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

　"Towards the Frozen Garden."

　""

　At night, Alice stood in front of the church and looked up at the moon.

　She was looking for a day with sufficient night light to spy on the red moon and complete the acquisition of the prophecy.

　However, the moonlight on these two days was not bright enough.

　This means that the light of the red moon is not close enough to the real world.

　""

　After looking up at the moon for a long time at the church door, Alice lowered her head and prepared to go back to the church to make a cup of tea.

　But at this moment, countless broken images suddenly flashed through her mind.

　Marionette.

　deep red.

　A duel between the Sons of God and the Sons of God.

　Trinity.

　Golden threads hang down from the sky, binding the puppet of fate.

　"!"

　Alice turned her head sharply and saw that the clouds had suddenly dissipated, revealing a pale blue crescent moon shining brightly in the sky.

　bright.

　Alice knew that the crescent moon was just a projection of the quiet sea of ​​stars on the sky. When the moonlight was bright enough, it meant that the red moon was close enough to the real dimension.

　What happened to Xiaomo...that caused the power of Hongyue to suddenly become closer to the real world?

　No... This is not the time to think about this.

　"Prepare the string array immediately!"

　Alice shouted.

　She walked to the center of the string magic circle and opened the Book of Hell.

　Crimson runes surged out of the book, quickly clinging to Alice's neck and climbing up her face.

　The members of Section 1 hurriedly took their positions and raised their wands. The string magic circle on the ground quickly outlined a golden light, connecting with Xingmo in the distant Motiheim through the Holy Star Church.

　"Om..."

　Golden starlight climbed up Alice's body, covering the deep red.

　Alice closed her eyes and entered a special state of clairvoyance through the induction of the Book of Hell.

　distant.

　She seemed very far away from this world and this starry sky.

　The crimson light shone through Alice's eyelids, outlining the lens of her eyes.

　The ant climbed up the rock, and the moment it raised its antennae, it felt like it was touching the sky.

　Open your eyes.

　""

　In the silence, Alice opened her eyes.

　Bathed in crimson, she locked eyes with the moon.

　moon.

　The deep red full moon hung in the night sky, overlooking the earth.

　In the center of the full moon, Alice saw a huge, lifeless eye.

　The moment he looked into that eye, all the stars in the sky seemed to distort, and the orderly star tracks were twisted into whirlpools, with deep red and black gradually blending into blue and gold colors, as if a crazy post-impressionist painter was painting the night sky with his brush.

　Under the layers of light and shadow, a deep red needle pierced Alice's eyes.

　information.

　Bloodline.

　The first golden bough.

　""

　In the depths of darkness, the First Saint, Arcadia Thane, knelt before the Door of Painting.

　A golden branch grew out of the door, and a stream of golden blood poured down from the top of the head.

　"From now on..."

　Arcadia raised his head, and golden blood poured into his crown.

　"Carry this key."

　"!"

　Alice suddenly sat up from the ground of the string magic circle and broke free from the support of the staff.

　"The first golden bough is in Ophelia's veins!" she cried. "It's in her!"

Chapter 595: The Great Warship that Destroys a Nation (Part 6)

　-4k- (Dual Updates in One)

　When the thread of fate dropped, I knew the time had come.

　The river of history is a huge stage. On this stage with a scale of three thousand years, heroes, kings, princes and generals appear one after another, dancing with their cloaks behind them, showing the audience below the stage the traces they have left in history.

　But in the eyes of that audience, only a few people left a mark.

　Many years later, when I look back at today again, what kind of feelings will arise in my heart?

　Or in other words, do I still have a future?

　The audience member seemed to have been watching from the side of the stage. Apart from the occasional faint golden light at the edge of my vision, I rarely felt his gaze.

　Evelymis, the goddess of the sea of ​​stars, has not responded to the prayers of mortals for a long time.

　For a long time, I even felt that I had broken free from the constraints of fate. I felt that I was acting with free will, and every decision I made came from my heart.

　When the thread of fate fell again, I realized that I was still on the stage.

　Just like the countless emperors, heroes, and legends dancing on the stage, I did not jump out of the stage after all. I just made small struggles again and again under the pull of the silk thread.

　The gravitational force of fate still pulls everyone in this world.

　We are puppets on the stage, dancing wildly on the stage of fate, dancing until the end of the world.

　The goddess's thread always reminds me when I am about to forget it, and I have never been free from it.

　Stars, moon, sun.

　Keys, chains, and the bound.

　Now, thousands of threads converge at the center of the world, binding the two highest puppets.

　Me, or Cain.

　As dusk fades into the night, the Shepherd's Star String will light up under the brilliant night sky.

　One of them, I or Cain, will be the Saint.

　Now it seems that the goddess doesn't care who it is.

　She gave us a chance for a fair duel, a twilight of the gods, a final light before night.

　I have learned a lot in just over a decade of life.

　Even if we are destined to step into that quiet night, even if great harmony is inevitable.

　I will roar until I burn out.

　Najrfa, cabin.

　Beside the bed, Xingmo stood up and gently combed her long, inky hair.

　The golden halo dispersed and spun in her emerald green pupils.

　Beside her, Aurora was already dressed and stretching.

　"...Little Saint, I discovered something."

　Aurora adjusted her bow tie and smiled gently at Xingmo, who turned around.

　"You see, in the sacred texts of the Xinghai Cult, the event of unification that wiped out all living things is called the Great Harmony."

　"In the elves' records, this end is also called the Crimson Doom."

　"And in Mortiheim, in the Book of Hell, this catastrophe is called Ragnarok."

　"This holy war has been predicted in different ways in different cultural contexts around the world, but it has left very different marks on history."

　"The Xinghai Cult's interpretation of Great Harmony is the end of all suffering, the end of atonement, and the advent of paradise."

　"The elves' interpretation of the Crimson Doom is that it is a disaster that is destined, has already happened, and is inevitable."

　"And in the Book of Hell, this Ragnarok is a holy war, our war against Cain."

　"You said, it's clearly the same thing, but it can be divided into so many interpretations..."

　"...Does that mean that fate isn't so absolute?"

　"Perhaps, little polymath."

　Xingmo gently rubbed Aurora's head:

　"It's like... well... you're being passive, but you're still trying to tell others that you're just having fun."

　"Hey!" Aurora's cheeks flushed. "I'm talking to you seriously! What are you talking about? You big pervert little saint!"

　"Hahahahaha..."

　Xingmo happily rubbed Aurora's red cheeks:

　"I don't want to make the atmosphere so... fatalistic."

　The smile in her eyes faded a lot, and she lowered her head, resting it between her slender fingers.

　The stinging pain when the thread of fate connected is still vivid in my mind.

　"Aurora, I don't really care about the ending."

　Her voice was very soft, like a tiny drop of rain falling into a pond, causing very limited ripples.

　"Even if... it really was Cain who finally grasped the Shepherd's String, so what?"

　"She is a god. The greatest domination she can exercise over mortals is to manipulate their fate and weave it into her own hands."

　"In other words, the little white dove simply wanted to...escape its own fate."

　"Even if I die, the Citadel won't end up in such a miserable state."

　"Some people might be sad, and Alice and Miriam might cry again, but even so... they will still stand up again and move towards the future."

　"It's the same without me."

　"Different!"

　Aurora suddenly grabbed Xingmo's wrist.

　Xing Mo was stunned and met Aurora's burning eyes - she rarely saw Aurora's eyes so burning.

　"The little saint is very important to us..."

　At this point, her eyes dodged:

　"...to the great

　Home is important, too.”

　Looking at Aurora's profile, Xingmo blinked calmly, her emerald green pupils reflecting the floral hairpin in Aurora's hair.

　She is very pretty.