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

　"There's a little guy who doesn't like that," Xingmo smiled faintly, "so, I'm also trying very hard to maintain my humanity..."

　"Impressive..." Merlin nodded slightly. "To maintain my humanity and refuse to look down on them, I shed my wings for three thousand years, only to pick them up again a few days ago."

　"So... I know what a difficult struggle it is to resist divinity and madness, and I'm glad you can do it."

　"Have I taught you how to fight against fate?" Xing Mo smiled.

　"Ha, that's still a long way off, Xingmo-san."

　Merlin extended his index finger and shook it gently. At this moment, the ladder reached the highest point of the wooden fort.

　"Do you want to come in together? Or wait for me at the door? Gabriel's eyes are very sharp."

　"it does not matter."

　Xingmo shook his shoulders, and the black straw raincoat and bamboo hat unfolded.

　"She must not see me."

　"Tsk, tsk, tsk, poor Dragon Lord..." Merlin smacked his lips. "Who would have thought He would be skinned? You are truly inhumane, Xiaomo."

　"Am I a human?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

　"No."

　Merlin took a step forward and walked towards the platform with Xingmo.

　The highest point of the wooden fort is a huge square, in front of which is an inconspicuous wooden shed.

　At the door of the shed, a Gundam spirit wearing platinum armor was standing guard with a fierce look on its face.

　Seeing Merlin approaching, they frowned and said:

　"Loki, use your own form!"

　"Why?" Merlin's eyes widened. "I'm going to need this stinking crow's skin for a long time! If you don't let me get used to it, what if something goes wrong?"

　"Hahahahaha, your acting is terrible! Loki!" The monster on the left laughed.

　"How about you act?" Merlin glared at him fiercely. "I'll turn you into this stinking crow, and then you finish my job?"

　"Hehe, go in, little devil," the goblin waved his hand, "Just don't anger Lord Gabriel. Be careful, cunning Loki."

　The two goblins pushed open the wooden door and motioned for Merlin to enter.

　Merlin and Xingmo walked through the wooden door and saw a long wooden corridor. On both sides of the corridor were hung the skulls of various creatures that Xingmo had never seen before, and ice-blue flames were burning in the bird's nests.

　Walking between the skulls, Xingmo whispered:

　"The attitudes of these spirits towards Loki are...very subtle."

　"Of course. She's a notoriously cunning girl. You have to know that I was originally frozen in the death row. If it weren't for her prank, I might not have been able to break free until now." Merlin whispered.

　"No wonder even the Seventh Report is gone..." Xing Mo muttered.

　"So those spirits kept their distance from her and tried not to have anything to do with her if possible."

　""

　"Squeak."

　Pushing open the door at the end of the corridor, what comes into view is a magnificent wooden palace.

　Completely different from the simplicity of the exterior, the interior of the palace is a different world. Thousands of candles are densely packed upside down on the ceiling, burning with ice-blue flames.

　Xing Mo looked inside the palace. In the very center of the palace, there was a tall figure with his back to the door.

　Six pure white wings were gathered behind her back, and her long white hair fell to the ground, and her hair was as delicate as flowing water.

　Hearing the sound of the door opening, she slowly turned around, and her gold and blue eyes met Merlin's.

　""

　Merlin was startled at first when he saw the familiar face, then he knelt down, his lips curled slightly.

　"Oh, great seraph, archangel of the garden, I wish you good morning~"

　"Stop pretending, Raven."

　A cold female voice, accompanied by an aura of majesty without anger.

　In an instant, the temperature in the room dropped a lot.

　Merlin raised his head and looked at Gabriel.

　"Pretending? I'm not pretending. I'm just..."

　"I said," Gabriel said calmly, "stop pretending."

　""

　Under the black straw raincoat, Xingmo drew out his magic wand, and golden starlight gathered in his pupils.

　At this moment, Gabriel's pupils moved slightly and fell on Xingmo.

　"And you, Star Angel, I can see you."

　She turned her gaze back to Merlin and spoke calmly:

　"I sent Loki. She's your chance to get out."

　Seeing that Gabriel had made his words so clear, Merlin stood up and shook off his fur cape.

　"Ah... great Seraph... after more than three thousand years, you are still so wise. Aren't you afraid that the little girl will really kill me?"

　"If you were killed by her, you wouldn't be a crow."

　Gabrielle walked towards Merlin. When she took a step, the air around her seemed to be filled with golden starlight. The sacred and evil aura made Xingmo a little dazed for a moment.

　Before she could move, Merlin reached out to stop her and stepped forward himself.

　"Is everything okay?" Xing Mo asked in a low voice.

　"Don't worry," Merlin whispered, "my dear, trust in my personal charm."

　Merlin walked towards Gabriel, and his dark wings gradually spread out from behind him, forming a strong contrast with Gabriel's white feathers.

　The two men faced each other. Merlin raised his head and looked at the archangel, the seraph of the garden, who was a head taller than him.

　"You want to see me?" Merlin smiled faintly.

　"Look at you, you haven't changed at all," Gabriel's voice was still ethereal and calm. "Crow on the branch, I knew you were always out of tune, but I never thought that after three thousand years, you would still be doing the same thing."

　"I have to keep some memories of that garden, right?" Merlin shook his head slightly. "If even I change, then Mother's garden... won't it be gone forever?"

　When he said this, his voice really sounded like a crow, sounding out of tune, but there was a hint of sadness hidden in his words.

　Crows cry for the dead on the branches of the cemetery.

　""

　Gabriel's eyes always seemed to be peaceful. Even though she was a wild hunting angel who had come back from the dead, that divinity never seemed to leave her.

　"So, you are destined to go down the path of betraying the Garden?"

　"The Garden is gone, great seraph," Merlin said. "Cain slew you from behind. I suppose now she has fulfilled Abel."

　As soon as the name Abel appeared, Xingmo immediately looked at Merlin with a focused expression.

　He saw Merlin lower his head and said softly:

　"Do you remember? Your past life, close-up?"

　"The Most High did not take our memories away," Gabriel said calmly. "Yes, we are Abel, the Holy Spirit of Fate. She killed us, who were imprisoned in the garden, and achieved her own person."

　"And you, Crow, you failed to protect the Holy Spirit, you failed to protect Abel."

　Gabriel stared at Merlin:

　"You failed to protect us."

　"I..."

　Merlin's throat choked slightly, and he seemed to be trying to maintain his composure, but his face became noticeably solemn.

　On the side, Xing Mo listened to Gabriel's words in a daze, his brain processing this new information.

　Abel...is not alone...

　But "all the angels" in the garden?

　All the angels... put together... would be "Abel"?

　Captive...

　The goddess kept the angels in the garden...

　In order to finally complete Abel and the Holy Spirit in the Trinity...

　And thus obtain the status of holding the Shepherd's String...?

　"Cain hasn't succeeded yet..." Merlin whispered, "She has also taken my Abel Golden Bough, but she has not yet obtained the Saint."

　"But the Saint has taken the initiative to meet her," Gabriel glanced at Xing Mo, "The Trinity is about to return.

　Michael has summoned the Wild Hunt, and everything will return to its destined trajectory, to the end ordained by the Most High."

　"So, you're here to persuade me to surrender?" Merlin's voice lowered even more.

　"We are captive white doves, Crow," Gabriel said. "No matter who can grasp the string of the Shepherd Star, our fate is destined to converge."

　She held out her hand to Merlin.

　"Then why not go downstream?"

　""

　For a moment, Xingmo seemed to really see signs of struggle on Merlin's face.

　She understood that the relationship between this archangel and Merlin was destined to be special. Even if he was resurrected from the dead and even if they were on different sides, she was willing to talk to him calmly.

　But Merlin shook his head.

　"Do not."

　He took two steps back, a faint smile on his face.

　At this moment, Xingmo seemed to see again the old gentleman who finished his coffee pudding, straightened his sleeves and top hat, and walked into the sunshine of the school city.

　"I promised a student, or more precisely, a teacher, that I would learn how to fight against fate."

　"From the perspective of this subject, Gabriel, my great seraph, you seem..."

　The silver eyes became sharp:

　“…and failed.”

　Gabriel closed his eyes after hearing Merlin's answer.

　Golden branches spread up her left arm, and ice-blue flames spread up her right arm.

　When he opened his eyes again, flames ignited in the Archangel's pupils.

　Six pairs of white wings gradually began to burn, hot flames flowed out, and the Seraphim gradually floated up.

　Xingmo and Merlin raised their wands almost at the same time and pointed them at the archangel.

　Or rather, the Wild Hunt Angel.

　"The Mother Goddess witnessed our fight," Gabriel whispered softly, "She will give us the answer."

　"Buzzing..."

　Looking at the rising Seraph, Merlin curled his lips:

　"Damn, it's always such a big show, it makes me feel so stressed..."

　He turned his head and looked at Xing Mo beside him:

　"Xiaomo, are you ready?"

　"It's been long gone."

　Xingmo snapped his fingers.

　"Snapped!"

　Golden flames gushed out from her chest, accompanied by flowing golden sand.