup of strawberry yogurt.

　Her gaze was fixed on the array on the coast, her blood-red pupils were tranquil.

　"Miss Perlis, will the souls of those who passed away also be swallowed by the stars?"

　Opposite to Perlis, Miriam was supporting her chin with one hand and holding a small cup of hot black tea in the other.

　"That depends on the situation," Perlis retracted her gaze and looked at Miriam. "The Yanxia region is quite special. Most of the deceased were intentionally or unintentionally swallowed by the unknown dimension and stored beneath history, forming the Gate of Skeletons."

　"That skeleton gate is actually one of the cores of the Thirteen Strings ritual magic, the Tranquil Star Sea. Hidden within is the corpse of the Dark Moon Dragon, projected into the sky as a crescent moon to suppress the red moon seen by low-level creatures."

　"From this perspective, all the souls in the Yanxia region were devoured by the Skeleton Gate and became the energy projected into the sky by the crescent moon."

　"And besides Yan Xia..." Perlis shook her cup, fiddling with the ice in her milkshake with habit, "all souls were swallowed up by the starry sky, weaving together a false dream to control the Red Moon."

　After listening to Perlis's explanation, Miriam stuck out her tongue and said:

　"How terrifying... Yan Xiaren is dead, maybe he is really just dead and there is no way he can be resurrected..."

　"Souls devoured by star debris are basically impossible to revive," Perlis corrected, "You are an unexpected accident..."

　"Hey, doesn't this just show how valuable Miriam is?" Miriam grinned and made a "yeah" gesture, "Hmm...valuable!"

　The Golden Girl is also very active today.

　Perlis reached out and gently grasped Miriam's wrist, her spiritual perception penetrating into her body.

　"Do you still feel the overload?" Perlis asked, "Well... the spirit body isn't damaged much..."

　"No, after all, you only briefly projected onto me that day," Miriam said with a grin. "This little damage isn't a big deal. After all, it was to open the door and save Xiaomo and Vivian."

　"Silly girl, you're carrying the projection of pure white fireworks," Perlis muttered, "That won't be a pleasant experience."

　The pure white flames are the fire of destruction. Even if it is only a brief projection, the fire will continue to destroy the host's body.

　Miriam's body is made of living gold, so it will never die, it will only keep boiling.

　That kind of boiling pain was not something that ordinary people could endure, but Millian chose to pray to Pearlis without hesitation in front of the dragon gate.

　Now Perlis doesn't dare to use the power of White Flame at will. Even if she wants to use it, she needs to perform a projection through a ritual with someone praying, so as to bypass Red Moon's monitoring.

　"I have to do something." Looking at Perlis's serious eyes, Miriam felt a little embarrassed. "Okay... Miss Perlis, I'm really fine..."

　"Ugh..."

　Perlis let go of Miriam's wrist, patted the back of her hand, and looked at her silly dependent girl with some heartache.

　In the beginning, Perlis intercepted Miriam's soul returning to the stars because she realized her nobility.

　The girl's heart is full of love, not a small love for a certain person, but a great love that overlooks all living beings.

　Because of a steam leak that was not caused by her, she was willing to give up her bright future, stay away from those she loved, and risk her life to trap the highly toxic steam with herself.

　If everyone in the world has such great love, how could the occasion of life turn into a disaster?

　"Come with me for a walk," Perlis stood up and extended her hand to Miriam. "We'll be leaving Lidu soon. Do you mind being my guide?"

　"Well, of course, goddess~" Miriam smiled and grabbed Perlis's hand.

　"Calling you goddess makes me look a little old," Perlis smiled faintly, "Then, let's go."

　I have never seen such a kind god and such mischievous followers.

　Liuli Building, top floor.

　Cheng Haihua sat in a wheelchair, looking at the drizzle outside the window with a peaceful expression.

　She had dismissed everyone in the room in advance and put on formal attire, as if she was waiting for someone.

　Soon, as a cloud of black mist rolled away, a man in a black robe appeared in the room and stood behind her.

　Heimu looked at the figure standing by the window with a serious expression.

　"You're here," Cheng Haihua's voice was soft. Her illness was clearly in its final stages. "How's the weather?"

　"All members of the Black Dragon Society have assembled," Heimuto bowed his head and said humbly. "Soon, those who still hold radical ideas will be identified. As before, I will give them a coordinate and designate it as a strategic weak point in Lidu, allowing them to launch a retaliatory strike."

　"It looks like the weather is nice," Cheng Haihua chuckled. "So, will it rain after today?"

　"No, this is the last batch. The Black Dragon Society will be under my control from now on." Heimu bowed deeply. "So, my mission this time is over, right?"

　"You did a great job. It's really unfair that you've been running a small bar in Xuecheng for so many years." Cheng Haihua rocked the wheelchair and turned around. "What would you like to eat?"

　"No need for that. It is my great honor to contribute to this great cause."

　Looking at Cheng Haihua, whose condition was irreversible, Heimu's eyes were slightly complicated.

　"Aunt, are you all right?"

　"It's okay, just follow the laws of nature," Cheng Haihua smiled faintly, "Alright, don't get emotional with an old man, don't forget the rules, you're a middle-level agent in the Shadow Department, go do your job, he's here too."

　As he was speaking, the door of the room was opened. Heimu turned around and saw Qiuniu, a man in a yellow robe with golden pupils, walking in.

　"Commander Cheng Haihua, your life is like the setting sun." Qiuniu whispered.

　"I know. From now on, Yan Xia will have to be left to you to help look after for a while," Cheng Haihua nodded towards Qiuniu. "Those younger generations are waiting for me to die and climb up. You have to take charge of the situation for a while. Playing the piano and other things can come later, okay?"

　"Of course, we share the same ideals," Qiuniu smiled slightly, then changed the subject, "What about that little ice dragon?"

　"Let the Ice Dragon family return and try to build a good relationship with her," Cheng Haihua said. "Of course, that girl will most likely return to the Citadel, so we just need to build a good relationship with the Citadel."

　"Isn't it dangerous? The reverse scales on her body come from the Ice Dragon Emperor." Heimu said.

　"That depends on our sincerity. After all, during the time when the Black Dragon Society was controlled by Chiwen, the Ice Dragon's descendants were nearly extinct," Cheng Haihua sighed softly. "This is fate. If divine punishment really comes, we must bear it."

　"Vivian Xia is a good child," Qiuniu said with a smile, "I believe she is a dragon who is well versed in the ways of the late emperor."

　"Okay, stop wasting time with an old woman like me. Go and get rid of those radical Black Dragon Society remnants."

　Cheng Haihua waved her hand and turned her wheelchair around, facing away from the two of them.

　Qiuniu and Heimu looked at each other, then walked towards the door of the room together and entered the elevator.

　After the elevator door closed, Heimuto turned his eyes slightly and said to Qiuniu:

　"Do you think that after the commander dies, Yanxia will return to the country ruled by dragons?"

　Qiuniu did not answer quickly, but pondered for a long time, and his golden vertical pupils had never been so solemn.

　After a long while, he spoke softly:

　"She may die, but some things cannot die."

　After three days of drizzling rain, Lidu finally welcomed a new sunny day.

　From this day on

　After getting out of bed, Xingmo stretched herself, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and ate breakfast in a daze, then went to the terrace to bask in the sun.

　She picked up a newspaper, spread it out, and began to read lazily.

　Soon, a piece of news rushed into her sight:

　"Recently, the coastal areas of the sea have been experiencing increasing rainfall. The academic city has been hit by heavy rainfall for a whole week, and most shipping routes have been urgently blocked."

　"It has been reported that some fishermen have experienced a series of hallucination-related events at sea, including seeing ancient ruins on the sea surface and tentacles rising from the sea..."

　Xing Mo frowned slightly. Today's headlines...are a bit scary...

　The ruins at sea... aren't those the remains of the Laslan civilization? As for the tentacles... could they be the followers of the Pale Angel?

　As for the hallucination...the Pale Angel does seem to have the relevant authority.

　Inexplicably, Xingmo recalled that when Aurora was doing various things in New Galo before, she was used to blaming the Pale Angel for the bad things caused by illusions.

　Is this guy angry?

　""

　As she was thinking, the mark on the back of her hand lit up, and Miriam's voice came into Xingmo's mind.