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

"Aurora." Xingmo whispered softly.

The next second, darkness surged like a tide, and Xingmo was already standing in the center of the black dream.

A huge shadow loomed before her—it was a nightmare. Twisted tumors and granulations intertwined with each other, snail-like tentacles emerged from the gaps, and huge eyeballs hung upside down like ripe coconuts.

Looking at the giant object, Xingmo just raised his wand silently and murmured:

"Sixth string, 'The Remnant of Fire'."

As soon as she finished speaking, the six strings were instantly captured around Xingmo, making her look like a performer standing in the center of the stage.

The next second, a huge string magic circle unfolded with her wand as the center, and the manic flames from the starry sky gushed out, instantly engulfing the nightmare's body -

"boom!"

Nightmare's figure collapsed in the raging fire from the angel, disintegrating into flying afterimages, and finally dispersing into nothingness.

Indeed, judging by the size of this nightmare, it can be seen that its power is several times stronger than the nightmares of the patients in Winter County, which is very unnatural.

But in the face of the flames from the astral realm, it would not last more than five seconds.

"Is it solved? I was thinking of taking you home to use as a pillow after you were defeated." Aurora's voice came from the depths of Xingmo's mind.

"You sound like you won't rub me unless I'm defeated," Xing Mo sighed helplessly and turned around. "What's the situation outside?"

"Everyone was briefly pulled into a dream. They won't have the chance to feel the power of the Tree of Life."

"Very vigilant." Xing Mo nodded.

It would be best to avoid letting the power of the "Tree of Life" be displayed casually when the wizard who is said to be a "sage" is present.

After all, those who have been "blessed" by the "Golden King" are suspected to have the power of "Song of the Sand".

As both of them have the authority of life, if they get too close, some reaction may occur, causing the whereabouts of both of them to be exposed.

"..."

After confirming that the nightmare was eliminated, Xingmo walked forward and squatted down to check the spiritual state of the hostess of the camp.

On the black ground, a blurry human figure was curled up, with light overflowing from her whole body and unclear whispers coming out of her mouth.

Unfortunately, the damage was indeed severe, and the hostess's soul was almost on the verge of collapse. If Xingmo had come a little later, it might have dissipated.

Well... in her spiritual state, she's obviously not that powerful, at best a fourth-string wizard.

In this way, the previous speculation was confirmed once again -

——In the Erulu Desert, something is madly nourishing nightmares!

This is arguably the worst possible scenario...

......

8) Flowers, the Sun, and You (Part 3) -4k- (Level Up Plus)

In the border town, Ahmed opened the door of the carriage and stepped hard on the sand.

The scorching sandstorm blew across the border between the Singara and Erulu Deserts, causing Ahmed's eyes to narrow slightly in discomfort. After such a long time serving at sea, he had rarely been kissed by the scorching desert wind.

He looked at the tent in the distance, his usually calm face now filled with anger that was difficult to conceal.

"That bastard is right here?" He turned his head and glanced at the adjutant beside him.

"...Yes, the only person we can find related to the Great Sage is this lady." The adjutant lowered his head slightly. "Your Excellency, Archon, with all due respect, the Great Sage is very busy. If he doesn't want to be found, then we..."

"Shut up," Ahmed growled. "I have to get that old bastard to support me at the Chosen Council."

The Golden People had suffered greatly from the wind and sand in the desert, and now, the forces of the Citadel were actively fighting for positions, while the Emperor ignored the severely damaged fleet.

This morning, the Imperial Ambassador to the Citadel, "Scarab," sent a message: The Citadel has taken control of the storm.

Ahmed knew that no matter which force defeated the "Golden Fleet" in the eye of the storm in the sea, they all stood on the side of the Academy.

Together they snatched the relic from the pirate king, Delem Kans, and Ahmed witnessed the power of the relic with his own eyes.

The "Golden Fleet" needs to be strengthened and expanded.

Otherwise, the Imperials would never be able to reach the Citadel's seawall.

"let's go."

Stepping on the scorching sand, Ahmed roughly pushed away a worker who was pulling a cart, and his iron boots crushed the fruits and vegetables scattered on the ground.

He walked straight towards the camp, his eyes sharp.

......

"call..."

Xingmo opened his eyes, fed the "Flower Language" to his mistress, and watched her rapidly heaving chest gradually return to calm.

After the nightmare was gone, the next step was to soothe her spirit.

"The treatment is complete," Xingmo turned and glanced at the camp sage. "Keep burning the incense. Give her medicine to stabilize her spirit every three hours, and use spiritual dust to maintain the spiritual energy field in the tent."

The sage frowned in disbelief, the corners of his mouth twitching:

"Is this the treatment? I didn't see you do anything..."

The words had just come out of his mouth when he was suddenly stunned and his mind was confused for a moment.

No, he did see Dr. Jie Deti performing treatment, using many instruments... many instruments...

The sage couldn't remember the specific names of those instruments and equipment and the order of their use, but he was sure that they existed.

Then, he picked up a spiritual lens and scanned it over the hostess's body, and found that the black aura that had been emanating from her had disappeared.

This doctor...really cured the hostess...

The sage slumped down in a chair beside him, took a deep breath, and murmured:

"In terms of medical skills, there really are people who are better than me..."

He clenched his fists tightly, as if he had made up his mind, and closed his eyes:

"You are indeed an excellent doctor. I must apologize for my previous offense..."

Hmm? Actually, he's quite submissive... Xingmo muttered, a faint smile on her face:

"You have done the best you can."

"But if there's no success, it's all for nothing," the sage gritted his teeth. "But this is also a valuable experience. Sooner or later, I'll figure out how to treat this disease..."

This spirit is not unpleasant at all... Treating patients is the top priority, and he refuses to give in at all.

To be honest, my previous attitude was really not very good and not polite at all.

Maybe this is the curse of knowledge. We subconsciously look down on those who have not achieved certain achievements in the system, but ignore the fact that sometimes masters are born from the people.

Well, after all, they were heading in the wrong direction - who would have thought that the treatment for nightmares was not to rely on drugs, but to manually beat the nightmares?

Xingmo suppressed the smile that was about to bloom on the corner of her mouth and turned to look at Elsie beside her:

"In order to address the root cause of the problem, I need to know some information about the camp. Is that convenient?"

"This requires the permission of the mistress..." Elsie's eyes were a little evasive, "Well... If the mistress is not here, then we need Mr. Sage..."

Xingmo looked at the sage beside him and met his gaze.

The sage looked up and waved his hand:

"Go ahead and tell me! I don't want to get the same disease!"

Xingmo's lips curled up slightly, and she turned around and secretly clapped her hands with Aurora.

As long as we can find out what this camp is doing, it will be easy to find the abnormality that causes nightmares.

"Then, let's go out and find a place? Don't delay Mr. Sage from giving the hostess follow-up treatment." Xingmo said to Elsie.

"Um..."

Elsie pursed her lips and nodded slightly, then pointed to the entrance of the tent:

"Then... please follow me..."

She walked to the door and reached for the curtain.

The next second, the curtain was roughly pushed open, and an iron hand pushed Elsie to the ground:

"what!"

Elsie fell on her butt, her pretty face distorted for a moment, and then filled with fear.

She saw a pair of golden eyes that flickered with fire.

Ahmed Tut stood before her, looking down upon her.

"I'm...very sorry!" Elsie struggled to get up and stepped aside. She had no time to care about the pain in her body.

Ahmed glanced coldly at Elsie's face and curled his lips in disdain:

"It has actually come to the point where she treats that bastard Jia Luo as her personal maid. How pathetic..."

His eyes swept over everyone in the tent, from the doctor, the sage, and finally to Xingmo's face.

The woman has black hair and green eyes, and wears a veil. Her facial features are clearly those of an Oriental.

"There are even Yanxia people here?" Ahmed's mouth twisted slightly.

Hmm... It seems that Ahmed didn't see through the cover I used the cognitive obstruction cloak to create in the eye of the storm... Xingmo nodded slightly and said calmly:

"I'm a doctor who was called in to solve nightmare problems."

"Please?" Ahmed uttered the word slowly, his gaze shifting to the sage who was bowing his head beside him. "You, a scholar from the Wisdom Hall, have you actually reached the point where you need the Yanxia people to help you clean up your mess?"

"This is an accident..." the sage whispered, "We used calming aromatherapy, but..."

Before he finished speaking, a scorching wind blew through the room, and Ahmed's shadow suddenly appeared in front of the sage, his hand in the iron helmet grabbing his head.

——Then he slammed it on the desk beside him.

".....!" Xing Mo took two steps back and subconsciously reached out to protect Aurora, but found that Aurora had disappeared.

"This guy might find us, so let's run away first." Aurora's voice came from Xingmo's mind.

"Very cautious." Xingmo responded in his mind.

After all, Ahmed was a high-ranking figure in the army, someone who had equal rights to converse with characters of the same rank as the "Supreme Praiser."

Maybe you know Aurora, the little white evil god.

Xingmo silently tightened her veil and observed the sage's condition.

The guy collapsed to the ground after being picked up by Ahmed and slammed against the corner of the table. He was holding his head and crying, with blood oozing from his fingertips.

But even though he had been hurt like this, he still screamed in pain:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's my fault... It's my fault! Please..."

"Your blood is mixed with too much inferior Garo blood?" Ahmed said coldly, "I will report this matter to the Garden and ask the Institute of Wisdom to reconsider your title... After all, you even lost to a Yanxia person."

What, what, what... Why does it smell like bloodline theory... No, is this racial discrimination?

For a moment, Xingmo had a deeper understanding of Ahmed.

He should represent the relatively old-school Golden People, who believe in golden blood and think that the Garo bloodline is a weak bloodline.

What a terrible racist! What did Yan Xiaren do to you?

Xingmo: QAQ.

Wait a minute... after the Golden King conquered Garo... didn't he execute a large number of extreme Golden People?

Xing Mo recalled some of the things he had discussed with Archbishop Roberts Sean when he was studying at the Holy Spirit Church, including the legend of the "Golden King".

After the fall of Garo, a large number of Golden Democrats advocated for ethnic cleansing of the Garo people, and when they were opposed, riots broke out.

Then, the "Golden King" personally killed all the Golden People who opposed coexistence with the Garo people, including many generals who had followed him since early on.

If I remember correctly, Ahmed Tut, the "Ocean Archon," followed the "Golden King" out of the desert...

Why haven't you cleared it out?

"..."

Looking at Ahmed's arrogant look, Xingmo silently suppressed her breath and tried not to make any sound.