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

　Aurora blinked slightly, then stood up and sat down beside the bed.

　"It's just a cursed river, what are you afraid of?"

　"Cain's plans are always unexpected. I thought the Pale Angel was fast enough, but who knew Cain had already prepared it in New Garo."

　"That damned little crow," Aurora said viciously, "When we catch her, we'll pluck all her wings off."

　"How evil," Xingmo smiled and held Aurora's hand. "Lord Evil God, would you like to eat grilled chicken wings today?"

　“I will not eat anything that is not Cain.”

　Looking at the little ancestor's cute smile, Xingmo felt warm in her heart.

　Only when she was with Aurora could she truly feel the humanity surging in her heart.

　She knew that Aurora was probably worried about something, but Aurora didn't say anything.

　This little guy has also matured. He knows that there are some things he needs to carry on his own and that the world does not revolve around him.

　Isn't it the same for Xingmo?

　That faint feeling of uneasiness has been lingering in Xingmo's heart since the moment he knew that he was bound by fate.

　On this road, she became stronger and stronger, but she also felt that she was getting closer and closer to the end.

　Fortunately, Aurora was still there on the road.

　"Little ancestor, do you think the Lost Kingdom can drain the Cursed River?" Xing Mo asked.

　"It's quite difficult, but not impossible. Although the remaining spirits of the Golden People possess a strong cohesive force, without the existence of a master personality, they are ultimately just unconscious remnants."

　Aurora lay down beside Xingmo, looking at the ceiling with her and listening to the sound of rain outside the window.

　"So, that Sekhmet must be killed."

　"It's a bit difficult. I can easily end her fate, but no matter how I try, it won't be completely over." Xing Mo shook her head. "That guy's fate is connected to the entire Cursed River. It's almost endless."

　"We have to think of a way. There will always be a way."

　"Let's ask Tolum later. He's resting. Let's talk when he's feeling better."

　At this moment, Xingmo suddenly felt a warmth in his pocket.

　She reached out and took out the yellow silk scarf she had obtained from the Golden King's treasury.

　"What is this?" Aurora asked.

　"The things in the Golden King's treasury," Xingmo stared at the light and shadow flowing on the surface of the scarf, "it seems to be calling me."

　Xing Mo grasped the silk scarf and threw it into the air, which instantly turned into countless golden sands and spread out.

　Then, a view of the Hanging Gardens throne room appears.

　Xingmo saw Ugaen Tukakankion again. The decadent emperor sat on the throne with golden blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

　Atop his throne, a hand tore through the void.

　The figure of Father Enoch emerged.

　The smiling priest walked up the stairs towards the Golden King, the golden cross on his chest reflecting the firelight on the throne.

　His appearance made the flames around the Golden King more intense, but Nuo was not afraid of the fire and even walked faster.

　“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to her purpose.”

　Enoch looked at the emperor with a kind smile on his face.

　"Your Majesty, now, are you really going to do it on your own?"

　"What does the Most High require?" Ulgarn's throat seemed to be filled with grit.

　"You've more or less guessed it, haven't you? The Mother Goddess thought you would understand, so she didn't give any specific instructions. After all, she had just broken free and was now busy... dealing with the Skull of the Old God."

　"What does the Most High require?" Ugaan asked again.

　Father Enoch stopped and stood three steps away from the throne, the holy book in his hand moving without wind.

　"The Spear of Longinus has pierced fate. Sekhmet will become the scar that unites the Golden People."

　Enoch's tone was flat, like a judge reading out a verdict.

　"The Golden People will become one, the Cursed Angel will rise from the River of Curse, the White Angel will die before His claws, and the initiative will return to our hands."

　"as long as

　If the Star Angels cannot tear Mortiheim apart, we can buy enough time for the Mother Goddess to control the Skull of the Old God. Once she completes this crucial step, the Chord of the Shepherd will be within reach."

　After hearing this, Ugaen remained silent for a while.

　The rainstorm blew in strange arcs in the sky, avoiding the spiritual force field at the top of the garden. There was a barrier between the emperor and his city.

　"So, all my people will die?" His tone remained calm.

　"I don't call it death. In the extraordinary world, being ordinary is death," Enoch smiled. "Why bother worrying about life and death? The Golden People survived by any means necessary. Now, the time has come to truly do whatever it takes."

　"That's right," Ugaen nodded slightly, "I understand. Leave, I will make this happen."

　"The Most High wants me to take you with me," said Enoch.

　Ugaen shook his head:

　"He needs me to completely merge with the Feather of the Divine Bird, fully control the Song of the Sand, and become part of the Strings of the Shepherd Star. I understand, but I haven't completed my control yet."

　"Mortiheim will give you perfect control of it," he promised. "Look at you now, Emperor. I doubt you can even walk."

　"I will continue to walk until my people find their way home," Ugaan said with a slight smile. "Go, Father. After witnessing the rise of the Cursed Angel, I will follow you."

　"The cold-blooded Ugaan Tukakankian still has a human side?" Enoch smiled.

　"Humanity has allowed the Golden People to survive to this day," said Ugaen.

　The priest said nothing more. He waved his sleeves lightly, and a cluster of golden branches grew on Ugaan's shoulders.

　"For the sake of the Court of Redemption, Emperor, do not let your illusory love for your country hold you back, and do not try to stop fate. You know, allowing the victims to reach their end is a kind act."

　"For the Court of Redemption," said Ugaen.

　The illusion created by the golden sand disappeared in an instant, and the pale golden scarf also turned into nothingness.

　Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other, their brows slightly furrowed.

　There is too much information.

　Therefore, the existence of Sekhmet was because Cain wanted to use the cursed river of the Golden People to create a cursed angel.

　The purpose of his birth was to stop the Pale Angel.

　Judging from Sekhmet's constant blood sacrifices, she seemed to be planning to kill all the Garo people and the Golden People in order to meet some conditions for raising the Angel of Curse.

　This condition is actually easy to guess - it is the ceremony of being promoted to an angel.

　She needed enough souls, and she planned to use living people directly from Xinjialuo.

　The reason is not difficult to guess - the remaining spirituality of the Golden People in the Cursed River has a strong tendency to converge, and using the souls of the Garo-Elu area to upgrade can strengthen this connection.

　In other words, the race of the Golden People elevated the group to an angel.

　And Ugaen's performance...seemed to be unconcerned.

　He seemed hesitant, but he finally agreed to the plan, only saying that he wanted to witness the process with his own eyes.

　In addition, Xingmo also heard some key information.

　For example, the Skull of the Old God.

　Father Enoch said that Cain is controlling the Skull of the Old God, and she obviously needs time, which means that the thing is not easy to control.

　As for what the skull of the old god was, Xing Mo didn't even need to guess -

　——Professor Raynor had already talked about this story in the history class at Nefera Beta Magic Academy.

　According to legend, the Dark Moon Dragon Obsgula was beheaded by the Star Sea Goddess. His body turned into a crescent moon in the sky, and his head fell on Mortiheim, becoming the source of all cold currents in the world.

　Xing Mo had seen the corpse of the Dark Moon Dragon, which was inside the Skeleton Gate.

　The body indeed had no head.

　Cain is controlling Orbusgula's head, and once she can do this, she will be controlling the coldness of all of Mortiheim.

　Considering that the Dark Moon Dragon is the god of truth, Cain may also be in control of the truth.

　By this calculation, once the process is over, Cain will become the same existence as the golden star and moon.

　Control both destiny and truth.

　And life... still hangs in the balance...

　Just as Xing Mo was thinking, she suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.

　Something has quietly changed.

　She and Aurora stood up almost at the same time, their figures flashing in the light and shadow, and immediately came to the bedroom on the lower floor.

　As soon as she stepped out of the light and shadow, Xingmo saw Tolum getting up from the bed and saw his golden eyes.

　That is the power of Sand Song.

　"Star Angel," Tolum said in a gravelly voice, "I am here to negotiate with you."

　Xingmo recognized this tone, it was the tone of the Golden King Ugaen Tukakankian!

　She immediately raised her wand and aimed at Tolum's head without hesitation.

　"Don't move, or your fate will be pierced through with his."

　"I won't move."

　Ugaan said calmly.

　"As I said, I am here to negotiate with you."

Chapter 522 Pomegranate Juice (Part 4) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　The moment Ugaen Tukakankion appeared after possessing Tolum's body, Xingmo suddenly understood a lot of things.

　For example, why did he generously distribute the power of Sand Song to many soldiers?

　Because this means that all the soldiers of Xinjialuo become his spies, and even become his bodies when necessary.

　However, Xingmo was not afraid of this - Ugaon was just a demigod, and she was confident that she could use Lachesis Nocturne to pierce the spirits of both Tolum and Ugaon at the same time.

　Under the thunderbolt of fate, no matter how great an emperor Ugaon was, no matter how great his plans were...

　...He can only die.

　""

　As Xingmo said, Ugaen did not act rashly, his golden eyes burning like the sun.

　"I left the scarf to send you a message," he said.

　"You convey information to your enemies, and then hope that your enemies will help you?" Xing Mo said lightly.

　"This is not a one-way help, it will be a...two-way help."

　The corners of Ugaen's mouth curled up slightly, revealing the emperor's calmness:

　"Put down your wand, Star Angel. You know, I am your only chance of breaking through now."

　"You overestimate yourself, Ugaen Tukakankion," Xingmo smiled faintly, "Your strategy is ultimately just that of a mortal."

　"Don't you want to save the mortals? There are still 350,000 people in Xinjialuo. They will die when the gods land, or be swallowed by Sekhmet." Ugaen said.

　"You pushed them onto the chessboard the moment you joined the Court of Redemption, so you don't have to kidnap me with their lives," Xingmo shook her head. "I am only responsible for the people of the Citadel behind me."

　"Look, you have gradually become a trader and know how to communicate using a gaming mindset." The smile on Ugaen's face became more and more obvious.

　"Then you should know that there is no possibility of negotiation between us after what you did to the Citadel."

　Golden light gradually appeared in Xingmo's pupils, and her black hair turned silver.

　Golden lightning leaped from her fingertips and quickly gathered at the tip of the wand.

　Seeing this, Ugaen remained calm, but faced calmly the thunder of fate that could take his life at any time.

　"My reward to you is the Song of Sand, and also the final piece of the puzzle of the theory of life." He said before the lightning exploded.

　The golden lightning weakened a lot, but Xingmo still held the magic wand.