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

　But Xing Mo knew that things were not that simple——

　"Buzz!"

　Pitch-black waves surged out from the ocean currents, and the splashing black water reconstructed in the air, quickly transforming into two magnificent silhouettes—

　—Sekhmet was divided into two.

　They are not clones, they are all Sekhmet and possess Sekhmet's original power.

　At this moment, Xingmo understood why the Golden King said that Sekhmet could not be killed.

　As long as the River of Curse exists, Sekhmet will emerge from it, and they are all mad angels.

　The Pale Angel is very powerful, but even so, it is impossible for him to have the power to tear apart Mortiheim after fighting with hundreds of angels.

　"Boom!"

　The pale angel tore two dark clouds from the sky and turned them into a storm in his hands.

　He swung the storm, and the violent wind blades instantly covered the two Sekhmets, continuously cutting their flesh and blood—

　"Crack, click, click, click!"

　The dark blood dyed the storm black, and the flying debris fell into the city covered by sea water, dyeing the water black.

　Then, one, two, three... Sekhmets rose from the darkness, and the tide of the river of curse continued to rise.

　"Zhiha!"

　Crazy lionesses pounced on the white angel from all directions, biting his body.

　Thunderbolts fell from the sky, continuously blasting the body of the Lioness God into pieces.

　The storm flowed between the scales of the pale angel, tearing the lion head into pieces one by one.

　But for every Sekhmet that dies, two more rise.

　The evil thoughts accumulated since the Age of Gods continued to rise, as if to settle accounts with the world with this torrential rain at this moment.

　The pale angel's progress became slower and slower, with lionesses crawling all over his body.

　His flesh was uncovered, and pale blue blood flowed out.

　""

　"Mommy mommy..."

　On the steamship, Isis hugged the little girl tightly in her arms, at a loss as to what to do.

　The little girl had lost her sight from the beginning, her pupils turned into black water and flowed down her cheeks.

　The mark of the Tree of Life could no longer protect them. Sekhmet's power was too strong. The entire Cursed River turned into a huge black hole, constantly drawing in the living golden bloodlines in the world.

　"Mom...it hurts...it's so cold..."

　The little girl sobbed and subconsciously buried her head in Isis's arms, obviously treating her as her mother.

　Isis's gaze fell on the floor beside her. The dark liquid had turned the floor of the steam airship into a lake, with some broken bones floating in it.

　Is her mother in there?

　Isis trembled as she smoothed the little girl's bangs with her hands and murmured softly:

　"...Don't be afraid, Mom is here..."

　"...Mother..."

　The little girl smiled with relief, and as she smiled, she turned into a dark liquid and slipped away from Isis's arms.

　Isis's emotions collapsed at this moment. She knelt in the black water, clasped her fingers together, and murmured in pain:

　"Ah... the tree of life... the great tree of life..."

　"Save them...save them..."

　“No more deaths... No more deaths...”

　""

　Above the sky where torrential rain was hanging heavy, Aurora looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds below with an expressionless face.

　The sea of ​​clouds could not block the surging spiritual power, nor could it block her sight.

　She saw lives scattering and she heard tens of thousands of wails.

　Those souls are thirsty for life.

　She is the tree of life, and all desire for life is her anchor.

　Listening to the cries and begging, Aurora clenched her fists tighter and tighter.

　"Little Saint..."

　"Ok?"

　On the city wall, Xingmo raised his head and looked at the sky.

　"what happened?"

　"We can't stand it."

　"It will be over soon," Xingmo said, "soon, the Golden King will..."

　"We can't stand it!"

　With a roar, an aurora like a skirt appeared above the sky.

　Xingmo suddenly raised his head and saw emerald green meteors falling from the sky and piercing Sekhmet!

　"Aurora! You need to save your strength for the Song of Sand! You..."

　"So let them die? We can't do that!"

　The mark on the back of her hand burned. Xingmo had never felt Aurora so out of control.

　She watched Aurora fall with the emerald meteors, saw her separate the Lost Realm from her body, and then suddenly threw the small ring at Sekhmet—

　"Buzz buzz----"

　The ring grew bigger and bigger during the flight, and finally turned into a huge hoop and fell into the cursed river.

　In an instant, the process of devouring the golden people stopped!

　Aurora waved her hand violently, and the emerald green meteors smashed into the Sekhmets, smashing them into broken black water.

　Then, one after another, Sekhmet emerged from the shadows. Some were still dealing with the pale angel, while others raised their heads and looked at Aurora.

　Bound by the Lost Realm, Sekhmet could no longer draw upon any more golden blood.

　But this does not mean that He will become weaker - He is already able to mobilize the entire river of curse.

　"boom----"

　A roar came from beneath the ground, and violent black water burst out like a fountain, tearing the sky apart.

　Aurora flashed swiftly through the black water, continuously throwing tree spears at Sekhmet. Red arcs of electricity tore through the sky, plunging the lionesses into the water one after another.

　But they are endless.

　"Roar----"

　The pale angel roared angrily, and a storm of thunder exploded with him as the center, instantly tearing hundreds of Sekhmet into the most basic spiritual molecules.

　Then, hundreds of Sekhmets crawled out of the River of Curse and crawled towards Him, roaring.

　The majestic angel's body was covered with scars, and the dark curse crawled through his wounds towards his soul.

　On the city wall, Xing Mo opened his pocket watch and his expression became more solemn.

　Countless golden branches were spreading in her mind, calculating every possibility for her and providing her with one intervention point after another.

　Aurora wouldn't be hurt, but the Pale Angel would probably soon start to fall into a disadvantage.

　This is unacceptable. He must retain enough strength before tearing Mortiheim apart.

　However, it should be about time.

　"Snapped!"

　Xing Mo closed the pocket watch again and turned to look at the sky garden behind him.

　Then, as expected.

　She saw the flames burning from the throne at the top of the garden all the way down, enveloping the entire building.

　"Om..."

　A fire ignited the secret room, burning the broken body of Thoth Ibrahim and its ruptured brain.

　Ugaan walked out of the secret room and walked step by step to the edge of the colonnade.

　He no longer had eyes. Where his eyes used to be, only two balls of golden flames remained, burning wildly between his skull.

　In a trance, a voice from a distant time flowed past his ears:

　"...My child, my child..."

　That was the mother's whisper before she died.

　"...Go out under the sun's gaze..."

　"...Ugaon..."

　The emperor stood at the edge of the colonnade. The rainstorm could not reach his body and turned into white mist in mid-air.

　He couldn't see his city, but he could hear the city wailing.

　"ha..."

　The emperor exhaled a breath of white air and pulled out the divine feather from his chest.

　The feather transformed into a burning dagger in his hand, its edge gleaming with golden light like the sun.

　"We were once wanderers, trekking through endless seas of sand and sandstorms."

　He thrust the dagger into his chest, flames flickering in his pupils.

　"We were slaves, living under the blade and the whip."

　Extraordinary, endlessly extraordinary.

　"We were fugitives, hiding in the shadows, beyond the reach of iron hoofs and arrows."

　The flames hit the edge of the kingdom, were gathered by the skeleton of the divine bird, and stabbed back.

　“We were revolutionaries, stirring up the gold dust from the sand and turning it into a storm.”

　Golden sand and ancient secrets tempered his mind.

　"We once sold our souls for gold, now we adorn our bodies with gold."

　He saw Him, and He saw him.

　He inscribed His own name:

　"Ugaon Tukakankion."

　"Emperor, the highest gold."

　"sun."

　"Zizzizi!"

　Gold climbed up his body, engraved into his flesh, and golden inscriptions covered his body.

　In a trance, Ugaon heard Austin crying with joy:

　"Brother, we...finally walked out of the desert."

　"Austin."

　With wings spread out, He gazed at the city submerged by the tsunami with His golden eyes as bright as the sun.

　"The gold and the oasis are ours now."

　"boom"

　The golden prominence of the sun exploded, and the sky was washed by a storm of fire.