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

　Vivian swore and jumped off the throne, walked over to Erlum, and looked at the woman who was a head taller than her.

　To be honest, Vivian had never thought that Erlum's spiritual state was actually a woman. Most of the time, she regarded Erlum as a brother.

　Thinking about it now, it was too hasty - after losing her memory, Vivian didn't know how to distinguish between male and female dragons.

　When Erum appeared in front of her for the first time as a beautiful sister, Vivian's jaw hit the ground.

　"Are the little dragons okay?" Vivian asked.

　"It's pretty good. They're all big eaters," Erlum winked. "Just like their queen!"

　"you idiot!"

　Vivian threw herself into Erlum's arms, rubbing against the two clouds that she didn't have.

　Erlum put his arm around the back of Vivian's head and gently stroked her head.

　"What's wrong? Is it not going well?"

　"Stop making noise! ​​I need to rest first!"

　"Oh~ As you command, Your Majesty."

　"Don't call him Your Majesty!"

　"Okay, Your Majesty."

　"...I'll kill you."

　Ten minutes later, Vivian sat with the little dragons, eating frantically.

　In the frozen palace, countless pale soldiers were stationed on both sides, guarding this heartwarming scene.

　"Whoo~"

　After eating, Vivian patted her belly and said to Erlum opposite her:

　"In short, Qiuniu's suggestion is... to kill the Nine Sons, devour their power, and then take them directly to Mortiheim."

　"Um..."

　Erlum nodded slightly, his expression calm.

　"Then kill him."

　"Erum, you support it too?" Vivian opened her mouth.

　"Nine Sons are not good people. Back then, they always coveted our territory in Danzhou. They would suppress us whenever they wanted and bully us for not having military power..."

　Erlum's tone was cold:

　"Don't forget, the Black Dragon Society is at best a subordinate organization of Chiwen. The real power center is actually Jiuzi and Renyantang."

　"The fact that Lin Yu and his gang were able to easily break into our garden was naturally due to Jiuzi's support."

　"I understand that..." Vivian nodded. "I'm just wondering... if we kill without hesitation just because of this... won't that lower our bottom line bit by bit?"

　She grabbed with both hands, and Bing Zhijian and Hei Shura were grasped at the same time and inserted into the ground of the palace.

　"My brother fell into the path of Shura, immersed in madness until his death... I once thought that I had taken a different path from him, and at least I could solve problems in a human way..."

　Erum shook his head slightly:

　"Vivian, do you think... that human ways are superior to dragon ways?"

　"At least... it can be mostly rational?" Vivian tilted her head.

　Erlum shook his head again:

　"That's rationality used for scheming, framing, and backstabbing. It's no different from pure barbarism. To put it bluntly, both aim to destroy their enemies. The only difference is whether their hands are stained with blood or not."

　She raised her hand and looked at the cold air flowing between her palm lines, imagining that it spurted out from between her fingers and turned into sharp dragon claws.

　"Dragons and humans deal with their enemies in the same way; they simply destroy and devour them."

　"The difference... maybe one eats raw meat and drinks blood, while the other wears formal attire, but they're essentially the same."

　"We need to clarify the current situation, Your Majesty. First, the Nine Sons are our enemies. This will never change even if the Ice Dragon family is eventually revived because of your existence. Countless members of our clan have died directly or indirectly because of them. This is a fact."

　"Secondly, the Nine Sons' avoidance of war is essentially a destabilizing factor in this holy war. If their extraordinary powers do not help us, they may become our enemies."

　"Don't forget, when the Ice Dragon Emperor was alive, the Nine Sons were his servants. But after the Ice Dragon Emperor's death... four of the Nine Sons became the Dragon Lord's followers."

　"If the Supreme One invites them, are you sure they won't join the Court of Redemption? Don't forget, the Black Dragon Society once worked closely with the Court of Redemption."

　"So, Qiuniu's advice is indeed the most realistic - we should take the initiative and kill them all."

　Erlum shook it and looked directly at Vivian.

　Two pairs of ice-blue eyes stared at each other for a long time, and Vivian sighed softly:

　“I suddenly began to understand

　I feel the same way as Xiaomo. Carrying the banner is really tiring. "

　"It's said that New Garo fell, destroyed by a tsunami raised by the ancient angels," Erum said. "This holy war shouldn't last much longer, right?"

　"Then get ready," Vivian sighed, "Can we win?"

　"If Prison Ox doesn't help, we'll have to fight the seven Dragon Kings," Erlum calculated. "You'll fight three, and the Pale Army will fight the remaining three. That's barely enough, right?"

　"They also have dependent legions. I don't know how far those legions have developed." Vivian muttered.

　"It's okay, Dragon King Bahamut will be here this afternoon." Erum said.

　When Erum said that, Vivian remembered that there was a dragon called Bahamut.

　Speaking of which, she never went to look for the Dragon King after arriving in Yanxia.

　After all, Bahamut had fought her before.

　"She came here on her own initiative?" Vivian was surprised.

　"The Citadel should have asked her to help you. Anyway, she sent a letter this morning." Erlum spread out his hands.

　Just then, a roar came from outside.

　You came as soon as you were told, why are you making such a big fuss?

　Vivian stood up, touched Xiaolong's head, then picked up the wine glass beside her and poured it forward.

　The wine began to burn in the air and turned into a door of ice and flame.

　Vivian stepped through the door and arrived at the top of Junshan Mountain.

　The imagined group of fire dragons did not appear, instead...

　...is a dragon loli that fell in the snow.

　Vivian looked at the sky, then looked at the fainted Bahamut, and sighed helplessly.

　With such a loud noise, it ended up crashing directly into the mountain?

　She picked up Bahamut and patted her face:

　"Hey, Bahamut, wake up."

　Bahamut looked frozen, his entire dragon numb.

　Vivian smiled gleefully and pinched her cheeks:

　"Isn't this Bahamut? I haven't seen him for a few days. What happened?"

　"Why aren't you being so arrogant? You even flew all the way to the top of Junshan Mountain. Are you imagining an epic meeting between two dragon kings? Lolololol, you'll be freezing to death."

　After playing with Bahamut's little face for a while, Vivian snapped her fingers and the ice flame turned into a door.

　Stepping through the door, she returned to the palace and threw Bahamut to the ground.

　"Hey little ones, this is the Fire Dragon King!" She explained to the little dragons watching, "I successfully captured him today. Look, he's frozen solid."

　"Wow."

　The little ice dragons jumped off the table, turned into psychic states one after another, and then surrounded Bahamut.

　From time to time, someone would poke her or pull her, and later everyone became more and more unscrupulous.

　Bahamut woke up from the cold.

　As soon as she woke up, she saw countless ice-blue eyes and jumped up with a "Wow".

　"Ice Dragon!"

　"What are you doing?" Vivian said, pulling Bahamut out of the little ice dragon. "Dragon King, is there any need to be so alarmed?"

　"Vivian! You, you, you!" Bahamut's eyes widened in anger, "Why is your house so cold?"

　"Isn't it normal that the place where the ice dragon lives is cold? Your fire dragon is drinking magma underground all day long!" Vivian frowned.

　"It seems to be the same..."

　Bahamut nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly realized he was still suspended in the air and immediately stretched out his limbs.

　"Put me down!"

　"Ouch!"

　Vivian really let go, so Bahamut fell to the ground with a thud.

　She rubbed her butt, stood up angrily, and glared at Vivian.

　"Xingxing asked me to help you! And this is how you treat your guests!"

　"I picked you up from the mountain, okay? Okay, stop complaining."

　After saying that, Vivian threw a large piece of meat to Bahamut.

　Bahamut grabbed the meat and started to show off. Crunching, he ate up all the meat in the blink of an eye.

　"Okay, you want to fight, right?" Bahamut looked up. "Who?"

　"Jiuzi, beat them all except Qiuniu." Vivian said.

　"Okay, when do we leave?" Bahamut twisted his joints.

　"...Don't you even ask why?" Vivian felt ashamed.

　"Why else would we kill them? To take away their extraordinary powers," Bahamut said, looking at Vivian strangely. "Little thing, isn't that how we dragons all act?"

　Well, it seems that Vivian is not used to the ways of dragons.

　She sighed softly and said:

　"Then get your tribe ready. Let's go find Qiuniu and have him lead us to Jiuzi."

　"Looking for it? No, no, no."

　Bahamut's head shook like a rattle.

　"The Nine Sons' coalition army started attacking Quzhou City just now, which is why I flew so fast. I was planning to ask you if you want to join in the fun."

　"The coalition forces...started the attack?"

　Vivian opened her mouth slightly and turned to look at Erlum who was standing beside her with a serious expression.

　"We'll go over there right away!"

　Ice flames ignited in her eyes.

　On the snowy plain, the pale army stood in neat rows in a regular formation.

　Their bodies are covered in pale exoskeletons, full of dragon features, and they stand like pieces of dragon-scale armor.

　At the front of the formation, Vivian drew out Jun Zhi Jian and exchanged glances with Erlum beside her.

　"Let's go."

　She took two steps forward and suddenly

　A chop from above——

　"boom----"

　The ice flame tore through space, and a huge crack quickly spread to a height of a hundred meters.

　The dim light came into view, and the flames of war on the Quzhou Plain came into view, filled with smoke.

　Where rivers converge, the plains are cut into pieces by countless rivers. The dim light turns the river water golden, as if golden light is flowing on the broken earth.