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

　She thrust her branches into the ice one by one, as if planting trees on the ground. Every time a golden branch was planted in the ice, countless tiny roots spread out under the ice, gradually wrapping up those skeletal bodies.

　"Click..."

　"Click..."

　"Ka————"

　After reaching a certain threshold, the ice surface cracked and figures crawled out from under the ice.

　Their bodies were like dry bones, and the golden branches gradually wrapped around the bones, filling the gaps with flesh and blood. The bones behind them also gradually grew feathers of various colors, and became fuller and fuller.

　They were once angels living in the garden. After being killed by their weakest sister, their bones were hidden deep in the icy lake, sleeping forever.

　Now, with the fate of those dragon kings brought by Enoch from Yanxia, ​​they have been reborn.

　From the very beginning, the Dragon Kings were the victims of Cain's plan.

　The fundamental purpose of the unrest in Yanxia Jiuzhou was not that Cain needed to obtain new agents from the outside world.

　Her true strength

　Hidden beneath the ice of Mortiheim, why would we need a new agent?

　Even when Ugaan Tukakankion died, Cain did not think he had lost much.

　Her sense of fate was at its lowest point after the Battle of the White Tower, but she had the wisdom to manipulate it.

　These wisdoms allowed her army to rise again——

　"Angels of the Wild Hunt," the six dark wings behind Cain spread out, "Welcome to the new world."

　He looked at the eight beings before him—they had full wings, fair skin, and golden light gleaming in their eyes.

　They half-knelt before Cain, like subjects bowing before a king.

　"Great Lord."

　Cain walked up to them and looked at these beings that he had once watched from afar.

　She glanced at them one by one, closed her eyes, and shook her head gently:

　"You are far less capable than Abel, but..."

　She leaned over and placed her two small hands on the shoulders of the two angels:

　"Etaniti...Chenxi..." Cain's voice was very gentle, "Follow Najilfar and defeat their army."

　Glancing to the side, golden flowers spun:

　"The rest, follow me to the Skull of the Old God."

　After saying this, a string of stars appeared between the dark wings behind Cain, and each star formed a specific door.

　She turned around, walked through a door, and returned to the top again.

　Cain raised his head and faced the vast sea of ​​fog opposite the peak.

　In the sea of ​​fog, a pair of ice-blue will-o'-the-wisp flames were burning.

　That is the eye of God.

　Even after falling, He still watches over this world, and that cold gaze has not stopped burning even after three thousand years.

　Cain turned and looked at the snowy plain below.

　“When he opened the sixth seal, I saw a great earthquake.”

　Cain whispered softly:

　“The sun became black as sackcloth with hair, and the full moon turned red as blood; and the stars of the sky fell to the earth, like unripe figs dropping from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind.”

　Beside her, Enoch opened his arms, and golden branches fell from his body like ripe fruits and pierced the ground beneath his feet.

　The golden branches spread across the mountain and then took root and sprouted on the snowfield.

　That was the fate that Enoch collected as he walked the mortal world, all of it.

　Some come from war, some from tragedy.

　Looking at the golden branches blooming all over the snowy field, Cain's mouth curled up slightly, and his six black wings opened wider and wider.

　“The heavens receded like a scroll when it is rolled up; every mountain and island was moved out of their places.”

　"The mountains will move and the seas will dry up!"

　Cain stretched out his hand, and the flower in his pupil spun faster and faster:

　"Arise, Wild Hunt!"

　"Rumble..."

　Amidst the ice and snow, figures stood up from the snowfield, with golden branches wrapped around their bodies.

　Their outlines are no longer clear after being frozen for thousands of years. You can vaguely see their torsos made of ice and black bones, and their heads flashing with unevenly distributed golden pupils.

　They are the inhabitants of a land flowing with milk and honey, the chosen people of God during the Age of Gods, and the people of the fog who have been unable to escape this world of ice and snow.

　Now, they have a common name.

　Wild Hunt.

　"Let the world hear your roar."

　The corners of Cain's mouth slightly curved:

　"Go, God's chosen people."

　The border of Mortiheim and the Erlu Desert.

　"!"

　Xingmo opened her eyes and woke up from the vine swing in the center of the kingdom of God.

　She tore it apart with her hand, and her projection stepped out of the kingdom of God and hung above the mountains.

　Today, the Caradorans Mountains in front of us are no longer covered with snow. Its surface gleams with a faint blue light, and the dark rocks are exposed in broad daylight.

　"The time has come."

　Alia whispered, her words carrying a double meaning.

　The time has come, and the Karadorans Mountains have passed through the rift of time and returned to the point in time when they were no longer solid.

　The time has come—time to crush it.

　"Rumble..."

　A majestic figure broke through the sea fog and walked towards the coast.

　The pale angel stood in the ocean current, its slender hands gradually opened, and the six membrane wings behind it also spread wide, like a dark cloud covering the sky and the earth.

　"Tear it up."

　Xingmo ordered.

　The pale angel thrust his hands forward suddenly, tearing open two huge mouths of void that were a hundred meters long.

　It opened two openings to both sides. At the same time, a spatial crack was also broken in the center of the Karadorans Mountains. Rippling light poured out from it and quickly spread to the surroundings.

　The waves transformed the sky and earth into a seabed illuminated by the sun, and the waves broke, accompanied by a few bubbles rising upwards.

　“Kacha...kacha...kachaka--”

　The mountain range slowly shifted to both sides, the space in the center of the mountain was torn apart, and the dark rocks collapsed.

　The power of angels moves mountains!

　The Great Wall, which has never been shaken in three thousand years, finally opened its gates.

　Just like in Winter County, a terrifying cold wave swept in from the other side of the mountain, and there was a faint vibration in the air - that was the ice-bound string.

　The cold winds of Mortiheim possess some of the power of the realm of truth, and the extreme cold can even freeze strings.

　With the exception of the Supreme Trichord, almost all strings are unusable in Mortiheim.

　Not to mention Mortiheim, even in the Karadorans Mountains, if there is no Saint or above, the strings are

　Cannot be mobilized.

　Therefore, it stands to reason that the steam industrial power based on the steam alchemy machine cannot be effective in Mortiheim.

　However, Xingmo found the key point to lift this restriction within a certain range.

　That is to use another force to counter the cold wave.

　The eternal scorching wind of the Erulu Desert.

　"call--"

　Xingmo raised his wand and played all ten strings from top to bottom.

　The string music resonated between heaven and earth, turning into a magnificent symphony, and the golden starlight dyed every inch of the desert wind.

　Ten-string magic, golden ratio.

　Every gust of wind began to move in the set direction. The eternal scorching winds from the God's abode deep in the desert seemed to be twisted into a drill at this moment, rushing straight towards the cracks in the Karadorans Mountains.

　The moment the scorching current and the cold current collided, a surging white mist erupted between heaven and earth.

　"boom----"

　The fog rushed straight into the sky like a waterfall, spreading into a magnificent mushroom cloud. Streams of spiritual energy fell from the edge of the mushroom cloud, like a rainstorm dragging white mist.

　In the haze, the outline of the Karadorans Mountains was shrouded in fog. In this fog that seemed to cover the entire world, the frozen strings began to unfreeze.

　Then, the fog wave rolled into Mortiheim from the gap in the mountains.

　"Pale Angel."

　Xingmo ordered.

　The great angel spread his six wings, and the sea breeze from the entire sea gathered towards him, rushing towards the mountain pass.

　"boom"

　The sea breeze became the propulsion force of the scorching wind, and in the blink of an eye, it pushed the sea of ​​fog that poured into Motiheim hundreds of kilometers away!

　Within the sea of ​​fog, the frozen strings were thawed and the temperature dropped slightly.

　This means that this entire area has become a marching zone!

　Xing Mo tore open the void with his hand, and the spirit of his arm left his body and pierced into his eye socket. He took out his spiritual eye and threw it into the void.

　Star Eye, an efficient means of detection.

　Her vision shuttled through the spiritual world, quickly overlooking the battlefield within hundreds of kilometers.

　A vast plain, a few settlements, and snow-capped mountains in the distance.

　Because of the foggy area, her vision was not clear, but she could still make some basic judgments.

　This distance is far from enough to reach the Frozen Garden.

　But enough for a start.

　Xingmo looked back, starlight flowing in her golden eyes as she looked at the huge angel in the sea mist.

　"Hold the wind." She gave a simple order.

　Then she fell to the ground with a "bang", and dust flew up.

　She turned and walked towards the small house not far away - it seemed to be built by Freya.

　At the door of the cottage, Arya was sitting on a chair, looking tired, holding the broken crown in her hand.

　Freya was fiddling with something in the large medicine pot next to her, looking very serious.

　"Are you feeling alright?" The gold in Xingmo's eyes gradually faded. "Alia, do you want to go back to the Citadel first?"

　"No, I can hold on..."

　Alia exhaled, her face pale.

　She had been wearing the Broken Crown for so long that her body was almost exhausted.

　But her eyes were still so firm:

　"I want to find that priest and avenge my father... my mother... and everyone in the capital..."