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

　"Having seen the past that flowed from me, you should understand that the Most High holds no grudge against me." Nidfila raised her chin. "She used the Holy Spirit to restore the devastated Nagirfar. Only then could I shelter my people from the cold waves, sail for millennia, and continue this civilization that flickers like a candle."

　"Even if she did all this in order to use you as pawns and destroy you at will?" Vivian asked again.

　Hearing this, Nidfila chuckled.

　"What you said is exactly the same as what Needles said."

　He stood up from the rock and walked to Vivian, each step carrying an unprecedented pressure.

　He lowered his head and stared at Vivian, ice flames flickering in his vertical pupils.

　Vivian felt an unprecedented dragon power blooming in his eyes. She looked at Nidfila fearlessly with a stubborn expression.

　"Words of resistance against fate can only come from two kinds of souls," Nidfila said. "A child who knows nothing of the world, or a conceited madman. Which do you think you are?"

　"A leader shouldn't be so cowardly," Vivian shot back.

　"Tell me, descendants of Nidlis," Nidfila's eyes narrowed slightly, "What happened to the not-cowardly Nidlis and his descendants?"

　He put his lizard-like head so close to Vivian that she could almost feel the coldness burning her soul.

　"Nidalis thought he could entangle with the ghost of the fallen Ancestral Dragon in exchange for a prosperous era, even killing his own lover for this purpose. However, in the end, out of despair, he was strangled by mortals and his lower-level followers."

　"He is a brave king, a radical king who rebels against the fate of the Great Harmony. To this end, he even longs to one day awaken, or even replace, the crescent moon in the tranquil sea of ​​stars. So tell me..."

　Nidfila hissed:

　"Where are the descendants of the Ice Dragon Emperor?"

　"In front of you." Vivian said under pressure.

　"There's only one strong man left in a tribe?" Nidfila's eyes narrowed.

　"As long as I'm alive, you can't deny the Ice Dragon Emperor." Vivian raised her head.

　From just a few words, she roughly knew the reason why the Ice Dragon Emperor went to Yanxia to expand the territory.

　After the cold wave hit, Nidfila surrendered to Cain in exchange for the protection of Nagirfar. Although he protected his people, he lost his free will from then on.

　And Nidlis, also known as the Ice Dragon Emperor, chose to leave Motiheim and go to Yanxia to open up a new country.

　From Nidfila's few words, we can know that the main reason why the Ice Dragon Emperor went to Yanxia was because he knew the existence of the Dragon Lord.

　Perhaps he felt that this evil god, born from the death of the Dark Moon Dragon, could bring a glimmer of hope for breaking fate.

　And Nidfila was clearly disdainful of his brother's behavior.

　""

　Nidfila looked at Vivian and said softly:

　"That's funny...your brother...said the same thing as you..."

　Vivian's eyes flickered slightly when her brother was mentioned.

　"Have you met...my brother..."

　"Poor Poerses Shah was saved by the Supreme Being after your family was destroyed and became a member of the Court of Redemption. Have you forgotten?"

　Nidfila examined Vivian's ice-blue vertical pupils:

　"See, the only reason the descendants of Nidlis have not perished is because of the Most High..."

　"Without the Supreme Being, your brother would not survive. Even if you survive, you are destined not to become the Shadow of the Crescent Moon."

　"In the end, the Most High still controls everything, and Nedlis and I are no different."

　"Do not."

　Xing Mo on the side suddenly spoke:

　"Nidalis is stronger than you."

　"Star Angel... Marionette of fate..." Nidfila hissed, "You want to explain to me the existence of free will?"

　"Free will doesn't mean you've broken free from the clutches of fate," Xing Mo said. "The very process of choosing to defy fate is enough to demonstrate the existence of free will."

　"And then die without a burial place like my brother?" Nidfila said.

　"so what?"

　Xingmo's mouth corners slightly curved:

　"It's more heroic than...waiting to die like a fish on a chopping block."

　"Are you really a dragon, Nidfila? Or... are you just an oversized lizard?"

　"Compared to the Ice Dragon Emperor, you don't look like much of a leader."

　"A leader's duty is to protect all his people," said Nidfila.

　"Does this include devouring them with dusk and leaving them as sacrifices?" Xing Mo asked.

　"To sleep forever in the dusk is a warrior's long-cherished wish."

　Nidfila was not angry at all because of Xingmo's offense, but just explained calmly.

　"The people of Mortiheim chose to burn themselves to become the dusk that warms future generations. This is the way of survival for the people of the Frosttide."

　"You have lived in warm regions for thousands of years, so naturally you cannot understand our moral concepts."

　It's hard to admire his attitude, but even Xing Mo has to admit that he is indeed very sticking to his own path.

　There was not even a trace of emotion when he was scolded.

　In other words, it's a bit shameless.

　""

　Just when Xing Mo felt that things were getting difficult, a light figure suddenly appeared.

　It's Loki.

　She looked up at her brother, her hands on her hips.

　"Brother, you've already lost, can you please stop being so stubborn?"

　"Loki, do you want us to be enslaved by foreigners?" asked Nidophila.

　Unexpectedly, this time Loki did not respond with a playful attitude, but became pitiful.

　"I want to go to the other side of the mountain and take a look."

　she whispered.

　"You said my second brother was stupid and had a tragic ending, but the world he created... is still a paradise for dragons."

　"Why do the dragons from the Caradorans Mountains and Mortiheim migrate to Yanxia every winter? It's warmer there, and it can accommodate dragons more—we and outsiders have never been hostile, but rather coexistent."

　"Or...even if even your own people no longer submit to you, you still think you're doing the right thing?"

　"Loki..."

　"Don't lie to yourself! Youmeng Jiade thinks you're a coward!"

　Loki jumped up and punched Nidophila in the face.

　This punch didn't make any sound at all. Nidfila stood there like a statue, not moving at all.

　He lowered his head and looked into his sister's eyes... which were full of tears.

　He rarely saw his sister cry. His sister always looked fearless. All she did every day was play pranks and sleep, as if she didn't care about anything.

　This was the first time he saw his sister's little thoughts.

　Nidfila had long known that her sister wanted to liberate herself through the hands of the enemy, so she transferred her away early and invited the Wild Hunt Angel to guard Hela.

　He had lived long enough—three thousand years, following his mother's final commandments to protect the people of Mortiheim.

　But both his mother and he knew one thing was destined.

　No matter how long you are sheltered, it is ultimately just a brief moment before another wave.

　Great harmony will eventually come, this is inevitable.

　Nedfila didn't look at her sister, but turned to look at Vivian.

　"Is this how your brother protects you?"

　He laughed, and the laugh of an ancient dragon was even a little creepy, but Vivian found it hard to imagine that the king of ancient dragons would laugh.

　Before she could react, Nidfila set his eyes on Xingmo again:

　"Star Angel, how confident are you that you can kill the Supreme?"

　"I'm not sure," Xingmo said frankly, "but if necessary, I will fight her with all my might."

　"it is good."

　Nidfila walked up to Xingmo and looked down at her.

　"You defeated me, in other words, conquered me. According to dragon logic, you should kill me."

　"But the end is near, and I'll take a gamble with you."

　"For me?" Loki jumped aside. There were no tears on her face anymore, and she looked smiling again.

　"The next time you attack me, I will gut you for the crime of dishonoring the king," Nidfila said expressionlessly.

　"Tsk..." Loki muttered softly.

　Looking at the dragon face of Nidfila, Xing Mo was actually not sure how confident he was in trusting him.

　During the battle, she had already made it clear that she was here to help Nidefira break free from the shackles of fate, but who knew that Nidefira would rather be bound by fate.

　His heart seemed to have died on the night his mother died, and everything he did for the rest of his life was just an imitation of his mother.

　Unlike the Ice Dragon Emperor Nidlis, Nidfila never longed to break free from the shackles of fate.

　He was clearly mocking his dead brother in front of his brother's offspring not long ago...

　Now he suddenly expresses his willingness to take a gamble...

　Xingmo glanced at Loki beside him.

　Dragons, what an incredibly similar species...

　For the sake of the dragon's dignity, he would rather surrender than surrender even at the cost of his life.

　And for the sake of family...I can even give up my dignity.

　Perses Xia, Nidfila, all the same.

　The same goes for Vivian.

　Proud and clumsy.

　"it is good."

　Xingmo nodded slightly to Nidfila:

　"Tell me, how do I break the frozen garden?"

　"Nagilfar can carry a large army across the deep blue void, all the way to the end of the misty kingdom," Nidfila said, "but the items needed to break through the void... are not in my possession."

　"What are you referring to?" Merlin approached. "What do you mean?"

　"Bifrost."

　Nidfila recited the ancient

　name:

　"Or we call it the Rainbow Stone, which means the wobbly road to heaven in Cyrillic."

　"It was born when my mother's kingdom was shattered. It possesses the power to tear open the barriers of the kingdom. When the Galarhorn sounds, it will burst forth with a rainbow light capable of tearing through all space."

　"That stone is guarded by the giant serpent Youmenggarde, which Loki mentioned... the dragons of Mortiheim."

　"We haven't seen a dragon since we entered Mortiheim," Xingmo said.

　"Because they all hid away," Loki whispered. "Youmenggarde dislikes disturbances, and he hates his brother, calling him a coward and a useless king."

　"Where is he?" Xingmo looked at Nidfila.

　"To the west of Tail Valley lies the Endless Sea of ​​Ice, which is also the habitat of the Motiheim dragons."