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

　Or is it for...greater ambitions?

　Amidst the turbulence of her thoughts, star foam swept across the low-Earth orbit of the Crimson Moon, and a huge lava lake began to appear in her sight.

　No, that's not a lava lake.

　That's the white part of the Moon's Eye.

　The magma in the lava lake was boiling, and Xingmo recognized the fire - it was the real fire from the stars.

　It was the work of Golden Sun Wheel.

　Broken images flashed in Xingmo's mind. She saw the divine bird fall and its wails spread across the sky.

　Xing Mo closed his eyes, not letting the chaotic thoughts invade his consciousness, and quickly flapped his wings to speed up -

　"boom--"

　Her speed was getting faster and faster, almost flying close to the giant eye on the dark side of the moon, flying towards the center of the lava lake.

　She could feel the golden stars and moon trembling, and she was getting closer and closer to the Eye of the Moon—

　"call----"

　Finally, Xingmo saw the pupil of the Moon's Eye.

　It was a huge crystal woven from crimson light. It floated in the center of the lava lake like an absurd island, trembling with the pulse of the lava.

　Right above the pupil, Xing Mo saw a cross

　A deep red, crystal cross.

　On the cross, long nails nailed the ancient gods to death.

　His wings had turned to dry bones, his body was emaciated, and his long silver-white hair cascaded down, covering his exposed chest.

　Countless golden threads bound the cross, leading to the void in all directions, as if it was bound by the entire sea of ​​stars.

　Ivramis, goddess of the sea of ​​stars.

　The bound one.

　""

　Xingmo flapped his wings and slowly flew to his front, reaching the same height as the ancient god.

　The golden star and moon on her chest began to tremble wildly, and the golden silk threads binding the goddess began to shake along with it.

　"Star Sea Goddess Ivramis," Xingmo said softly, "You..."

　The next second, the Star Sea Goddess raised her head, and her golden eyes met Xing Mo's.

　The golden symbols had never flashed so violently before. Xingmo's mind was instantly cleared, and the surging madness rolled into a tsunami in her mind.

　Old days, garden.

　Angels, dragons, and divine birds.

　By the pond, the dragon asked the girl with golden wings:

　"Sister, do you really want to do this?"

　"Evramis, do you really think you can change that scarlet future? Instead of being a moth to a flame?"

　By the garden pond, the girl turned her head:

　"Like a moth to a flame, it is like perishing in confusion."

　fate.

　The golden star and moon trembled wildly, shattering the layers of chains in Xingmo's mind.

　She saw an old man whispering, she was standing under the crescent moon, she was dreaming.

　Suddenly, she saw Yuechen's bloody face.

　She heard the moon dust whispering:

　"Go ahead, that is the ultimate secret that will elevate you to an angel..."

　"Let me see...ah..."

　She saw two lines of tears running down Yuechen's face.

　“So… So…”

　truth.

　Xing Mo remembered that inside the Skeleton Gate, the dragon scale carrying the ultimate secret slowly descended in front of her.

　That was the key to her advancement to an angel.

　She only took one look at the mirror-like scaly surface, and her consciousness was shattered and her memory collapsed.

　In order to protect her spiritual intelligence, Golden Star Moon sealed that memory.

　But now, she carries seven flowers and possesses a complete golden star and moon.

　The secret hidden in the mirror was no longer something difficult for her to bear.

　Thus, passing through the confusing sea of ​​memory, Xing Mo faced directly for the first time the ultimate secret that elevated her to an angel.

　Amidst the illusory light of dragon scales, she saw the silver-eyed old man turn around, her face reflected in his pupils.

　She heard the old man speak softly:

　"Welcome to the world, angel."

　The face reflected in the old man's pupils, the sea of ​​stars and the cross under the deep sky.

　The two scenes overlap and merge into an identical picture.

　The Star Sea Goddess raised her head and looked at Xing Mo.

　Then, Xing Mo saw the true face of the goddess——

　——It was a face exactly like hers!

　As the golden light in Ivramis's eyes flickered, the old man's words echoed:

　"Your name is, Ivramis."

　"Star Angel."

　...END...

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　The World

　"Star Angel."

　"You are a touch of gold from the crimson cradle, you are the holy

　Mother, the bearer of destiny."

　On the moon, Ivramis raised her head and looked at the old man standing in front of her with a calm face.

　Silver eyes, white clothes, and regular constellations connected behind him. Those constellations spread towards the starry sky, as if connected to the deep space.

　Behind the old man, a golden divine bird was spreading its six wings covered with flames, and its huge body cast a golden glow on the moon.

　"Who are you?" Ivramis asked softly.

　"The Painter of the Strings, your creator."

　The old man walked up to Ivramis and looked down at the girl.

　Long silver hair, golden pupils, and eyes as quiet as starlight.

　"I drew you with divine starlight, and accordingly, you were given a mission."

　"What mission?" asked Ivramis.

　"You will become the Madonna of this world," the old man said mechanically, "You will weave their destinies and draw them into the same direction, the destined direction."

　"For what?" Ivramis asked again.

　"Project Shepherd's Chord," the old man explained, "the stars are chaotic, and we will change all that, bringing order to everything."

　"Orderly?" Ivramis asked again.

　"Yes, everything will no longer be swept away by madness. Free will will disappear, all destinies will be unified, and all suffering will disappear." The old man put his hands behind his back. "That is the Great Harmony. The countless creatures of Shepherd Light Star will pry open the stars, and we will control the direction of the starry sky."

　Control, flow, and the great sacrifice.

　A lot of knowledge was injected into Ivramis's mind, some from other worlds, and some from the depths of the world.

　Marionette.

　On the huge stage, everyone is a puppet.

　"I understand."

　On the surface of the moon, Ivramis stood up, and her white little feet stepped on the soil of the moon.

　She lowered her head, staring at the crimson moon beneath her feet, and whispered:

　"You have suppressed Him and have mastered His power. Isn't that enough?"

　"I can only bind Him, but I cannot control Him," the old man shook his head. "He is something unspeakable, an ancient being. His will is powerful enough, so powerful that it is indelible."

　"But if we can seal off this star, compress the concept of the world into a tiny space, and then fully control the three fundamental forces within this space: fate, truth, and life, we can manipulate them on a conceptual scale."

　"The Crimson Moon is an ancient god born from the torrent of fate. He can control the flow, but it is too chaotic. Since the entire box-shaped universe is closed, if we can bring his power into order, we can control the fate of the entire box-shaped universe."

　"We will start from the tiny planet Muguang and influence the direction of the entire universe."

　"I understand."

　Ivramis nodded and turned to the stars.

　For the first time, her eyes fell on this small planet: what a wonderful world, with beautiful mountains and rivers, the cradle of life.

　A wonderful stage.

　Through the eyes of fate, Ivramis saw the layout of the Painter of the Strings: creatures will live freely in this world, dragons will soar in the sea of ​​clouds, elves will sing in the forest, people of all nations will live and work in peace and contentment, and the spring sunshine will always favor the earth.

　free.

　Even if their final destination is to serve as countless anchors to tie down the string painters at the top of the pyramid.

　Even though they never had free will.

　free.

　For the first time, the starlight born from fate asked fate a question:

　What is freedom?

　She said nothing, but spread her six wings and flew towards the planet as the String Painter had hoped.

　She will become a goddess there.

　Thus, life was sown.

　Countless concepts were plucked from the stars by the String Painters, reshaping everything on the Shepherd Light Star.

　Starlight and moonlight fall on the world, take root and sprout, and outline completely different forms.

　Light elves emerge from the starlight, and dark elves are born under the moonlight.

　Fire dragons rise from the starlight, while ice dragons roar in the moonlight.

　Under the burning flames, the rocks gained intelligence and the giants awakened from the lava in the earth.

　The goblin struggled to crawl out of the muddy pond, his eyes confused.

　In the vastness of time, organisms began to evolve, and all things changed from disorder to order.

　The string is outlined, and the concept of the string is connected to the world.

　Strings constitute everything, and everything expresses the strings.

　Then, in the aftermath of the string vibrations, humans broke free from the food chain.

　Nations sprang up on the meadows of Mortiheim and took root in the promised land flowing with milk and honey.

　All things believe in the starlight, believe in the dark moon, and believe in the sun.