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

Inject the power of the Fire String into the body, comprehensively improve the attributes of the body, and gain a state of affinity with the Fire String.

When Xing Mo opened her eyes again, her emerald green pupils radiated brilliant golden light, like the lava deep in the earth's core, like the scorching sun above the white tower.

The burning gaze did not stop Alia. The girl leaned forward and sprinted, the dagger in her hand spinning rapidly, creating a black mist filled with shadows around her.

Xingmo calmly grasped the wand and snapped his fingers——

"boom--"

The second-string magic "Star Flame" exploded. Since Xingmo was in a state of affinity with the fire string, the flying sparks formed a barrage like meteors, flying out densely.

Arya stopped, covered herself with her robe, and was immediately engulfed in flames—

"boom--"

When the flames dissipated, there was no trace of her on the field.

Xingmo was not panicked at all. Although she could only use magic of the three strings or lower in order to avoid being exposed, her combat experience as a "bell guardian" was no joke.

She strolled leisurely in the arena, her eyes like molten gold scanning everywhere.

Soon, she noticed a little discord in the shadows.

"call--"

Xingmo waved his wand, and sparks burst out in the space above the shadow, tearing the shadow apart.

Arya's figure faded from the shadows. She flew towards Xingmo like an arrow, the dagger in her hand burning with black fire.

"call--"

Xing Mo turned her head to avoid the first knife, played the string, and the "Blade of Light" condensed in her left hand.

As Alia swung the second knife, Xingmo swung the dagger made of golden light and met it—

"clang--"

As the blades clashed, the bright sunlight swallowed up the shadow on Arya's dagger.

The scorching heat was transmitted along the dagger, and the girl's hand suddenly made a "sizzling" sound.

"what...!"

Alia screamed, the dagger flew out of her hand, and the hot wind knocked her to the ground.

The next second, a wand touched her neck.

"You lose, surrender."

Alia raised her head and met a pair of emerald green eyes - Xingmo was looking at her indifferently, as if looking at a puppy that fell into the water.

......

4) Haze in the North City (Part 5)

The battle to decide the championship was over in less than a minute after it began.

Looking at the almost overwhelming battle, the audience in the entire arena was stunned.

What followed was an overwhelming cheer—

"She won! She won! The 'Dark Priestess' defeated the 'Spirit Giver'! An overwhelming victory!"

"She is the champion tonight! A well-deserved champion!"

The commentator almost shouted himself hoarse. Initially, when he saw that the challenger entering the arena was an orthodox wizard holding a wand, he felt disdainful.

After all, this is an underground arena, and almost everyone will use their dirtiest tactics.

An ordinary little magic wand is like a sheep entering a pack of wolves, innocent and cute, as if it will be torn to pieces in the next second.

Who knew that this was a wolf walking into the flock of sheep!

The "Dark Priestess" only used magic of the three strings and below from beginning to end, but she used this not-so-outstanding talent to perform an impeccable combo!

Even the "Spirit Giver" who won six consecutive victories tonight is no match for her!

"..."

In the audience stands, "Black Wood" nodded with satisfaction, a smile on his face.

Beside him, Alice's dark red eyes were gloomy.

Xing Sheng is just a freshman, but her control over string magic and understanding of combat are not like those of a freshman.

Indeed, she used magic of the three-string level or below, but she looked so calm and composed...

Alice looked at the white-haired girl beside her. She was Xingsheng's sister Xingyu, who was said to be an albinos.

The little one was looking at the arena below with tears in her eyes, and she was smiling with joy when she saw her sister win.

Crying and laughing at the same time... So many emotions...

Alice turned her gaze back to the arena, and Xingyu spoke:

"Senior, is our sister awesome?"

Alice turned around in surprise and found Xingyu looking at her with a smile.

"Very impressive..." Alice hesitated. "Where did she learn all this? I mean the fighting skills."

Xingyu's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he whispered:

"My sister and I were refugees from Fallu... We escaped when our parents were guillotined alongside His Majesty the King... We walked for a long time across the country..."

"All along the way, my sister has been practicing hard... and fighting constantly to protect us... That's why she's so powerful..."

So that's how it is... Alice couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic, so she smiled and rubbed Xingyu's head:

"Your sister is really amazing. She looks a lot like... a lot like someone I used to know..."

After saying that, she turned and looked towards the arena.

The moment she turned her head, a cunning light flashed in Aurora's eyes.

What a good show~ Little Saint~

"..."

In the arena, Xingmo pressed the tip of his staff against the throat of the Spirit Giver, looking at the astonishment in the gray-haired girl's eyes.

The moment of astonishment quickly dissipated, and was followed by an overwhelming sense of fatigue.

"I...I lost..."

Before Xingmo could do anything, Alia collapsed to the ground, her body twitching slightly.

Xing Mo was startled and immediately squatted down:

"Are you okay? Are you..."

She seemed to sense something and opened her spiritual vision. When her sight fell on Alia, she was stunned.

——Alia’s body was covered with dark energy.

It's a curse, there's a curse on her!

"..."

Amid the cheers of the audience in the arena, Xingmo picked up Alia and looked at the platform on the side.

She didn't look at Kuroki or Alice-senpai, but instead stared directly at Aurora.

......

In the office behind the bar, "Dark Wood" took out a stack of parchment from the bookshelf.

He pulled one out and slapped it on the table:

"Take it and see where that poor fellow has been."

Alice picked up the parchment and waved her wand, and black and white scenes suddenly appeared on the paper.

The pictures looked like newspaper cutouts pieced together, forming a series of vivid comic strips.

First, Fry Sunlet left the church and crossed the square.

He found a tailor's shop, took off his cassock, changed into a proper formal suit, and put on a loose robe on the outside.

Then he got on a carriage and headed for the South City.

At this point, the information is cut off.

"Is that all?" Alice raised her head and asked coldly.

"That guy is a fifth-string-level 'Saint'. Do you think he's easy to track?" 'Black Wood' seemed a little amused.

In the official classification of the "City of Learning", those who play the string starting from the fifth string are called "Saints", those who play the string starting from the seventh string are called "Demigods", and those who play the string from the tenth string onwards are called "Archangels" who serve the Goddess herself.

All bishops of the churches are at least "Saints," and they are all powerful string players.

"It doesn't matter. There weren't many events that required a formal dress at that time, so this information is enough." Alice said coldly.

She turned around and found that her two schoolmates were squatting in the corner, feeding water to the little loli named Alia.

The guy has fallen into a coma.

"If you want to take her away as a trophy, go ahead," Blackwood said nonchalantly. "She's an orphan. She's earned me a lot of money in the arena, but that's all."

"You are a devil." Xing Mo said without even turning his head.

"Darkwood" shrugged indifferently.

Out of his sight, Aurora placed a hand on Alia's chest, and bits of green light flowed into her body, dispelling the dark energy for her.

Aaliyah's brows were furrowed, but her eyelashes were trembling, as if she were dreaming.

"Don't worry," Aurora murmured softly, "Don't pray to the goddess anymore. She won't save you."

"Let's go." Xing Mo stood up and glanced at 'Hei Mu'. "Take her with you."

"I can help you place her there," Alice offered. "It's already this late. Is it still convenient for you to go back to the dormitory? If not, you can come to my house."

Xing Mo hesitated for a moment, then looked away slightly:

"It's okay. My sister and I will just stay in the hotel. As for Alia, I will take care of her and take her to the shelter tomorrow morning."

"Senior sister showed me a lot tonight. I can't trouble you anymore..."

Xingmo was afraid that if she stayed with Alice for too long, she would not be able to help but tell her everything, but this would only hurt her.

She didn't want to put her best sister in such danger.

Just as he was thinking this, a hand fell on Xingmo's head and began to rub it gently.

Xingmo looked up like a little animal, and met Alice's gentle eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work, junior sister. You are the best tonight."

Xing Mo stared blankly at the senior's smile, with the corners of her mouth slightly curved:

"Ah."

......

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when I returned to the streets of the port area. The pale blue crescent moon cast a cold blue hue over the bungalows in the port area.

Two carriages with dandelion totems printed on them were parked on the street - that was the emblem of the Pushet family, which Alice had transferred here.

A unique means of transportation for aristocratic ladies.

"Well, see you later."

Alice patted the car door and smiled at Xingmo through the window:

"Just tell the driver where you want to go. Don't worry about the cost."

"Okay, thank you, senior sister."

The carriage started moving on the bumpy street. Xingmo looked out from the carriage and saw Alice waving at her.

She looked at the bulging envelope in her hand - it contained not only the hotel money given by Alice, but also a letter of introduction to the shelter for the placement of Alia.

The poor little Loli was sleeping soundly. Without the fierceness in the arena, she looked like a girl who had not grown up, curled up on the carriage seat.

"Did you remove the curse from her?" Xing Mowen asked Aurora.