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

　Lin saw the six wings that symbolized the Supreme Being, and saw those six wings shattered.

　What followed was countless chaotic lights and shadows.

　nations.

　Once upon a time, Mortiheim was a world filled with spring, where nations rose from the emerald green fields.

　The morning star fell, then climbed out of hell, turning crimson and hanging in the sky for three days and three nights.

　For three days and three nights, the seven deadly sins permeated the underlying logic of this world like a rain.

　deep red.

　The flags of the nations are hoisted high between the cities, and the armies of God's people are spread across the plains.

　Death spread across the land like a plague, and it was not the crimson that killed the people of the nations, but themselves.

　Army clashed with army, cities fell, and wildfires spread across every corner of Mortiheim.

　Lust, gluttony, greed, laziness, wrath, envy, pride.

　The garden is no longer a garden, and hell is no longer the starry sky, but the human world.

　deep red.

　When enough of the sun's people died, the sun went mad.

　He, who defended the world from the crazy starlight, finally couldn't bear the burden after his own anchor point was penetrated.

　The sky, crimson falls.

　The returning morning star is called Satan, and the former good angel calls himself the king of hell.

　He said:

　"Through me, enter the city of endless pain."

　"Through me, into the pit of everlasting misery."

　"Through me, enter the crowd of those who are doomed."

　“The world is hell.”

　deep red.

　"Click——"

　Xingmo blinked and found herself standing on the highest terrace of the fortress.

　Beside her, a dragon wrapped in golden chains was looking down at the earth.

　It was almost dusk, and the dim yellow horizon was tinged with a hint of deep red.

　On the plains, all armies were destroyed, and eternal night was sweeping in from the other side of the world. Hela could see it coming.

　The order of the Ancestral Dragon has arrived - resist the crimson and welcome the eternal night.

　Feeling the death spread across the nations, Hela opened her arms and whispered:

　"Set sail, Najirfar, the great ship that will destroy nations."

　"Arise, you dead whose nails have been taken away, you shall crawl no more."

　"Rumble..."

　Above the field of death, the strings wailed, vibrating out a rhapsody of fear.

　Amid the piles of corpses scattered across the plain, the magnificent warship slowly rose up, like a majestic mountain.

　"Zizi..."

　Under the crimson night sky, Xingmo saw Lucifer.

　Her six wings covered almost half the sky, the deep red lines on her body emitted a blood-like glow, and her deep red eye was shrouded in the glow of the morning star.

　The Mother of Ten Thousand Dragons stood on the bridge of Nagilfar, raised her golden spear to the sky, and roared.

　He tore open his kingdom of God, and the dusk in the kingdom of God gushed out, instantly covering the entire wilderness.

　Across the plains, the dead of various nations transformed into dark yellow nails, their surfaces shimmering with the light of dusk, rising high together with Najrfar.

　Like a mountain rising from the depths of the earth!

　Then, crimson and dusk collided with each other.

　There was no earth-shattering movement, only silence.

　""

　deep red.

　"Crack!"

　The scene before my eyes shattered like a mirror.

　Xingmo saw Nidfila kneeling among the wreckage of the nations, looking at the dusk in the sky.

　Crimson was eventually suppressed, and after its mother's death, four archangels descended and sealed the severely damaged Crimson Morningstar.

　It was the nations that dealt the Morning Star Angel a heavy blow.

　They are the dead people of the nations.

　Their deaths built Nagirfar, the dusk ship.

　The eternal night swallowed up the dusk, and the Ancestral Dragon spit out the thick night, giving the world a moment to breathe.

　Under the eternal night, the Mother of Ten Thousand Dragons left behind only a broken kingdom of God and a broken giant ship.

　"Let's go, brother."

　There was a whisper behind me.

　"We will repair it... and carry the remnants of the nations... to the other side of the world..."

　"The prophecy says... after the eternal night... there will be a cold wave... a cold wave that will spread across the world..."

　"Before that...we need to repair the boat that Mom left behind..."

　"Let's ..."

　""

　After that, Nidophila took up his mother's spear and conquered the broken nations.

　The nations under his eternal night were united once again. His spear pierced the heads of giants, tore out the throats of humans, cut off the wings of dragons, pierced the hearts of elves, and cut off the limbs of monsters.

　Eventually, the broken nations were united once again at his call.

　But the Dusk Ship was never repaired from beginning to end.

　until...

　The eternal night breaks.

　With the arrival of golden dawn, a huge dragon head burning with ice-blue flames fell to the northernmost part of the nations.

　That is the head of Zulong.

　Nidfila witnessed this scene with his own eyes and witnessed the fall of his god.

　Witnessing the brief chance of life their mother had fought for them being destroyed once again—

　"boom----"

　Snow and fog came from the far north, and the withered yellow fields were stained pale.

　The remnants of the various nations died like fallen straw in the cold wave. Except for the goblins, most species became extinct in this great cold wave.

　Nidefira stood in the center of the square, watching as a million of his people turned into ice sculptures—most of them were running towards Nidefira, reaching out to him with pleading looks on their faces.

　He failed, and Najrfar could not be repaired.

　During the Battle of Crimson, the fate of the great Duskship was sealed.

　Nidophila cannot fix fate.

　He will watch as the broken nations are destroyed once again.

　""

　"Brother...are you sure?"

　"elder brother!"

　Nidfila ignored the voice.

　He turned around and saw the frozen garden.

　Beside the pond in the garden, a girl with black wings on her back has her eyes closed.

　Hearing footsteps, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

　"Dragon King, you are finally here..."

　Cain opened his eyes, and Nedephila's eyes were reflected in his pupils.

　"You want me to...repair your mother's great ship...right?"

　"What is the price?" whispered Nidfila.

　Cain smiled softly.

　Her projection suddenly appeared beside Nidefira, her petite body hovering and leaning close to Nidefira's ear.

　"The price is..."

　"Your...destiny..."

　"destiny..."

　The priest came from the side, and golden branches grew out from the scriptures in his hand and pierced Cain's arm.

　Cain stretched out his hand, and the golden branch began to spread toward Nedephila's face.

　Getting closer... getting closer...

　"Crack!"

　The golden blade pierced through time and space, and pierced into the golden branches spreading in the void.

　"Got you!"

　Merlin roared and slashed the golden branch blade in his hand, tearing the golden branch that had pierced Nidophila's body apart along with the fictional time and space.

　"Pfft!"

　The golden branch burst and fate was shattered.

　Reality returned once again, and Xingmo saw Nidefira fall to the ground, with a golden column of blood spurting out of his heart.

　The destiny planted in him by Cain was shattered.

　""

　Xingmo raised his wand and pointed it at Nidefira's head, ready to guard against him getting up again.

　But she soon realized that this was impossible - the ancient Dragon King's eyes were full of fatigue. He had also experienced the flashbacks just now. Those past events were like barbs on a wooden board, forever embedded between his nails.

　"You win."

　Gunnir rolled to the side, and Nidfila dropped his weapon.

　He raised his head, looked directly at Xingmo, and said tiredly:

　"Angels of the Garden, and..."

　He turned to look at Vivian:

　"Descendants of Nidlis..."

　...END...

Chapter 590: Ragnark, the Great Battleship

　bath.

　Beside the hot spring, Ophelia saw the angel of knowledge.