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

　"Has the record in the Book of Hell changed?"

　"It seems... not," Freya shook her head gently and murmured, "I still can't believe... the golden disaster... was actually caused by Miss Saint..."

　"I didn't expect that either," Xing Mo shook her head, "Maybe this is..."

　She didn't want to say the word "fate".

　"Let me see the Book of Hell." Xing Mo stretched out his hand.

　Freya nodded and handed the Book of Hell to Xingmo.

　Xing Mo gently stroked the cover of the book, feeling the familiar scent.

　The moment she was elevated to an angel, a ray of crimson separated from her spirit body and was immediately washed away by the starlight.

　She had always felt that the aura was very familiar. Now, holding it in her hand and looking at it carefully, she thought that the Book of Hell was probably the crimson that separated from Xingmo's spirit body.

　Why is this book that records history...or the power it represents...hidden in my soul?

　Why did it turn into a book and eventually give us so many inspirations along the flow of history?

　Xing Mo didn't know, but she knew that any crimson power must be related to the red moon.

　The red moon is an existence that transcends all destinies.

　""

　Xingmo spread out the Book of Hell and watched its pages turn by themselves.

　Soon, it came to the latest page, and a crimson light gradually appeared on the page.

　"Zizzizi..."

　Xing Mo stared at the totems, and his indifferent expression gradually became serious.

　"What's wrong?" Freya asked softly.

　Xing Mo didn't say anything. She just looked at the pages of the book silently, looking at the totem depicting the mountains.

　Cala Dorans Mountains.

　Collapse.

　The seal of Mortiheim has been broken.

　Then...

　"We need to go back immediately." Xingmo whispered.

　"Go...go back?" Freya was a little panicked. "What happened?"

　"We have to go back, and we have to go back to..." Xingmo closed her eyes and calculated quickly, "the day I found the umbilical cord."

　She suddenly thrust her hand into the void, her pupils turned golden, her black hair turned silver, and her six wings spread out.

　The old capital's position in history is very delicate. It is the central island of history, the past, the future, and the present, and time is chaotic here.

　Using the strings of fate, an angel in this environment can easily tear open a rift in time.

　Xingmo grasped history and grasped the precise destiny.

　"Click——"

　Xingmo tore a crack and went in without looking back.

　A giant silver tree soon appeared below, and she flew close to the tree, flying towards the future.

　The moment she flew out, she brushed past a black figure—

　——That was herself, flying towards herself in the year 628.

　""

　The burning golden wings quickly swept through history, and Xing Mo felt that her extraordinary essence was quickly dissipating - the consumption of forcibly tearing open a rift in time was too great, and she felt her temples becoming more and more painful.

　But this feeling did not last long. Soon, Xingmo saw a branch marked as pure gold.

　""

　In the old royal capital, members of the Bean Society were kneeling in the center of the altar.

　"Oh! Great dark elf!" Serks Bean raised his staff and shook it, "Grant us the miracle of obtaining blood! Grant us the demigod elixir—"

　As soon as the words fell, a golden beam burst out from the center of the altar.

　cracks.

　The blurry figure immediately rushed into the clouds after tearing open the crack, and the sweeping gust of wind blew the members of the Divine Society away, causing them to fall several times on the ground.

　When the airflow disappeared, John Bean fell to his knees excitedly and shouted:

　"Ah! The great dark elves have responded to our expectations! The altar has been opened! The demigod elixir is within reach!"

　""

　Hanging on the cumulonimbus cloud, Xingmo overlooked the royal capital below and looked at the time rift that he used to travel to the past.

　When she first saw the crack, she felt very familiar with it because it contained the power of destiny.

　Now she knew the reason—the crack was torn by herself after she became an angel.

　She is the cause, she is the effect.

　""

　Xing Mo turned his gaze towards the sea, feeling the thunder beneath the sea.

　Today is the day she sets out on the Sea Cloud to search for the city of Laslan.

　This is the point in time she needs to arrive.

Chapter 510: Star Disaster (Part 6) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The Haishang Yun sailed through the wind and waves, speeding through the storm.

　Xingmo hid in the dark clouds, concealing his breath, and looked down with his golden eyes.

　She saw herself at the head of the deck reaching out and grasping the String of Truth. As the blue light rippled out, the sea suddenly became calm.

　At that time, I could never have imagined that after becoming an angel, I would be hanging in the sky and looking down below?

　Watching himself jump into the sea, Xingmo waited silently, motionless.

　Next, Xing Mo from the past will take away the umbilical cord, thus completely closing the Pale Angel's kingdom.

　After the Kingdom of God was closed, the great angel was left with only two choices - either return to the sealed state before the sinking of Laslan, or abandon the Kingdom of God and completely float up to the real world.

　""

　Xingmo waited quietly, trembling as she watched the turbulent sea.

　Not long after, she saw a flash of gray-white light on the Sea Cloud, and the steam ironclad ship broke through the waves and headed towards the horizon.

　My past self left.

　""

　Xingmo folded his six wings and fell straight into the sea, without splashing a single drop of water.

　She folded her arms across her chest and quickly dived into the sea. Soon she saw the outline of the city in the abyss.

　Above the city's silhouette, a majestic black shadow was floating in the sea, its tentacles spreading through the water.

　The tentacles discovered Xingmo and all of a sudden swept towards her.

　Seeing this, Xing Mo did not dodge, but just looked at Him quietly.

　"Om——"

　All the tentacles stopped at the moment they were about to touch the star foam, and a wave of bubbles exploded.

　Xing Mo quietly looked at the tentacles surrounding her. A huge head emerged from the tentacles, and one pale blue eye after another flashed in the sea.

　"Lord." Cang Baitian spoke in the ancient language.

　"Do you remember the agreement we made in Laslan?" Xingmo said lightly.

　"I will serve you until the mountains collapse and the snow falls backwards..." The angel's voice was extremely solemn.

　Those words were spoken by the pale angel to the embryo.

　Now, Xingmo is the complete golden star and moon conceived by the embryo, and has been upgraded to an angel, enough for the pale angel to take notice.

　"Very good," Xingmo nodded slightly, "The descendants of Laslan have become your believers, right?"

　"The people of a fallen nation follow the waves, they are the waves of the archipelago. Do you want to use them?"

　"They should have worked for me," Xing Mo said indifferently, "They wouldn't have survived the tsunami."

　"I will summon my followers," the pale angel lowered his huge head slightly. "Since you are standing here, does it mean that the time has come?"

　"Of course," Xingmo nodded gently, "It's time to break the seal of Mortiheim."

　What Xingmo saw in the Book of Hell was the collapse of the Karadorans Mountains and the awakening of Mortiheim.

　Those ancient and extraordinary creatures hidden beneath the ice will rise to reality, and the madness from ancient times will return to this world.

　Demigods are already a rare species in today's world. Even in a vast country like Yanxia Jiuzhou, there were only nine Jiedushi, and there was no harmony among them.

　And beneath the icy surface of Mortiheim, demigods are not uncommon.

　Whether it was the Ice and Flame Legion that devoured all nations in ancient times, or the mad angels that were born countless times in the final wars of the Age of Gods, they were all buried under the extremely cold ice and snow.

　Once that seal is broken, a catastrophe no less severe than the catastrophe at the end of the Age of Gods will sweep across the entire world.

　But Xingmo knew that this era was not prepared to deal with such a blizzard.

　Therefore, her idea was very simple, just as she had said to Cain on the night of the White Tower -

　"You will be the vanguard, breaking through Machiavelli's empire and tearing open the first line of defense of the Court of Redemption."

　"According to the order."

　The sea suddenly trembled, countless upwelling currents surged out from the abyss, and the angel's magnificent body left the kingdom of God inch by inch.

　The pale angel floated in the ocean currents. Instead of avoiding him, the marine creatures surrounded his magnificent body and floated up together, creating a beautiful yet bizarre scene on the seabed.

　The ancient angels are leaving the Kingdom of God,

　Enter reality.

　His rising symbolizes the beginning of another war between gods.

　It was at this time that the little ancestor noticed the unusual movements of the Pale Angel, so he did not join me in looking for the Children of Time.

　Xing Mo shook her head slightly. Before, she would never have thought that the rising of the pale angel was ordered by her.

　With a shake of the six wings, Xingmo quickly rose in the ocean current and broke through the waves.

　"thump!"

　Hanging above the waves, Xingmo looked down at the sea below, only to see three-masted sailing ships anchored among the waves.

　They are pirates, nomads between the archipelagos, and now almost all the pirates in the sea have gathered here.

　On the largest of the three-masted sailboats, Typhoon Drem Kans raised his head and looked up at the six-winged golden shadow.

　"Great Angel!" the Pirate King shouted. "You have arrived! The Golden Disaster! The beginning of a rebellion against the stars!"

　He had been waiting for this day for a long time, from the first time he saw Xingmo to now when she ascended the Angel's Stairs.

　"You've seen quite a few murals, Captain," Xingmo said calmly, "So, you are a descendant of Atalendika III?"

　Derem Kans opened his arms and laughed amid the wind:

　"My ancestors wandered on the sea. Although I once became a spear for the people of Messina, I finally returned to my mother's arms! Because we are destined to fight for the sea!"

　"Besides you, how many Aslan people are left?" Xingmo asked again.

　"Less than a thousand, the Great Golden Scourge," Delem Kans grinned, revealing his golden teeth. "But the Laslans are still the masters of the sea! Even if they call us pirates! Even if they treat us as pests!"

　It seems that when Atelentika III evacuated the Aslan people, some sparks of hope were left.

　Xing Mo couldn't help but sigh at her fate, but she didn't say anything and changed the subject:

　"The White Angel destroyed your kingdom, but you did not hate him. You worshipped him and believed in him."

　"The sea swallowed our kingdom, so we respect it!" Delem Kans laughed heartily. "Our ancestors would never hold a grudge against the sea just because its mighty power swallowed up our kingdom. We are Laslans! We are sharks! We fight the sea!"