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

　"Lachesis Nocturne!"

　"boom----"

　The golden lightning bombarded the turbulence of time, constantly disintegrating the broken glass, but it could not match the speed of the spreading torrent!

　Not enough! Not enough strength!

　Xingmo pinched his chest and released his anchors one by one, wanting to let more madness overflow.

　But she couldn't do it, the stars bound her sanity and prevented her from falling into madness.

　Restraint, right...! Xingmo's brows revealed a hint of anger.

　Since you are going to give me enough rationality, let's see how strong this rationality is!

　Xingmo stretched out her hand, the umbilical cord unfurled, and the golden branch was held in her hand.

　This golden branch absorbed all the extraordinary essences from the fall of the invisible mist kingdom, and the shining starlight gathered on its branches.

　Xing Mo stabbed the golden branch into her heart without hesitation——

　"Crack!"

　The severe pain that could destroy the soul swept over, almost shattering Xingmo's soul. Golden branches grew on her body, piercing into her flesh inch by inch.

　Her soul burned, and the golden lightning at the tip of her wand suddenly surged several times, instantly shattering the torrent of time—

　"boom!"

　Amidst the sky filled with colored glass, Xing Mo endured the severe pain all over his body, flapped his wings and flew out, instantly breaking through the sonic boom.

　But it was too late. Eris El's hand was about to touch the Silver Tree, and he would distort the timeline.

　At this moment, a clear bell rang from the castle terrace—

　"clang----"

　The broken glass exploded on Eris El's arm, splashing blue fire everywhere.

　Xingmo turned around and saw Alia holding the broken crown on the terrace of the castle, her face looking weak.

　"Miss Saint..."

　She whispered softly, like glass that could break at any moment.

　"please..."

　""

　Xingmo knew that this was Alia's final choice and also an opportunity.

　Eris El was briefly controlled for a moment, and Xingmo only had this moment.

　Without any hesitation, Xingmo started to target Shi Zhichan with clear thinking.

　The first step is to separate the Moon Altar from the power of truth.

　Just as Gilens said, the entire capital is the foundation of this altar. Unless the capital is completely destroyed, it is absolutely impossible to destroy the Moon Altar.

　So, Xingmo’s method is also very simple.

　She wants to seal off the capital!

　The girl raised her wrist, and the umbilical cord expanded as never before, and the colorful light quickly outlined,

　Flowing across dimensions.

　Pitch-black darkness swept across the sky, and as the spiritual power in Xingmo's body was continuously drained, her kingdom was devouring the real dimension!

　Angry will-o'-the-wisp flickered in Eris El's eyes. He lowered his head to look at Xingmo, at that insignificant little man.

　He is an angel! He is God! An ant challenges Him with the power of the stars! He wants to destroy everything He has built!

　He wanted to bring down divine punishment to destroy that ant, but he could do nothing.

　The power of truth has been cut off!

　The entire capital was dragged into the kingdom of Xingmo, in the pitch darkness. The power of truth that poured into the real dimension could not be used by Eris!

　Correspondingly, the dragon scales on Eris's body began to gradually fade away!

　His sanity was being eroded inch by inch, the angelic wisdom was dissipating, and madness was overflowing.

　"Boom——" With a speed that Xing Mo could not capture with the naked eye, the pale blue tentacles hit her body and blasted her away.

　Under the protection of Jinzhi, the attack from the crazy angel did not directly destroy her, but it also caused her to be seriously injured instantly.

　Looking up, I saw a strange creature covered with tentacles hanging under the dark sky of the kingdom. It looked down at Xingmo, and the light in its eyes became increasingly chaotic.

　Xingmo did prevent the Dark Elf King from activating the Time Disaster, but this was only temporary.

　In the closed country, the Dark Elf King was completely upgraded to a mad angel. He was not a half-crippled mad angel like Sorrowful Evil or Serena. His power came from the truth, and he was at least on the same level as the New Moon.

　Now, all the extraordinary essence in Xingmo's body is burning to expand the kingdom, and the power of the Dark Elf King is not something Xingmo can resist.

　As long as He kills Xingmo and then tears the kingdom apart, the Time Disaster will still occur.

　This is definitely not a long-term solution. If the goddess doesn't descend again, Xingmo will die here.

　What to do...Xingmo's heart started beating rapidly.

　Is it true that we are placing our hopes on the Star Sea Goddess? Or is it fate that is destined to lead her towards the future?

　Did she simply trust that the mighty force of fate would carry her into the future? Did she believe that the goddess would descend and slay the Dark Elf King, as she had in history?

　Or do you believe that Aurora will create another miracle? Or do you believe that Miss Perlis will sacrifice herself once again and break the deadlock with pure white fireworks?

　Xing Mo was unwilling to rely on external things for everything.

　Even if it depends on the fate that binds her.

　不 ...

　What if no one comes this time?

　The only one who can kill an angel is another angel.

　So...

　"ha..."

　At this moment, everything in the country became extremely quiet.

　Xing Mo grabbed the golden branch on his chest with his hands, feeling the restricted extraordinary source energy flowing into his body.

　This is her own battle, an unfettered battle for the future.

　"!"

　Xingmo suddenly opened her eyes, with bright starlight flashing in her pupils.

　The restrictions on the Golden Branch were completely lifted, and a surge of extraordinary essence flowed into her body.

　Xingmo started the ceremony to upgrade to an angel!

Chapter 508: Star Disaster (Part 4) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　"The conditions for becoming an angel are both difficult and simple."

　"As long as one possesses the extraordinary essence that can support the status of an angel, even a simple containment ritual can create an angel."

　"Even if the angels created in this way are not intelligent beings, but mad supernatural beasts,"

　"Maintaining spiritual intelligence is much more troublesome. The ascended one needs to follow the conditions listed on the Slate of Truth to perform the ritual."

　"Don't ask why, because it's on the Slate of Truth. It means it's been verified and it's the truth."

　In the year 3155, in the old royal capital, a young elf pushed a wheelchair and brought the old woman to the abandoned castle.

　This city has been abandoned since the war between gods a thousand years ago, but it is surprisingly well preserved, as if a mysterious power is protecting the seemingly fragile building structure.

　The old woman raised her head and looked at the sky covered with gray fog with a calm expression.

　Not far away, Anya was weaving a magical instrument with a pile of branches. Her movements were stiff, but her expression was focused.

　"What are the conditions for becoming an angel?" the accompanying elf asked curiously.

　"The conditions are simple. Any race with even a hint of transcendental background will understand them. They're also written in the Book of Hell, though they're not necessarily accurate. For example, you need to have a certain amount of transcendental essence...know an ultimate secret without falling into madness...and perform a feat that will carve itself into history and be hailed for millennia...and then you need to have your own country and be blessed by the gods..."

　"This is all so vague. What constitutes the ultimate secret, for example?" the elf tilted his head. "At what level does it become engraved in history?"

　"Who knows?" The old woman shrugged.

　"Ah? How do you get upgraded?" the elf was surprised.

　"It's very simple..." the old woman murmured, "When the upgrade is successful, it means that the conditions are met, otherwise it is not met..."

　"Things are unpredictable. Who can control everything so perfectly? Oftentimes, for some things, you just have to bite the bullet and do it..."

　"So, let's say, all this is fate."

　"Boom..."

　Rumbling thunder rumbled through the clouds, and the sky gradually became dark.

　"Is it going to rain?" The elf raised his head with some worry.

　"Yes."

　The old woman raised her head and looked at the gray sky.

　"It is going to rain."

　"Boom!"

　Golden lightning flashed in the dark kingdom, splitting the darkness apart.

　With the complete release of the power of the golden branch, Xing Mo felt that his spirit was being annihilated inch by inch.

　She had never felt such a level of madness before—the extraordinary essence from the fall of the Old God Kingdom was pouring into her body in its entirety! It completely surpassed the extraordinary essence that the Dark Elf King had collected through various means!

　Her outline became increasingly blurred, her six pairs of golden wings disintegrated, and strands of pure golden silk threads began to entangle her.

　Eris El wanted to intervene in this process, and his body quickly flew towards Xingmo, setting off a blue fire storm in the kingdom of God.

　The next second, countless golden lightnings exploded, blasting Eris away.

　"Boom!"

　A pure golden cocoon was outlined in the center of the kingdom of God, binding Xing Mo tightly inside.

　Xingmo's consciousness continued to disintegrate and reshape in the crazy wash, time and time again, round after round.

　Her consciousness became increasingly blurred. The star anchors that could hold her sanity in place were completely useless at this moment. She felt her spiritual intelligence dissipating inch by inch.

　""

　A light green light spread from the back of the hand, and God's blessing came quietly.

　The light was not strong, and the god who could drive it was very far away from here, so far that it was unknown how many dimensions away.

　But this blessing seemed to have magic, outlining Xingmo's mind inch by inch.

　A blessing from God.

　"who are you?"

　Xingmo opened her eyes and found herself standing on the water.

　She lowered her head and looked at her reflection—it was a burning golden figure, with stars and moons flowing harmoniously inside it.

　"Who are you?" the shadow asked again.

　The simple sentence shattered Xingmo's mind and instantly put her on the brink of collapse.

　But even on the brink of collapse, her mind never collapsed.

　Xing Mo was very familiar with this feeling. She had the same feeling when she glimpsed the ultimate secret within the Skeleton Gate.

　The feeling this time is far less turbulent than that time.

　An ultimate secret.

　It restrained Xingmo's reason and bound her to history, allowing her to answer Him:

　"Xingmo!"

　"Crack!"