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

　People from all nations worshipped the garden, the angels in the garden brought the gospel, and the world grew in prosperity.

　In the blink of an eye, thousands of years passed.

　Golden eyes watched all this, weaving all this, letting it all happen.

　She was always there watching, watching everything rushing towards "destiny", like a surging river, never to return.

　"elder sister."

　On the highest hill in the garden, the dragon landed on the edge of the cliff and rested its head docilely on the girl's body.

　The Dark Moon Dragon, Obusgula, gently nuzzled the girl with her nose, earning a touch from the girl in return.

　"You are the father of all dragons, Aub," Ivramis said softly, "Strictly speaking, I am not

　I am not your sister, I was just created by God the Father before you."

　"I just like calling you sister."

　"You should show some dignity. As I said, you are the father of all dragons."

　"No one can see here, sister," Orbusgula murmured, "I'm very tired."

　Hearing the dragon's gentle breath, Ivramis smiled faintly:

　"You bring night to the people of the nations. Perhaps you should also have a good sleep on such a night."

　"I can't do that," Obusgula shook her head slightly, "Things from outer space... They are watching us..."

　Ivramis raised her head and looked at the dark sky, her sight passing the red moon.

　Outside a certain cognitive barrier, the stars twinkled crazily. Even though their starlight no longer drove living beings crazy after passing through the barrier, anyone with a slightly higher level of sensitivity could still sense the malice they emanated.

　"You've stayed above the sea of ​​clouds for too long." Ivramis murmured.

　"She stays longer, and I can still return to you after nightfall, but that divine bird is always in the sky."

　Obusgula said, looking down at the garden below.

　He saw countless creatures sleeping in the night and angels playing in the pond under the moon.

　"I can do all this for the children," Orbusgula whispered, "but lately... I feel very uneasy..."

　"Why?" Ivramis turned her head.

　"The Great Father told us that their faith will converge with ours," Obusgula's huge, ice-blue pupils reflected confusion. "Our faith will converge with the Father, ultimately allowing Him to grasp that string..."

　"But I've been having bad visions lately."

　"Did your scales tell you?" Ivramis stroked the dragon gently with her hand.

　The Dark Moon Dragon is the truth of this world. History and truth are all engraved on his dragon scales.

　Everything known and unknown will eventually be engraved on Him and become the source of His strength.

　"That's right..."

　The Dark Moon Dragon's scales opened and closed, and pale blue light flowed across its surface:

　"They wailed together, wailing for the crimson doom, wailing for the end of everything."

　"The end of the world. There should be many related records on your scales," Ivramis whispered. "My mission is to weave the flow according to the doomsday you predicted, to gather all possibilities, and thus realize Father's wish."

　Star Angel and Dark Moon Dragon, the weavers of fate.

　The body of the Dark Moon Dragon is engraved with billions of truths, which come from another magnificent dimension - the giant silver tree, or time.

　Through the power of truth, that information traveled through time and was engraved on His scales, using the information to tell countless possibilities.

　And what Ivramis is responsible for is to filter out the wrong developments from those destinies, pick out the correct developments, and entwine them together.

　The missions of the Star Angel and the Dark Moon Dragon are, first, to gather anchor points and give the power of faith to the String Painter, and second, to weave fate and let the String Painter develop everything.

　However...

　"This time is different, Ivramis."

　Obusgula's pupils narrowed slightly:

　"In the past, there was despair and death. But no matter what, we fought side by side and faced everything together."

　"But this time, it's really different."

　"This time, in the future I observed... there is no us... there is no you..."

　"without me?"

　Ivramis was slightly stunned, and countless symbols flashed in her golden eyes.

　She tilted her head in confusion and said:

　"What's the matter?"

　"You will disappear, become nothing." Orbusgula's pupils shrank slightly. "The same goes for me, and for Yi. In that future, everything disappears..."

　"So what?"

　Ivramis's brow was filled with confusion:

　"Our mission is the Shepherd's String Project, to play the supreme chord for the Father."

　“After that, our mission was accomplished.”

　"You don't understand, Ivramis. I think we're most likely victims," ​​Obusgula said, her tone becoming more serious. "Have you... not noticed? No matter how we observe the flow, the end result is always a deep red."

　"So what?" Ivramis was still confused.

　"This means we are sacrifices!" Obusgula's voice rose a little. "Children...children's children...all beings in the world...elves...dragons...giants...goblins...are nothing but...sacrifices..."

　“We will all be crimson on that day, the strings in His hand.”

　"The futures you saw from me... those that were gathered... most of them were futures where we still existed. Those futures were not needed by the Father, so you cut them off..."

　"And that future...a future in which we don't exist...He didn't order it to be cut..."

　"so what?"

　Ivramis turned around and put her face close to the dragon's eyes.

　"Isn't this our mission?"

　""

　Looking at Ivramis's dazed look, the dragon sighed softly.

　His sighs turned into wind, swept across the garden, and made the angels playing in the pond shiver.

　"Sister, I don't want to be a string on the harp of fate," the dragon whispered softly. "Do you wish to sink and perish like this?"

　"I have no other desires," Ivramis shook her head gently, "All I have is a mission, and my mission is my destiny, and destiny is destined to end."

　“Was even Abel in the garden destined to be a sacrifice?”

　"That is their fate."

　After saying this, Ivramis looked at the dragon quietly.

　She saw the giant dragon spread its six wings, and a strong wind blew up, lifting his body.

　"I don't want to accept my fate," Obusgula said. "Sister, look at this world, look at your feet."

　The giant dragon rose up with the wind, and after moving away from the cliff, it instantly broke through the sonic boom, turned into a pale blue meteor, and flew into the sky.

　Watching the dragon fly away, Ivramis was still confused.

　"Fate... has been determined..."

　"...Then why resist it?"

　She murmured softly for a while, then sat down on the edge of the cliff again and closed her eyes.

　She heard a lot of emotions in the dragon's voice. In fact, it was difficult for a god to have emotions. The transcendent divinity enveloped her, making her emotions rarely fluctuate.

　But this time she really heard the emotion in Orb's words——

　——He longs for freedom.

　Freedom... free will...

　The second time, the angel asked fate:

　Why do living beings desire freedom?

　"Mother."

　Deep in the garden, the white-haired girl raised her head and smiled softly at Ivramis.

　She hugged Ivramis and rubbed her abdomen:

　"...I miss you so much."

　"Lucifer," Ivramis rubbed the back of the girl's head, "I can't be called your mother. I didn't raise you, I just created you."

　"But I feel that you are my mother..." Lucifer smiled gently, "My face is as perfect as yours, my wings are as full as yours, my light is as bright as yours... I inherited everything from you."

　"If you want to call me that, then go ahead," said Ivramis.

　She turned around, looked at the four archangels, and said:

　"Gabriel, is the Morning Star Angel the best choice for the Saint?"

　"Yes," Gabriel said in an ethereal voice, "She is the most perfect angel in the garden, possessing admirable virtues and an indomitable soul."

　"I can definitely become your saint." Lucifer smiled brilliantly.

　"it is good."

　Evelamis nodded towards Lucifer and turned around.

　In front of her, a neat round mirror hung in the air, with golden runes gleaming on its surface.

　Ivramis placed her hand on the mirror and whispered softly:

　"The painter of the strings, the shepherd of the stars."

　"You are the cartographer of destiny's latitudes, the composer of causal melodies, and the fisherman fishing in the sea of ​​stars."

　"The Saint's choice has been made. I pray that you grant me the power of the Moon Goddess, allowing my consciousness to transcend time and space."

　"I will pass through the giant silver trees, from the golden city at the center of the box garden, from the boundless sea of ​​flowers beneath the ivory tower, and steal the flowers from the future."

　After that, the Star-Shepherd's String Project entered a critical stage.

　The nations prospered and the hotbed for the Supreme String was ready, but it still lacked two most important media—

　——The Holy Lady in the Trinity, and the flower that carries the chord of the Shepherd Star.

　Lucifer will become a saint, and the flower...needs to be obtained from the high heaven in the center of the box garden.

　Through the power of the red moon, Ivramis will travel through the torrent of time and bring flowers from the future.

　In this way, by the time the judge of the High Heaven arrives, the String of the Shepherd Star will have been completed, and no one will be able to control this world.

　""

　As the mirror surface flickered with a deep red light, Ivramis slowly extended her hand.

　Her consciousness quickly disintegrated, and the mirror gradually reflected the outline of the golden city.

　Interlude) World (Part 2) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Silver tree, the dimension of time.

　Ivramis's Eye of Destiny can see through this dimension. According to the Painter of Strings, her pupils came from another unspeakable being, who had fallen in the battle with the Painter of Strings.

　This was the impression that the Painter of Strings gave to Ivramis—He conquered the universe, manipulating civilizations between the cantilevers of the nebula, making them his followers, and then manipulating them to challenge even more powerful beings.

　Before the Shepherd's String Project and before the birth of Ivramis, the power of the String Painters in the universe was already extremely powerful.

　An ancient god who accidentally gained intelligence is destined to possess overwhelming power on the chessboard of the universe.

　And now, he has set his sights on the small planet of Muguang, eager to obtain the ultimate weapon that can truly change the layout of the small garden.

　"Om——"

　As Ivramis's gaze passed through the mirror, her consciousness arrived above the silver tree.

　Below her, the branches of the silver tree were complete and strong, the result of weaving together with Aub.