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

　""

　"Aurora."

　A gentle voice came from the side. Aurora turned around and saw her sister leaning against the ruins.

　One of Perlis's arms was cut off, and a blurry white light was flashing at the broken part.

　This projection has finally reached its limit.

　"elder sister..."

　Aurora squatted down beside Perlis, reached out her hand, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

　"I'm sorry...does it hurt?"

　"No pain."

　Perlis smiled faintly.

　"But you, it hurts, doesn't it?"

　""

　Aurora didn't answer. She knew her sister wasn't talking about the pain of flesh and blood.

　She raised her head, looked at the sky, and said softly:

　"We can change all that, right?"

　"You can," Perlis nodded, "but you should have guessed what the price might be."

　"We don't care."

　Aurora closed her eyes, and the scenery of the branches under the moon flickered before her eyes.

　The scenery was connected with countless fragments, which were the bits and pieces created by her and the little saint in this small world, and each fragment was heartbreaking.

　"I hate you the most, you idiot who stole flowers."

　Aurora looked at the sky and murmured softly.

　She lowered her head and stretched out her hand towards her sister:

　"Sister, can you please lend me the Broken Star?"

　"it is good."

　Perlis's eyes moved, and silver fragments flew out from different places on the battlefield, gathering in the air to form a long sword.

　The blade pierced the dust and landed at Aurora's feet.

　"Only you can walk the rest of the way," Perlis said calmly, "I can't hold your hand forever."

　"Thank you, sister."

　Aurora leaned over and gently hugged Perlis.

　She buried her head in Perlis's shoulder, her eyes closed.

　"Thank you for bringing me back to the sea of ​​flowers and letting me grow up."

　After saying that, Aurora stood up and grabbed the hilt of the Broken Star.

　"Buzz!"

　She pulled out the artifact from Cols Halfgard, raised her head and looked at the sky.

　"I told you I'd definitely settle the score with you."

　Aurora said viciously.

　"We haven't settled the score yet...you are not allowed to take him away!"

　"boom"

　Sound waves exploded, Aurora grabbed the broken stars, and turned into a silver light flying into the starry sky!

　This sword can tear open the false sky.

　This sword tore apart the last bit of hesitation in Aurora's heart.

　Dark side of the moon.

　Xingmo looked directly at the string painter, at the old man.

　He looked so ordinary, wearing a white robe like a researcher, his face was full of wrinkles, and his silver eyes were calm and kind.

　He is so ordinary that if he were thrown into a crowd, perhaps no one would notice him.

　But at this moment he was standing on the surface of the moon, as if he was walking on flat ground.

　"Choice?" Xing Mo asked softly, "Do you have the chance to give us a choice?"

　"Never, and I don't think you should have a choice."

　The old man shook his head:

　"If every living being in the world longed to make choices, to act on the desires in their minds, imagine how uncontrollable chaos that would be."

　"Just like the countless unspeakable things in that root garden, the reason for their birth is what you call free will, desire, and all the uncontrollable factors in this world."

　"how about you?"

　Xingmo looked directly at the old man:

　"What about you, Father God, the String Painter?"

　"You desire to control the stars, control everything. Don't you also need to be controlled?"

　The old man smiled lightly:

　"When the sky falls, there's always someone tall enough to hold it up. You should have experienced this deeply, right? Walking alone at the forefront of the tide of the times, you have to do everything for those behind you, otherwise you can't protect anything."

　"Don't confuse you and me," Xing Mo shook her head, "You are just... doing this for yourself..."

　"Perhaps, but what's the point of discussing personal desires in the face of objective truth?"

　The old man smiled gracefully:

　“Whether I desire to achieve this vision is not important. What is important is that this vision is meaningful to this sandbox.”

　"Who gets to define meaning?" Xing Mo frowned. "You?"

　"Do you think it would be better to let those confused beings define it?" The old man shook his head slightly. "You are too young, Star Angel."

　"This isn't a question of good or bad," Xingmo said. "The key is that the power of definition should be returned to their hands."

　"There's no point in arguing with me, child," the old man smiled. "Why should we discuss right and wrong? I can easily crush you right now."

　"Yeah."

　Xingmo closed her eyes.

　"I don't think so."

　When she opened her eyes again, her pupils were already shining with colorful lights.

　With a flick of the magic wand, the supreme three strings played one after another -

　"Ding----"

　The Shepherd Star's String is flashing!

　The glow of the red moon instantly shattered the old man's body. Then, silver light burst out in the surrounding space one after another, and the projections of the String Painters were shattered one after another.

　Xing Mo manipulated the Red Moon and directly ended the fate of the String Painter!

　However...

　"It's useless, Star Angel."

　Old men appeared one after another on the moon, and every time they were shattered, a new old man would appear.

　"All living things in the world are tainted by the crimson, and I exist in every tainted soul."

　"As long as they exist, I will appear before you countless times until you are exhausted."

　"Whether it's you or Hongyue, there will come a time when your strength is exhausted."

　"I gave you the opportunity to choose. I regret it."

　"regret..."

　Xingmo smiled gently.

　She raised her head and looked into the deep space, into the endless darkness.

　In between, she saw the stars moving, forming a huge trajectory -

　——The face of an old man.

　The String Painter used a star map to form his own face, intuitively showing his power to Xingmo.

　However...

　"Don't be so arrogant, am I afraid of you?"

　Xingmo said softly, raising her wand once again, and a burst of colorful light exploded.

　As she continued to deeply manipulate the Red Moon, deep red lines crept up her cheeks, making her face look a little hideous.

　After connecting with Hongyue, Xingmo's eyes were filled with silk threads.

　Those threads reflect cause and effect, and the possibilities of the real world.

　Before her eyes, the silk threads broke one after another - that was the fate represented by the projection of the String Painter.

　The overlapping strings express the number of His projections:

　unlimited.

　Xing Mo knew from the beginning that he would never be able to defeat Him.

　From the moment she began to lay out her plans in the Age of Gods, she knew that it was impossible for her to destroy an existence like the Painter of the Strings.

　Even though the Red Moon is powerful, it is just a small chess piece in front of the String Painter.

　Therefore, at the end of the world three thousand years ago, Xingmo had already made a real plan.

　A martyr's project.

　A plan that will set all beings free.

　A plan to banish the String Painters from this world.

　At the end of this plan, all creatures on earth will survive, and only one person will need to be sacrificed.

　That is Xingmo.

　""

　"Trinity, Mother, Holy Virgin, Holy Spirit."

　"Fundamentally, these three persons correspond to the three supreme gods, all living beings in the world, and the angel Abel."

　Amid the crimson crackling sound, Xingmo stared directly at the giant face formed by the star map and whispered softly:

　"Now, the golden stars, the blue crescent moon, and the scorching sunlight and shadows all converge upon me, corresponding to the Three Supreme Gods."

　"I walked through the mortal world as a saint, which corresponds to all living beings in the world."

　"And the Holy Spirit has already gathered fate and gathered thousands of faiths in me. This corresponds to the angel Abel."

　"Of course... Crimson has already contaminated all living things, and the Saint's anchor is unstable. Therefore, my control over the Shepherd's String is quite limited. I can only control the Red Moon, a celestial body. I cannot use it to dispel you."

　"But even under this premise, all power and authority now rests with me. I am the only one in this world."

　"The only one who can hold the string of the shepherd star."

　"To hold the String of the Shepherd Star, you need everything about me, including my body and soul."

　As Xingmo murmured, she saw the stars in the deep sky moving their orbits, and an illusory murmur reached her ears:

　"That's right..."

　"You... Star Angel... my creation..."

　"I will...manipulate you...just like I...manipulate everything..."