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

　As expected, as she expected...

　"Chen Xi's clones are very weak. Each of them inherits her extraordinary essence, so they don't have the strength of her original body at all."

　Xing Mo said calmly:

　"I killed a clone, but the Seventh Retribution I received was only a tiny price. If it had been the original, I would have been half dead."

　"Are you crazy?"

　Aurora's eyes widened and she shouted angrily:

　"Are you disregarding your own safety again?"

　"Aren't you watching from behind? You can save me at any time," Xing Mo wiped the blood from her neck calmly. "Anyway, that girl is bluffing, Aurora! As long as you keep letting her split into two, she'll get weaker and weaker!"

　After Xingmo said this with such certainty, Aurora didn't know what to say.

　There is no point in getting emotional now, as this is the critical breaking point.

　Chen Xi seemed to realize that his deception had been exposed, and those clones began to gather quickly, trying to return to their original body.

　But it was too late—

　"Snapped!"

　Aurora snapped her fingers, and the string of life vibrated violently.

　At the same time, seemingly endless auroras emerged from the sky.

　The auroras floated like skirts, and strands of emerald green silk threads hung down from the sky, piercing towards Chen Xi and her clone!

　Ice crystals began to appear on the body of each Chen Xi, which was a symbol of excessive growth of vitality!

　In order to avoid being turned into a statue, she gritted her teeth and began to split herself apart.

　While splitting, the Chen Xis also began to gather together as much as possible, wanting to return to oneness again.

　Then, a strange scene occurred above the sky - countless dust tides were constantly splitting, and at the same time, they were constantly converging, like a gathering storm, with new dust tides always existing at the edge.

　At the same time, the life force gained from Aurora due to the Seventh Retribution is growing exponentially.

　This not only allows her to maintain the aurora in the sky, but also frees her hands to deal with other things.

　"Vivian, go play the strings," Xingmo said, holding Infinity in one hand, "I'm going to kill that angel."

　"it is good!"

　Vivian said as she dived downwards.

　Xing Mo flashed and quickly arrived in front of the Dust Storm, swinging his sword mercilessly.

　"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

　She was very fast, and her two golden swords shot out arcs of light above the sky, and each strike could chop several Dust Xi into pieces.

　Naturally, she would also take damage from the Seventh Retribution, but Aurora's life force was now endless, and Xingmo recovered as soon as she was injured.

　To put it bluntly, this conceptual collision is still a battle of strength.

　""

　Below, on the front battlefield.

　Alofts and Bahamut worked together to pin the last frost giant to the ice field and smashed his head.

　"This is mine! You were slower than me!" Bahamut roared.

　"It's yours, it's yours," Aloftes said, not bothering to argue with her. "Pojun, keep moving forward!"

　With the Frost Giants killed, the only thing standing between Nagilfar and the Citadel Army was the Wild Hunt.

　At this time, the Wild Hunt Legion was at the end of its rope, and the Pale Army killed almost all of them.

　But the option of "retreat" seemed to be absent from their souls. Even though they were outnumbered, they still waved their weapons desperately.

　"Soulless lunatics," Bahamut shouted angrily, "Ugly heads, let's go and kill them!"

　Aloftes nodded. Just as she was about to join Bahamut, she heard Xingmo's voice in her mind:

　"A ceasefire to prevent all deaths on the battlefield."

　As soon as the words fell, a pale blue halo exploded above the sky.

　Everyone on the battlefield looked up and saw a giant ice-blue string blooming in the sky.

　The one holding the string was a pale six-winged dragon. She looked down, with will-o'-the-wisp trailing in her ice-blue vertical pupils.

　"There is no more death on the battlefield, this is a truth!"

　As Vivian gave the order, the strings between heaven and earth began to vibrate wildly.

　For a moment, the bodies of all the creatures on the battlefield were stained with a layer of blue light.

　A Pale Warrior stabbed a spirit through the throat with a spear, and with a twist, his head fell to the ground.

　But the monster's head still opened and closed its mouth, making hoarse screams.

　He is not dead.

　A steam cannon blew several monsters into meat paste, but among the meat paste, tiny, worm-like things were wriggling.

　They did not die.

　The moment death was taken away from the battlefield, everything became weird.

　Behind the battlefield, Lucius received Xingmo's message and learned about the repair of Nagilfa's armor.

　Since there is no longer death on the battlefield, that means its armor can no longer be continuously restored.

　"How much ammunition is left?" Lucius put the radio to his ear.

　"That's enough for six more salvos."

　"Fire all your missiles and get air support to follow up."

　Lucius said, putting the radio back into his coat pocket.

　A few seconds later, beams of fire exploded above the Rain Sea Ice Field, like a sea of ​​roses blooming in an instant.

　Cannon fire streaked across the sky, painting Najirfa's armor with bright red.

　Amid the roar, Lucius raised his telescope and stared nervously at the distant area where the smoke had not yet dissipated.

　When the smoke cleared, he finally saw some cracks on the dim yellow ship's deck.

　This time, those cracks didn't heal!

　"Keep firing!" Lucius shouted.

　"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

　Neither the Pale Army, the Fire Dragon, nor the Giant King's Court could concentrate their fire on Najirfar at this distance.

　At this time, the rain of bullets unleashed by the mortals in large numbers became the most direct means of attack. Inch by inch, the raging flames dyed the throne of God, tearing apart the armor that seemed forever insurmountable.

　After three more rounds of bombing, the cracks on Najirfa's armor became more and more severe.

　many.

　At the same time, the Giant King's Court, the Fire Dragon, and the Pale Army began to gather their offensive, trying to tear a path through the undead Wild Hunt.

　Once they were able to collaborate with the mortals to tear apart Naglfar's armor, Vivien would cease playing the Truth, giving them the opportunity to charge into the enemy's great ship.

　Just as the situation was about to be broken, a weak spiritual pressure swept across the entire snowfield.

　"buzz"

　On the battlefield, Aloftes raised her head and looked at the magnificent, fortress-like ship in the chaos.

　She saw that ice-blue flames were gathering on the huge skeleton that served as the hull fortress itself.

　As the ice flames flowed, the cries of the undead drifted across the spirit world, creating the weak spiritual pressure just now.

　Obviously, the harvest of the undead on the battlefield had been completed long before Vivian opened the truth.

　The reason why the artillery salvos couldn't tear through its armor was because...

　...Najirfa is about to fire!

　Najirfa, bridge.

　At the very top of the fortress, on the bridge.

　Countless goblins knelt on both sides of the crimson carpet. In the wind and snow, the light in their eyes flickered like candlelight.

　At the end of the crimson carpet, on a throne made of obsidian and ice.

　A figure was sitting.

　The whole body is covered with black exoskeleton, which looks like dragon scales or the shell of some insect.

　Its head was somewhere between a dragon and a human, with ice flames burning in its vertical, ice-blue pupils.

　A pale golden spear rested against the side of his throne, its tip burning with flames of icy blue and gold.

　"Great Nidfila, Hela has harvested enough souls."

　A goblin half-knelt in front of the throne with a pious expression.

　The dragon called Nidfila nodded slightly and stood up from the throne.

　He grabbed the pale gold spear, crossed the crimson carpet, and walked towards the railing at the edge of the bridge.

　The king looked down at the battlefield, looking at the alien army on the snowy plain, with light and shadow changing in his eyes.

　"Is Lathorne dead?" he asked.

　"Yes... the great Nidfila..." the spirits trembled.

　Nidfila nodded slightly, with no expression on his face wrapped in the exoskeleton.

　He made a sound like a snake spitting out its tongue:

　"In the name of the great Ancestral Dragon... Crescent Moon Orbusgula... In the name of my mother Hela..."

　"Here comes the evening tide."

　He raised the pale golden spear in his hand, and the ice-blue flame spread from him to every part of the bridge.

　In the distance, a few hazy black spots were flying towards the bridge - they were the war machines of the Mist People.

　Nidfila looked coldly at the invaders from the snowfield and hissed in the ancient dragon language:

　"fire."

　"boom"

　When the spiritual pressure suddenly rose, Xingmo looked down and saw Najirfa, whose whole body was bursting with dusk light.

　The ice-blue flames in the huge skeleton fortress quickly converged and turned into a dusk-like light.

　The dusk fortress on the pale snowfield is like the setting sun above the sea of ​​clouds.

　The evening waves rolled across the snowfield, gently swallowing all creatures in their path.

　The devoured Wild Hunt Legions were not destroyed directly, but trembled slightly a few times in the dim light and then turned into ashes.

　The same thing happened to the spirits, pale army, and surviving frost giants that were swept away. When the dusk light devoured them, they fell down as if asleep, and their bodies were quickly decomposed into fine ashes.

　The power of the String of Truth has lost its power?

　Vivian was stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw the huge blue string flickering a few times, and then...

　...dissipated.

　The dusk light engulfed Vivian, and she felt her body go limp.

　It was as if after the sun set, all the fatigue of the day came flooding back to my heart.

　Her eyes closed slightly, ready to fall asleep in the dusk light...

　""

　""

　"Wake up!"

　Emerald green light suddenly poured into Vivian's body. Her eyes froze, and she immediately tore open the ice flame cracks and quickly retreated backwards.