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

Xing Mo lowered his head and pondered for a while, then murmured:

"I guess what we're digging up is the source of our nightmares."

"This..." Elsie's expression turned ugly. "What if..."

"That's right. If this continues, everyone will have nightmares."

Xing Mo glanced at the figures coming and going in the camp, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"Elsie, can you do me a favor? I need to know where the things that were excavated from the camp were transported."

Elsie's eyes froze for a moment, then she lowered her head and pursed her lips.

"But... the mistress won't agree..."

"Is she important to you?" Xing Mo tilted her head. "From what Ahmed said, it seems that you are of pure Garo descent. It seems that you are not having an easy time."

Hearing the word "Garro people", Elsie's body trembled slightly, and her voice became smaller and smaller:

"...That's right."

"Both the sage and the consul treated you very badly." Xing Mo said sympathetically.

"But the hostess is different..." Elsie pursed her lips, "She...she cares about me, provides me with a separate tent, and even gives me the fruits I don't usually eat..."

Girl... please don't be so pitiful... Xing Mo complained in her heart, and then persuaded:

"Honestly, her condition is much more serious than you think. She won't wake up in a short time."

"How could this happen..." The color on Elsie's face disappeared again.

"So, in order to cure her, please use your method to help me obtain this information, okay?" Xing Mo said calmly. "The others in the camp will definitely not agree to this. You just noticed that when facing the 'Ocean Archon', the only thing they can do is kowtow."

"Because the power of the Archon spans the ocean and the land..." Elsie murmured, "If the mistress doesn't wake up, someone will soon take her place. Then I... I..."

The girl lowered her head, clenched her fists tightly, and her teeth sunk slightly into her lips, almost oozing blood.

She recalled the days at the foot of the ring city, the time when she was at the mercy of others, and the ten seconds when Ahmed dragged her out of the tent.

Ten seconds almost became the limit of her life.

And the voice that saved her spoke again:

"Even if not for the mistress, for yourself."

The girl raised her head in a daze, and saw a pair of emerald eyes staring at her, like gems sparkling in the sun.

She pursed her lips and said:

"...good."

......

The construction site of the camp was heavily guarded. After Xingmo tried hard, he found that he still couldn't go in legally to take a look.

So she said goodbye to Elsie, left her contact information, and left the camp.

"Here, here you go!"

At the entrance to the camp, Xingmo ran into Aurora, who was waiting. The little girl immediately reached out and handed Xingmo a popsicle.

Xingmo took the popsicle, licked it gently, and found that it was still frozen solid.

Mm, it tastes like watermelon, lightly sweet, and tastes very good.

"Where did it come from?" Xing Mo asked curiously.

"Just a few!" Aurora held the popsicle in her mouth and put her hands on her hips.

"Speak nicely..." Xingmo was amused.

Aurora was stunned for a moment, then she sucked in the popsicle storm and spat out a wooden stick in her hand.

Then, her face flushed, she shouted:

"We made it ourselves! We bought some watermelons nearby and used our spiritual power to crush them until the juice burst out. Then we used that ice string you just made to freeze the juice!"

"How's it? Awesome, right?"

Xing Mo: “…”

Well... there's no need to describe it in such detail...

"Objectively speaking, the taste is quite good." Xingmo expressed approval.

"Hehehe~"

Aurora spun around on the spot, her little skirt spinning like a blooming little white flower.

"So, how's it going over there? I was frying watermelons in the back and wasn't really listening."

“We haven’t found the source yet, but someone is helping us find it.”

Then, Xingmo told Aurora everything that happened in the camp.

After listening, Aurora nodded:

"Yes, I have a little follower wherever I go. It's awesome!"

"Before I left, I gave her a note with your name written on it," Xingmo said. "I told her to open the note if she gets into trouble. We'll know then."

"I'll know~" Aurora blinked, "You see, without me, you can't do anything~ Little Saint~"

"Then you can't make dinner tonight?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

"Wow, we were wrong..."

"Pfft...stop messing around, there's more to do."

Xingmo took a bite of the popsicle, and couldn't help rubbing Aurora's little head, then closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his view had reached an altitude of ten thousand meters.

The hunting falcon cut through the wind and sand, gazing at the earth as if through a filter, and flew right over the camp.

Xing Mo had no way to spy on the excavation site from the ground - according to her intuition, there should be very strict security there, and it would be irrational to break through by force.

However, if you look at it from a distance in the sky, it is not a problem.

"..."

The falcon flew over the camp, and the cluster of tents and the people moving in and out of them came into view, moving like ants.

Soon, Xingmo saw the location of the heavy machines.

If I'm not mistaken... that seems to be a pothole...

The sand is cut apart layer by layer, and different rock features are exposed, like layers of stairs.

And in the center of the stairs, there was something dark surging, like a hot spring, with black liquid constantly splashing out of it.

The heavy machines collected the black liquid and transported it to the ground through a pipeline, and then into a small factory.

And the smell of the black liquid was very familiar to Xing Mo——

——That is the "curse", or the "anti-life element".

Oh no... In the southern part of the academy, Prince Austin at least used the string array to purify this black power...

How come in New Galo, they started mining in bulk directly from underground?

Xingmo opened his eyes, turned his gaze back to himself, and looked towards the other end of the camp again.

"There's a cursed river underground?" Xingmo muttered. "Aurora, what do you think?"

"That's a spring," Aurora smiled softly, "or rather, a tributary of a mighty river."

"This sounds too unbelievable...?"

"But it's true," Aurora nodded. "The black power is flowing from an underground tributary. They are developing that river and then processing it."

The underground tributaries are filled with the power of "curse"? Thinking of this, Xingmo's back was slightly chilled.

Is there a cursed river hidden beneath the Erulu Desert? What could have caused such a blasphemous existence to appear?

The underground curse even seeped into the Nilus River, causing the contamination of the Silver Blade Tribe...

No, if those curses existed, they shouldn't have polluted the Nilus River until now...

Does this mean that the pollution entering the Nilus River was actually caused by the development of the imperial people?

Xing Mo turned her head and looked into the distance. Even though she was at the junction of the oasis and the desert, she could still see the magnificent hanging garden.

For a moment, a faint sadness surged in my heart.

"All in all, this matter was successfully completed..."

Xingmo exhaled:

"Just wait, we'll be famous soon. After all, looking at the appearance of those sages, it seems that they are completely helpless against nightmares, not to mention the poor artist you cursed..."

"I'm starting to feel sorry for that guy," Aurora said with a bright smile on her face. "Imagine him being thrown up by the three-eyed giant in his dream—falling down, snapping, breaking..."

Xing Mo: “…”

Help, my child's mental health seems unhealthy, how can I treat him?

......

8) Flowers, the Sun, and You (Part 5) -5k- (Level Up Plus)

Somewhere deep in the desert.

"Construction continues..."

"Yes...I know...I know..."

"The Lord is watching over us all..."

"Buzzing..."

The stone door opened, and the "Great Sage" Thoth Ibrahim walked out, dressed in a white robe and looking extremely thin.

He looked around in the dark corridor with a hurried look on his face, his bare feet trembling slightly as they stepped on the cold ground.

"It will be over soon...it will be over soon..."

The great sage muttered to himself as he walked along the corridor, taking steps in the seemingly endless darkness.

After a long time, a beam of light finally appeared before his eyes, and the great sage's pace suddenly quickened, like a moth flying into a flame.

He embraced the light, and what appeared before him was a simple little room with a tattered desk, bookshelf, old wooden chair, and a crystal ball on the table.

However, it was this ordinary and even desolate scene that made the great sage breathe a sigh of relief.

He sat down behind the desk, his body trembling as he clutched the crystal ball with both hands, muttering:

"Calling the Garden... I am Toth Ibrahim..."

There was a flash of light in the crystal ball, and the next second, a face wearing a jackal mask appeared inside the crystal ball.

The eye sockets behind the mask seemed to flicker with an eternal flame, like a pair of will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness.

"Ah... Great Praiser..." The Great Sage smiled with an infatuated smile, "You are still so divine..."

"Stabilize your humanity, Great Sage," the Praiser's voice was icy. "The Lord still needs your service."

"I will... Great Praiser..." the Great Sage murmured softly, "My messenger told me... someone is eager to convene the 'Divine Chosen Council'..."

"That's none of your business. Just do your job."

"Yes...my Great...Holy...Most High!"

The great sage opened his arms like a madman, his facial muscles and body trembling together, as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

Chaotic flashes flashed before his eyes, as if endless broken fantasies were flashing, making him fall into a state of half-madness and half-insanity.

When he came to his senses, the face of the "Supreme Praiser" was no longer in the crystal ball.

"......." The great sage's eyes suddenly became cold and rational again. He looked at the crystal ball and did not speak for a long time.

At this moment, another crystal ball on one side of the room lit up, and a blurry face and a chaotic voice came out:

"...Your Excellency, the Great Sage, a new batch of 'purified materials' has arrived. We can now proceed to the next stage of work."

"Then let it be done." The great sage said calmly.