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

　A golden light flashed in his pupils, and then he exhaled deeply.

　Time flies, and ten years have passed since the fall of the royal capital.

　Principalities of all sizes divided the territory of Messina and devoured the flesh and blood of the Dark Elf Dynasty.

　But soon, these principalities were eliminated one after another, and the division became increasingly complete.

　An army called Emerald grew larger and larger in the process, and eventually became the largest force in the entire Messina Territory.

　""

　Collisson stood on the top of the cliff, overlooking the magnificent gray fog below that was like a river or sea, his shawl fluttering in the wind.

　Behind him, an army was gathering, preparing to launch the final expedition to the north.

　"Sir, you are ready."

　A pale blue light lit up behind Collison and quickly condensed into a human form, a dark elf wearing white clothes and a white hat.

　To be precise, it is a high-level dark elf.

　Collison did not respond to her command. He turned his head, and his once childish face was now as mature and sharp as a sculpture.

　"After this battle, I will be the new king of Messina," Collison said in a hoarse voice, "Bella, a human will rule your dark elf kingdom. If you have any bad feelings in your heart, tell me."

　The high-ranking dark elf named Bella shook her head and said:

　"Ten years ago, if you hadn't fought your way back to the ruined capital, we would have been buried under the rubble and died long ago."

　"You hid yourselves in the unstable historical rifts. Your survival is purely your own merit." Collison shook his head.

　"But you are the only one who firmly believes that there are still people alive in the ruins," Bella said softly, "This is different from that mad king."

　"Don't thank me. I just stood up at the right time." Collison looked up at the sky. "Without the goddess's messenger, we would all die."

　During these ten years, Collisson had thought of the girl with black hair and green eyes countless times, and her emerald eyes.

　It was she who saved the rebels at that time, and it was she who made the goddess come down and destroyed the king's madness.

　Without her, Collisson couldn't imagine how many more people the Mad King would have killed.

　Because of this, Collison named his legion Emerald, which was the eye color of the god's messenger.

　""

　Looking at the worried king, Bella put her arms around his shoulders and put her mouth close to his ear:

　"If you win, you will be the new king of Messina."

　"Then deliver death to my enemies," Collison whispered, "my messenger."

　Gray fog rolled in, and the era of conflict ended in the thick fog. A new unified kingdom rose on the southeast coast of the Vista continent.

　Collison was crowned Emerald I and ascended the Long Steps to become the kingdom's first Night's Watch.

　He seemed to have received divine revelation in his later years and learned some of the hidden secrets of the past. For a period of time, he always went to Academi Territory and stayed on a farm for several days. When he came back, he had a peaceful smile on his face.

　"Everything is closed," he said to his favorite princess, "The Kingdom of Messina will never be divided again."

　After his death, a secret prophecy was passed by messenger to the next Emerald King and passed down from generation to generation.

　This letter traveled through the smoke of war and the thick fog of steam all the way to the year 3155.

　""

　In the old royal capital, Emerald Seventeen got off the sedan chair and walked towards the altar shrouded in gray mist under the escort of messengers.

　He could feel the ground shaking and the ancient power flowing through the altar.

　That was the Moon Altar recorded by our ancestors, which once destroyed the entire royal capital and burned all the people of the dynasty.

　"You are here, Your Majesty."

　Emerald Seventeen turned around and saw an old woman with a kind face being pushed over by an elf.

　She looked at the king and murmured softly:

　"He still looks somewhat similar..."

　"Miss Cathy, the late King Emerald I Corison asked me to convey his most sincere greetings." Emerald Seventeen bowed his head slightly, which was a great gift for a king.

　"That bastard Collisson actually asked you, his descendants, to send me your regards when you see me again?" The old woman laughed angrily. "It's been over two thousand years, my children!"

　If she really missed him, why did she leave without saying goodbye? She didn't say the rest of the sentence.

　"You are the guardian of the Book of Hell and deserve our respect," Emerald Seventeen nodded slightly. "So, how is it going?"

　"Don't ask me, I'm just a book keeper," the old woman said. "Ask the angels."

　In the center of the altar, Anya's body gradually swelled, and the green light and shadow made her outline more magnificent.

　He reached up to the sky and grasped a ball of pale blue light:

　"receive."

　"boom"

　The ground throughout the city shook, but it recovered in an instant.

　The pale blue light gradually settled beneath the ground. The power of truth extracted from the Gate of Skeletons traveled through the scale of thousands of years to the past, and finally returned to the present through the Moon Altar.

　The old kings existed in the past, present, and future simultaneously, so they had this opportunity.

　""

　Anya stood in the center of the altar, opened her eyes, and a green light flashed slightly in her pupils.

　She raised her head and looked towards the sky, her eyes falling on a figure hanging from the clouds.

　That's Xingmo.

　"We meet again." Anya looked at Xingmo falling in front of her with an indifferent expression.

　"Should I call you by your real name?" Xing Mo asked, "Saint Rune, the Angel of Knowledge?"

　Recalling the first time she met Anya, this little Lolita pretended to be cute and sought medical help to save Freya, Xingmo felt a sense of mystery in her heart.

　Before, she would never have imagined that the Angel of Knowledge had been living in the Silver Blade Tribe all this time and was so harmless.

　But now, she could see it at a glance - it was probably impossible for a demigod to preside over the return ceremony of the Moon Altar alone.

　Facing Xingmo's question, Anya's face showed no sign of being exposed.

　"I take pleasure in learning. Even though there is not much in this world that I don't know, I still consider myself a young apprentice."

　"How can you be an apprentice if you already know most of the world?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Because this world is just a corner of many worlds, a speck of dust in the universe."

　Anya, or the Angel of Knowledge, raised her head and looked towards the sky.

　"Hanging in the sky, many things are hard to see clearly," she looked at Xingmo, "After coming to Chentu, I understand a lot of things."

　"So, what is the reason for you to participate in this closed loop?" Xing Mo asked.

　"I can only see outside after I break the false stars," Anya pointed to the sky. "Since you have ascended to the angel, it means the time has come."

　"Am I important?" Xing Mo's face was indifferent.

　"You are the only anchor of destiny." Anya answered calmly.

　"That doesn't sound like a good job."

　Xing Mo lowered his head and stepped on the ground, feeling the power of truth flowing under his feet.

　"What are you going to do with this power?"

　Anya replied softly:

　"The seal of Mortiheim cannot be torn apart by the White Angel alone. These powers will become his spear, allowing him to tear apart the mountain."

　“Of course, in addition to this, these powers are also enough for Miss Vivian Xia to project the ancient dragon onto herself again and be upgraded to an angel.”

　The Moon Altar actually has so many functions. It seems that Shi Zhizun eventually became a tool of the goddess.

　Xing Mo nodded slightly:

　"understood."

　"You've become cold, Star Angel," Anya said calmly. "The last time I saw you, you were still full of humanity."

　These words made Xingmo stunned for a moment. She frowned slightly and did not understand Anya's meaning for a moment.

　Indifference...contains humanity?

　Her mind was empty, everything was operating in the most rational way, planning every step in front of her.

　No... this doesn't seem right...

　Noticing the hint of confusion between Xingmo's brows, Anya said:

　"Don't let divinity consume you. Extreme rationality and extreme madness are the same thing."

　"What should I do?" Xingmo asked.

　"Anchors of sanity, the more the better. Of course, one big enough will do."

　Anya finished speaking

　, he waved and turned away.

　Xing Mo turned her head and looked at the old woman beside her, and said softly:

　"Are you Kathy?"

　"Long time no see, Miss Star Angel..." The old woman looked at Xing Mo kindly, "Ah... maybe for you, we haven't been apart for that long, right?"

　"Well," Xingmo nodded gently, "I have a question for you."

　"Tell me everything you know," Casey said.

　"The Book of Hell is hidden in the Silver Blade Tribe. Was it you who brought it there?" Xing Mo asked.

　"That's right." Casey nodded.

　"How did you get that book?" Xing Mo recalled the blush that flowed out of her body.

　"The farm where we took refuge back then, the owner seemed to be hiding some secrets," Casey chuckled. "Back then, I was young and ignorant, and I thought he was just an ordinary wizard, but now it seems..."

　"Do you still remember what he looks like?" Xing Mo frowned.

　A farm owner who could compile the power of the red moon into a book? He couldn't be an ordinary wizard.

　"Of course I remember. Anya extracted the memory from my mind and made a portrait."

　Casey took out a small photo from her and handed it to Xingmo.

　The moment Xing Mo's eyes fell on the photo, something seemed to be churning in her mind.

　That's Principal Merlin.

　Xingmo returned the photo to Casey. At this time, the Ring of Transcendence opened on the side, and Freya and Yuwen jumped out from it.

　"Wow! We're so late. Is everything done here?" Freya was surprised.

　"It's over," the old woman said, looking at Freya with a smile. "How was it? How did this journey... inspire you?"

　"It's...it's okay..." Freya answered blankly.

　Xing Mo no longer participated in their conversation because she suddenly sensed a familiar spiritual power characteristic.

　With a flap of six wings, Xingmo's figure appeared above the sea not far away almost instantly.

　Not far away, a petite girl was standing on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sea in the distance.

　The pure white long hair fluttered in the wind like gentle waves.

　"...Little Saint."

　Xingmo saw Aurora turn her head. Her face didn't have the familiar cute smile, but indifference and sadness.

　The moment Xingmo looked into those blood-red eyes, her silver-white hair gradually faded to black, and her golden pupils returned to their emerald color.

　The divinity was fading rapidly. Xingmo walked forward, stood in front of Aurora, and looked into her eyes.

　"Little ancestor."

　"Does it hurt?" Aurora whispered.