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

　Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other, nodded, and decided to leave Muxing's sight and return to reality to take a breath.

　The two held hands, closed their eyes, and the surrounding scenery gradually blurred. They fell rapidly in the colorful blocks.

　When she opened her eyes, Xingmo saw flashes of light coming from the distance.

　She saw that the fleet closest to Muguang Star had broken through the zero-light-speed zone, emerged from the sinister lower space, and had come very close to the red moon.

　But they are on the verge of collapse——

　"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　Xing Mo saw silver meteors shuttle through the universe, passing through the warships as if passing through tofu.

　Every time a battleship was penetrated, it was immediately engulfed by continuous silver flashes, turning into splashing silver fireworks in the symphony of stars.

　Xing Mo looked closely and saw that Miss Perlis was hanging in the air at some point, directing Shattered Star.

　Outside the orbit of Muguang Star, the forces of Gaotian Court are the most solid allies.

　"It's almost time."

　Xing Mo glanced at his pocket watch, then raised his head and looked at the falling warships.

　"What time?"

　"The time it takes for the light to reach here."

　With a "click", Xingmo closed the pocket watch.

　Then, accompanied by the music of the Shepherd's Symphony...

　The starry sky ahead was instantly ignited by crimson flames!

　"Buzzing..."

　Immediately afterwards, various strange phenomena occurred in the universe one after another:

　The starry sky on the left seemed to be folded, and broken light patterns were wandering in the void.

　The starry sky on the right was swallowed by the dark chaos, and colorful streams of light spread in the darkness like smudged watercolors.

　The starry sky below was torn open, a long line spanning several galaxies! The spreading white light crawled across the boundless depths of space like a scar on the universe.

　Colorful light came from all directions, exploding nebulae, torn time and space, and different colors were painted among the stars in this grand symphony, like dazzling lights on the stage.

　“How wonderful…”

　A whisper came from the giant face in the deep sky, the tone was intoxicated.

　The painter of the string instrument was obviously also shocked by the beautiful scenery.

　This is the power He desires, the power to herd the stars!

　"Next, it's your turn."

　Xingmo whispered softly, and countless golden symbols flashed in his eyes.

　She quickly scanned the shattered nebulae, taking in all the destroyed Star-Scorning fleets, and the golden symbols calculated rapidly.

　Each battleship carries a fragment of God, which is used to create a memetic black hole to shatter and reorganize concepts in the universe.

　The String Painter uses those shattered concepts to create everything He desires.

　But the problem is, from what Shepherd Star had seen before, those Star-Scorning people did not seem to have the opportunity to have direct contact with the String Painters. They could only listen to the oracle and take action.

　So, how do they give those shattered concepts to the String Painters?

　After a brief thought, Xing Mo came to a conclusion -

　——The memetic black hole itself is the passage to the String Painter.

　This is a kind of "sacrifice" by the clan to the gods.

　So, if Xingmo wants to find the location of the String Painter, what he needs to do is to analyze the connection between the memetic black hole and the String Painter.

　The overlapping part among countless connections must be an accurate coordinate.

　A point.

　""

　The golden symbols flashed rapidly, searching for the direction of each fragment of God on the silver-white giant tree.

　After analyzing their frequencies, Xingmo finally found the location of the String Painter on the silver-white giant tree.

　A row of coordinates.

　"Let's go."

　Xingmo and Aurora held hands again, and as the anchor points converged, the two of them quickly rose to a higher dimension again.

　Wandering in the dark sea of ​​stars, Xingmo provided the coordinates to Muxingzhixian through inspiration.

　"Om——"

　Along with a sudden change in the symphony, the surrounding sea of ​​stars began to flow rapidly.

　When the sea of ​​stars stagnated, Xingmo found the String Painter—

　——It is a black hole located deep in the Lucky Connection, and the projections of stars are reflected on the gravitational lens.

　The String Painter is hiding there.

　When Xingmo looked at the black hole, she reached out and plucked the strings.

　"The String Painter..."

　She whispered:

　"you..."

　The next second, Xingmo felt a sharp pain in his back.

　"Little Saint!"

　"boom!"

　Silver light bloomed, Aurora was blown away, and all around

　The surrounding sea of ​​stars suddenly began to accelerate, and Aurora was thrown to an unknown place.

　Xingmo turned around with difficulty and saw a figure made of crimson light standing behind her.

　His body gradually transformed from crimson to solid, his face was as hideous as a demon's, but his silver eyes flashed with chilling rationality.

　The String Painter...

　When was...

　Xing Mo's pupils were slightly startled, and she suddenly thought of a point that she had overlooked!

　"The Tree of Life shattered all life and then reassembled, thus tearing apart all the crimson pollution. This is a good idea."

　The old man whispered as he buried the crimson blade hard into Xingmo's back.

　"But you forget... not all scarlets survive in the form of pollution..."

　"The scarlet within your body houses a trace of my spiritual wisdom. That is the key I use to control you. It has been transformed into the Book of Hell, guiding you..."

　"I've been staring at you for a long time, Star Angel. Remember that eye?"

　The eyes on the cover of the Hell Book.

　Intelligence.

　The Tree of Life shattered all life on Shepherd's Light, including the Book of Hell.

　And then... it gave the Book of Hell new life...

　This allows the string painters to pass through it... to the surface of the moon...

　And become part of the Saint!

　"Thank you, my creation."

　Deep red threads flowed out from Xingmo's body and spread in all directions.

　"Let's herd the entire starry sky together?"

　The old man's mouth curled slightly:

　"Evramis?"

Chapter 618: Symphony of the Pastoral Star (Part 6) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Manipulator.

　Ever since the martyrdom of that scholar left its mark on the long river of history, the outline of the String Painter has become complete.

　He grew out from the chaotic riverbed, and the silver starlight like branches continued to rise, forming a magnificent outline.

　He read the memories of those martyrs and understood that they pointed to the same emotions - the fear of uncertainty and the obsession with controlling everything.

　The spirit of the Painter of the Strings grew from the body of the martyr, using the myriad worlds as anchors to constrain His existence.

　Control everything, control the stars.

　Because if left uncontrolled, the stars will eventually destroy everything.

　This is the meaning of His existence, His doctrine, and His goal.

　And now...

　When the String Painter buried the crimson blade into the Star Angel's back, He finally came into contact with the imagined supreme power.

　The String of the Shepherd Star.

　""

　A crimson thread connected the old man and Xingmo, with strings of starlight flowing between them.

　Xingmo was hung up by a crimson silk thread, his head drooping limply, like an unconscious puppet.

　Looking at Xingmo, the old man murmured softly:

　"This is your original mission. You flew too close to the sun. You don't need to embrace the light..."

　"However, Ivramis, you completed your mission brilliantly... Thank you for your efforts."

　"Next..."

　The old man turned around, facing the boundless sea of ​​stars, and opened his arms.

　Constellations of starlight appeared on his body, and silver light shone brightly in his pupils.

　"The stars! Within reach!"

　"buzz"

　The deep red light expanded rapidly, instantly dyeing the surrounding star fields red.

　Deep red threads hang down from the boundless darkness, connecting every star.

　The old man's vision suddenly became blurred. He saw all the stars at the same time, knew all their names, and knew their existence inside and out.

　wonderful.

　Unparalleled sense of control.

　The entire universe is in His palm, at His disposal.

　“…Hehe…”

　The old man smiled with relief.

　"Then... I'll start by crushing you..."

　The String Painter's gaze fell on a corner of the Milky Way, which was the border between the territories of the Mie Xing people and another ethnic group.

　That race... The old man forgot the name, he only remembered that the Star-Destroying people had prayed to him countless times, asking him to destroy that civilization.

　The Painter of Strings did offer help, but with His intervention, that civilization actually offered large-scale sacrifices to an unspeakable being and led Him to the star field near the Painter of Strings's body.

　Although the unspeakable thing may not pose a threat to Him due to the offset of coordinates, the Painter of the Strings cannot tolerate the existence of any threat.

　Even if the possibility of Him causing damage is one in ten million.

　The Painter of the Strings took some time to deal with that incident, which resulted in him being unable to observe the situation on the Shepherd's Light Star.