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

The Horn of Doom? What does it mean? Is it related to the sunken city at the bottom of the ocean? Is it related to Typhoon, the Pirate King?

Could it be that these elves know something?

The next second, Xing Mo suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, because there was a hint of doubt in Juventus' expression.

Then she cleared her throat and said:

"It's just a small matter."

"A small matter...?"

Yuwen was stunned for a moment, and tears suddenly flowed more:

"I...I'm sorry...it turns out you really have broken free...and are...returning..."

"That's true." Aurora nodded seriously.

"However, we haven't been paying attention to the storm's movements recently," Xingmo said with a slightly serious attitude. "What did the elves see?"

"What we see... is the same as always..."

Yuwen calmed his breath, and the light in the depths of his eyes became wise again.

"...the storm uses its waves as scales, drawing strength from the amniotic fluid that nurtures the creatures it creates..."

"...When its flesh and blood grows full, the true storm will sweep across the earth..."

Yuwen said, making a cautious gesture.

Xing Mo recognized the gesture at a glance - it was the gesture used when praying to the "Pale Angel Saint Camarastra"!

Xingmo saw the old man "Pastor Haichao" make that gesture.

She pretended to be calm and said:

"Has the storm ever answered your prayers?"

"No, it hasn't happened in many years..." Yuwen shook his head. "The elves' faith in the storm has never ceased, but the storm has hidden itself within the outline of the sunken city."

"That city is fascinating, right?" Xing Mo continued to try to ask.

"A rational elf would never attempt to spy on that city," Yuwen said, bowing his head in awe. "It is a sunken cradle, gushing with the malice of the Age of Gods..."

Cradle of Silence...Malice of the Age of Gods...

For some reason, when Xingmo heard these words, her forehead felt a slight pain.

She didn't care, but quickly sorted out the current situation:

It is obvious that this elf tribe called "Silver Blade" worships the "Angel of Knowledge" and the "Pale Angel", which correspond to the authority of "knowledge" and "storm" respectively.

And according to their situation, the "Angel of Knowledge" did indeed bless this place, giving them the power of "good weather" and "control of life."

The Pale Angel has not responded to prayers for a long time. According to Juventus, it is hidden under the waves and is related to the sunken city.

But considering that angels should exist in the kingdom of God rather than the real world, Xingmo believes that this may just be a metaphor.

No... not necessarily...

Xingmo recalled the scene in the "Temple of Saint Nero": the kingdom of the "Winter Messenger" had been ruined, and only a lifeless skeleton was hanging in it.

Not to mention the scene that was previously glimpsed in the "Star Sea Spring": "The Sun Angel Saint Auros" was killed by the goddess in one blow, and his body fell apart.

Furthermore, it seems that the Angel of Knowledge hasn't personally delivered God's will in a long time. Could it be that...

...all the angels have been murdered?

Xingmo felt a chill running down her spine, but quickly rejected the idea.

This isn't quite right. If all the gods have fallen, then among the silhouettes I saw in the 'Star Sea Spring' before, shouldn't only the 'Angel of the Blazing Sun' and the 'Angel of Winter' have turned black?

The other angels are alive... but their specific conditions... are unknown...

In short, Aurora now seems to be regarded as a projection of the arrival of the "Angel of Knowledge", so let's take advantage of this... belief.

The power of faith is the foundation of anchoring.

"call..."

Xingmo let out a breath and decided to stop thinking and deal with the problem at hand first.

At this time, there was a creaking sound coming from the floor at the door of the tree house. Xingmo looked up and saw two handsome elf guards carrying a big pot in, followed by several elf girls carrying baskets filled with mushrooms and beef.

"So many?" Xing Mo blurted out.

"So many!" Aurora suddenly became excited.

"Uh..." The elven guard placed the pot on the stove in the center of the room and scratched his head. "Don't... want to... offer a sacrifice?"

"What's the need for sacrifice... We don't need so much, hurry..." Xingmo waved his hand.

"Yes! Sacrifice!" Aurora suddenly shouted, her pupils shaped like hearts. "These are all tributes! We're going to eat like crazy!"

Xing Mo: “…?”

Yuwen: “…?”

Elf guards: “…….?”

Aurora: (￣▽￣)~

"......" In order to ease the embarrassment, Xing Mo cleared his throat and walked forward:

"Leave it there, I'll take care of it."

"Handle..." The elves led by Juventus came back to their senses. Is this apostle of God finally going to start the exorcism ritual?

As expected... Even if the black power is expelled, God's apostles will still offer sacrifices to the existence beyond the sky in order to achieve a state of balance without interference.

I have to learn this well... Juventus thought so as he watched in awe as Xingmo used his magic wand to process various mushrooms and beef, and then put them into the pot.

A standard and simple pre-ritual... using the wand to consecrate the offerings... what a brilliant touch.

And then... and then, pure water? She filled the pot with pure water... Oh my god, it was just like those human alchemists, using pure water to cleanse the offerings, bringing them to a state acceptable to the gods...

Then there was fire… oh, the fire of the Fire String, the purest fire in the world, which in occultism meant summoning, and in ritual it served to call upon the sight of the gods.

Next... um? Add the spices?

This...Juventus thought about it, what does spice mean?

It should be... creating an incense effect to calm the mood of the sacrificer?

Then why add soy sauce?

Where did that lump of butter come from?

Why is it getting more fragrant?

"Ms. Apostle, that..." Yuwen finally couldn't help but speak.

"She is our Saint." Aurora corrected with a smile.

"Hmm...Miss Saint," Yuwen swallowed, "What exactly is your sacrificial ritual...?"

"Sacrificial ceremony?" Xing Mo looked up in surprise. "Didn't I tell you? This is cooking?"

As he spoke, the mushrooms danced in the hot soup, mingling with the aroma of mutton, making everyone in the room swallow their saliva.

The next second, the elf lady on the bed suddenly sat up, like a drowning person breaking out of the water:

"I'm hungry!" she yelled.

Juventus: “…”

6) Storm Performer (Part 7)

Miss Elf suddenly woke up, threw back the quilt, and her two white legs dived into the air like fish, then landed precisely on the edge of the hot pot.

Xingmo handed the bowl over and watched with a smile as the elf lady started to take out the mushrooms and beef from the pot and devour them.

"You've met your match." Xingmo said to Aurora.

"Nonsense, we have no rivals."

Aurora yelled, took a bowl, and started eating with the elf lady.

Juventus and the elf guards standing by had never seen such a scene before: in their impression, their young lady had always been reserved and elegant, a role model of elves.

Not to mention such disregard for table manners, even when drinking water he usually tilts the cup with a very small angle, as if tasting fine wine.

The scene before me... can only be described as a bit weird.

"Don't worry, nightmares are very draining on the soul and will multiply one's desires," Xingmo explained to Youwen seriously, "It's better to eat more. Eating more will keep you healthy."

Is that so? Juve was confused and felt that he was not sure what to say, after all, he had no experience.

"I have to say, Miss Saint, the mixed mushroom hot pot you made smells really good..." Yuwen murmured, "I'm even hungry."

"If you have an appetite, let's eat together," Xingmo pointed at the pot, "it's such a big bowl anyway."

"Ah... that's not the case," Yuwen shook his head. "Now that she's recovered, I should go and deal with the matters that have accumulated over the past few days. Thank you and... the Lord for your care. If you need anything, please let me know."

"Oh, there is indeed something I need to ask," Xing Mo slapped his head, "That... this lady..."

"Her name is Freina. According to the order of succession, she will be our queen next." Yuwen's tone became much more solemn.

So... she's an elf princess, huh? No wonder she's willing to ask humans for help to save her...

Xing Mo glanced at the white-haired elf who was wolfing down his food, then turned to Yu Wen and said,

"I need to trace the source of the pollution. Can you tell me where she frequents most?"

"Of course no problem." Juve nodded.

......

The Silver Blade Tribe is located deep in the Black Forest. Even if Xingmo spreads his spiritual power, he cannot detect its exact location.

According to Aurora, this place is almost the deepest part of the Black Forest. Not far to the north is the border of "Motiheim", so it is uninhabited.

In addition, there is some kind of ancient protective magic here, and it is impossible for humans to enter through normal means.

At this moment, Xingmo and Aurora were strolling by a quiet river, walking along the riverbank.

Specks of golden light floated in the air, and tiny spots of light fell on the surface of the river, and were cut into fine pieces like gold powder by the waves.

It is a quiet picture, and it would be even quieter if there were no noisy kitten next to it:

"We were still eating hot pot! And you pulled us out! Now we're all going to be eaten by that elf!" Aurora waved her little fist.

"You still need this meal? You have food to eat every day."

Xing Mo comforted him casually, and focused all her attention on the small river beside her:

"Elder Yuwen said that Miss Freina often walks alone along the river, and the river is the only medium that can bring in external forces, so if there is pollution..."

Xing Mo was thinking when she suddenly felt a pain in her wrist:

"Ouch!"

She looked down and saw that it was Aurora who had bitten her, now smiling broadly.

"Don't bite me." Xingmo puffed out her cheeks.

"Pfft..." Aurora laughed even more, "You're so cute!"

Then, she pounced on Xingmo and knocked her to the ground.

"Ouch!"

Xingmo tried to break free from Aurora's clutches, but a little loli held her wrist and she could only stare blankly on the grass.

"Have you forgotten that we came out to rest today?" Aurora smiled evilly and leaned close to Xingmo's face.

"Isn't this something..." Xing Mo sighed helplessly, "Let me get up~"

"No, no, just lie down and listen to me."

Aurora sat on Xingmo's waist and stood up, her blood-red eyes reflecting the golden light in the air.

"You've been a little too tense lately. Tonight is New Year's Eve, and tomorrow is the new year, okay?"

"In a time like this, why don't you just relax and spend the whole night tracing the 'source of the curse' along the riverbank?"

Xing Mo's pupils were slightly startled, and then he turned his head away: