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

"You even went out of your way to pick me up...?"

"Just follow the arrangements," Ling paused, then added, "It was Merlin's arrangement."

Principal Meilin's arrangement...? Xingmo's brows furrowed slightly as she thought of something—

——The underwater city.

I always feel like... Principal Merlin is deliberately leading me to some place...

Xingmo shook her head and shook off the thoughts.

She was not afraid that Principal Merlin would plot against her. On the one hand, it was because she had a relatively deep understanding of the old principal's personality. On the other hand, she might not be afraid of any plotting at all.

After all, she was accompanied by an evil god who, even in his weakened state, possessed the combat power of an angel.

Things were getting more and more confusing... Xingmo raised her head and looked at Senior Vivian who was still bickering with Aurora.

Long silver-white hair, sapphire-like eyes, and the iconic vertical pupils are indeed the characteristics of an ice dragon hybrid.

Just like that 'Ancient Dragon Hunter'.

Senior Alice's previous letter said that Senior Vivian didn't remember anything about what happened before, so she couldn't provide any clues.

But Xingmo had a hunch: it seemed as if someone was invisibly weaving the lines together, converging them into a road leading to a certain point.

How much of a role did "The Court of Redemption" play behind this storm?

Just as Xingmo was thinking, suddenly a bell on the mast rang loudly:

"Golden Fleet!" a sailor shouted.

Xing Mo immediately stood up and turned to look at the horizon——

——The outline of a fleet is emerging from the horizon.

It was not a traditional three-masted sailing ship, but an ironclad ship.

The first thing that appeared on the sea surface was the steel beast-like hull structure, followed by the black ship's side inlaid with gold edges, and the scale-like cooling system on the hull structure that opened and closed repeatedly.

"Coming for us?" Vivian's eyes widened. "Do you want to attack?"

"No, we have to keep our tracks as secret as possible."

Professor Ling said, pulling out his wand and patting Xingmo on the shoulder:

"Assist me."

"I understand." Xing Mo nodded.

The two quickly walked to the bow. The wizards around them had already trained themselves to stand in a hexagonal formation and raised their wands.

"Om-"

Spiritual energy was engraved onto the deck, revealing a complex string formation, flashing with white light.

Professor Ling walked into the center of the string formation, closed his eyes, and muttered something.

Xing Mo took out the small bottle of spiritual dust from his pocket, opened it, and sprinkled it into the air:

"Crackling."

The dust exploded, transforming into a faint spiritual mist. At this moment, Ling opened his eyes and pointed his wand in the air.

"Om-"

A water string was captured, and the rippling light was like illusory sea water, surging out layer by layer.

"Six-string magic," Ling murmured, "'Cape of Light Waves'."

She played the six strings continuously, and illusory sea water gushed out from the magic circle, instantly enveloping the entire "Black Pine".

Xing Mo felt that she had entered an extremely ethereal state. She lowered her head and saw that her body had become crystal clear, as transparent as sea water.

The six-string magic "Cloak of Light Waves" allows the essence of things to be connected with the sea water, hidden among the waves, and gain the power to mobilize the sea.

In just a split second, the "Black Pine" turned into a phantom among the waves. This was not optical invisibility, but an essential connection.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Xingmo felt as if she was dancing with the waves around her.

After completing the magic, Ling waved his wand, and a wave suddenly rolled up and hit the "Black Pine".

It was as if there had never been a ship here, only an inconspicuous wave.

"Vivian, be prepared," Professor Ling said softly, "If you are seen through, fight back immediately."

"Is it impossible to see through it?" Transparent Vivian scratched her transparent head. "'Cloak of Light Waves'? I understand you don't want to collide head-on with the Golden Fleet, but since you're using such powerful magic..."

"Because the identity of the visitor is special," Ling said softly, "He is the 'Ocean Archon', the leader of the Golden Fleet."

......

6) Storm Performer (Part 10)

"Voice of the Returning Soul" - Golden Fleet

"Your Excellency, Archon, the enemy attack observation has been lifted. It was just a wave or the floating wreckage of a sunken ship."

On the bridge of the ironclad ship, the adjutant wearing a jackal mask lowered his head slightly with a humble look on his face.

In front of him, a burly man in a red cloak was looking out the window at the sea, his scarred face like a statue.

"Use the spiritual lens instead." The "Ocean Archon" Ahmed Tut gave the order in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes!"

The adjutant went to convey the order, while Ahmed kept staring out the porthole, watching the sea rolling in the golden sunlight.

This is a rare good weather in the sea recently. Most of the time, storms and thunder dominate this sea area.

If it weren't for the unpredictable storm, he might have arrived at the academy by now.

As the commander of the "Golden Fleet", Ahmed has been thinking about a question, a question about the logic of civilization.

Above the nature of the survival of the fittest, there are also factors called supernatural beings that interfere with the progress of the world.

Humans with extraordinary powers can kill dragons on their own, while humans without extraordinary powers can only become dragons' reserve food.

But for Ahmed, this transcendental being is never a tool, but an independent existence, a "third party".

They disguise their free will as human spears, guiding them to bury their weapons into the bodies of their own kind, thus completing a certain logic that cannot be seen from a lower level.

For example, the dust that once trapped the Golden People in the desert.

For example, the storm that is now blocking the sea.

For example...the white tower on the land of the city.

"The starboard side has been confirmed clear, no spiritual reaction," the adjutant returned again, "enemy attack ahead."

Without the adjutant saying much, Ahmed had already seen the enemy - right in front of him, a pirate fleet was sailing towards him in a mighty manner.

"Dreim Kans clearly believes they have the power to cross the line," Ahmed said, his voice like sand seared by the sun. "Raise the power of the steam alchemy machine, and we will drink blood from their broken necks."

"Yes."

Suddenly, golden flames surged out from around the "Voice of Returning Souls". The flames quickly rushed into the scales of the ironclad ship, burning it red and stirring up clouds of water vapor on the sea.

This industrial creation carrying extraordinary power is constantly accelerating, rushing towards the pirates' fleet like a dragon breathing dragon's breath.

.......

"No wonder you started with six-string magic," Xing Mo muttered, "and there's even a pirate fleet?"

In the distance, the Golden Fleet's flagship, the 'Voice of the Returning Soul', was spitting tongues of fire into the sky as it engaged a fleet of three-masted sailing ships that were clearly outdated.

"It's experience," Professor Ling explained. "The Golden Fleet wouldn't sail through a single sea area meaninglessly, especially their flagship, the 'Voice of the Returning Soul.'"

"That is the flagship of Ahmed Tut, the commander of the Golden Fleet and the Empire's 'Marine Archon'. It is also the spearhead of the entire Golden Fleet."

"If they appear in this sea area, it means their priests have detected an intrusion."

Aurora suddenly realized:

"Oh! So they're the Empire's watchdogs?"

"That's really... not very tactful..." Vivian was a little shocked.

"Only puppies would circle around their owner's territory, right?" Aurora said as if it was a matter of course. "Only puppies listen to their masters and serve them, hmm..."

She glanced at Xingmo, and the two pairs of transparent eyes looked at each other for a moment.

Then, Aurora threw herself into Xingmo's arms and hugged her waist:

"You are not a puppy~ You are a kitten~ Hehe~"

"You are the little kitten..." Xingmo rubbed Aurora's head and laughed.

"Don't take it lightly," Ling warned softly, "The 'Ocean Archon' is not your ordinary enemy. He is one of the warriors who followed the 'Golden King' out of the desert. He is known for his unconditional loyalty and unique methods of doing things."

"What kind of method does it use?" Xing Mo was curious.

"Absolutely brutal." Ling said quietly.

At this time, the battle in the distance has come to an end:

In about ten minutes, the ironclad ship "Voice of the Returning Soul" captured the entire pirate fleet, and they could vaguely be seen boarding one of the pirate ships.

This was inevitable. The ironclad ship and the three-masted sailing ship were not of the same level at all, not to mention that it was the flagship of the empire.

"..." When the ironclad ship was mentioned, Xingmo recalled Mentor Lucius, Miriam, and the night when Prince Austin stole the prototype from the workshop.

Miriam's figure kneeling in the middle of the room seemed to appear before her eyes again.

What the imperialists stole that night is now sailing across the sea of ​​​​space, becoming a weapon of killing.

"..."

At some point, Xingmo clenched his fists and imprinted the name of "Ocean Archon" Ahmed Tut deep in his mind.

Remember you.

"The battle seems to be over," Professor Ling looked into the distance, watching the Soul Returning Voice depart. "To give you a more concrete idea of ​​the enemy, let's get closer and take a look."

Ling lightly touched the air with his magic wand, and the "Black Pine" suddenly half-sank into the waves, speeding away in the form of an illusory sea water.

Soon, it approached the destroyed pirate fleet.

The scene was utterly tragic, with floating barrels and shattered shipwrecks ablaze with flames. The flames even floated on the water, burning like ghosts from another dimension.

At this time, the pirate ship that had been boarded was slowly sliding into the sea. When the "Black Pine" passed by it, Xingmo's eyes swept over the situation on the deck.

At this glance, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Blood, blood like red paint, was everywhere, splattered on the deck and mast, as if someone had done it on purpose.

Headless corpses were nailed to the masts. The broken parts of their heads had dried up and had the texture of rotten meat, and no blood was flowing out.

All the blood was drained in such a short time?

No...that's not right...

A terrible thought appeared in Xingmo's mind. Before she could continue thinking, Professor Ling's voice interrupted her thoughts:

"In the desert, some of the Golden People had the habit of drinking the blood of their own kind."

“Water resources were scarce at the time, and humans were the living source of water.”

"Of course, that was a helpless situation under extreme conditions. Now, there is only one possibility for those who still retain this habit."

Ling paused and didn't say the rest of the sentence.

Without her having to speak, Xing Mo knew what she meant.

The smell of blood permeated the sea, and even the sea breeze could not dilute it.

At this moment, Xingmo deeply understood the brutality of the "Ocean Archon".

......

6) Storm Performer (Part 11) -4k- (2-in-1)

After the Golden Fleet had completely moved away, the "Cloak of Light Waves" was removed, and the "Black Pine" was once again illuminated by the sunlight.

Looking at his body gradually returning to normal, Xingmo's expression remained solemn.