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

　"Wait a moment!"

　Perlis stretched out her hand and was about to stop Aurora when she saw the girl split open a red crack.

　Then, crimson arcs of electricity flashed in the settlement.

　""

　Perlis suddenly understood why Xingmo liked to sigh so much.

　She endured it for a moment, and finally sighed, then split the red crack and came to the settlement below.

　The architectural style of the settlement has an indescribable sense of strangeness. The buildings seem to have developed in a direction completely opposite to modern aesthetics. The bumpy surface of the wall looks like the trunk of some kind of crustacean, and the mucus has turned into ice crystals and stuck to the needle-like

　On the radiating eaves, translucent mollusk-like canvas flutters at the top of the building.

　This is obviously the creation of another civilization.

　When Perlis found Aurora, she was standing at the door of a house.

　The curtains of the room were looming, and ice-blue ghost lights were flashing inside, which looked very scary.

　"There's no one else in the village, only this house is occupied," Aurora pointed at the door. "But it looks like there's... a funeral going on inside? I'm not sure..."

　"Have all the other monsters evacuated?" Perlis frowned.

　"No, the smell of death is very strong..."

　Aurora said this, then walked forward and pushed aside the curtains, as if she was returning home.

　Perlis followed Aurora into the house.

　As soon as I entered the house, a smell of rust hit me.

　After getting used to the will-o'-the-wisp lighting up the room, a corpse came into view.

　It was obviously the body of a monster. He lay peacefully in a boat-shaped coffin, holding a sword in his hands, and surrounded by flowers made of ice crystals.

　Next to his body, an old goblin was fiddling with spices with his hands, muttering to himself.

　Goblins, even though it wasn't the first time she saw these monsters, Perlis subconsciously wanted to keep a distance from them.

　The dark blue skin was full of pits, the body was severely disproportionate, and ice-blue flames were dancing in the eye sockets.

　She murmured softly, her broken words mixed with the sound of spices being crushed:

　"...The icy sea hums, the divine gate opens...The north wind plays music through the frosty forest...The horn of Naglfar calls...My child...Wanderer, do not travel far..."

　She didn't seem to notice the two people who entered the room, and was just minding her own business.

　Aurora walked forward very confidently, stood next to the old goblin, and looked at him seriously for a long time.

　"Grandma, what is Najjarfar?" she asked.

　The old goblin didn't even look at Aurora. He continued to stir the spices while muttering:

　"...Lord Nidfila... He is the only one I cannot give to you. He is my only son. I will give you all the other villagers. Please let him go..."

　"...release him to the eternal Holy Spirit Temple, to the infinite forest of golden branches, and let him live forever, and let him swing his sword forever..."

　"...I beg you...I beg you..."

　As he spoke, the old goblin poured the spices into a bottle and walked towards the tool rack beside him.

　She picked up a pair of obsidian scissors, inserted the blade into the bottle, and pulled it out -

　"Zi!"

　The obsidian blade was infused with spices and ignited with an icy blue flame.

　The old monster walked to the feet of the corpse, lifted up one foot, and gently cut the nails of the corpse.

　Her movements were very delicate, and every time a nail was cut, a faint blue light would surge into the air.

　Aurora came closer, observing and asking:

　"Grandma, why are you cutting your nails? They're not growing long."

　This time, the old goblin finally responded to her:

　"...Nagirfar's hull is made of the nails of the dead. Mortiheim's victims lose their nails, and their bodies are ripped away..."

　After trimming her toenails, she began trimming her fingernails, her movements meticulous and loving.

　Seeing that she finally spoke, Aurora asked again:

　"What is Najrfa?"

　"That is... sacred..." the old goblin murmured, "The ship on the ice field... piloted by the great Lord Nidfila..."

　"...it is indestructible. As long as there are dead, its deck will never break. The nails of the dead will forever shape it, making it indestructible..."

　"...Outer God, you set foot on our land and started a war," the old goblin's voice lowered considerably, "but my son is innocent. He never knew the meaning of holy war, but he was swept up in the great holy order and sacrificed his life..."

　Hearing this, Aurora frowned slightly - it seemed that she was not senile.

　"You mean to say that he died so that he could use his nails to shape the deck for Najirfar?"

　"Let's go check behind the house..." the old goblin muttered, "Oh... I'm going to cut off his last nail. It's just one less dead person. Lord Nidfila won't blame me, right?"

　After that, she started cutting her nails again.

　Aurora and Perlis walked out of the house and around to the back.

　In front of me is a square.

　There is a big pit in the square.

　The inside was filled with the corpses of goblins scattered all over the place.

　Their deaths were miserable, but their faces were filled with excitement, as if they were about to sacrifice themselves for a great cause.

　Najjar law.

　An ice-faring ship, its hull forged from the fingernails of the dead.

　As long as the war continues, as long as people are dying, it is indestructible.

　Rathorn is... Najirfar's first mate...

　Judging from their geographical location, these spirits should be the ones who followed Rathorn. After he was killed, these spirit groups far away from the center of the war...

　...and was sacrificed.

　After their death, a certain quality, symbolized by "nail", will be sacrificed to the Najirfar.

　War is the same no matter which side it is on, and it requires cruel sacrifices.

　"Om——"

　A gust of wind blew from behind. Aurora and Perlis turned around at the same time and saw the old goblin open the back door.

　She still held the scissors in her hand, and ice-blue fire was gushing out of her body.

　flame.

　"You might not believe it, but we had good times before, even though we lived on the snow."

　Supernatural essence was flowing out of her body, and the old goblin's aura quickly rose to that of a demigod.

　"Actually...flowers can bloom even in the snow..."

　"It was you who killed my son."

　With a "boom", ice flames shot out from the scissors and instantly turned into even more slender black scissors.

　The old monster let out a war cry and then rushed forward.

　She rushed toward God, fearless—

　"bass--"

　There was a flash of silver light, and the broken silver brought out a blurry blue, splashing on the snow.

　Perlis flicked her wrist slightly, and the fragments of the broken star returned to her side.

　The old monster's head and body were also separated.

　She lowered her head, looked at Aurora, whose eyes were a little blurry, and said:

　"So, you see..."

　"...What's wrong with the cold snap?"

　"it's the same."

　Imbrium - Mortiheim

　"call----"

　The cold wind howled.

　Sitting inside the steam spider, Lucius manipulated several levers and buttons among a large number of pipes while looking at the snowy field outside the cabin.

　Three hours ago, the first advance team entered the Imbrium Ice Field and began exploration.

　The interior of the mechanical spider is neither too big nor too small and can accommodate 6-8 people. The driver can control the entire machine, and the rest are just passengers.

　Of course, they can't be anything else except passengers.

　"How did you press these buttons?"

　Pastor Haichao frowned, staring in confusion at Lucius's hands that seemed to be unable to stop moving.

　Lucius turned his head and saw a hint of clarity in the old priest's eyes.

　He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and explained in a low voice like an organ:

　"Didn't you also memorize those complicated scriptures when you prayed?"

　Pastor Haichao's frown deepened:

　"Our Lord's verses are never complicated, such as...the storm, the lightning, and the sea breeze prayer!"

　"Ah... then..."

　Lucius pulled the lever back, slowing the Steam Spider down, and then adjusted the knob on the side wall:

　"Practice makes perfect."

　"It hasn't been long since this machine was built, and those soldiers have already learned how to drive it?" asked Pastor Haichao.

　"Don't underestimate their ability to learn. Not all of them are old-fashioned people like you and me. Young people are very capable."

　As he said this, Lucius lifted the lever and the Steam Spider climbed up a higher rock and made its way to the top.

　The internal cabin of the Steam Spider is designed independently from the external shell, so even if the outside is climbing a 90-degree vertical slope, the inside remains stable and level.

　After climbing onto the rock, Lucius pulled down a lens from the top of the cabin and put his eyes close to it.

　"What are you looking at?" asked Pastor Haichao.

　"enemy..."

　Lucius muttered softly, adjusting the lens magnification.

　On the distant snowfield, a group of goblins is walking towards the horizon.

　The scale is about thirty people.

　Lucius turned on the radio button, and amidst the vague noise, he reported:

　"Team halt movement, enemy movement detected at coordinates 105.32, 87.64, 12.0."

　After finishing the report, Lucius continued to observe the monsters through the lens.

　Judging from the size, this should be a patrol army, which means that it is approaching the enemy's main force.

　"It'll be easy once we confirm the coordinates. Pass the information to the rear," Lucius instructed his adjutant. "Next, we must not alert the enemy. Prepare..."

　Before he could finish his words, he saw the troops suddenly change direction and rush towards them.

　"Wow." Lucius exclaimed.

　"Have they discovered us?" Pastor Haichao frowned. "Open the hatch. I'll go down and fight."

　Lucius shook his head:

　"Fighting with strings in the fog zone consumes too much energy. You will also need to control the Sea Breeze Altar later, so don't waste your energy for now."