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

　Nidophila stretched out a long, scaly finger and pointed westward.

　"I can take you there, but Youmeng Jiade will never listen to me. He does not submit to me."

　"It's okay, he listened to me." Loki blinked.

　"Besides that, I have one more thing to ask."

　Nidfila turned and looked at Aurora:

　"Is Rathorn's fate reversible?"

　"You mean the Ice God?"

　Aurora raised her eyebrows.

　"That's unlikely. He has completely turned into a lovely ice tree."

　"That means he's not dead yet."

　Nidfila nodded.

　He turned around and looked at the old minister beside him - after fighting with Xing Mo, he was not yet dead, but the severed hand seemed to be unable to be reattached.

　"Tilson, go kill Rathorn and give him a warrior's end."

　"Ah."

　The one-armed old minister nodded slightly and turned to leave.

　Nidfila's gaze returned to Xingmo's face:

　"Come aboard, I'll take you to see Youmeng Jiade."

　"Om——"

　On the bridge, accompanied by the sound of the Galarhorn, the Dusk Fleet began to leave the Tail Valley.

　The coalition forces all moved into the lower city, including the Steam Spiders and the Pale Army. It was hard to imagine that one ship could accommodate an entire army.

　Of course, this is based on the premise that there are not many troops left in Nidfila.

　On the bridge, Xingmo closed her eyes and felt the wind blowing her long hair.

　Opposite her, Vivian was staring at Nedfila's back with a dazed look.

　The dragons of Mortiheim... that is the bloodline of the Ice Dragon family...

　There are many more in Mortiheim.

　The bloodline of the dragon... has never been broken...

Chapter 593: The Great Warship that Destroys a Nation (Part 4) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Amidst the vast snow and fog, the vast ice field is faintly visible under the pale frost clouds.

　If you look closely, you will find that the ice field is not completely frozen - the shimmering ice sea breathes between the huge cracks in the ice, catching the little light cast by the white frost.

　Endless ice sea.

　Beneath the sea, Xingmo vaguely felt that some huge creature was breathing. Waves of spiritual pressure accompanied by his breathing were transmitted to the surface of the sea, causing the waves to surge.

　"Da da da da..."

　A small boat was lowered, carrying Nidfila, Xingmo, Vivian, and Aurora.

　Next to the boat, Loki and Angrboda sat on Fenrir's back, and the giant wolf walked on the sea as if it were flat ground.

　"Where do dragons live?" Vivian looked around. "It looks like a wild place..."

　"The civilization of the dragons of Mortiheim ceased to exist after the fall of the nations," Nidfila hissed. "Nidalis must have given you the illusion that dragons are no different from other intelligent creatures, correct?"

　"We have houses and social structures." Vivian recalled everything in the Ice Dragon Family Garden.

　"It was this delusion that caused you to abandon your fangs and become completely harmless sheep after the death of Nidlis."

　Nidfila raised the lantern stained with dusk and looked ahead:

　"He abandoned many things, from his name to his identity, so that the future generations only have left him with a cold title."

　"The Ice Dragon Emperor wants to bring dragons into the human world, but look at the icy sea before you."

　The cold wind howled, the ice floated up and down, and every splashing wave carried a spiritual power that seemed to suffocate people.

　There is no civilization here, only extreme barbarism.

　"Buzzing..."

　As the boat went deeper, the sea began to tremble.

　"Something is approaching," Xingmo said, "There are a lot of them."

　"It's a small animal, right?" Aurora shrugged.

　The next second, huge shadows broke through the waves, their figures lined up like towering mountains.

　They come in different colors, including green, red, black, and of course ice blue.

　The dragon followers raised their necks, covering the boat, and their vertical pupils released dragon power.

　"Niedefira! You are not welcome in the Endless Ice Sea!" a dragon roared, "Get out of here! Go and submit to your Supreme Being!"

　"I'm here to see Youmengjiade." Nidefira looked up.

　"I say it again," the dragon growled, "Get out!"

　He suddenly released his dragon power towards the boat, intending to intimidate the Dragon King who was more powerful than him.

　Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other and shrugged.

　Is this a dragon? Even when glaring at the Dragon King, he is not panicking.

　It can be seen that Nidfila is indeed very unpopular, and even when he returned to his hometown, no one welcomed him.

　"Uncle Long, can you please

　"Can you please stop being so mean to me?" Loki waved his hand. "Give me some respect. Look who else is on the boat."

　"Who else? Who else could it be..."

　The dragon's eyes narrowed, and then it locked eyes with Xingmo and Aurora.

　"Evil God and Star Angel!" His voice suddenly distorted.

　The dragons began to surge, and the waves came in waves, rocking the boat back and forth.

　"Needefira! Have you become a Star Angel's pet?"

　"Can't it be our pet?" Aurora complained.

　"Needfela will join us in the fight against the Supreme One," Xingmo looked up at the dragons, "We need Youmengjiade's help."

　"Star Angel, we will not take sides," a red dragon hissed, "between the Supreme One and you, no matter who wins, it has nothing to do with us."

　At this moment, Loki jumped on Fenrir's back:

　"Uncles! Please give us some face! Let us meet Youmeng Jiade!"

　"Cunning Loki, you are several times older than us, so don't call me uncle!" an old dragon muttered.

　"What are you talking about! I will always be thirteen!" Loki widened his eyes.

　"Everyone, please go back. If it's Bifrost you want, we won't hand it over." The dragon lowered its head. "Of course, Star Angel, you can also crush our heads, kill us, and finally kill Youmeng Jiade, and then get what you want."

　"Do you think I won't do that?" Xing Mo said lightly, expressionless.

　"It would be an honor for any powerful man to fight you, an earthly angel who has ascended the ladder from mortal man."

　The old dragon chuckled.

　Xing Mo was about to say something when he suddenly heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

　Vivian jumped onto the head of the boat, holding Jun Zhijian in one hand and Black Shura in the other.

　"Then come and fight, Dragon, we will kill your master!"

　Her eyes were full of ferocity and her attack power was extremely strong.

　Looking at the fierce Vivian, the dragons were slightly stunned.

　Lao Long was the first to react. He lowered his head and said softly:

　"Are you Perseth's sister?"

　"He's also a descendant of the Ice Dragon Emperor Nidlis!" Vivian shouted. "Come on, Dragon, don't you want a fight? I will personally take the Rainbow Stone from you."

　However, facing Vivian's provocation, what amazed the dragons even more was her identity.

　"The bloodline of Nidlis has returned, and it's the one that didn't submit to the Supreme Being... After all these years, it's truly moving..."

　"Yes... Unlike the cowardly Nidfila, thanks to that former king, we can migrate to Yanxia every winter to warm up for a while, although there are no sea breams there..."

　"...The descendants of Nidlis took over his banner and began to rebel against fate..."

　"Hey! Are you going to fight or not?" Vivian shouted.

　"We'll take you to Youmengjiade," the old dragon lowered his head and bowed to Vivian. "Don't get me wrong, we don't recognize Nidfela as the legitimate Dragon King, but we will always respect the Ice Dragon Emperor. Even if we remain neutral, we will still preserve a descendant for his bloodline."

　"Just like Perses Xia, so are you."

　After that, most of the dragons sank into the sea, leaving only the old dragon flapping its wings and flying away.

　Vivian clutched the two swords, staring blankly at the dragons that had suddenly become docile.

　They said they were going to fight... Why didn't they fight...

　The title of Ice Dragon Emperor...is it so effective in the eyes of the Dragon of Mortiheim?

　Vivian jumped off the bow, glanced at Nidfila, and said softly:

　"How unlovable are you..."

　"They are dragons, and they don't like a conservative king, that's all." said Nidfila.

　"You know you're conservative too," Aurora complained.

　"A chain in exchange for good weather and harvests during three thousand years of cold waves is worth it to me," Nidfila said calmly.

　The small boat started to sail across the icy sea, following the old dragon.

　"Don't be so sarcastic about my brother. He's doing this for his people under the Frost Wave after all," Loki muttered. "In his eyes, those lives are more important than his own freedom and dignity."

　"Is the life of the people more important than dignity..."

　Aurora muttered, turning to glance at Xingmo.

　Conservative people cannot break their fate and can only be swept away by the tide of the times and forced to make one decision after another.

　For a moment, Aurora seemed to understand more about what Xingmo was doing now.

　For the sake of freedom of will, some things are bound to be given up.

　There will always be someone who will be pushed to the forefront of the trend of the times and become a leader.

　Nidfila is one kind of leader, Xingmo is another.

　Every choice a leader makes is destined to be bound by many external things.

　Noticing Aurora's gaze, Xingmo lowered her head and blinked.

　"what's wrong?"

　"fine."

　Aurora gently held Xingmo's hand.

　""

　After a long time, the ship arrived at the depths of the ice sea.

　The sea ahead was very spacious, appearing as a huge crescent moon above the ice.

　The wind was blowing coldly as the giant dragon flew in the air, overlooking the icy sea waves below.

　"We're here." The old dragon landed on a piece of floating ice and raised his head:

　"Youmeng Jiade, your guest is here."

　"Buzzing..."