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

　She vaguely saw a giant dragon lying on the top of Junshan Mountain, with the string of truth hanging above its head, emitting a faint blue light.

　"...If something happens to the Ice Dragon's vein...divine punishment will come..."

　"...Divine punishment..."

　"!"

　Suddenly, there was a movement and an explosion was heard from the direction of the cave entrance.

　Vivian suddenly stood up, stretched out her hand to condense a silver sword, and stared at the cave entrance.

　They found me? But aren't they insane? Why...

　Amidst a thousand thoughts, footsteps were getting closer, accompanied by the sound of chains dragging on the ground.

　Icy blue will-o'-the-wisp flames appeared in the darkness—dozens of pairs of eyes, each belonging to a slender, pale creature.

　They stopped not far from Vivian, each pair of eyes staring at her, and the spiritual pressure they emitted made Vivian feel her scalp tingling.

　So many... and all of them are the aura of the Saint level...

　This is not easy to deal with...

　Vivian shook her lips, and ice-blue flames swirled around her body.

　She knew that the next battle would not be easy. After all, even if she could fight her way out, there would definitely be many pale creatures waiting for her outside.

　If that's the case...what follows will be a complete fight to the death.

　"bring it on!"

　Vivian shouted to cheer herself up, then kicked off with both feet and rushed forward.

　Just as the silver blade in her hand was about to touch the pale creature at the head, the monster suddenly made a move that startled Vivian -

　——It knelt on one knee and lowered its head slightly.

　"!?"

　Vivian stopped suddenly, and then she saw that dozens of pale creatures all knelt down, their proud heads slightly lowered.

　Look at their posture...it's as if they are offering sacrifices to an emperor.

Chapter 440: Seeking Scales (Part 10) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Looking at those pale creatures kneeling before her in a posture of worship, Vivian was a little unable to react for a moment.

　What do you mean...? Why are you suddenly kneeling down in front of me?

　When they encountered the demigod-level pale thing before, it fought desperately and forced Vivian to use the String of Truth.

　And now... these guys just kneel down on the ground like obedient puppies?

　""

　Vivian walked up to a pale creature, squatted down carefully, and looked at the guy who seemed to have taken the wrong medicine.

　"Are you all right?" she whispered, poking the pale thing's head with her finger.

　The pale thing was as motionless as a stone sculpture. Vivian poked it several times before she was sure that it was truly harmless.

　"That's strange... Could it be because of my bloodline? Then why did they attack me in the first place?"

　Vivian stood up thoughtfully, pursed her lips, and her mind kept rewinding.

　As she was thinking, a picture suddenly appeared before her eyes.

　The string of truth!

　Vivian snapped her fingers: That's right! Those pale creatures only began to surrender after she used the String of Truth!

　As for those strange things that tried to drag her into the snow... they probably weren't hostile to her. They were probably just reacting instinctively to the appearance of the String of Truth.

　I didn't expect that...the String of Truth actually has the power to make these monsters surrender.

　Vivian circulated the spiritual power in her body, quickly checked her spiritual body, and confirmed that she had almost recovered.

　She stretched out her hand, pinched a strand of ice blue, put it to her lips and whispered:

　"Take me to the top of Junshan Mountain."

　As expected, following her command, the pale creatures stood up one after another and gave her a strange salute.

　Then they turned around and walked out of the cave.

　Should I follow...? Vivian looked at the monsters hesitantly, and suddenly felt that it was a bit ridiculous.

　These are a bunch of Saint-level monsters... and they just follow my instructions... Isn't that a bit too easy?

　After careful consideration, Vivian decided to follow cautiously.

　After all, she didn't have time to waste, and since these monsters wouldn't attack randomly...

　"call..."

　Vivian took a deep breath, then took a step forward and walked into the vast snow and wind.

　In the dark room, as lights on the wall lit up, the stern and mottled steel walls appeared in Xingmo's sight.

　She pushed Cheng Haihua into the room and looked at the weapons hanging on the wall, feeling a little sad for a moment.

　"Are these the things you used back then?" Xing Mo muttered.

　She could see almost all kinds of Yanxia weapons, from cold weapons to some steam-driven muskets, cannons, etc., everything was available.

　"I guess so. Old people are always nostalgic, so it's okay to have some collecting habits, right?" Cheng Haihua smiled faintly.

　"Coach Cheng, this is the room next to yours..." Xing Mo muttered.

　It has to be said that Xingmo's first impression of Cheng Haihua has completely disappeared. She originally thought that this old woman lying on the sickbed should be the kind of wise man. After all, she basically has no extraordinary aura. She is more like a military advisor sitting in the rear.

　But now, after these short times together, Xing Mo saw the martial side of Cheng Haihua.

　No wonder she became the "big shot" in Qiuniu's mouth. She was a woman who fought on the dragon-slaying front for so many years with her mortal body, and even made important contributions in the battle to kill the Ice Dragon Emperor. Such great achievements did not seem to be something that a mortal could do.

　But she did it.

　"Every night I dream of the smell of blood. Even though I haven't had a complete dream in a long time, a good night's sleep has become a luxury for me."

　Cheng Haihua smiled, her eyes full of kindness.

　"Here, let me show you...something that might interest you..."

　At Cheng Haihua's signal, Xing Mo pushed her to the other end of the room, where there was a simple desk.

　Cheng Haihua picked up a remote control from the desk and pressed it lightly, and the walls of the room began to roar.

　"Buzzing..."

　Xing Mo turned her head and saw that the wall at the end of the room was split into two, and a faint mist was flowing out from behind the wall.

　As the dim light came on, the object behind the wall was revealed: it was a glass cover framed by fine lead-gray steel, with ice-blue clouds flowing inside.

　And in that icy blue, Xing Mo saw a broken gun.

　The head of the pistol looked like some kind of raw crystal, having only been roughly polished, with two silver chains wrapped around it. The middle and rear ends of the pistol were broken, and it looked tattered.

　But even so, when the pistol appeared, Xing Mo felt a surge of spiritual pressure, which made her, a demigod, a little uneasy.

　"It's an angelic relic," Aurora, who had been silent the entire time, said calmly, "a dragon's tooth."

　"Yes, your vision is very accurate," Cheng Haihua nodded slightly, "That is the holy object condensed by the Ice Dragon Emperor. We used it to kill him."

　The spear that killed the Ice Dragon Emperor... Xing Mo stared blankly at the surging blue, and naturally knew what kind of surging power was contained in it.

　The holy objects in the realm of truth are not as deadly as those in the realm of destiny, but their unique power of "definition" can restrict many ever-changing battle situations and keep the development of things within a certain range.

　To some extent, truth and destiny complement each other, but they have different functions.

　If one wants to kill a high-ranking being in the realm of truth, using the holy artifact of the realm of truth is the most appropriate method.

　"However, the power of this Spear of Truth has dissipated considerably over the course of history. After killing the Ice Dragon Emperor, its power was largely reduced by half, and now only a shell remains."

　Cheng Haihua shook her head with a hint of regret and turned to look at Xing Mo:

　"I entrust this sacred object to you. It's just a display here now, but if we were to face the reborn dragon...it might be of some use."

　"Leave it to me...?" Xing Mo was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, "I understand."

　She did have some ideas: if the power of this holy object itself had mostly dissipated, leaving only a nice shell, then all she had to do was find a way to inject power into it.

　Let's say... grind it into a bullet and stuff it into the crescent.

　The revolver given by the moon dust already has the power to mobilize the truth. If this gun is made into bullets and the new moon is used to inject the power of the realm of truth into it, it will surely produce good results.

　In the end... I'm going to use the weapon Yuechen gave me to fight him...

　Xing Mo smiled bitterly and shook his head, then was stunned, and a golden symbol seemed to flash through his mind.

　Is this also destined?

　""

　When Xingmo was in a daze, Aurora suddenly spoke:

　"What was that ice dragon thinking that made it use its own power to create a weapon capable of killing itself?"

　"I have thought about this question over the years," Cheng Haihua said with a faint smile, "and I think I have my own answer."

　"You say." Xing Mo came back to his senses and listened carefully.

　Cheng Haihua nodded slightly, and then continued:

　"You also know that in the battle with Flame Lord, if the Ice Dragon Emperor had not obtained the power of the Dragon Lord and the Nine Sons from the Abyss of Eternal Darkness, he would have almost certainly been defeated. The power of the Fire Dragons in Yanxia was unprecedentedly strong. They burned, killed, and looted, treating humans as undignified livestock. Wherever they passed, not a blade of grass grew."

　"At that time, the ancient emperor fell into confusion. He knew that his power could never defeat the invading dragon, but he couldn't bear to watch the mountains and rivers stained with blood and the sun and moon dimmed."

　"Ultimately, what drove him to touch the forbidden power was actually his desire to bring peace to the world."

　"Perhaps, at the end of his extraordinary loss of control, his heart was rekindled, and with great enlightenment, he created a holy object that could kill himself."

　Cheng Haihua said, smiling and shaking her head,

　"His duty as the Dragon King tells him that he must ensure the continuation of the Ice Dragon family line. Without him, how can the Ice Dragons live in peace? However, his status as the king of the world tells him that he cannot allow himself to be destroyed by the evil under the abyss.

　If that unknown power were to rise to Yan Xia, all the people in the world would fall into the hands of the Black Dragon Society, and history would become a toy in their hands, at their mercy."

　"Perhaps it was this conflict between obligations that ultimately made him decide to take this greatest gamble of all time."

　"He gambled that humanity would be moved by his sacrifice and would not interfere with the survival of the Ice Dragon family. He gambled that his death would bring peace to the world, and that no more disasters would wreak havoc on the world."

　"Back then, when I looked directly into the emperor's icy blue pupils, that was probably the emotion that was revealed."

　After Cheng Haihua finished speaking, she shook her head with a hint of regret.

　And Xing Mo said softly:

　"But he lost the bet."

　"So, divine punishment is coming," Cheng Haihua smiled slightly. "That's why the Human Words Hall didn't intervene when the Ancient Dragon Hunters went on a killing spree in Danzhou. We all know that it was an inevitable punishment. The Black Dragon Society, as the beneficiary of the emperor's death, broke their oath many years later and wantonly slaughtered the Ice Dragon family."

　"What they don't know is that the moment greed takes hold, the truth hidden in the long river of history begins to take hold..."

　"What exactly did the Ice Dragon Emperor leave on the summit of Junshan Mountain?" Xing Mo couldn't help but ask, "Is it just his reverse scale?"

　Facing this question, Cheng Haihua smiled slightly, then shook her head gently:

　"Perhaps, it is something more precious than that reverse scale?"

　Junshan, the storm is fierce.

　As she gradually approached the last road before the mountain top, Vivian felt that her steps were becoming more and more difficult. The blizzard before her was not just a natural blizzard, but also a storm from the spiritual world. Every gust of cold wind carried surging spiritual power, making Vivian feel as if her soul was about to be blown away.

　It is certainly not a pleasant experience to trek through such an extreme storm.

　But those pale creatures were not hindered by the storm at all. They walked calmly in the storm as if they were walking on flat ground, which made Vivian even feel a little...inferior.

　She is an ice dragon, an ice dragon, but she can’t climb the snow mountain as hard as those monsters!

　The longer Vivian walked in the blizzard, the more hazy her consciousness became. Through her blurred vision, memories flooded back into her mind inch by inch.

　In fact, until now, the memories of the Ice Dragon family seemed a little distant to her. A wall still separated Vivian and Vivian Xia. The former was the bell keeper of the Academy, and the latter was the last descendant of the Ice Dragon family.

　This identity recognition problem was like a thin mist, lingering in Vivian's heart, making her a little confused.

　In fact, as a descendant of the Ice Dragon family, Vivian knew from the bottom of her heart that everything Perses Xia did was justified. Although the massacre of those innocent people was absolutely condemnable, his revenge was not the first act of violence, but rather a form of self-defense to a certain extent.

　If it weren't for her time living in the Citadel, Vivian would probably have joined Poerseth the moment her memory was awakened, to seek revenge on those who caused the downfall of her family.