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

　""

　Evelamis left history, and with her spine gone, her time was running out.

　She tore open her wings, turned them into countless golden stars, and flew towards the silver tree and the key nodes she had already arranged.

　Some of the feathers will impersonate holy angels, maintaining their anchors and then drawing their anchors to themselves.

　A part of the feathers will maintain the timeline and control those abnormal nodes that may appear.

　Another part of the feathers will perform the duties of the Star Sea Goddess at the appropriate time.

　Until her six wings almost turned into a skeleton, Ivramis finally completed her arrangement.

　Then, she stabbed her hand into her abdomen, took out her internal organs, and condensed them into a small collapsed dot.

　Ivramis didn't know where the kingdoms of the three supreme gods were. The Painter of the Strings seemed to have intentionally controlled those kingdoms, allowing them to appear in the world in their original form, so that they could be killed directly when problems arose.

　And now, Ivramis will create a kingdom of God for herself.

　In the future, she will complete her transformation in that divine kingdom and release the crimson in her body.

　That will be the key to her final decision.

　The only way to accomplish this is to shatter and reassemble the spirit body, transforming from a mortal into an angel again.

　Ivramis must be upgraded to an angel again.

　From man to God.

　""

　Soon, after Ivramis sacrificed her own internal organs, the dark kingdom of God was completed.

　The small section of umbilical cord was held in her hand, flashing with a faint white light.

　Next, is the final step.

　She will hide in the shadows of history, biding her time, waiting for Aurora to come.

　Aurora will surely walk through this world, and she will surely love this world because she loves all things that are full of life.

　Ivramis needs to hand over this world to her, and also needs her power to return to heaven.

　And...she still wants to see her.

　Even when they recognize each other, it means saying goodbye.

　Then, leave the most precious thing to her.

　Ivramis reached out her hand, pierced her chest, and grasped her heart.

　Her personality was being torn apart bit by bit—that was her "humanity," the humanity that gradually emerged after she met Aurora.

　That's her.

　"Ka...ka...ka..."

　"Uhhh...Haa ...

　As her humanity was stripped away bit by bit, Ivramis wailed, and countless golden symbols flashed in her eyes.

　The moment the separation was completed, golden stars twinkled in the sky.

　The saint's status sealed it, and the blue crescent moon surrounded it, protecting it.

　Authority, person, personality.

　The three fuse together to form the embryo.

　The Star Sea Goddess, who was suspended in the air, released her hand, and the embryo fell into the sea, turning into golden and blue stars in the sky.

　Under the ocean current, pairs of eyes lit up, and the Star Sea Goddess recognized them as pale angels.

　He seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He wanted to protect this embryo, and another god gave him the order.

　The Dark Moon Dragon knew the truth before he went crazy, and he ordered his closest angel to protect his sister.

　The Star Sea Goddess had no feelings about this.

　He has no humanity; He is God.

　He raised his head, followed his final will, and flew towards the sky, towards the red moon.

　He will ascend to the red moon, to the eye of the moon, to personally guard the dark side of the moon, and to maintain the quiet sea of ​​stars' control over the red moon.

　He will be there to ensure that His plans are carried out.

　, He will be waiting there.

　He nailed himself to the cross and waited for three thousand years.

　Three thousand years later, in the mortal world, humanity that had lost its memory walked onto the beach and crossed the waves of steam.

　She moves step by step in the chess game she has set up. She is the chess player and the chess piece.

　In this world shrouded in moonlight, she is the freest and the least free.

　""

　Three thousand years later, the dark side of the moon.

　When Evelamis opened her eyes and faced her own humanity, the two reached unity in that instant.

　The figure on the cross disappeared, the new Star Angel was complete, and this body filled with divinity no longer had any meaning to exist.

　Xingmo hung in front of the cross, his eyes dull.

　Three thousand years later, she finally regained her memories and became whole again.

　She is the beginning and she is the end.

　She started this story, and she will also bring it to an end herself.

　Of her free will.

　""

　For the first time, Xingmo truly stood at the crossroads of fate.

　Ahead, there will be no path marked out for her by the goddess of the sea of ​​stars.

　She is the goddess of the sea of ​​stars.

　She will decide her own path.

　"Long time no see, Star Angel."

　Xing Mo turned around and saw an old man in white robe and silver eyes walking towards him among the dust on the moon.

　There was a kind smile on His face.

　After the Door of Painting opened, the Painter's gaze once again fell on the small moon.

　"You are worthy of being my most outstanding creation. You have successfully held me back for three thousand years. This is remarkable. Few creatures can reach your level."

　"Come on, father wants to have a good talk with you."

　The String Painter reached out his hand towards Xingmo:

　"Hand over the Shepherd's String, and you will gain the freedom you desire. You can escape to any part of the universe and live a miserable life."

　"This is my respect for a qualified opponent, even if I can destroy you without any effort."

　"Now, make your choice."

　A silver light flashed in the old man's eyes:

　"Evramis."

　...END...

Chapter 613 Symphony of the Stars

　Mortiheim, the Frozen Garden.

　The crimson in the sky faded, and with the disappearance of the skull of the old god, the seemingly endless snowstorm also dissipated.

　On the battlefield deep in the garden, all living beings were sleeping in a dream with their eyes closed.

　""

　Aurora stood up and looked up at the sky, at the torn corner of the sky.

　When all beings fell into a deep sleep, Aurora knew that Ivramis's plan had reached its final stage.

　The role of the Saint's person is to tie all the anchors on the earth together and bring them together into one.

　Now, all the anchor points are concentrated on Xingmo.

　She is a saint, she is the Holy Spirit, and at the same time...

　...She is the Virgin Mary.

　In the flashback, Aurora seemed to have returned to that journey across time.

　That time, she and her sister were blocked outside the timeline of the Golden Disaster, hanging above the Silver Tree.

　Then, Aurora witnessed firsthand the flow of those timelines as they intersected.

　She saw the nodes supported by golden starlight, and following those nodes back into the past, Aurora understood the logic.

　The "secret hidden between the outlines of the silver-white trees" that my sister mentioned is the same secret that Xingmo saw.

　In the dimension within the world, that secret was sunk into the unknown and carved by the truth into one of the deepest secrets in the world.

　And outside the silver-white tree, it has no escape—

　——Ephramis, that is, Xingmo.

　When this conclusion came to her, Aurora's subconscious mind resonated with it.

　She vaguely realized one thing: this was not the first time she met Xingmo. Before Ivramis stole the flowers, she seemed to... know her.

　In the vague memory, two faces overlapped.

　At that moment, confusion overwhelmed Aurora.

　It was not only because she realized the identity of Evelamis, but also because she saw the direction created by Evelamis and the destination she was going to reach.

　That future is the future of a martyr.

　Aurora once thought that maybe she should do something, maybe she could change something.

　But as subsequent events happened one after another, Aurora felt deeply powerless.

　When she saw the little saint letting the tsunami engulf a city without any emotion, just like the ancient goddess, her psychological defenses collapsed.

　At that time, she didn't think clearly whether she should pity those who died or Xingmo who was forced to stand at the highest point of the era.

　Ivramis, Xingmo.

　She never changed, she always did one thing.

　That side is about protecting free will at all costs.

　Even if it meant taking away her own free will.

　Now, with the fall of Cain, and the Red Moon's influence on this world reduced to a minimum...

　The memories sealed by Aurora's instinct finally awakened again.

　She recalled the moon, recalled the confused angel, recalled how she turned into a crimson marionette and stole the flowers.

　On the silver-white tree, Aurora's eyes seemed to follow Xingmo flying through time, watching her lose herself.

　I lost my younger brother, my older brother, and the children I created.

　She fell into the mortal world, trudged through the waves of the times, and walked to the front step by step.

　History repeated itself again and again. She killed the God of Mist, the Dragon Lord, and Moon Dust, completely burying everything she once cherished.

　She walked out from among all living beings, and immediately headed into deep space alone for a final confrontation with the creator of all things.

　The outcome of that confrontation is not difficult to guess.

　Scarlet has permeated everything in this world, and Xingmo cannot liberate all living beings by using the Shepherd's String.

　Then it is clear what will happen next.