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

　Even though He is unconscious, the instinct of all beings seems to be to break free from their constraints.

　free...

　Free will...

　All living things desire free will...

　But Evelamis still couldn't understand what free will was.

　Now, she began to understand those creatures' desire for free will and their emotions.

　But what does this emotion mean?

　Thinking so, Ivramis turned around and stepped into the golden light.

　She came to the pond in the garden and looked down at it.

　Evelyn Misty does not intend to choose a second saint. Before she reaches a conclusion, she does not want Lucifer's tragedy to happen again.

　Then, create a guardian for them...

　Protect them until I figure this out...

　Ivramis raised her hand to the sky, and golden stars twinkled, plucking a piece of night for her.

　She used the night sky as a feather, took out a blood-stained flower from her heart, and intertwined it with the feather.

　That's Lucifer's flower.

　She will create a new angel who will inherit Lucifer's extraordinary powers and become the guardian of the garden.

　Let's call him Crow.

　Ivramis turned her head and looked at Gabriel beside her.

　"Teach him how to fight, teach him how to watch," she said.

　The Archangel nodded slightly:

　"I will, Mother."

　Ivramis took a step forward, her white little feet stepped into the pond, and walked towards the deep water step by step.

　When her face was also submerged in water, she turned into a meteor and began to dive continuously.

　In the deepest part of the pond, quiet blue and gold formed a band of light, and Ivramis flowed in the water, lingering around it.

　She let go, letting the darkness float up and overlap with the flowers.

　The flower fell along with the darkness, falling into the depths of the pond.

　Then, the soul and flesh began to take shape.

　"Crow." Ivramis called softly.

　Following her call, the crow under the pond opened its eyes and looked at the Virgin Mary in confusion.

　"crow."

　"Mother..." the crow murmured softly, and the darkness spread into six wings, wrapping around his body, and he curled up like a baby.

　"Your name is Crow."

　"Crow, please remember your duty."

　"You must protect them forever... Protect the white doves in the garden..."

　"This is...your destiny..."

　Ivramis stretched out her hand, and golden threads fell from the air, piercing every joint of the crow.

　After completing this step, Ivramis began to float up, leaving the crows tossing and turning in the darkness.

　She broke through the water, her wet skirt sticking to her body, and her perfect body like a marble sculpture was faintly visible in the sunlight.

　"I'll leave the crow to you."

　"Ah."

　Gabriel nodded and stared at the pond, watching the figure float up.

　And Ivramis raised her head, looked at the sky, and her eyes fell on the sun.

　She is going to find Yi, the Golden Sun.

　"boom"

　A golden meteor shot up into the sky. At this moment, whether it was the angels in the garden or the people of the nations, they all saw a golden meteor rising from the ground and flying into the sky, constantly breaking through the sonic boom.

　The meteor went farther and farther, until it disappeared at the end of the sky.

　Stellar orbits.

　On the surface of the sun, prominence matter surges like a boiling sea.

　Ivramis found I on the surface of the sea.

　The majestic body of the divine bird hovered in the air, surrounded by golden flames, forming a ferocious throne.

　Sensing the approach of the starlight, the Golden Sun Wheel opened its eyes, and its huge body began to shrink, eventually transforming into a human form.

　"Evramis, it's been a while since I last saw you."

　A handsome man was suspended in the sky, with six wings made of golden flames behind him.

　He looked at Ivramis and smiled gently:

　"What's matter?"

　Golden Sun Yi, the sun god, is a great creature born from the stars.

　Unlike Ivramis and the Dark Moon Dragon, who were created by the Painted Strings using natural concepts, Ivramis is a consciousness born from a star and is the native god of this galaxy.

　All the String Painter did was anchor His mind.

　He used the light of the stars to maintain the barrier of the Shepherd Star, preventing the crazy starlight from pouring in and destroying the lives on the planet.

　"Yi, you are the god of life."

　Ivramis approached Yi, hesitation flickering in her eyes.

　This slight hesitation was actually enough to surprise Yi - Ivramis, the Star Angel, actually showed a hesitant expression?

　In Yi's memory, Evelamis is an emotionless god. She is not only responsible for the greatest weaving of destiny, but also possesses the most powerful combat power among the three supreme gods.

　Even if the dragon and the divine bird attack her together, they may not be able to defeat her.

　But now, her expression was like that of a hesitant girl.

　"What happened?" Yi asked with concern.

　"I want to understand life."

　Ivramis spoke:

　“Why does life pursue freedom? What is the meaning of freedom to life?”

　"I thought you didn't care about these things," Yi smiled faintly. "After you have seen the river of fate from a macro perspective, do you still care about the feelings of those living beings?"

　"I didn't care before, but now I... can't understand it." Ivramis shook her head.

　Looking at Ivramis's expression, Yi didn't speak for a while.

　"Understanding this may mean pain," he whispered.

　"Pain?" Ivramis tilted her head. "What is pain?"

　"If you really want to know, I can help you."

　Yi stretched out his hand, and golden light gathered in his palm, gradually emitting a green glow.

　The string of life.

　"Align your destiny with it," Yi whispered softly, "but... before doing so, you need to think twice."

　"Why?" Ivramis looked up.

　This time, Yi paused for a long time before continuing:

　"Perhaps this is not what the Father wants."

　""

　Looking at the string of life, Ivramis's eyes were calm.

　God the Father does not want that.

　mission.

　fate.

　moonlight.

　Ivramis stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers—

　"Snapped!"

　The golden strings and the green strings intersect, playing a magnificent chapter together -

　"Om——"

　Ivramis roared above the giant silver tree again, but this time, what she saw was not the countless tributaries of fate.

　Instead, they are thin streams of light flowing among the giant trees.

　The streams of light flowed along the contours of the giant trees, sometimes broken and sometimes continuous, as beautiful as jade flowing in crystal.

　That is life.

　Ivramis moved closer to the giant tree and stretched out her hand to touch life.

　This time, she didn't ask fate.

　She asked life:

　"Why do you long for freedom?"

　""

　The green light spread out, engulfing Ivramis's vision.

　Hustle.

　In the ancient arena, a strong man raised his bronze helmet and shouted:

　"Warriors! The glory of Garo has been tarnished! Are you willing to fight in the arena for your entire lives, just to perform for those nobles in silk clothes?"

　"I know, there are people waiting for you outside! I have people waiting for me outside too! Even if there's no one! The whole oasis is waiting for you outside!"

　"The chains must be broken! We must resist! Tear open the cage! Tear open the cage!"

　"Tear open the cage! Tear open the cage!"

　Ivramis watched as the warriors put on their helmets and turned into a bronze wave amid their shouts, rushing out of the Colosseum.

　Their wave swept halfway across the city until the men in black armor overwhelmed them and smeared the streets with their blood.

　The uprising lasted for a day and a night. In the early morning of the next day, the man in black armor picked up the deformed bronze helmet from the pool of blood, wiped it with his hand, and looked at the words engraved on the helmet with contempt.

　"Rosateus... looks like the woman I frequent..."

　"This name is very common in the desert." The man next to him put his hands on his hips.

　"It doesn't matter. Let's go and report to His Majesty the King."

　The black-armored man tossed his helmet aside, wiped the lit runes off his blade, and walked to the end of the street.

　Wherever he passed, there were broken limbs of gladiators everywhere.

　Tear the cage apart.

　Ivramis didn't know why they resisted. Judging from the results, they were extremely overestimating their own abilities - those black-armored warriors were obviously several times stronger than them.

　She turned her head and looked at the man's head rolling in a pool of blood - there was still a trace of hideousness on it.

　What made him so ferocious?