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

　"You must live, okay? For them, for..."

　"boom"

　The golden flames accompanied by the divine spear swung out by Ivramis split the string into two.

　It also cuts Orbusgula's head and body in half.

　"boom!!!!!"

　An unprecedented wave of ice flames exploded in the sky, and everything on the ground was dyed pure ice blue.

　The dragon's head, dragging ice-blue flames, fell like a meteor towards the north of the continent, where He was born.

　Below the sky where the meteor passed, the earth was covered with white frost and a cold wave swept across the earth.

　When the flames faded, Ivramis was left hanging above the waves.

　One-third of the central area of ​​the Vesta continent was blasted into a hole, and the sea water was swept in to form a new sea.

　On the waves, the headless body of the dragon hung like a crescent moon.

　The crimson light swept over like an overwhelming force, dyeing the sky and the earth crimson.

　Then, Ivramis heard the whispers of the believers.

　"Goddess! Great Goddess! She brings us the golden dawn!"

　"Praise the stars! Praise the morning light!"

　Golden dawn.

　Crimson.

　The future and the past converge in the depths of Ivramis's eyes.

　She saw a figure walk into the sea, and then the overwhelming daylight rolled across the sky.

　Chasing the night.

　The white angel completed his mission.

　Day and night alternate above the clouds of eternal night, completing a new false sky.

　Evelyn knew the time had come.

　"Om..."

　She turned around, facing the sky and the red moon.

　She saw eyes in the moon.

　In the center of the Moon's Eye, the silver-eyed old man looked down at the planet and met Ivramis's gaze.

　When the heaven and earth were undergoing great changes, the Painter of the Strings cast his gaze upon the mortal world.

　His lodging in this world is located above the red moon.

　When his gaze fell, the connection between Ivramis and the Red Moon was instantly severed.

　"Star Angel."

　The old man spoke, his voice rippled with crimson.

　"Is there anything else you want to say?"

　His words were accompanied by pressure, and Ivramis felt her spirit begin to break.

　She raised her head and looked directly into the Moon's eyes, her gaze firm.

　"I reject."

　Ivramis answered.

　The next second, the thirteen strings vibrated!

　"Quiet Starry Sea." Ivramis chanted softly.

　Countless star remains lit up in the false starry sky. They were the souls that died in the catastrophes!

　They almost instantly blocked the crimson light of the red moon and prevented the String Painter from interfering with fate!

　The false sky made up of white and black, countless souls, this is the first step.

　It will block the crimson light and prevent the Painter of the Strings from interfering with the world through the red moon.

　The second step...

　Ivramis cast her gaze towards the dragon corpse curled up into a crescent shape and snapped her fingers—

　"boom!!"

　A golden beam of light fell from the sky, blasting the dragon corpse into the sea, into the lower space, and into the dimension swallowed by the endless unknown!

　In that dimension, not even the Red Moon can interfere with it.

　Because everything about it is "unknown".

　But Evelamis will not forget, she will not forget Obsgula, her younger brother.

　Her connection to Orbusgula transcends unknown influences, allowing her to continue to manipulate everything in the lower realms.

　Then, Orbusgula's bones turned into a pale blue crescent moon, connected with the starry sky.

　The blue crescent moon was projected onto the sky, above the red moon, covering it!

　Orbusgula will become the moon within the false sky.

　Correspondingly, the Red Moon will be suppressed!

　Thirteen-string magic, quiet sea of ​​stars!

　When this string magic that almost sacrificed an era was completed, the impact of the red moon on the world was reduced to the lowest!

　""

　Ivramis was hanging in the air, covered in wounds.

　After continuously using her extraordinary powers, she was already on the verge of reaching her limit.

　At this moment, the scarlet in her body spoke:

　"Very clever, Star Angel. You are worthy of being my most outstanding creation. You have used all your strength to create a barrier that I can temporarily not penetrate."

　"But what does it matter? The crimson is rooted deep within the spirits of all living beings, including you. You can never escape it until your destined end."

　"As for me, breaking the barrier is only a matter of time."

　"Yes."

　Ivramis whispered softly.

　In her heart, crimson was beating.

　She will never be free, and the common people will never be free.

　"You took away our freedom."

　Ivramis raised her head and looked at the pale blue crescent moon.

　"So I'll take yours too."

　The next second, the deep red inside Ivramis' body exploded, and sticky, silver-white concepts emerged out of thin air, forming a spherical space capsule in the air!

　That is the anchor that the String Painter hides in this world!

　Hongyue shaped it!

　"you..."

　The Painter's voice was a little surprised. He had never expected that the Red Moon would go against his will and dig out the anchor point he had hidden on the dark side of the moon!

　The Red Moon, the unconscious star seed, actually rebelled against Him?

　why?

　""

　As if she understood the confusion in the eyes of the silver skull behind the space capsule window, Ivramis spoke softly:

　"You... don't understand life..."

　“He is the moon, unconscious and insensible, but He is also life, and the instinct of life is to move towards freedom.”

　“Resistance may mean downfall, or it may mean flying into a flame.”

　"But it is better to fly into the flame than to perish in confusion."

　Ivramis reached out and grabbed the back of her neck.

　Her spirit body began to tear apart! She used her last bit of strength to forcibly pull out her spine!

　Thirteen strings.

　"White Tower."

　"boom----"

　Golden light rushed towards the starry sky, and Ivramis's spine turned into a tall tower, pressing down on the Anchor of the String Painter.

　"boom!"

　The tower swallowed the anchor, streaked across the night sky, and finally crashed to the south of the continent.

　"Om..."

　As the roar cut through the night, everything was silent.

　Ivramis felt that the crimson in her body was no longer surging. She knew that she had sealed the anchor of the Painter of Strings in this world, which meant that before the false sky was shattered, the Painter of Strings could no longer use his subjective consciousness to interfere with this world.

　But He will eventually break through this seal; it is only a matter of time.

　Therefore, there is still one last step left in Ivramis's plan.

　She wants to break free

　The crimson in the body, before the end of the world...gained complete free will.

　Then, she will obtain the String of the Shepherd Star that the String Painter desires, completely control the Red Moon, and end it all.

　""

　In the sky, Ivramis caught a piece of blue.

　That is the Blue Crescent Moon, the authority of Orbusgula.

　Ivramis grasped the authority tightly and said softly:

　"The identity of Evelamis is a secret, a secret that will be buried deep within this world for millennia. No one will recognize her, no one will remember her. The world will remember the Star Sea Goddess, but will forget Evelamis, the Star Angel."

　As she spoke, she carved her identity into the depths of history. This was the right of truth that only Orbusgula could wield.

　She wants the whole world to forget about her, otherwise her plan will not be able to proceed.

　After completing this action, Ivramis looked down at history to ensure that everything was safe.

　But she saw a little green light above history.

　Someone remembers her.

　She is close to history, watching and observing.

　She saw the city, the bustling streets, and the entrance of the iced tea shop.

　She saw the white-haired, red-eyed girl give a mischievous smile to the black-haired, green-eyed saint:

　"The Star Goddess, Ivramis, Her true name... Oh, I forgot, knowing the name of God is a blasphemy, little saint, you are blaspheming your goddess!"

　She remembered, even if it was just a name, even if she didn't recognize the face in front of her.

　fool.

　The corners of Ivramis's mouth curled up slightly.

　No matter how deep the secret is, there will always be someone who remembers her name, but why her?

　Because she hates me?

　Will she forgive me?