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

Chapter 509: Star Disaster (Part 5) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

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　“…very close.”

　In the old royal capital, Anya raised her head and looked at the golden lightning flashing in the sky.

　"That force is approaching reality and will soon fall."

　"It's time," the old woman murmured softly, "then let's begin."

　The light elves took out silver daggers and stabbed them into the void.

　The outline of the royal capital began to become increasingly illusory, with blurred blue shadows flickering between the outlines of the buildings, sometimes appearing dilapidated, sometimes appearing prosperous.

　Anya stood in the center of the altar, raised a branch, and murmured:

　“I know it, so I do it.”

　Complex runes gradually appeared on the ground of the old royal capital. Those runes sometimes appeared and sometimes disappeared, sometimes illusory and sometimes real.

　Gradually, it outlined the shape of the moon among the contours of the city.

　That is the Altar of the Moon.

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　"Boom!"

　Pale blue thunder flashed in the sky again, and the outline of the Moon Altar was outlined inch by inch.

　The king in the center of the altar raised his head and faced the golden shadow hanging in the sky, his expression becoming more and more ferocious.

　The six wings were cut off, and the loss of some extraordinary essence allowed "Him" to regain his spiritual consciousness briefly. Eryth El looked up at the six-winged shadow in the sky in pain and roared:

　"Star Sea Goddess!"

　The Moon Altar began to boil, and blue flames spread through the streets and alleys of the city. It was the power of truth from the future.

　The king wants to burn everything and try his best to release the misfortune of time.

　He wants to change the future, He wants to fight against fate!

　"...Aliya!"

　As the Ring of Transcendence opened, Freya quickly ran to the terrace and helped Alia up.

　"Let's go! Let's go!" She grabbed Arya and ran back.

　Alia did not resist. She just looked quietly at the Saint Lady in the sky and the gradually shining stars.

　Tears streamed down her cheeks, but a smile appeared on her face.

　For a king who has fallen into madness, this may be the best ending.

　"Thank you...Miss Saint..."

　"Om-"

　With a flash of the Ring of Transcendence, the terrace was empty.

　In the sky, Xingmo looked down at the Moon Altar below and took a deep breath.

　As the extraordinary essence in her body began to burn, golden flames ignited from her body surface, quickly expanding her body into a blur of light and shadow.

　The angel raised his hand, and the fiery clouds above the sky gradually turned into pure gold. Rays of starlight lit up in the sky and penetrated the clouds.

　Ten golden starlight strings lit up around Xingmo. She plucked the strings with elegant and unrestrained fingering, and the fairy music floated among the clouds.

　Ten strings, angelic string magic.

　"Star Disaster."

　As Xing Mo's hand swept across the ten strings, golden starlight instantly poured down from the clouds, like a rainstorm.

　Towards the Moon Altar below.

　Almost at the same time, the Dark Elf King raised his hand, and the outline of the Moon Altar instantly became blurred by the blue. A magnificent blue flame shot up from the altar and surged towards the sky.

　"boom----"

　The blue and gold collided between heaven and earth, and waves of light and strong wind rolled in waves, devouring each other madly.

　The outline of the royal capital kept flickering in this catastrophic collision, sometimes being destroyed, sometimes intact. Residents appeared on the streets from time to time, their figures torn apart by the terrifying energy flow in an instant, and then reassembled, repeating over and over again.

　This is a duel between angels, god against god.

　"boom"

　During the collision, the golden starlight expanded rapidly, dyeing the entire sky within a radius of a thousand miles into pure gold.

　This moment was seen by the entire continent of Vesta - the horizon was dyed golden, and surging streams of light flowed among the clouds.

　In an unremarkable farm in Akademi Territory, refugees from the royal capital stared blankly at the golden horizon, their expressions dazed.

　Collison, Linda, and Cathy stood at the door of the farm, shoulder to shoulder, their mouths equally wide open.

　"That's a god..." Linda's hands trembled, "That's... the goddess of the sea of ​​stars..."

　"The king has attracted the goddess..." Casey murmured, "No...it's too dangerous outside..."

　"That girl...that girl...!" Collison seemed to have remembered something. "She...she is the goddess's messenger? It was she...it was she who stopped the mad king...she made the goddess descend..."

　Collisson suddenly knelt on the ground. He was not the only one to do so. Many refugees knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together and prayed towards the golden horizon.

　They still remember the fire that devoured everything. Only by truly escaping from the ordeal of life and death can they see the preciousness of life.

　Collison closed his eyes and recalled the girl's eyes in his mind.

　Those eyes...are like emerald...

　Collisson clenched his fists and vowed to return home. He would go back and take back everything that the king had destroyed...

　Not only for the kingdom, but also for grandpa...

　""

　On the roof of the second floor of the farm, the farmer, wearing a straw hat and holding a straw in his mouth, was lying on the slope of the roof, looking at the golden horizon comfortably.

　He listened to the advice of the two light elves and accepted these refugees from the kingdom.

　Farm life was always boring, and he didn't mind if it was a little lively occasionally.

　Besides, he hadn't seen such magnificent starlight for a long time.

　"...Oh? So it really is..."

　The farm owner suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand into the night, and grabbed a fleeing crimson.

　Golden light surged from his hands, quickly compressing the crimson, and finally turning it into a crimson book.

　"Ah... the imprisoned... the bound... really escaped in this way..."

　Looking at the Book of Hell in his hand, Merlin smiled bitterly, shook his head, and spat out the straw in his mouth.

　"Defying fate... What a grand ambition! I won't participate for now..."

　He lowered his head, his eyes falling on the three children at the farm gate, and finally fixed on Casey.

　He remembered that the girl said she was going to the Black Forest to live in seclusion with the Silver Blade Tribe?

　Then let him take Scarlet with him. At this stage, the further away from this world this thing is, the better.

　Merlin adjusted his hat, snapped his fingers, and disappeared over the eaves.

　After he disappeared, the golden starlight on the horizon expanded even more, completely dyeing the sky golden—

　"boom!!!!!"

　Amidst the burst of golden light, Xingmo clearly felt Canglan beneath him gradually losing strength.

　She played Star Disaster more and more rapidly, and every note that burst out from the strings instantly turned into thousands of feet of golden light, smashing towards the Dark Elf King below.

　The king's body gradually disintegrated, and the power of truth gradually began to peel off this era, tracing back along the path it came from.

　Eris El raised his hands towards the sky in despair and roared:

　"...Aliya!"

　""

　Xingmo pressed it hard, and the starlight instantly flooded the entire capital, drowning everything—

　"boom"

　Amidst the brilliant starlight, Eris El shattered from spirit to flesh, and then within a thousandth of a second, he was burned into the most basic spiritual molecules by the scorching starlight.

　At the same time, the spatial structure of the royal capital was breaking apart inch by inch, its buildings were being destroyed and rebuilt at the same time, and its residents were dying and reviving at the same time.

　The entire royal capital was sunk into the brink of history, hanging on the cliffs.

　""

　Taking advantage of the moment of entering history, Xing Mo thrust his hands into the void without hesitation, anchoring this space.

　“Sizzle————”

　Thus, the position of the royal capital became stable. It was the past, the present, and the future. The shadows of the past flashed across the streets from time to time, and the outline of the city changed capriciously.

　The impact of the power of truth on this space should have caused it to fall out of history, but Xingmo kept it firmly here.

　As for why she did this? Because she came here from the old capital.

　History has completed its cycle.

　""

　As the starlight gradually faded, the outline of the royal capital gradually

　It gradually got darker.

　Xingmo slowly descended in front of the castle and looked at the broken crown hanging in the air.

　Gray mist gurgled out. Obviously, after being tempered by the power of truth, the crown became a holy object.

　This is the one that Fu El obtained many years later.

　""

　"Miss... Saint?"

　The Ring of Transcendence opened, and Freya, Yuven, and Alia jumped out of it.

　The elf princess looked timidly at Xingmo, who had long silver hair and golden eyes, and was a little hesitant to speak to her for a moment.

　But her concerns were soon dispelled. As the golden light gradually faded, Xingmo's long hair turned back to black inch by inch, and her pure golden pupils gradually turned back to emerald.

　Xing Mo smiled at Freya and said:

　"I am fine."

　The extraordinary essence in her body flowed in an orderly manner. The madness brought about by the upgrade was almost completely non-existent, replaced by an almost indifferent rationality.

　"Alia," Xingmo looked at Alia, "I'm sorry."

　"No, don't say that."

　Alia's voice was soft but firm.

　She raised her head and looked at the starry sky that had not yet dispersed, her lips trembling slightly.

　"At least he doesn't have to be afraid of the stars anymore."

　The girl's eyes were sparkling, reflecting fragments of starlight in the sky.

　Ailia looked at Xingmo with a smile and said softly:

　"Thank you, Miss Saint."

　""

　Xingmo reached out, gently held Alia in her arms, and patted her back.

　She knew how much suffering this girl had endured: the death of her mother, her father's madness, how she was used as a pawn by her own father, and how in the end she had to witness the death of her own people.

　No child deserves this.

　After releasing Alia, Xingmo looked at Freya beside him: