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

　Aurora snapped her fingers, and emerald green aurora descended from the sky—

　"boom!!!"

　Emerald green and silver intersect, and space is constantly torn apart.

　From the crack, Xingmo flapped its wings and flew out, raising both blades and slashing at the String Painter—

　"clang!!!"

　The golden sword blade chopped off the crimson scepter. The old man raised his head, and the halo on his body turned crimson and rose high like a cloak!

　"You're allowing them to destroy the Shepherd's String!" the old man roared. "At this rate, none of us will be able to obtain it!"

　"I don't want to get it." Xing Mo said lightly.

　"Why such hypocritical boasting?" The old man's lips curled slightly. "After experiencing such power and authority, who wouldn't want to possess it for themselves?"

　"I am not you," Xing Mo closed her eyes, "and you will not be me."

　When I opened my eyes again, starlight burst out——

　"boom----"

　The sword was swung upwards, and a golden crescent moon with a diameter of one hundred meters exploded in the dark sea of ​​stars, pushing the old man a hundred meters away in an instant like a surging wave.

　The old man used his crimson staff to block the crescent moon, while astral connections continued to grow behind him, with hundreds of branches simultaneously pushing forward.

　"boom!"

　The golden crescent moon exploded and turned into countless scattered starlights. The old man stretched out his scepter, and the starlights swirled and gathered at the tip of the scepter.

　Then he suddenly stretched forward—

　"boom"

　The crimson lightning instantly swept across a hundred meters of space and hit Xing Mo—

　—No! It hit the holy bell that she was blocking!

　"clang!!!"

　The long-sounding Star Sea Bell exploded, and the crimson lightning instantly disintegrated - the Red Moon destroyed the power that the String Painter had taken from him!

　The lightning disintegrated into countless tiny lightning snakes, each of which rapidly expanded and exploded into a colorful sun.

　——Hongyue took the initiative to spread the will of the Outer Gods to the tenth dimension!

　"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

　In the brilliant explosion, the old man's outline was swallowed up and turned into a blur of color.

　Hanging above the sea of ​​stars, Aurora stretched out her hand, and the brilliant aurora in the sky quickly gathered together, forming a divine spear in front of her.

　Golden starlight quickly dotted the divine spear—Xing Mo was raising his hands, concentrating the power of fate on the divine spear.

　"Let's play a song together." Xingmo blinked.

　"Hmm~"

　Aurora's eyes softened for a moment, then immediately flashed with evil.

　"You will have no life." Aurora cursed.

　"Your fate will end," Xingmo whispered softly, "This is a truth!"

　Gold, blue and green.

　When the three rays of light came together, the magic spear was shaped into a variety of colorful colors.

　Colorful tentacles stretched out from all directions, accompanied by ethereal calls like whales.

　That is the will of the Outer Gods. The power they can use to penetrate into the upper-dimensional space is insignificant, but it is powerful when accumulated over time!

　This is a rebellion from free will!

　"Star Angel!"

　The silver light tore through the crimson fog, and the huge starlight structure quickly extended its tentacles toward the outside world. The old man's huge face stood tall like a giant statue in the silver light!

　The String Painter growled in the shattered upper dimension:

　"I command you! My creation! Stop your usurpation immediately!"

　He was commanding the stars in the same tone as the Creator commanding his creation.

　星沫

　The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and a hint of madness flashed in his pupils.

　"You've run out of tricks!" she yelled.

　Then, accompanied by the symphony of rippling starry sky, countless streams of light converged together, and the tip of the gun reached a white-hot state!

　Countless star branches burst out from the Painter's body, sweeping towards Xingmo and Aurora like an overwhelming force!

　Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other, then held hands and squeezed them tightly.

　Then, they all waved forward.

　"boom"

　The divine spear that combined the Shepherd Star's String and the will of the Outer God broke through the air and pierced through the projection of the String Painter almost instantly!

　"boom!!!!"

　The sound of explosion resounded, and the huge star began to collapse! Break!

　His projection began to crumble! Disintegrate! Shattered constellations broke apart, and the lusterless stars turned into ugly balls of flesh and blood, with countless eyes on them, speaking of silent pain with their gazes!

　In front of the divine spear that emerged from the gathering of free will...

　Even the projection of the String Painter himself...

　Equally vulnerable!

　The giant face still revealed disbelief before it collapsed. It stared at Xingmo, and from its deep pupils, Xingmo read a few rays of scrutiny.

　Until those silver eyes disappeared among the collapsing stardust.

Chapter 619: Symphony of the Pastoral Star (Part 7) -5k- (Two Updates in One)

　After the projection of God collapsed, only broken flesh and blood and the remains of a body with only the upper half remaining were left.

　The upper dimensions are collapsing, and the Shepherd's String is about to come to an end.

　""

　Looking down at the shattered projection of the god, Xingmo had an expressionless face.

　She knew that this was an extremely hard-won victory.

　As long as one gear goes wrong in the process, the string painter will be the ultimate winner.

　After all, at its core...

　Even with Xingmo and Aurora's power, they couldn't destroy a projection.

　It cannot be done even with the power of the Red Moon.

　It is also impossible to do this with the power of a single Outer God.

　But what the Painter of the Strings never understood was that he wasn't facing just a few people...

　Not just a few stars...

　To stand in opposition to Him was a concept He had never understood.

　It's something much bigger.

　""

　The colorful light tore open cracks in the dark sea of ​​stars, and this space has turned into ruins left after being destroyed by the instinctive destruction of the Outer Gods.

　Amidst the shattered light, Xingmo and Aurora walked towards the wreckage of the god together.

　""

　The old man raised his head, and there was still a scrutinizing light in his only remaining silver eye.

　His gaze was quite penetrating, as if this was not a defeat, but the end of an experiment.

　"I have to admit, you did a great job, my creation," the old man said softly. "You found a path out of countless possibilities, a path...to delay destruction."

　"Do you think you'll have a chance next time, old man?" Aurora stuck out her tongue.

　"The spirits of the inhabitants of Shepherd's Light have been squeezed to the limit. Even though it's only been the time of a symphony, these three thousand years of accumulation have almost reached their limit," the old man said, gazing at Aurora. "Oh... Of course you can prevent me from making a comeback, but the price is... You must sacrifice them. Then, expand your sights to every civilized world, annex them... Conquer them... Sacrifice them... To maintain the existence of the Shepherd's Star String..."

　"That sounds like something you would do." Xing Mo's face was calm.

　"But if you don't do this, you're doomed to be in danger," the old man raised his head slightly. "Or do you plan to remain submerged for another three thousand years? No... This time, I'll be much faster than you. Believe me, the current situation is within my calculations. My backup plan... will be here soon..."

　""

　Xing Mo didn't say anything, but just squatted down beside the old man's remains.

　She looked into the silver eyes and suddenly felt a trace of sadness in her heart.

　"You're trapped in a cage of insecurity," she whispered. "Why don't you try to get out?"

　Looking at Xing Mo's expression, the old man was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled as if he had suddenly realized something:

　"Are you pitying me, Star Angel? High above a tiny planet, and yet you're brewing a plot of compassion?"

　"How are you any different? You long to control everything, yet you're still overwhelmed by the will of the stars," Xingmo sighed softly. "Just by briefly hovering above the universe, you think you can become... a god?"

　"He's quite good at debating."

　The corners of the old man's mouth curled up slightly.

　"Well, to answer your question, it's actually very simple. I think all living things need to be imprisoned, even me."

　"A unified supreme will must dominate everything. Otherwise, at the end of time, only endless chaos awaits us."

　"You deny freedom?" Aurora frowned disdainfully.

　"I deny desire and indulgence," the old man smiled kindly. "Young star, you've seen too little. The raging currents of light and darkness never cease. Civilization is but an ant among the roots of a giant tree... Once you truly witness all this, you'll realize that order is destined to be built within a cage, and destabilizing factors must be controlled."

　"You just want to be the emperor, why are you pretending..." Aurora stuck out her tongue, "You must be controlled.

　, then why does it have to be controlled by you?"

　"Who says I have to be in control?"

　The old man's gaze shifted to Xingmo.

　"Star Angel, my creation... now you have everything you need to hold the supreme string. Why don't you kill me... and become me?"

　"Back to the original topic, I will return soon to destroy everything you love and drag it into the abyss..."

　"Your only way out... is to regain control of the Shepherd's String, and then..."

　"Destroy me..."

　"Or... join forces with me, and we can still rectify all of this. Your little Shepherd's Light Planet will be preserved as a garden, and the creatures there can become the beneficiaries of order, enjoying eternal freedom within the boundaries of their habitat..."

　lure.

　There was no glimmer of light in Xingmo's eyes.

　He described the future of Muguang Star as if he were describing a flower planted in a pot, but regarded it as mercy.

　Flowers and plants in pots.

　She looked directly into the silver eyes and spoke softly:

　“Flowers and plants are not grown in pots.”

　"Even if the storm on the grassland is destined to destroy it?" The old man smiled.

　"Could something like this happen?"

　“It’s bound to happen.”

　Silver eyes versus golden eyes.

　Xing Mo slightly avoided the old man's gaze and said softly:

　"So you think I should push countless worlds into a storm just for a potted plant?"