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

　She is hunting.

　"Who is it?" A clear voice came from the house, belonging to a girl.

　"...I'm hungry." Xingmo heard Serena say this.

　No... don't open the door... Xingmo subconsciously grasped the wand, but knew that she could not change anything.

　She heard footsteps inside the house, getting closer and closer to the door.

　That silly girl is about to open the door...

　Xingmo saw black energy condensing on Salina's hands. The moment she opened the door, Salina would pierce the girl and take her heart as her own.

　Such tragedies...how many times have they happened during this period of time?

　""

　"Ah! Madam! What's the matter with you? Are you hurt?"

　The door opened and the girl looked at the woman with clear eyes.

　At this moment, Xingmo saw the hesitation in Serena's eyes and her hand gradually lowering.

　"...I..."

　"Come in! You must be freezing in the blizzard! We have a fireplace here!"

　Then, she watched in amazement...Salina was pushed in by the girl.

　Serena...didn't kill?

　Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other and felt disbelief almost at the same time.

　In Falu, Salina devoured a large number of human souls from the Falu War without the assistance of the correct ritual, and was promoted to a flawed angel.

　Incompleteness means the lack of sanity. Without sufficient supernatural essence, Salina will definitely not have complete sanity.

　From the way she walked on the snowy mountain just now, it can be seen that she was like a group of bloodthirsty lone wolves, and it did not seem like she could communicate normally with humans.

　But she didn't attack the girl, instead... went in...?

　"This is rather... puzzling..." Aurora muttered.

　"No," Xingmo shook her head slightly, "Maybe this makes sense."

　She didn't explain and didn't say anything else.

　The two stood at the door, watching the girls' roommates return, saw them eating with Serena, and saw them chatting with Serena.

　Then, they watched Serena walk out the door and say goodbye to the two girls:

　"Well, the snow has stopped, I should go."

　"It's still very cold outside. How about staying another day? It'll be more lively with more people."

　"No."

　"in case

　If you insist on leaving, please take this. Annabelle knitted it with snow monster fur, so it's very cold-resistant. This is a spare, perfect for you."

　The white scarf was wrapped around her neck, fluttering in the bright sunshine, and gently resting on the woman's shoulders.

　"Okay, thank you."

　Amidst the flying light and shadow, Selina's profile gradually became blurred, and finally turned into countless colorful fragments.

　In those fragments, Xingmo saw many different lives.

　There was a countess, standing at the highest point of the castle, watching coldly as the knights and barbarians fought on the battlefield below.

　There was a maid who diligently cleaned the corners of the castle and said nothing in the face of her master's complaints.

　There is a wizard standing on the top of a tall tower, talking to the sky with his staff, and below him are his submissive believers.

　There was a captain who fought against a dragon in a storm and threw a huge anchor into the waves.

　She has experienced countless lives, and those lives have followed her, but they have always kept a certain distance from her self.

　But those lives, in turn, pieced together to form her, to form Salina, the divine favored one who descended from the clouds.

　""

　At the end of the dark tunnel made up of those fragments, Xingmo saw Serena.

　Her true self had collapsed, and five wings sprouted from her back in a twisted arrangement.

　But those fragments of the past tied her down, tied her heart down.

　All of that became her anchor.

　Her anchor was buried in the world's memory, and it held her vaguely.

　So she didn't go completely crazy, and she didn't kill the two innocent girls.

　But she is ultimately uncontrollable. Xing Mo cannot imagine what kind of mental state a person would be in after playing so many roles over thousands of years. Who is she? Does she know it herself?

　"...No wonder she ended up here in the latter part of her life."

　Xingmo stared at the road shot outlined by the fragments of memory, and at Serena's back.

　"Ultimately, she's here looking for an answer."

　"Buzzing..."

　Fragments of memory scattered in all directions, the darkness gradually faded, and the outline of the forest became clear again.

　What lay before him was a wall of fog that was almost infinitely high - just as the priest had said in his memory, this wall was almost infinitely high, infinitely wide, and made entirely of fog.

　And right in front of the rolling fog, Selina was holding the golden branch with her wings flapping behind her.

　Driven by her, the high wall of fog slowly moved to both sides, and a crack appeared.

　The inside of the hole seemed to be made of pure black, without a single ray of light reflecting there. Ancient mist was spewing out from it, rolling over Serena's knees.

　The gate to the invisible kingdom of mist opened.

　"Salina."

　Xingmo called out to Salina who was about to step into the kingdom of God and swallowed.

　At least try...

　"You didn't kill those two girls," she said. "You're still there, right?"

　"Think about it, if the Kingdom of God opens and the God of Mist descends, they will all die."

　"You've walked in this world for so long, and now you have the heart to watch it suffer?"

　""

　As Xingmo spoke, Salina turned her head little by little, her eyes bloodshot.

　After staring for a few seconds, she suddenly attacked, and a stream of black energy flew out into the air.

　"boom--"

　Xing Mo waved his magic wand, and golden light burst out, defeating the black energy.

　And in the blink of an eye, Salina had walked into the crack of the kingdom of God and disappeared in the clouds. Only a little golden light could be vaguely seen.

　That is the light emitted by the golden branch.

　"Well, at least I tried to communicate..."

　Xingmo shook her hands, not surprised at Serena's disobedience.

　She turned her attention back to the situation before her eyes—the pitch-black mist emerging from the Kingdom of God began to devour everything it touched. The real world began to shatter under the onslaught of such a concentrated anti-life essence, and time and space were swallowed up and melted.

　Aurora stretched out her hand and drew a circle in the air, once again maintaining the safety of the territory around her and Xingmo.

　"Little Saint, this situation should be under your control, right?" she said.

　Xingmo turned around in surprise and looked at Aurora, who had a calm expression.

　"What are you surprised about?" Aurora noticed Xingmo's look. "I've always believed in you."

　Is that so...

　Xing Mo smiled faintly and turned to look at the real world that was gradually being swallowed up.

　"I should be able to weave the strings of fate with reason."

　Xingmo reached out to Aurora:

　"But I need some spiritual power to assist me, is that okay?"

　"What's there to ask?"

　Aurora held Xingmo's hand and squeezed it gently, and a light green light flowed into Xingmo's body.

　"bring it on."

　"it is good."

　Xingmo raised her wand, and there was a light in her pupils, which was the spiritual power gathering in her body.

　As a demigod, she has excellent control over her spiritual power.

　"call..."

　Xingmo took a deep breath and began to weave the strings of fate with rationality.

Chapter 344 Loss of Heart (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Rationality, the antonym of madness.

　Extraordinary has always been synonymous with madness, and under this premise, the process of using string magic is the restraint of rationality on madness.

　bundle.

　If the ability to restrain is sufficient, the extraordinary will be used by others.

　Insufficient restraint ability, madness devours reason, and extraordinary devours the host.

　No matter how powerful reason is, it has its limit. When extraordinary power reaches a certain level, rational constraints are no longer effective and crazy power takes over.

　This is why so many wizards from ancient times to the present have died in endless madness in the process of reaching the pinnacle of their abilities, simply because the origin of the extraordinary is madness.

　The string of fate is the existence in front of the ultimate origin.

　It plucks the strings of fate, and the power that blooms can manipulate cause and effect and guide the development of things.

　It is naturally impossible to manipulate such a string with reason.

　Its power is too great, and the madness it contains is far beyond the limits of what mortal rationality can control.

　Even Xingmo, who has a golden full moon in his body, can only control it by detonating madness.

　But now, her perception is different.

　""

　Xingmo played lightly in the air, tapping out three strings of different colors.

　Fire string, dark string, star string.

　To directly pry the strings of fate, one needs to ignite madness and rely on instinct.

　However, if we rely on indirect methods and use the natural authority within different strings to "weave" the trajectory of fate, we can manipulate fate to a certain extent with rationality.

　Although this way of manipulating fate is not as direct and powerful as triggering madness, it can still accomplish a lot.

　""

　Xing Mo gathered his spiritual energy and fixed his gaze on Huo Xian.

　This was her first resonance string. She had been the master of the fire string since she was a child, and even the authority of the flame spirit that controlled the flames was controlled by her.

　Fire string, "destruction" of the fate of all things.

　"Ding--"

　Red ripples spread out and attached to the other two strings.

　Xingmo's gaze turned to the second string, the dark, dull string.

　For Xingmo, the encounter with it was an unintentional act. In Winter County, she used this dark power to conceal her identity and dominate and manipulate those who were guilty.