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

　He walked to the edge of the meteorite and looked at the distant Muguang Star.

　"After you showed me the future, I actually felt at ease."

　"The sun will rise again tomorrow, and its light will illuminate the people of gold and the people of mist, the mountains of giants, the rivers of elves, and the horizons of dragons..."

　"That's your plan, isn't it?"

　Yi turned his head and his eyes fell on Ivramis's face.

　There were two timelines that Evelamis showed him.

　One is the timeline that Father God desires.

　And the other one... is woven by Ivramis...

　A brand new timeline...

　In that timeline, Yi's fall occurred earlier than originally planned.

　And killing him...

　...It was Ivramis.

　"Do you want to fight for the freedom of that moon?" Yi whispered.

　"Not just Him," Ivramis shook her head, "but everything."

　all.

　Everything behind the cage.

　Everything on the Tower Terrace.

　Everything in Makita.

　Everything beneath the slabs of stone was left in ruins by war.

　Everything that is not manipulated and is still free.

　As she said this, Ivramis seemed to have returned to the branch, sitting next to Aurora, and counting the stars together.

　She had once questioned the meaning of it all, but now she understood.

　Such a world would not be beautiful, and the String Painter's picture of the universe would not be beautiful.

　That is not order, but another kind of chaos.

　"...Will you blame me?"

　Ivramis whispered:

　"You...could have lived...longer..."

　"What's the difference?"

　Yi Youyi

　He smiled again. He was the sun, scorching but warm.

　"The sun will always hang there. I was born in its sea of ​​fire, and will return to that sea of ​​fire when I die."

　"I am the God of Life. I love those lives. If they can live under a brighter sun, then my burning will have meaning."

　"What do you need me to do?"

　"Wait." Ivramis closed her eyes.

　"it is good."

　Yi walked to the side of Ivramis and patted her shoulder gently:

　"Let the fire of the sun light your way, along with the light of your star..."

　"By the way, if there ever comes a day when we must fight..."

　"I'm so sorry, Ivramis..."

　"I'm sorry, too." Ivramis lowered her head.

　"Don't be discouraged. I thought you were destined to be His defender, but you became a revolutionary."

　Yi reached out and rubbed Ivramis's head:

　"Remember the key point. All living beings are contaminated by the scarlet, including you and me. Do you know how to break this situation?"

　"I will separate the scarlet within my spirit," Ivramis raised her head and met I's gaze. "Then, I will find the anchor He buried within the red moon and seal it, buying more time for this world."

　"What happens next?" Yi asked softly.

　"I will die a martyr and crush His ambitions," said Ivramis, a golden light flashing in her eyes. "Then, someone will take over this place... and take good care of everything."

　"who is it?"

　"A friend, she will come after a long time, but she will definitely come."

　Ivramis looked towards the direction of the High Heavens and smiled softly.

　Looking at the profile of Ivramis, Yi hesitated for a moment before speaking softly:

　"Are you sure she'll treat those lives properly?"

　"I am sure."

　Ivramis closed her eyes and recalled those blood-red eyes.

　"She loves those lives just like you do."

　The six golden wings spread out, Ivramis opened her eyes, and finally looked at I.

　"I'm leaving."

　"Goodbye."

　Yi raised her hand and waved gently.

　"besides..."

　"Thank you."

　"Om——"

　A golden meteor streaked across the night sky and flew into the boundless deep space.

　Watching the golden star go away, Yi Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and his stable breath suddenly became disordered.

　He lowered his head and looked at his forearms—colorful cracks spread across his skin.

　That is pollution from the real starry sky.

　"I thought I would perish irresponsibly," Yi smiled, "Thank you, Xingxing..."

　"At least, until then, I get to taste apples again."

　Deep in the garden, next to the endless quiet lake.

　The dragon opened its eyes and looked up at the sky.

　Hundreds of years have passed since he and his sister forged their destiny and ushered in the Crimson Rebellion.

　For hundreds of years, he continued to observe the truth and record the thoughts and ideas of people from all nations.

　For a hundred years, he kept missing his sister, the sister who had gone into deep space and had not returned for a long time.

　In fact, Obsgula could always sense her sister's position - she traveled around the world, pretending to be a missionary saint, just like the saint she once was.

　She traveled to every corner of the world to personally understand everything in the mortal world.

　Perhaps, my sister still misses Lucifer, the Morning Star Angel who fell after being contaminated by Crimson.

　Therefore, Obusgula did not bother her sister, but only took the time to glance at the mortal world from time to time.

　And just recently, he finally sensed his sister's return.

　He came to the lake early and waited for his sister.

　""

　A ray of starlight streaked across the sky, passing through the mountains that were dyed into blurred blocks of color by the mist, splitting the gray and white into two.

　As the starlight flew over the lake, it created ripples on the water. Ivramis landed on the shore, her six wings slightly folded.

　"Sister," Obusgula raised her front legs, "You're back."

　"Ah."

　Ivramis raised her head and gave Obusgula a faint smile.

　This smile stunned Obusgula. He paused for a long time before speaking in a low voice:

　"Sister, you... have changed."

　"Ah."

　Ivramis walked up to Obsgula and gently touched his head.

　"I traveled to various countries, to live, to... observe."

　“I’ve met many people, witnessed their lives, and witnessed the decline and rise of nations.”

　""

　The tone of Evelamis's voice was no longer as ethereal as before, and her eyes were no longer dull. Obsgula read the emotion in them.

　He seemed to suddenly realize something and spoke softly:

　"Sister... now that I'm back, it's time to weave my destiny again. You..."

　"Yeah, that's right."

　Ivramis walked under the small tree. The tree had been growing there for hundreds of years, but it never grew up. Ivramis guessed that it was Orb's idea.

　Because, there was a swing hanging on the branch of that small tree.

　That was what Obusgula had put there with his clumsy front paws. He had put a lot of effort into it. Perhaps because he didn't want the little tree to grow up, he simply used the truth to keep it forever young.

　Ivramis sat on the small swing, and Obusgula went around behind her and used his claws to

　The son gently pushed her.

　"I want to avoid that future." Ivramis said softly.

　"Is this possible?" Orbusgula whispered.

　"It is possible," Ivramis whispered, "the beings of the nations will be freed from their cages, but we will still die."

　Mist lingered around the lake, and a breeze blew through the small trees, rustling the leaves.

　After a long silence, Obusgula spoke softly:

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

　At this time, the sky became a little darker. Ivramis raised her head and pointed at the sun:

　"Look, there's a solar eclipse."

　Obusgula looked up and saw the sun half swallowed by the shadow.

　Iran's protection of the world is weakening.

　"Is it really irreversible?" Obusgula whispered.

　"According to Father's will, the Golden Sun uses its gravity to pull the Red Moon. It is only a matter of time before it is completely contaminated, and that time has already arrived."

　Ivramis recalled the conversation with Yi a hundred years ago. At that time, she had already seen the pollution in Yi, and knew that he was just holding on, but she just didn't expose it.

　The dignity of the sun is supreme. It burns itself out for all things, not for pity.

　"He has long been prepared to die, but death is never the most terrifying thing. I don't want to see him become a puppet of the red moon."

　"So you're going to kill Him?" Obsgula's vertical pupils closed slightly.

　Ivramis reached out and gently stroked the dragon's upper jaw:

　"I have my own plan. My Father taught me how to chart my own destiny. I've seen the destination, a scarlet future."

　"I'm not talking about the crimson apocalypse we saw, but the scarlet one that's even more terrifying."

　"Is this the new future you've seen in these hundreds of years?" Orbusgula asked in a low voice.