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

On the ridge adjacent to the main mountain range, Xingmo was holding up the "Spine of Saint Auros" and simulating the spiritual power characteristics of the sun ring.

Flowing golden light swirled around her and Aurora, separating the deadly snowflakes.

In the distance, ice-blue flames would occasionally explode, accompanied by waves of earth-shaking impacts that would tilt the trajectory of the blizzard.

"It's a good thing I didn't try to force my way into the blizzard before," Aurora said, shrinking her neck. "A natural disaster of this magnitude would drain your spiritual energy."

"We should proceed cautiously and carefully," Xing Mo continued to gaze into the distance. "But they were fighting fiercely."

According to the map obtained from the orphanage earlier, the Temple of St. Nero is very close, deep in a cave a little further up the next ridge.

And now, the followers of the Ancient Dragon Hunter have come forward and are fighting fiercely with the Nightmare Cultists.

Xingmo planned to wait and see what would happen next.

If the Puppet Master can defeat his followers, then the Ancient Dragon Hunter will naturally come out to fight him personally.

In that case, Xingmo and Aurora would just sneak into the temple, steal the divine remains and run away.

If the Puppeteer can't defeat him, Xingmo and Aurora will rush directly into the temple and fight the Ancient Dragon Hunter two on one!

Anyway, no matter how you calculate it, there are advantages.

I guess so...?

"..."

Xing Mo inserted the "Spine of Saint Orros" into the snow, and a large gap suddenly melted in the white ground. The exposed rock was melted red by the sharp edge of the bone blade.

Xingmo and Aurora sat down around the Divine Bone Sword and began to watch the battle on the opposite ridge.

"By the way, this is where you first landed, right?"

Xing Mo looked around, but found that everything he could see was white and he couldn't recognize any features at all.

"How would we know? Everything here looks the same," Aurora muttered. "What's going on? Holding a grudge again?"

"What's there to hold a grudge against... It's just two idiots bumping into each other on the ridge..." Xingmo smiled bitterly.

"You're the idiot. I still have some wisdom." Aurora raised her chin.

"Really?"

"A little, but not much." Aurora chuckled.

Xing Mo also smiled. The Divine Bone Sword flickered like a bonfire, and the fire string it created turned the surroundings into an open space in the blizzard, like a small bubble in the endless deep sea.

Before the god descended, Xing Mo would never have imagined this scene - she would actually sit with the evil god, watching the dispute in the distance, as if watching a fire from the other side of the river.

"Teacher Lucius's definition is wrong." Xing Mo suddenly said.

"What are your thoughts?" Aurora turned her head.

"He told me that the reason an evil god is an evil god is because it is uncontrollable, and being uncontrolled means instability."

Xingmo looked towards Aurora, gazing directly into those blood-red eyes that sparkled even in the wind and snow.

"But where is the stability in this world? While Winter County appears peaceful on the surface, undercurrents are surging. The divine power hidden deep within the mountains is coveted by thousands..."

"As long as humans exist, nothing is stable. Temporary peace... no, peace itself is an illusion."

"According to this theory, everything is evil, and there is no such thing as black and white..."

Xingmo stretched out his hand and caught a "dark string" in the air, feeling the power of control.

"Sure enough, sometimes I still feel confused..."

"If you're confused, let's eat stew on the way back," Aurora said with a smile. "You'll be better after eating the stew."

"indeed."

Xing Mo nodded. Instead of thinking too much, the most important thing is to live a good life and walk the path ahead well.

Ever since the rain in October, Xing Mo felt that she was vaguely attached to a sense of mission - this made her much more cautious about everything, and there was even a vague hesitation in her heart.

Everything seemed to be driven by a giant hand. She seemed to be in control of everything, but she always felt uneasy.

But there is no use stopping and pausing.

The real way to find a way out is to move forward, not to stagnate.

Just like before, everything in front of me is just daily life.

But this daily life is cooler than most people's daily life.

"Let's go, it's time."

Xingmo stood up and looked at the opposite ridge.

She could sense a powerful spiritual force approaching—something called the Ancient Dragon Hunter was rapidly approaching.

This means that the temple is empty.

"It's time to enter the Temple of Saint Nero."

......

"boom--"

The three-eyed giant swung his fist suddenly, knocking the ice dragon's head crooked with a sound of bone cracking.

The dragon howled in pain, blood seeping from its face wrapped in the exoskeleton. Many of its hard dragon scales fell off under the giant's attack, scattered on the snow, and soon turned into ice chips.

The battle has been going on for ten minutes. The ice dragon's advantage is gradually disappearing, and the three-eyed giant is regaining control of the ground overlord.

Giants have always been the masters of the earth. In the Age of Gods, when the royal court had not yet returned underground, the giants' territory once spanned the western side of the continent. Even now, many relics of the royal court's heyday can be found.

This is because giants, though mythical creatures, possess intelligence comparable to that of humans. During the most prosperous period of the royal court, they could even compete with dragons.

Even though they later retreated underground, they never lost their pride as people of the earth.

"Roar--"

The ice dragon howled wildly, flapping its wings and rising into the sky, while the ice-blue flames that had been gathering for a long time spewed out of its mouth.

But at the moment the flames came out, the "Puppeteer" raised his hand and played the "Dark Strings" with his magic wand.

"Buzz—" The dark aura instantly permeated the ice dragon's body, giving the ice-blue flame a dark hue.

The dragon stopped breathing immediately - it obviously knew the mechanism of the dark string. If it continued to try to play the string, it would be invaded by the power of shadow.

Seizing this opportunity, the Nightmare Cultists hiding among the rubble immediately leaned forward and released a black and red power into the air.

"Om-"

The power of nightmare pulled the dragon down from the sky, and at the same time sank half of its consciousness into the dream, and its agile body suddenly became much slower.

Taking this opportunity, the three-eyed giant swung his fist forward and hit the dragon's head again -

"Pfft-"

Hot blood gushed out of the dragon's mouth, splashing on the ground and melting the ice and snow.

In the past ten minutes, it had been constantly being consumed in this way, and gradually fell behind in the battle.

From the moment it fell from the sky, it was at a disadvantage - if it tried to fly, it would be pulled back by the power of nightmare; if it tried to drive the ice flame, it would be stopped by the "Puppeteer"; and in hand-to-hand combat, it was no match for the giant.

At this point, the Ice Dragon was in a stalemate.

But it did not give up. As a dragon, its natural pride made it impossible for it to retreat even a single step.

"Buzzing—"

The ancient dragon's words echoed in the air, instantly inspiring a crisscrossing array of ice strings.

A faint icy air surged out from the air and gathered on the dragon scales, covering the surface with a thin layer of ice that was crystal clear.

The dragon's body instantly became several times more agile, and it flew into the air again, ignoring the restraints of the nightmare power.

The ancient being raised its forelimbs and grabbed the air. Suddenly, strong winds and snow gathered between its claws. The storm seemed to condense into a solid entity, like a huge scimitar.

The next second, the ice dragon descended from the sky and slashed the three-eyed giant with its storm scimitar—

"Shhh-"

The storm instantly tore off the arm that the giant was trying to resist, and the blue-gray flesh was torn into pieces by the storm, and ice chips formed by blood splashed everywhere.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the dragon suddenly grabbed the giant's throat with its forelimbs, and a ferocious light flashed in its ice-blue vertical pupils.

"Om-"

The dragon's might erupted. This was the pressure from the Lord of the Sky, the fear that had been rooted deep in the genes of all living beings since the Age of Gods!

The giant's two eyes burst open instantly, and black blood gurgled out like a popped bubble.

The ancient dragon, amplified by the ice string, glared, and a large area of ​​the mountain ridge collapsed suddenly -

——Even with the blessing of nightmare power, the believers could not stay awake under the pressure of the dragon.

Most of them held their heads and screamed in pain. Some of the unlucky ones rolled out of the range of the Holy Relic of the Sun and were instantly torn into pieces of uneven sizes by the "Motiheim's Lament".

"..."

Long stared straight at the giant in front of him—the three-eyed giant's eyes were tightly closed, black blood continued to flow out of his eye slits, condensing into black ice on his face.

Even the giant was unable to resist the pressure of the dragon's concentrated spiritual power.

Just as the ice dragon was about to end the life of its prey, the next second, the third eye on the giant's head suddenly opened -

"boom--"

The golden pupil that seemed to be flowing with lava opened - it was a vertical pupil!

"I stole the eyes of your kind..."

The Puppeteer murmured softly, a faint smile appearing on his face beneath the red hood.

The next second, the three-eyed giant's broken arm spurted out black flesh and blood, which quickly took shape and soon formed an arm.

Countless bloodshot eyes opened on his arms—they were the souls harvested by the Red Moon Cult in Winter County. Deep in the pupils of each eye was a grudge that seemed to be able to curse everything.

The ice dragon's mind froze for a moment. At this moment, the three-eyed giant suddenly grabbed its neck, swung it upward with force, and threw its entire body into the sky.

At the same time, the vertical pupils on the giant's forehead continued to expand and crack, and soon the two destroyed eyes were squeezed out of the eye sockets and occupied the entire face.

He stared at the ice dragon in the sky, dragon flames spurting out of his pupils—

"boom--"

The pillar of fire hit the ice dragon, and the ancient being let out a wail, and the frozen dragon scales on its body were destroyed by the flames that also came from dragons.

It fell from the sky, dragging its burning membrane wings, and landed on the mountain ridge, with bones all over its body making horrifying crackling sounds.

"You cannot protect your master..."

The "Puppeteer" gazed down at the dying dragon from above, manipulating the giant forward.

The three-eyed giant, no, now the cyclops, was undergoing a terrifying transformation. Structures resembling dragon spurs pierced its bluish-gray skin, forming a hard skeleton on its surface. Two long limbs extended from its back, resembling deformed dragon wings.

On its arm covered with eyes, the exoskeleton formed a rough bone blade, and the yellow-white bone surface was covered with bloodstains.

This is the true form of the three-eyed giant Aztica after undergoing a long ritual baptism - a giant with mixed nightmare and dragon blood.

It trudged forward through the snowstorm like a demon from religious mythology. The Sun Relic had been completely devoured by its flesh and blood, its scorching halo seemingly fused with it.

At this moment, it possesses the power of a demigod.

Unlike humans, mythical creatures can easily reach the level of "demigod". This is not only because they have bloodlines that are more suitable for carrying extraordinary powers, but also because they do not have the souls of humans that embody wisdom and reason.

The current Cyclops Aztica is such a being—without any self-awareness, possessed only by chaotic instincts and the blindness of being manipulated by the "Puppeteer."

Such a being could certainly kill a dragon.

"..."

The ice dragon struggled on the ground for a few times, but was ultimately unable to stand up again.

It then stubbornly raised its head and faced the approaching death with the dignity of the dragon clan.

The Cyclops walked up to the ice dragon, raised the bone blade high, and aimed at the dragon's spine.

"I will drink your blood!" laughed the Puppeteer.

However, before he could issue another command, he found that he had lost control of the giant.

He looked down and found that the black silk thread condensed from his fingertips was in a state of solidification!

"...In Mortiheim, even the strings are frozen..."