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

Looking at these two... no, these two little animals, Alice clapped her hands helplessly:

"Don't argue, you can eat as much as you want tonight."

"I fell in love with it first..." Vivian gritted her teeth.

"Oh~ Is this the only breadth of mind that the dragon race possesses?" Aurora smiled faintly.

"That's enough..."

Xingmo and Alice looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

It feels like taking care of a child in kindergarten...

As she laughed, Xing Mo suddenly felt a sense of relief in her heart, as if a piece of solid ice was suddenly exposed to the sunlight, with icy water oozing out of its surface.

Look forward...Xingmo remembered the last words of Mentor Lucius.

"..."

Aurora was busy playing with Vivian in front of her when her eyes suddenly caught the corners of Xingmo's mouth and she turned her head away immediately.

She looked at Xingmo and blinked quietly, like a naughty kitten.

Xing Mo responded to her with a smile, then walked forward, picked up the dessert on the table and said:

"Since there's no way to distribute it, I'll eat it all!"

"Xiaomo!" "Little Saint!" "Xingmo, I'm warning you! Ah! Wuwu..."

......

"Om..."

The black pool in the center of the string magic circle began to boil, more and more bubbles emerged, and the sound of explosions became more frequent in the darkness.

In the deep darkness, they whispered:

"I'm coming..."

“I’m back…I’m back…”

"Truth...Truth...Truth..."

Along with these anxious words, something slowly rose in the center of the black pool, dragging a sticky black liquid.

A hand as white as jade tore through the sticky liquid, like a moth emerging from its cocoon, and a faint pale blue light shone in the darkness.

Then, another hand emerged from the darkness, and two hands gathered above the head, violently tearing apart the cocoon that bound the body.

"Bala."

Along with the sticky sound of broken objects falling into the black pool, a pair of pale blue vertical pupils quietly lit up in the darkness.

......

"Wow, what a feast!"

In the banquet hall of the Puxit Mansion, Aurora stared at the large table of food with shining eyes, her mouth almost watering.

In order to prevent her from rushing directly towards the pile of food, Xing Mo immediately grabbed the little thing under her armpits and lifted her up.

Aurora kicked up her two little feet at this commotion:

"Woooaaaaaaah! Food! Food! Food!"

"Be quiet..." Xingmo whispered in Aurora's ear, "Aren't you an evil god?"

"The evil god wants to devour the food! Devour the food!"

There's no hope... There's not even a trace of my image left...

Xing Mo sighed silently. At this moment, the sound of light footsteps came from behind him.

She turned around to see Alya walking into the mansion with a group of little ones, including her quiet little friend Bianca.

Unlike usual, Aaliyah looked preoccupied, as if she had something to say but was hesitant.

"..."

After noticing this, Xingmo put Aurora down and said:

"Come on, I have a task for you. Take the kids to the kids' table."

"Why should we..." Aurora stared.

"No one's competing with you for food at the kids' table."

"it is good!"

Aurora saluted Xingmo with a standard police salute...she didn't know where she learned it, and then ran to entertain the young nuns and priests.

Xing Mo silently pulled Alia aside and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong? Is there something you want to say?"

Alia pursed her lips, her gray eyes looked around for a long time, then she stood on tiptoe and leaned close to Xingmo's ear:

"Someone...came to the port area to look for us...recited the name of the 'Tree of Life' and said he knew us inside and out..."

"He said he had no ill intentions but hoped to have a chance to talk to our leader..."

Someone found the port area? Hearing this, Xingmo's eyes trembled slightly.

The Xinghai Church took action so quickly? Impossible... Isabella just contacted me, the timeline doesn't match.

Xing Mo quickly asked:

"What does he look like? Did you tell me his name?"

Alia swallowed and murmured:

"He said his name was..."

"...Merlin."

......

As the figure rose from the middle of the black pool, whispers were heard again in the darkness.

Someone shouted in an indecipherable language, and then several people who looked like slaves came forward, dragging chains and holding robes in their hands.

They walked up to the pair of vertical pupils and said in a trembling voice:

"...Please..."

Before he could finish his words, a few flashes of cold light appeared, accompanied by splattered blood and screams of pain.

Then, there was the sound of devouring flesh and blood.

"..."

In the darkness, guards wearing jackal masks stared at the scene. They watched the being devour the flesh and blood of the slaves, but there was no fear in their eyes. Instead, there was an expression between respect and worship.

The eating process was over quickly. As the string technique ended, the patterns on the stone floor faded away inch by inch, and the darkness became deeper.

After a long time, the being picked up the rag-like robe on the ground and put it on himself.

He scanned the darkness with his pale blue eyes and spoke:

"Take me to your creator."

......

The dinner was lively, everyone was happy and the atmosphere was celebratory.

The little sisters of the Pushit family had become good friends with Aurora. They were eating heartily at the children's table and planning to play a game of "Golden Game"... the kind that didn't count chips.

Alia was demonstrating to the little ones how to use knives and forks. Although she herself was not very skilled, the little ones were learning very seriously.

Vivian had been clamoring to get Alice drunk from the very beginning of the party. After three rounds of drinks, Vivian's eyes were already dull with drink, while Alice continued to pour wine, with a veil-like smile on her blushing face.

"..."

In a corner of the dining table, Xingmo silently watched the lively feast without saying a word.

She had finished her meal long ago and was now holding a small glass of red wine, taking a sip from time to time, letting the wine red color stain her cheeks.

But she was not drunk, instead she was more sober than ever before.

In the dim light, she seemed to notice a little golden light in the corner of her eyes. She turned her head and saw that the golden starlight outside the window was shining brighter than ever before.

"..."

Without saying a word, Xingmo picked up the wine glass and raised it towards the starry sky.

Then she quietly left her seat and walked towards the side door of the hall.

As she locked the clamor in the hall behind her, a flash of red light appeared, and Aurora emerged from the crack, her hands clasped behind her back.

"Are you sure you want to see it?" Aurora lost her usual playfulness and spoke in a serious tone.

"Well," Xing Mo nodded, "Let me see the truth of the starry sky."

Aurora said nothing more, and the two of them walked along the corridor of the Pushet Mansion, climbed several stairs, and finally arrived at the terrace.

Pushing open the terrace door, golden starlight hits you in the face - tonight's blue crescent moon is completely obscured by the stars and appears blurry among the clouds.

Xingmo and Aurora walked to the edge of the terrace, held the railing, and looked up at the night sky.

"Remember Professor Raynor's mythology history class?" Aurora asked. "The textbook said that the 'Dark Moon Dragon' Obusgula was slain by the goddess, and her body was placed in the night sky by the goddess, becoming the blue crescent moon we see today."

"Yes," Xingmo looked at the night sky nervously, "You said at the time that this story was fake."

Aurora chuckled and immediately stretched out her hand towards the night sky.

“It’s indeed false.”

Then, Aurora grabbed a green string from the air—Xingmo's "Life String".

Golden starlight fell on the strings, playing out colorful lights, and chaotic blocks of color splashed everywhere.

For a moment, the world in front of Xingmo faded to black and white, and then became darker inch by inch, as if the concept of color was erased.

Just when Xingmo thought she was about to go blind, the whole world before her eyes shattered.

Then, a wave of crimson came over me.

“.....!”

Xing Mo trembled violently, as if waking up from a nightmare. She seemed to have broken free from some shackles in an instant, and her body became as light as if she had shed her shell.

At that moment, everything before her was dyed crimson—the courtyard of the Pushet family, the houses of the Citadel, the White Tower in the distance, and the endless skyline.

Everything is sleeping in the deep crimson.

The moonlight is crimson, not blue.

"Varied..."

"Look up," Aurora whispered, "look at the moon."

Like a rusty doll, Xingmo raised his head inch by inch and looked at the night sky.

The first thing that caught my eye was the stars, but those stars no longer seemed to be shining. Through the faded golden halo, its interior looked like an ovary made of some kind of flesh and blood tissue.

Xingmo suppressed the trembling in her heart and continued to look up.

Then, she saw the moon.

It was not a pale blue crescent moon, but a crimson full moon. The moon was so large that it covered one-fifth of the sky above.

And in the center of the moon, Xingmo saw an eye.

Huge, bloodshot eyes.

It gazed at the earth, the color of its pupils could not be described by any known color, and the evil patterns all over its pupils looked older than any totem in the world, like exposed vascular tissue, or an ancient scroll depicting the legends of gods.

With the pupil as the center, flesh-like lines extended toward the surface of the moon, forming branch-like lines against the background of the crimson halo.

That is the moon.

“Only on the night when the golden stars are the brightest, those with the highest level of inspiration can see the fleeting light of the true moon.”

Aurora looked at Xingmo beside her, a bright smile on her face:

"A red night-blooming cereus, isn't it?"

But Xing Mo could no longer respond. Her gaze was fixed on the pupils of the full moon, as if an invisible hand was grabbing her eyes tightly.