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

　He concentrated his hands, and a trident made of fish scales appeared in his hand, which he slammed onto the deck.

　"clang!"

　"Great Goddess! We still serve your spokesperson, please give orders!" the captain shouted.

　Xing Mo nodded slightly:

　"Move your Typhoon Fleet towards the Machiavelli Empire and blockade the sea. The war is about to begin."

　"Follow your orders!"

　Delem Kans turned and raised his hand to the sailors on the great ship:

　"Sailors! We fight the waves and the sea! We kill the landlubbers and feed them to the fish!"

　Fish scales appeared on his body, and a pale blue light gradually appeared in his pupils. That was the fishman bloodline of the Laslan people.

　The flagship sailed across the sea in the midst of a storm, heading north towards the Sea of ​​​​Interval.

　Beneath the sea behind them, a huge black shadow swam by, and flashes of lightning intertwined beneath the waves, occasionally outlining the magnificent body of the angel.

　Xingmo hung in the strong wind, watching the fleet marching towards the north in a mighty manner.

　If the Karadorans Mountains were about to collapse, the Court of Redemption should have already begun action. As their representative on land, the Machiavelli Empire must have had a countermeasure long ago.

　However, with the Pale Angel and Typhoon Fleet blocking the sea area, it would be more difficult for the Imperials to take any action first.

　This period of time can be used to enter the kingdom, settle the power of the angels, and wait for the present me to travel to the past and complete the loop.

　Thinking of this, Xingmo turned his wrist lightly, and the scenery of the country swept over him like an overwhelming force.

　Now, her kingdom is no longer shrouded in darkness. Countless stars dot the darkness, lingering around the floating island in the center of the kingdom.

　The floating island was created by Aurora here. It is like a garden, dotted with flowers and plants.

　Xingmo landed in the center of the floating island, found a small rattan chair and sat down.

　Aurora should return to this era soon. Before that, Xingmo needs to adjust his condition.

　So, she closed her eyes and began to explore her own strength.

　She tried to stimulate the strings, spreading the inspiration, exploring her own limits.

　Soon, she went from the first string to the eighth string. After passing this stage, she slowed down from the ninth string and began to find the tenth string a little difficult.

　Finally, Xingmo stopped at the twelve strings.

　She opened her eyes and took a deep breath to calm the empty feeling in her chest.

　Well... twelve strings is the limit.

　It seems that the thirteen strings were prepared for gods who possessed specific authority.

　Unfortunately, the strings of fate have been broken down into countless different concepts, from Principal Merlin's "destiny of destruction" to Cain's "closing ending", and even the priest's "grafting fate" recently, all representing different fields.

　These realms have not been gathered together for thousands of years, and have not formed complete authority, but are controlled by the gods in a decentralized form.

　But Xingmo had a very direct inspiration - the golden stars and moons in her body might be the key to finally coordinating the authority of destiny.

　The counterattack on the Court of Redemption will be the largest holy war in the world, a rebellion of the earth against the starry sky.

　Cain also

　Xing Mo didn't know how many cards he had, but judging from the power controlled by Father Enoch, there must be more than one angel.

　Even with the Pale Angels included, the power of the Citadel is still insufficient.

　We must unite... Thinking of this, Xingmo closed his eyes and began to calm the extraordinary power in his body.

　Suddenly, time flew by and Xingmo's gaze wandered among the stars.

　Soon, she sensed that a familiar signal had disappeared - it was Xing Mo on this timeline, and she had already traveled to the past.

　Xing Mo opened her eyes, and in the starry kingdom, a person who looked exactly like her was sitting opposite her.

　This is Xingmo's projection, and it possesses Xingmo's complete power.

　After becoming an angel, Xingmo no longer needs to set foot in this world with her real body. Even if her projection is killed, her life will not be threatened.

　Xingmo turned his gaze to the projection, turned around, and tore open a crack.

　What came into view was the backyard of the Pushet mansion. Xingmo stretched and took a breath of cold air humid with rain.

　Then she walked across the lawn toward the Pushet House.

　When I pushed open the door, what came into view was a bustling hall. Alice and Vivian were talking at the table with happy expressions on their faces. Alice's mother Diana was sitting beside them with a man. That should be Alice's father who was doing business in Messina.

　The three younger sisters were also sitting nearby. Today they were particularly well-behaved and didn't make any noise.

　They were reading a fairy tale with the little ice dragon Faye, their expressions very focused.

　Xingmo walked straight to the table. Seeing her coming, Alice and Vivian quickly stood up:

　"Xiaomo? Why are you back? Angelica just arrived at the Citadel, and she said you..."

　"It's over. The past threats have been eliminated," Xingmo said calmly, "Now we have more serious situations to face."

　Alice and Vivian looked at each other, hesitant for a moment. At this moment, Diana stood up and said softly:

　"Xiao Mo, no matter how important the matter is, why don't we not talk about it today?"

　"What happened?" Xing Mo was very curious. What could be more important than the holy war?

　"that..."

　Alice looked straight at Xingmo. For the first time, Xingmo saw a hint of shyness on her senior's face.

　"Vivian and I...are getting engaged."

　got engaged?

　The moment Xing Mo heard these two words, everything about the extraordinary, the future, and the past disappeared from his mind.

　She stared blankly at the giggling Vivian and the shy senior, her mouth slightly opening and closing several times.

　After a long while, she finally spoke:

　"That's really...congratulations!"

　Bianca hadn't left her room for a long time, and sometimes she felt like she might as well starve to death.

　During the days when Alia was around, her motivation for going out every day was to buy delicious meals, cook them for Alia, and see her smile.

　Alia always says that the food cooked by Miss Saint is delicious. Bianca is not willing to give up. She also spends time every day studying cooking, and she must make Alia say one day, "Bianca's cooking is better than Miss Saint's."

　She even thought at one point that she had fallen in love with cooking, spending a lot of time on it every day, forgetting to eat and sleep.

　However, after Arya left, she didn't light a fire for a long time.

　It was not until now that Bianca realized that cooking was not what she loved.

　""

　Bianca turned over in bed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt to avoid the glare from the window.

　She closed her eyes tightly, two tears ran down her cheeks, adding two new tear marks on the pillow.

　""

　"Clap."

　There was the sound of a key being inserted into the door, and Bianca suddenly stood up, staring blankly at the door.

　A familiar figure walked in, looking tired and decadent, but with a smile on his face that even the heavy rain could not wash away.

　Alia gave Bianca a helpless smile and said softly:

　"Bianca, I...I'm back."

　Bianca rubbed her eyes, climbed out of bed, and stumbled over to Alya.

　She reached out, pinched Alia's face, and rubbed her shoulders, as if she wanted to touch her all over.

　Alya didn't know what to say, her mouth opened and closed, and finally she could only hug Bianca, whose movements were becoming more and more chaotic, and kissed her lips.

　When they separated, it was raining heavily outside the window. It seemed that the window was not closed properly, and rain was dripping down their faces.

　"Idiot!" Bianca yelled.

　"I..."

　Alya couldn't say anything more as Bianca threw herself into her chest and burst into tears.

　She hugged her beloved girl, sat down on the bed, and listened to the sound of rain outside the window.

　The sound of rain seemed to come from the other end of time.

　...END...

　The Holy War

　“Time is a broken line.”

　""

　In 628, Academie.

　"Goodbye, Kathy."

　Linda, wrapped in her hood, smiled and waved at Cathy.

　Cathy hesitated. She looked left and right, pondered for a long time, and then asked again:

　"Are you really not going with me?"

　"Mom said that it's impossible for a child from the Frozen family to be born," Linda shook her head slightly. "We are waiting for Bai

　The Angel's Call."

　"But...it's very chaotic outside..."

　"Then...what should I do?" Linda smiled helplessly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of myself. I'll probably open a tailor shop...and knit some clothes. No one will give me any trouble."

　Cathy seemed about to say something else, but in the end she just stepped forward and hugged Linda.

　"Take care," she whispered.

　"You too."

　Linda patted Cathy on the back, then turned and got into the carriage, heading towards the coast of the sea.

　There are some small principalities there. She didn't tell anyone about her itinerary, perhaps she really planned to live in seclusion from then on.

　Casey sighed softly and looked towards the Fallu Mountains in the west.

　Her eyes blinked slightly, and a crimson light flashed slightly in the reflection of her pupils.

　"Protect that book, little girl," the farmer patted Cathy's shoulder from behind. "This can also be considered an adventure for you."

　"Does it need to be in my eyes all the time?" Casey looked at the man in the straw hat.

　"No need. When you get to the Silver Blade Tribe, someone will help you deal with it," Merlin shook his head. "However, you will probably have to be its guardian forever. The good thing is that this place is far away from the Black Forest, and the book will protect you on the way."

　"How to protect me?" Casey was curious.

　"It's simple," Merlin smiled slightly, "Nothing bad will happen, that's all."

　Cathy didn't seem to understand what the farmer meant, but she didn't want to ask too much. It would be no good asking too many questions about things related to the supernatural realm.

　"Where's Collison?" she asked again. "Is he...really gone?"

　"He left yesterday, taking a few fearless people with him and heading towards the capital." Merlin shook his head helplessly. "Little girl, don't blame me for not trying to stop him. You know, when young people get carried away, even landslides and tsunamis can't stop them."

　"I don't blame you..." Kathy lowered her head.

　We had just escaped from hell together a few days ago, and now we were separated so quickly, each going our own way.

　It all happened so fast.

　Will we meet again?

　Casey shook his head slightly and forced a smile towards the farmer:

　"Thank you!"

　"You're welcome, little girl," Merlin waved his hand, "Go ahead, go quickly."

　Ten minutes later, Merlin lit his pipe as he watched the refugee group leave.