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

　A twisted, charred human figure, with golden branches entwined between its bones and golden stars gleaming in its eyes.

　Those destinies made Xingmo feel a sense of affinity.

　She had seen those fates.

　That is the fate outside of Mortiheim.

　This means that over the course of time, Cain has collected countless destinies outside of Mortiheim.

　As for how to collect it...Xingmo has already seen it.

　Father Enoch.

　Father Enoch can graft the fate of others onto his own and use these destinies as weapons when needed.

　Has he been wandering the world throughout history, preparing the army of Cain?

　""

　Looking at the dark army sweeping towards them, Xingmo's golden eyes had never gleamed so brightly.

　From the resonance of those golden branches, Xingmo heard them calling out a name:

　"Wild Hunt."

　"boom"

　The wind on the battlefield reversed, and Lucius's brow furrowed.

　The steam spiders and fixed-wing aircraft have begun to bombard the oncoming Wild Hunt army in turns, but in the dark sea of ​​bones, the explosions of the bombs are like a few flashes of fire, fleeting.

　"Perhaps we should retreat a distance..." Lucius whispered, "This posture..."

　"No, we'll settle the battle here."

　Xingmo's pupils closed and opened again, and six wings burst out from behind him.

　She instantly broke through the sound barrier, flew a hundred meters into the air, and stretched out her hand to grab at the sky—

　"boom"

　Golden thunder gathered in her palm and lingered over her body, as if a golden star had risen above the entire snowfield.

　Xingmo aimed at the Wild Hunters roaring down from below, and golden lightning quickly took shape.

　At this moment, a surge of spiritual pressure came from the side -

　"boom----"

　Xing Mo turned around and without even looking, swung the golden thunder towards the roaring existence.

　And that being threw out ice-blue will-o'-the-wisp—

　"boom"

　In an instant, golden thunder flashed above the sky.

　After the lightning dissipated, a figure was left hanging not far from Xingmo.

　The long light blue hair, with two jet-black highlights like tentacles dragging will-o'-the-wisp, the light green long skirt fluttering in the air, and behind her are six ice-blue wings like a butterfly.

　Her pupils were one gold and one blue. In one eye there was twinkling golden starlight, and in the other there was burning ice-blue will-o'-the-wisp.

　There is no doubt that this is an angel.

　"Star Angel."

　The angel hanging in the air spoke softly, his face expressionless.

　"Stop resisting. The great Nidfila has arrived. You have no chance of victory."

　"Why do you always have to persuade others to surrender every time you meet?" Xing Mo waved his hand, golden flames floating in the air, his expression indifferent.

　"Because, if you let Lord Cain take your place, all the troubles in this world will be eliminated," the angel whispered. "I grieve for you, but this is your fate."

　As she spoke, the ice-blue butterfly wings behind her began to burn violently.

　"Let me introduce myself, Ataniti, Angel of the Wild Hunt, Son of Cain."

　Ataniti stretched out her hand, and golden branches grew out of half of her body, while the other half ignited with icy flames.

　"I'm going to beat you right here."

　"boom----"

　The angel came roaring, Xing Mo grabbed with both hands, held two Infinites in his hands, and slashed out -

　"clang----"

　With one blow, she was knocked hundreds of meters away by the angel who called herself Ataniti, and her speed even exceeded the sonic boom.

　What a powerful physical strength.

　Xing Mo frowned slightly, tore the sword behind him, and flew into the crack.

　Almost at the same time, Ataniti flashed to the back of Xingmo and punched out -

　"boom----"

　Ice-blue and gold waves burst out simultaneously, tearing countless tiny cracks in the space.

　In the distance, Xingmo emerged from the cracks, with six wings flashing behind him.

　Hard to beat.

　The stars in her eyes were flowing, as if she was thinking about something.

　She introduced herself as the

　The Child of Hidden, which means she has the Retribution of Seven in her.

　This means that Xingmo cannot attack her with the realm of destiny, because the destroyed destiny will return to Xingmo seven times.

　In the previous attack, Xingmo had unleashed his unlimited strength, while Ataniti had simply fought back with her body, and thus defeated Xingmo in a simple duel of strength.

　Ataniti's physical fitness is very strong, which should be the same as those monsters. Since she cannot use strings, the power of the extraordinary source is reflected in her physical strength.

　Then, with the Seven Reports added, it would be absolutely impossible for Xingmo to defeat Ataniti head-on.

　If Xingmo had seven times the physical strength of Ataniti, it would be easy to beat him, but that is not the case now.

　So, how to defeat her?

　Xingmo swung his two swords, broke through the sonic boom, and stabbed at Ataniti.

　At the same time, she sent a message to Vivian through the mark:

　"Vivian, I'll hold the angel back. Najirfar is in your hands."

　After that, Xingmo and Ataniti collided with each other, and light surged above the sky—

　"Boom! Boom!"

　""

　On the battlefield, Vivian reached out and used ice-blue gravity to catch the Roaring Dragon falling from the sky.

　"Go back!"

　She tore open the rift, threw the Roaring Dragon into it, and then looked up at the dense winged creatures in the sky.

　Those were all former spirits who had been killed by Vivian, but were resurrected when the horn of Nagilfar sounded.

　And this time, simple truths can hardly restrain them.

　The golden branches wrapped around the dark skeleton wings seemed to be mixed with a lot of blessings from the realm of destiny.

　Vivian sighed, thrust her swords back behind her, and then gently stroked the scales on the back of her neck.

　"boom----"

　Ice-blue flames exploded, and a pale dragon stepped through the flames and roared out.

　Then, the pale dragon grasped the string of truth and roared:

　"I am the crescent moon. This is a truth!"

　"boom"

　Once again, the ice-blue flames exploded, and a slender six-winged dragon circled and flew into the sky, with the light of the moon dragging in its pupils.

　She played the string casually, and the sound of truth spread out, and blue cracks instantly appeared between the outlines of the Wild Hunt Legion.

　A large force of the Pale Army emerged from those cracks, and as soon as they stepped onto the snowy plains, they began to swing their weapons, tearing those black skeletons into pieces.

　The breath of death permeated the battlefield, spreading faster and faster.

　Vivian turned her head to look at the magnificent Nagilfar. The huge skeleton fortress was parked at the rear of the battlefield, and it seemed that it had no intention of pressing forward.

　Obviously, the owner of the ship...didn't think he needed to take action.

　“I’m really looked down upon.”

　Vivian stretched out her hand and tore the void, the air around her became increasingly cold, and a storm began to form with her as the center.

　Then, she played ten strings in succession, ten strings of Junshan Hymn—

　"boom"

　The storm tore through the sky and the earth, uprooting clods of earth from the snow and tearing them to pieces in the air by the blade-like wind.

　The Wild Hunt Legion was thrown into the air like garbage, like dust swept up by a broom, and a black layer was peeled off from the white snowfield.

　At the same time, the Academy Army and the Pale Army were not affected at all!

　Lucius raised his hand and looked at the icy blue light on his body, and immediately understood what kind of power this was.

　The string of truth.

　This was the first time that he was blessed by the truth. He seemed to have lost touch with the world. The cold wind was tearing the ground around him into pieces, but he didn't feel anything at all.

　The power of the Supreme Chord.

　In the face of such power, mortal artillery would probably be nothing more than leaves on a branch.

　When the storm passes, they will all be scattered—

　"boom----"

　Vivian grasped the string of truth and manipulated the spiritual storm to continue tearing apart the Wild Hunt Legion.

　Soon, the battlefield in front of Nagirfa was cleared.

　Vivian spun around and instantly leaped several hundred meters away, heading straight towards Najilfa.

　She grabbed it casually, and the storm rushed forward with her.

　If you watch from the sky, you can see a massive whirlpool crashing into the mountain-like ship.

　In just a moment, the edge of the storm hit Najirfar—

　"boom"

　The dim shell-like hull continued to emit dusk-like light as it was struck by the storm, and cracks began to appear on its surface.

　But those cracks were repaired immediately after they appeared, and that dusk-like power seemed inexhaustible!

　"!"

　Vivian's eyes narrowed, and her pale dragon body curled up, entangled by the long string of truth.

　Then, she spoke in Dragon Language:

　"You will be broken, it is a truth!"

　"boom"

　Ice-blue cracks instantly exploded on Nagilfar's armor, and amber fragments fell sparsely from the sky like a rainstorm.

　Just as Vivian was about to break the armor further, the dusk-like armor gradually repaired itself again.

　The speed of repair even exceeds the speed of truth.

　"Hehehe, do you think it's useful?"

　A laughing female voice came from behind. Vivian turned her head and saw a figure

　It hung beside her, watching her.