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

　The moment Ophelia regained consciousness, she saw a six-winged being hanging in the air.

　Golden starlight lingered around her, her long black hair fluttered in the wind, and her six white wings were as brilliant as the morning.

　Is that a Star Angel?

　不 ...

　no...

　That figure... is even smaller...

　But her one

　Hidden in every move was a determination that was no different from that of a Star Angel—

　——The desire to protect things after death.

　"Scarlet."

　Cain stared directly at the giant fleshworm and murmured softly:

　"Scarlet, where are you?"

　"squeak!!!!"

　Scales appeared on its greedy body—it lost control! As it stared directly into those golden eyes, it lost control!

　The fear from its biological instinct repeatedly told it: Stay away from this monster! Stay away from this monster!

　That's an angel!

　But greedy desires eventually overrode its instincts, causing the countless compound eyes in its mouth to burst out with crimson light at the same time!

　It wants to devour the angel in front of it!

　Just devour her...it will become an angel!

　It will surpass that false star angel and become a true angel!

　The angel admired by thousands of people!

　The pinnacle of all things! Absolute fame and wealth! Absolute supreme status!

　No one will look down on it anymore! Everyone will worship it!

　Even the goddess above the sea of ​​stars will eventually bow down before its glory!

　Greed! Greed! Greed!

　“Sizzle——”

　A golden boundary shattered its desire.

　"boom"

　The golden light split and cut the sky and the earth.

　It also tears greed into two equal pieces.

　"!"

　The countless eyes in Greed's mouth stared blankly at the angel in front of it. When the golden boundary split it, its consciousness remained at the last moment.

　It wants to get...

　It wants that power...

　Filled with lustful desire, this was its last thought.

　"boom"

　The golden light exploded in two directions, instantly tearing the crimson skylight into broken spots of light.

　The two streams of light in opposite directions were like the six wings of an angel spreading out, dyeing the sky and the earth pure gold.

　Ophelia stared blankly at the exploding starlight and at the girl hanging in the air with one hand slightly raised.

　who is she?

　"Woo~~~~"

　With a death wail, the giant fell from the clouds and crashed into the wilderness below.

　Opson City.

　On the city wall, Perel Larsen looked up at the sky, his monocle reflecting the golden light in the sky.

　The old gentleman watched the giant creature with countless wings on its back falling down, without a trace of expression on his weathered face.

　Beside him, merchants from the Messina Chamber of Commerce stood in a row, looking at the sky with him.

　"President, greed has fallen."

　"as I expected."

　Perel looked at the golden light blooming in the sky and the dark shadow hanging in the sky.

　He did not know who it was, but his master told him who it was.

　That was once the Most High, now the White Dove.

　"Mogué is pathetic," Perel's lips curled slightly. "For a lowly ant like her, it's a blessing to be able to live a meaningless life. From the moment she yearned to get close to me, her death was doomed."

　"But at least her death can give us some value."

　"For example...let White Dove come into contact with Scarlet."

　"Boom..."

　The giant fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces of broken flesh.

　Its pupils had long been empty, and its eyes rolled across the plains.

　Cain slowly landed on the ground. From a distance of a hundred meters, she stared at the giant creature in the distance.

　She caught a glimpse of a hint of crimson above the outline of the giant.

　"Scarlet..."

　A petal emerged from the crimson, shimmering with a faint halo in the air.

　The moment Cain looked into that crimson face, countless broken images flashed before his eyes.

　Far North.

　mountain peak.

　She looked down at the dark legion.

　"Come on...Thinking back..."

　The devil is whispering in my ear.

　Cain took a step forward, walking towards the giant flesh worm.

　On the city wall, Perel Larsen watched all this, with a slight smile on his face:

　“A little closer…”

　“A little closer…”

　""

　Soon, Cain came right in front of the worm.

　Just as she reached out her hand, ready to touch the crimson petals...

　Her wrist was grabbed.

　"!"

　Cain was startled and turned around to meet a pair of emerald eyes.

　It’s Xingmo.

　"Little white dove, don't touch the wild flowers and weeds outside."

　Xingmo smiled gently.

　As Cain looked into Xingmo's eyes, the desire in his eyes gradually faded away.

　She hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward slightly and threw herself into Xingmo's arms.

　"Mother and sister..."

　...END...

Chapter 642: Fall of Sloth

　wilderness.

　The greedy corpse began to disintegrate under the sunlight, and the surface of the flesh ball continued to collapse, spitting out mud, burning flames, and the stone bricks of the castle.

　Everything that greed takes away is eventually returned to the world after its death.

　It cannot devour everything, and the end of greed is collapse.

　""

　Sitting in a spare wheelchair, Ophelia looked at the corpse in the distance with an indifferent expression.

　Arya pushed her as they walked across the wilderness, a gentle breeze blowing beneath the dark clouds.

　"Chief, you're trying your best again." Alia whispered.

　"Uh-huh," Ophelia nodded.

　"What's wrong?"

　"Next time the plan can be more rigorous," said Alia.

　"Why bother?" Ophelia smiled faintly. "I actually hope to die. Perhaps then, my atonement will come to an end."

　"Fool."

　Alia glanced at Ophelia, then looked up at the giant insect corpse in the distance.

　The power of original sin is so terrifying...

　Such a monster suddenly appeared in the world, devouring everything around it and taking everything for itself.

　The source of this terrifying power is actually just the greedy desire in a woman's heart.

　A little desire can breed the devil...

　"Speaking of which, have you observed the mechanism of the existence of original sin?" Ophelia turned around.

　"Ah."

　Alia picked up the pendulum, which still shone with a faint crimson light.

　"Preliminary judgment suggests that its true form is those petals. It exists in outer space, searching for a host in the real world while constantly transmitting Satan's voice to the world, and exploiting their desires to open a channel."

　"Each petal corresponds to an original sin."

　"That's barely good news," Ophelia nodded slightly. "At least this makes our enemies a clear target."

　If original sin is the terrifying force that descended through the petals of a flower, then the seven deadly sins correspond to seven petals.

　Two have been solved, and there are five to go.

　Previously, Ophelia's biggest worry was that the petals were just a medium that could bring about original sin an unlimited number of times as long as people had desires.

　If that's the case, we're really doomed.

　"What do you think?" Alia asked quietly.

　"Huh? What?"

　"Mogué," said Alya, "she is your classmate."

　"Um..."

　Ophelia looked at the disintegrating body in the distance again. She saw that the Messina officials had arrived at the scene and began to seal off and control the scene.

　Mogué is now unrecognizable.

　"She is indeed ugly," whispered Ophelia, "poor, miserable, and unpleasant, and that is why she has never had many friends."