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

　"How many mortals have you worshipped?"

　"Many," said Qiuniu, "most of them are my close friends, but all things have their end."

　"The same goes for Feifan," Heimutou said, "Now, with the death of the Eighth Son, Jiuzhou is left without a master. To be more precise, Jiuzhou is left without a Dragon Lord."

　"This is the moment for mortals to step onto the stage," Qiuniu chuckled. "In the past three thousand years, mortals have never stood so closely on the stage of history, right?"

　"maybe."

　Heimuto turned around and looked back at Qiuniu:

　"What do you think about the Ice Dragon family?"

　"As the writer of history," Qiuniu said, "I will not interfere in this matter, but you should still pray that the queen is a kind lady."

　Kind lady.

　Heimu recalled the days when he was an undercover agent of the Black Dragon Society in the North City District.

　He had many dealings with bell keepers, but he was most impressed by Vivian Xia.

　Spilled wine, burning ice flames.

　"Perhaps the Hall of Human Opinion should accept her as a member," Darkwood muttered. "Then... Perses Xia's long-cherished wish would also be fulfilled, right?"

　"It depends on your will." said Qiuniu.

　"Oh? You're not willing to participate and provide guidance on such an important matter?"

　"I have done my duty, and Jiuzi has done his duty."

　Qiuniu smiled faintly and plucked a note on the strings of the zither with his hand.

　"after all..."

　The wind blew the fallen leaves past, and his figure

　Disappeared in the wind.

　Only words remain in the air:

　"Qiuniu, a descendant of the dragon, loves music by nature and plays music among the mountains and rivers."

　""

　Looking at the place where Qiuniu disappeared, Heimu was stunned for a long time before he sighed helplessly.

　"Old man, to put it bluntly, he just wants to rest."

　He cursed with a smile, turned around completely, and walked down the mountain.

　Next to the tombstone, the crystal wine beads were illuminated by the morning light, reflecting countless colorful phantoms.

　In that phantom, there seemed to be a pair of kind eyes smiling and watching the man go away.

　An ice dragon streaked across the sky, followed by a second and a third.

　A group of ice dragons soared freely in the sky of Danzhou. When their huge wings swept through the clouds, a faint blue hue was rolled up, and gusts of cold wind rolled towards the earth.

　Epilogue) Stars (Part 5) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Mortiheim.

　"Crack!"

　"Crack!"

　"Crack!"

　Nidfila smashed the hoe into the frozen soil, creating a long furrow.

　Behind him, Loki placed the cut potatoes into the ground one by one, with the eyes facing up.

　Behind her, Angerboda buried the soil in the ditch and covered it tightly.

　And behind her...Fenrir would urinate from time to time as fertilizer.

　The goblins watched this scene with dazed expressions.

　Seeing the Lord of Najilfar digging the ground diligently, their hearts were greatly shocked.

　""

　After finishing a row, Nidfila put the hoe on his shoulder and looked back at the monster.

　"Do you know how to plant?" His voice was deep and majestic.

　"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" The monsters were so scared that their voices trembled.

　Looking at their foolish appearance, Nidfila sighed and whispered:

　"I'll show you again! Watch it for me! Loki! Follow me!"

　"Ahhhh... I want to drink ice crystal rice..."

　Loki wailed, glared at the terrified spirits, and once again followed Nidophila to plant potatoes.

　At this time, the sound of singing came from the side:

　"The Dragon King plants potatoes, and one man guards the pass to prevent a famine."

　"The spirits all cheered, and the snow stopped blowing and spring came."

　Loki glared fiercely at the singer - the poet Edda was sitting on a wooden barrel, looking relaxed and contented.

　"Poet, can you please come and work for a bit?" Loki complained. "Why are you singing?"

　"Why, isn't the promotion of potatoes worthy of praise?" Poet Ida smiled softly. "Could it be that the potato banquet wasn't tasty?"

　When it comes to the potato feast, all the goblins swallow their saliva.

　Of course, no one would think that the potato feast is not delicious.

　After eating ice crystal rice and groundhogs for thousands of years, when the saint brought the super potatoes cultivated by the Holy Tree Cult, all the monsters actually felt that they were not very reliable.

　This thing is gray and looks like a stone. Can it be eaten?

　This consensus ended ten minutes later when Miss Saint prepared a potato feast on the spot.

　Potato soup, baked potatoes, shredded potatoes, potato stew, French fries, and all kinds of potato products filled a long table in front of Nidfila and his group.

　The word "fall" is not necessarily used to describe a city that has been captured in war.

　Or maybe it was used on a dragon king who had never eaten anything except gopher meat.

　So, at Nidfila's call, Mortiheim began a potato-growing campaign.

　He personally visited each area to teach potato growing techniques.

　This has many benefits - the monsters have the opportunity to have close contact with the legendary Dragon King, which dispels a lot of negative comments.

　Gradually, potato planting activities began in various parts of the Northern Territory. The dragons of Motiheim also joined in this activity. Even Youmengjiade used her huge body to tear open the ravines to allow the dragons to plant potatoes.

　Fortunately, the potatoes of the Holy Tree Church are all super varieties and can grow well if they are thrown on the ground. Otherwise, their behavior is basically equivalent to wasting food.

　""

　After another demonstration, Nidfila handed the hoe to a nearby spirit and turned around.

　"Loki, let's go."

　"Huh? Just leave? Why don't you wait a moment..."

　"boom----"

　The ice flame exploded, and Nidfila flew into the sky like a bullet, with a sonic boom cloud exploding around him.

　Looking at his brother's swift and decisive actions, Loki's mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed helplessly.

　She glanced disapprovingly at the poet Edda and muttered:

　"Has this dragon gone mad thinking about growing potatoes all the time? It's all because of those outsiders...what are they trying to sell us..."

　Looking at the complaining little ice dragon, the poet Ada smiled gently:

　"When the temperature rises a bit more, more varieties of grain will be delivered. You'll be in for a real treat."

　"More varieties?" Loki was surprised. "Are there other potatoes?"

　"It's more than just potatoes."

　The poet smiled faintly, took out the poetry collection, and gently wrote a few lines on it:

　"For an emperor who has been alone in the twilight for three thousand years, what is precious?"

　"What is freedom for a race that has been struggling under the cold wave for three thousand years?"

　"The answer may be simple."

　"Well, it's really simple."

　The poet patted the collection, stood up, and waved his hand:

　"Come on, Loki, we'd better catch up with your brother, or we won't have dinner tonight."

　"Huh? Do you think the dinner he cooked is edible?" Loki stuck out his forked tongue.

　Despite this, she still summoned the giant wolf Fenrir, jumped up lightly, then reached out and pulled the poet up.

　"Let's go, Fenrir!"

　The main reason is that no one knows how to cook except Nidfila.

　Loki turned his head fiercely and glared at the frightened spirits again:

　"You guys, learn how to grow potatoes! We finally don't have to fight or go hungry anymore!"

　The giant wolf tore open a rift and disappeared with the group in its arms.

　The wind and snow are still there, but not as harsh.

　Nefera Beta School of Magic.

　At the end of the semester, a grand banquet was held in the auditorium, with sumptuous food piled on the long table for students to choose from.

　Noble Sunlight looked towards the teachers' seats, his eyes scanning around and around, finally stopping at the table belonging to Principal Merlin.

　He is late again.

　If he doesn't come, the students can't have dinner. It's a matter of courtesy.

　"Senior Nobo, I heard that you also went to Mortiheim during the Holy War?"

　A schoolgirl came up to him and looked at him with shining eyes.

　"Um..."

　Nobo nodded calmly and said softly:

　"I just went with the teachers to help out at the end, and I didn't help much."

　"Oh my goodness, you really did join the Holy War! Those rumors are true!"

　The junior school girl was very happy, her chestnut twin ponytails swayed along with the shaking of her shoulders, like the two ears of an excited little rabbit.

　Looking at his schoolmate's excited look, Nobo shook his head helplessly.

　He did not consider himself a hero. He just participated in the final battle through the Gate of Hell and acted as one of the casters when Professor Ling engraved the superstring magic circle.

　In terms of achievement, everyone on the teaching staff far surpassed him.

　Not to mention the brave warriors who led the charge.

　After returning to the Academy, Nob took a long time to recover from Cain's glance, so he missed classes for a long time.

　But when he returned to the classroom to complete his graduation project, he found that he was treated like a hero returning.

　He didn't feel he deserved it.

　I don't think I should use this identity to show off.

　""

　After roughly answering a series of questions about the holy war from the schoolgirl and satisfying her curiosity, Nobo heard cheers and turned around to see that Principal Merlin had already sat down at the main table.

　"Enjoy the end-of-term banquet, junior." Nobo nodded to the junior in a friendly manner.