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

　The moment these words were shouted, a flash of crimson seemed to appear in the distance.

　At first, Xingmo didn't know what Cain had done.

　But when the overwhelming ice-blue flames swept over, her pupils trembled slightly——

　——The skull of the old god has been restored!

　Cain grafted Enoch's fate of "being set back in time by the misfortune of time" onto the destroyed skull of the old god!

　In the presence of the Holy Spirit, Cain cannot influence Xingmo's fate, nor can he influence Merlin's fate, but he can still influence a broken divine corpse!

　The timeline of the Skull of the Old God has been rewound to the moment before it was destroyed!

　As the ice-blue flames flickered between heaven and earth, the string of truth in front of Xingmo began to vibrate!

　The Skull of the Old God is the master of truth in this world! The Dark Moon Dragon has the highest control over truth!

　As the ice-blue flames exploded, Cain raised a finger, and the string of truth gathered at her fingertips.

　Her face was covered in deep red cracks, which quickly spread to the skull of the old god, soon covering the entire skull.

　"There is no more fate, truth, or life in Mortiheim!"

　Cain roared:

　"This is a truth!"

　"Thirteen Strings, Dark Moon!"

　The next second, the old god's skull exploded completely—

　"boom"

　Ice-blue flames shot up into the sky, the world began to distort like oil paint, and all existence began to collapse!

　When everything collapsed, the Supreme Three Strings in front of Xing Mo began to collapse!

　Cain sacrificed the head of the old god and played the thirteen-string magic dark moon, destroying all destiny, truth, and life within the scope of Mortiheim!

　If she can't get the Shepherd's String, no one can get it!

　Correspondingly, with the collapse of these three basic laws, the world also began to collapse!

　Before fate disappeared, Xingmo decisively used his magic wand to touch the string of fate!

　She knew that if fate, truth, and life all disappeared, everyone would die.

　All her friends who come to her aid will die!

　Innocent goblins, dragons, giants, elves, and humans will all die!

　Alice will die, Vivian will die, Alia will die...

　...Aurora will die too.

　Space without the three basic laws cannot accommodate the existence of life.

　The Holy Spirit will not die, the Holy Woman will not die, and the existence of the Trinity transcends time and space.

　And Cain, who carries the projection of the red moon through the crimson heaven...will not die either.

　Therefore, at the moment when everything was about to disappear, Xing Mo made an almost instinctive decision -

　"grafting!"

　She grafted the fate of Motiheim onto herself!

　In an instant, everything began to stabilize, but Xingmo's body began to collapse!

　Her body is no longer favored by the three laws, which means that she is about to turn into nothingness.

　At this time, the golden star and moon rose, and the person represented by the saint bound Xingmo firmly to this world!

　But she couldn't move. Her body turned into golden crystals starting from the soles of her feet and climbed all the way up to her abdomen!

　"boom----"

　The crimson light bloomed like a red spider lily, separating Cain and Xingmo from everything outside.

　Merlin and Aurora continued to attack the realm, but they could not penetrate it - the crimson moonlight tore the space apart from the level of destiny.

　Cain, covered in wounds, walked towards Xingmo step by step, holding the Spear of Longinus.

　She was laughing, and as she laughed, she was crying.

　"...Hahahaha...wuwu...I just want to...hahaha! Freely...wuwu...go and see..."

　Tears streamed down Cain's cheeks, and the moonlight reflected in her deep red eyes, but she looked so pitiful.

　She walked step by step towards the star foam that was gradually turning into crystal due to the loss of the three laws, aiming at the golden star and moon on her chest.

　“Hahahaha…Give it to me…You…Wuwuwu…You are also in pain…Right…Hahaha! No…Wuwuwu…”

　Cain looked pitiful at one moment and laughed loudly at another, like a capricious madman.

　Seeing her getting closer, Xingmo also began to laugh:

　“Hehehe…hahahaha…”

　Xingmo and Cain laughed together, and a crazy power began to climb up her pupils.

　"You...are very imaginative...hahahaha...little...white dove..."

　Xingmo smiled and watched Cain getting closer and closer, watching Cain who was about to snatch the golden star and moon from her hand.

　“But you…are too naive…hahahaha!!”

　Xingmo suddenly burst into laughter.

　Under Cain's stunned gaze, she saw a red spider lily flash in Xingmo's pupils!

　"Varied..."

　"Lucifer! Morning Star Angel! Crimson Apostle! King of Hell!"

　"Satan!"

　Xingmo called out the ancient angel's honorable name while letting the crimson color stain her eyes.

　"Graft me! Time!"

　A deep red halo instantly spread, pulling Xingmo's existence directly out of reality.

　When the deep red in his eyes faded away, Xing Mo found himself flying close to a giant silver-white tree!

　Using Lucifer's ability to manipulate fate, Xingmo grafted himself with a certain period of himself in the past.

　And that self is the self who is flying towards the past through the time rift!

　She caught a ride!

　Now, Xingmo's mind is filled with madness, but her ideas for solving problems are still clear.

　Cain left Motiheim without fate, truth, or life, and Xingmo grafted this fate onto himself, causing his body to collapse.

　In other words, in the current timeline, it is impossible for her to play the Shepherd's Star String within the scope of Mortiheim.

　At this moment, the thoughts of Dark Elf King Eris El came into Xingmo's mind——

　——If we don’t play the Shepherd’s Star Strings from now on, how about from the past?

　As long as we can find the time in the past when the Supreme Three Strings were at their peak, and channel that power to the future Xingmo...

　...How could Cain stop it?

　The past is set.

　Cain can block the future Supreme Trichord, but it is impossible to block the past!

　"Hahahahaha! Little White Dove, your imagination is still too poor!"

　Xingmo laughed loudly, with crazy stars twinkling in his eyes.

　She quickly locked onto a branch of the silver tree - the point where the power of truth was strongest.

　She will connect with the chord of truth struck at that point—

　"Crack!"

　Xing Mo's eyes shattered like glass, and her consciousness quickly sank into that era.

　"!"

　Crazy.

　Endless madness rushed towards him, and Xingmo felt his body bleeding.

　Behind the Gate of Corpses, Xing Mo was confronting the New Moon.

　At that time, she was only a demigod, and facing the newborn moon, she was obviously powerless to fight.

　"Then I'll lend you my wings...little angel..."

　Xing Mo whispered in his ear, watching himself detonate madness——

　"boom----"

　She lent her wings to her past self, and the two crazy consciousnesses overlapped.

　“Hehehe…hahahaha…”

　The image of the old god's skull exploding flashed before his eyes. Seeing the half-human, half-dragon Yuechen, Xingmo couldn't help but laugh:

　"Look at you... you're in such a mess... and you still think you're a god... a dragon?"

　"You're a scumbag, neither human nor dragon. But to be honest, you have some of the spirit of a Dark Moon Dragon..."

　“…For example, you and Him are both like dead objects! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!”

　Golden starlight, six wings shining.

　Star foam vented its madness on the body of the newborn moon and at the center of the quiet sea of ​​stars.

　Finally, as Vivian ascended to become a crescent moon, Xingmo was bathed in the light of truth.

　She watched as Yuechen's dragon soul flew high into the sky, towards the headless body of the Dark Moon Dragon.

　Oh...! Here we are!

　Xing Mo took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. The image of Perlis and Aurora barging in flashed in his mind, and he said:

　"almost."

　"boom----"

　Pure white flames tore open a crack in space, and Perlis and Aurora rushed in.

　Okay, the situation has stabilized.

　Thinking so, Xingmo mobilized the power of the golden stars and moon and began to establish a connection with the String of Truth.

　As the pale blue threads were woven into the golden stars and moon, Xingmo gradually peeled off from history, preparing to move on to the next point in time.

　When leaving her body, the crazy Xing Mo looked at her with eyes gradually clearing up, and whispered in her ear jokingly:

　"...You owe me one more time, little star..."

　“Hehehe…hahahaha…”

　What the hell...it turns out I was the one who said it...

　I thought it was the goddess of the sea of ​​stars...hahahaha...the goddess is clearly bound...

　Xingmo was happy, and then floated up to the dimension of the Silver Tree and continued flying forward.

　How many times must this happen? How many times must I resort to madness before I can barely carve out a path?

　She travels between the shadows and light of history. Whenever Xingmo of that timeline unleashes madness, Xingmo's consciousness can invade and lend the golden six wings to Xingmo of that timeline.

　At the same time, she used herself in that era to find a time point close enough to the Supreme Sanxian.

　Hehehe hahahahahahaha, no wonder I, a demigod, can go crazy and grow wings. After they grow, I can retract them. I borrowed them!

　Xingmo felt very happy.

　But she also began to feel bored - why was she always releasing madness?

　"You're so useless..." Xing Mo murmured softly, "If you can't control the situation, you can only go crazy... Let's see if going crazy can win..."