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

　Perlis nodded slightly, then turned to look at the blizzard outside the window.

　"So, you think, life is the soul."

　"Ah."

　"Drink soup." Perlis raised her chin.

　Aurora didn't get stubborn. She picked up the soup cooked by Perlis and drank it down with gulps.

　The vegetable beef stew tasted quite good, especially for Aurora who had suppressed her divine essence. It was simply a warm delicacy.

　Seeing Aurora finish her soup, Perlis started:

　"Let's go."

　"Where are we going?" Aurora asked.

　"world."

　Perlis pushed open the door, and the cold wind blew into the cabin, causing Aurora to squint her eyes.

　But she was not afraid of the cold. She stood up and bravely followed Pearlis.

　Snow-capped mountains, ridges, and long roads.

　Aurora shivered in the blizzard while trying to keep up with her sister in front of her.

　Perlis walked calmly in the wind and snow, her eyes fixed on the mountain in front of her that looked like the spine of a giant beast.

　The two sisters had been walking on the ridge for half an hour, and Perlis hadn't said a word the whole time.

　Aurora was almost frozen to death.

　She exhaled a breath of hot air, gritted her teeth, and stubbornly continued to suppress the divine essence in her body.

　She wanted to experience it, to feel the pain of life.

　"...the ridge of the Caradorans Mountains. I've seen it three thousand years ago. Back then, it was more complete, like a city wall."

　Perlis stopped and turned to look at Aurora behind her, with red light flashing in her bloodshot eyes.

　"The cold wave has been constantly changing the mountain's structure for three thousand years. Even with the White Pagoda's suppression, this change will eventually break through the threshold."

　"This mountain will break, and the cold wave will destroy the world. This is a natural process that is bound to happen."

　"At the same time...everything you speak of will die."

　Hearing this, Aurora gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously.

　“We can’t let this happen

　"She said.

　"Why?" Perlis tilted her head. "As you can see, the arrival of the cold wave is a disaster, and the life you mentioned is also a disaster."

　"Life is the calamity of the stars, and the cold wave is the calamity of life. In your worldview, they should occupy the same position and be equal substitutes."

　"If everything is a natural process, why did you save Winter County when it was exposed to the cold wave?"

　Cold wave, life, disaster.

　Aurora closed her eyes, and the imaginary house in Winter County appeared in her mind.

　Mulled wine, vegetable soup, the glow of the fireplace.

　Blurry, emerald green eyes.

　"Because... I love life more..." Aurora said softly, "There's no life in the cold wave..."

　"So you refuse to let the powerful disaster devour the weaker one?" Perlis nodded slightly. "Is this wrong?"

　"That's wrong," Aurora said firmly.

　"What about the broth we just had? I killed a wild deer and turned it into food for today. Is that wrong?"

　"This is different. This is part of the food chain, part of life itself." Aurora shook her head.

　"So, just because the cold wave doesn't have life, it becomes an exception?"

　"Ah."

　Aurora stared at Perlis.

　Perlis nodded and took Aurora's hand.

　A crack appeared, and when I stepped over it, the flying snow disappeared.

　Aurora found herself standing on a scorched earth. Looking around, she saw only dead trees and faintly visible ruins of buildings.

　She raised her head, looked at the gray clouds in the sky, breathed, and smelled the scent of a curse.

　This is the front line of Faru, where the Empire's invasion of Faru took place.

　"The Machiavelli Empire invaded Falu," Perlis said, her hands behind her back, staring up at the sky with Aurora. "They used Cursed Essence in the war, turning the already huge disparity in power into a one-sided massacre. Falu lost almost half its territory."

　"War is also a disaster, and it is a disaster that affects all life. To survive and expand, life will unscrupulously use all available power to bring disaster upon its own kind."

　"This is a natural process, part of the food chain, isn't it?" Perlis lowered her head and met Aurora's gaze. "Powerful disasters devour weaker ones. This is the logic of life itself, isn't it?"

　"Yes...but..."

　Aurora was a little confused.

　And Perlis continued:

　"Yet you believe that the Empire's use of curses to win wars is a lifeless and dirty act."

　"That power...is not something humans should master..." Aurora shook her head.

　Hearing this, Perlis spread out her hands:

　"For wild deer, the hunter's gun is a force that should not be controlled, just as for humans, cold waves are a force that should not be controlled."

　Perlis looked directly at Aurora:

　"This power...can be collectively categorized as transcendental, as the energy they possess far exceeds that of the ordinary. For the wild deer, a hunting rifle is a calamity, and for the Farooq, a curse at the hands of the Imperials is a calamity."

　"Going back to the end, it corresponds to your logic—life itself is a disaster. If life itself is a disaster, and the cold wave is also a disaster, then can't the cold wave devour life? What's the difference between a cold wave devouring the world, the Empire invading Falu, and a hunting rifle killing a wild deer?"

　"At the end of the day, it's just part of the food chain that's in your mouth, and part of life itself."

　"So, what's the difference?"

　"The difference is..." Aurora frowned slightly, "Human souls are divided into noble and base due to their different standpoints. I prefer to support... the noble side."

　"Soul...standpoint..." Perlis nodded thoughtfully. "So, Aurora, do you think you're on the side that represents the nobler souls? But both sides are living beings. How do you define nobility?"

　Sacrifice, fire, love.

　"The definition of nobility..." Aurora opened her mouth slightly, "The little saint started the war... for the people behind her... not..."

　wrong.

　Aurora felt deeply that she had fallen into logical inconsistency during the debate.

　"In history, winners are kings and losers are bandits. Is there really an absolutely right side?"

　Perlis tilted her head:

　"The Golden King killed King Garo and freed the Golden People who were enslaved, so he was called a hero by the Golden People."

　"He also fought for the people behind him, but you didn't define him as noble?"

　"Look at the defeated Garo people. They were reduced to slaves. Although they managed to survive, they would never regard the Golden King as a hero, right?"

　"What about the war between the Citadel and the Empire? Are you right to side with the Citadel?"

　"As you can see, the disaster of New Garo was already predetermined. No matter what, Cain will covet the cursed river. The Golden People are destined to be mass-sacrificed. Their death is inevitable."

　"Ugaen knew this, so he invaded the Citadel by any means necessary and tried to help Cain get what she wanted in advance in exchange for the survival of his own tribe."

　"If we really want to choose a side from the perspective of saving more lives,

　Aurora, you should have helped Cain on the night of the White Tower, letting her possess Xingmo. Hundreds of thousands of Golden People wouldn't have died, and the people of the Citadel would have had a glimmer of hope, right?"

　"For Cain, this was also an act of saving the world, which was also noble."

　"Nobility is nothing more than a veneer of one's stance. For every ten thousand different stances, there are ten thousand different kinds of nobility."

　"Aurora, is your stance truly life? Is it noble? Or is it..."

　"...your position is actually Xingmo?"

　Perlis looked at Aurora, who said nothing.

　So she continued:

　"To the Golden People, this emperor who sacrificed himself to save them is a noble hero."

　"But what about the people of the Citadel? Perhaps the Star Angel Shikoti Amura, who destroyed Shingara, is the real hero, right?"

　"So, who's wrong, Ugaen or Xingmo?"

　"Both fought for their people, mercilessly attacking each other, and ultimately a winner emerged."

　"Both of them, for the sake of the lives they left behind, transformed themselves into disasters, descending upon each other without mercy."

　"According to your logic, Xingmo should respect life, right?"

　"Then why did you leave her because of her protection of your life?"

　"But... those who died..." Aurora murmured.

　"They were wild deer killed by gunfire," Perlis gently held Aurora's hand. "After all, life itself is a food chain."

　"Like a cold wave, each individual is part of the concept of life. All extinction and internal conflict are inevitable from the moment life is born."

　"Birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable, as are wars. Like a tree growing upward, the weak branches fade away, leaving the strong ones to grow upward, reaching towards the sunlight."

　"This is life, or perhaps... civilization."

　"In peacetime, civilization protects fledglings, which makes people forget the nature of the world where the strong prey on the weak."

　"And now, you stand at the turning point of history. The wings of civilization have long faded, and both sides have only sharp knives like bone spurs in their hands."

　"The name of that knife is life and disaster."

　"You know this, Aurora. At least you must understand it subconsciously. You know that life is disaster, and therefore all tragedy is inevitable. As long as life exists, tragedy is bound to continue."

　"Xingmo is also part of this tragedy. She is the person standing at the corner of history. For the sake of the people behind her, she is forced to dirty her hands."

　"It's not that she no longer loves those lives. On the contrary, she loves those lives too much, so she is willing to go so high and so far alone."

　"So, sister, what makes you feel pain is not because Xingmo can no longer see life, nor because she is no longer noble."

　“Take a good look at yourself and see clearly.”

　Perlis and Aurora looked at each other.

　She saw the confusion in her sister's eyes and the two tears running down her face:

　"Look carefully—why are you crying?"

　On the battlefield of Falu, the wind blew up ashes.

Chapter 537: A Land Flowing with Milk and Honey (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Cala Dorans Mountains.

　Aurora didn't know how long it had been since she came back. She had always thought that she would come back here one day, but she didn't expect it to be today.

　This ridge is where Aurora and Xingmo first met.

　At that time, she took advantage of the arrival of the divine skeleton of the Winter Messenger, and killed the immortals who came to greet her in seconds with great vigor, and then slowly tortured the little saint.

　That star.

　In fact, during the battle of God's Descent, Aurora always thought Xingmo was stupid.

　He is obviously a saint, and those immortals obviously never appreciated his kindness at all.

　But Xingmo was always taking care of the immortals during the battle, and was even injured several times while protecting the immortals.

　As if those immortals were truly allies.

　Perhaps, it was because of that fighting style that Aurora kept Xingmo until the end.

　This stay will lead to great changes in the world.