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

Flames suddenly erupted from the body of the Supreme Praiser, burning fiercely and transforming into an illusory afterimage.

He chanted softly, and the afterimage of the flame took a step forward and turned into a solid entity along with the golden sand.

The Supreme Praiser split into a projection.

The jackal, with a half-physical and half-illusory body, walked out along the colonnade, tearing through space, and its body faded into the chaotic black and white light and shadow.

The strange whispers lingered in his ears, but they had no effect on him mentally or physically.

He traveled through the spirit world and soon tore open the rift again, arriving at the doorstep of Lights's home.

"..."

As soon as he left the spirit world, the Praiser saw the sage standing there in a state of shock. The sage was calling the messenger to the sky, holding a freshly written letter in his hand.

"Praise...Praise...Lord Praiser..." the sage stammered, "You..."

The "Supreme Praiser" didn't even look at the sage, but walked past him and entered Lights' house with his head lowered.

He went up to the second floor, passed by the stunned maids, and came to Lights's bedroom.

The jackal walked directly to Lights's window, grabbed his neck and lifted him up:

“‘Truth be told.’” The ‘Supreme Praiser’ uttered obscure words.

Lights suddenly opened his eyes like a drowning man, and his pupils flashed with a light green light.

"...I...I...I...my dream was...invaded..." A painful sound came from Lights' throat.

"Describe the appearance." said the Supreme Praiser.

“…I…I…I…”

Lights' mind flashed with the three-eyed giant, the girl with white hair and red eyes, and his own past...

The next second, he said:

"...I dreamed of...storms and lightning...giants rising from the ocean...bringing...storms upon the continent..."

"...the storm...the sea! I prayed to the sea...for inspiration! And the sea answered me...I..."

Lights muttered frantically, the light in his eyes flickering wildly.

Seeing this, the Supreme Praiser released Lights' neck and took two steps back.

"Saint Camarastra, the Pale Angel," the Jackal murmured softly.

After confirming the source of the pollution, the "Supreme Praiser" raised his iron claws, ready to crush Lights' head.

Just before he could make a move, some...sounds came from the direction of the Sky Garden.

"..."

The Supreme Praiser retracted his claws and silently took two steps back.

His body turned into a swirling flame, burned out, and dissipated.

The only person left in the room was Lights, lying on the bed. His eyes were still open, but there was no life in them.

Before the maid and the sage rushed in, a faint green light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

......

"Did you just see that?"

“I see…”

On the second-floor terrace of an afternoon tea restaurant just opposite the Lights' house, Xingmo and Aurora were sitting under a parasol, gazing at the street view across the street.

Just now, they all saw the "Supreme Praiser" leave the spirit world and walk directly into Lights's house.

"Honestly, this is too scary..." Xing Mo exhaled, "Just a little bit..."

"Don't worry, we can still fight him," Aurora said calmly, "it's just that the venue isn't suitable."

"Now is not the time to expose it, so I am worried."

Xingmo listlessly scooped up a piece of strawberry ice cream milkshake with a spoon and took a sip.

The taste is sour and sweet, very good, and the coolness spreads on the tip of the tongue.

But Xing Mo still felt uncomfortable in her heart. The things she had just seen in her dream made her feel stressed out, and she felt unwell.

Seeing her little Saint looking frightened, Aurora chuckled:

"You're in such a hurry, yet you chose a place so close for afternoon tea?"

Xing Mo put down the spoon, sighed softly and said:

"The most dangerous place is the safest place. Leaving proof of presence here instead of fleeing in panic will allow us to clear our suspicions even if we are tracked down."

"You're quite clever, worthy of being the guardian of the Citadel. It's just that you use all your intelligence and talent as a spy~" Aurora blinked.

"You're not much better." Xing Mo muttered, frowning her delicate brows.

"We are the evil god, why should we be any better?"

Aurora was amused by Xingmo's expression:

"I haven't done such an evil thing in a long time. I'm so happy."

As he said that, the little guy ate half of the ice cream ball in two bites, with a happy expression on his face.

Xing Mo helplessly looked at the little cat with ice cream milkshake residue on the corner of its mouth. To be honest, she no longer felt any interest in Aurora's remarks, which were so close to role-playing.

This guy is really good at talking big, but he doesn't do much bad stuff.

The toughest thing about my body is my mouth.

"Oh, it seems he's gone."

Aurora turned and looked towards the Lights mansion:

"The dream deception we left behind should have worked. Lights won't reveal our information to the Praisers. Now the blame should be placed on the Pale Angel."

"Are you sure it will work?" Xing Mo expressed doubt.

"If it didn't work, he would have just shown up at our table and eaten ice cream with us."

Aurora finished off the rest of her ice cream, her face light with joy.

"Ah~comfortable~" Aurora smiled happily.

"Don't feel comfortable. Didn't you say you were going to see your sister tonight? Go back and pack up." Xing Mo sighed.

"Oh..." Aurora looked away, "Don't worry..."

Sure enough, one thing comes down to another.

Seeing Aurora's deflated expression, Xingmo's tense nerves relaxed a lot.

She relaxed her body, leaned back, and slowed her breathing:

"Well then, let's analyze some useful information."

"Sand Song," Aurora said. "The lyrics are terrible, the melody is average, but it's addictive because it's laced with the syllables of Sand Song."

"A key word, 'lasin', means 'dominate'," Xingmo said.

According to what Mr. Luffy said before, the "Song of the Sand" can only be sung by the Golden People with extremely pure bloodlines, and it belongs to the "power of the minority."

And every Golden Clan has a part of golden blood in their body, even if they intermarry with the Garo people, those bloodlines never fade.

Then, it is obvious why the "Artist" Letos Agomont is favored by the "Hanging Gardens" -

——He is a Golden People with extremely pure bloodline, and therefore has the power to drive the "Song of the Sand".

Under the guidance of the "Supreme Praiser", a frustrated artist followed his inner desires and composed music with crazy fantasies, thus gaining his current fame and status.

And his existence is part of the Golden King's plan.

Because his songs have spread to the Citadel.

"We are very passive..." After solving the mystery, Xing Mo sighed, "This kind of pollution is cognitive pollution and is difficult to remove."

When Xingmo thought of the things that Senior Alice reminded her of in the letter, she felt a chill down her spine.

So many people...became part of this grand ceremony?

"Don't worry, there's a solution. The pollution can be contained with the pure springs of the Holy Tree Cult," Aurora muttered, "but as long as the ballad continues to be sung, this pollution will never stop."

"It seems like our time is running out..." Xingmo whispered, "If they use the power of 'Domination' to make the Academy Army lose its resistance... I can't imagine what will happen."

Aurora smiled gently, as if to comfort her.

"Okay, I don't think there's any rush. We have the Storm Flutes, and then we can go and kill that badass Ocean Archon. The Imperials can't even cross the sea."

"...Okay, there's no point in being pessimistic. Anyway, I have to write a letter to inform my senior..."

Xing Mo muttered, took out a piece of letter paper and spread it out on the table.

While she was writing the letter, she chatted with Aurora:

"By the way, besides 'Song of the Sand', is there any other information?"

"Of course, we replayed those," Aurora blinked. "Remember the artist that Letes admired?"

"Remember, she is?"

"One of our targets is the current architect of the Hanging Gardens, Isis Elbella."

Aurora blinked.

"Apparently, after her poetic status was overshadowed by that of Leytes, our poet lady has found another way to become famous."

...END...

PS: I'll just post a 10,000-word synopsis for everyone to enjoy. 10,000 words a day is really exhausting...

9) Doll's Sorrow -5k-

Maple Leaf Palace-Academy City

"Dang...dang...dang..."

In the testing grounds beneath Maple Leaf Palace, servants made of living gold brandished their weapons and attacked each other.

The force with which they swung their weapons far exceeded that of ordinary swordsmen, and the iron weapons made explosive sounds as they cut through the air, like the roars of tigers and dragons.

Off to the side, Isabella Ducep and Councillor Martin stood side by side.

As she watched the soldiers in the center of the field becoming more and more brave and skilled in fighting under the adjustments made by the wizards, the smile on Isabella's face became more and more obvious.

"Imagine that when the Golden Folk attempt to storm the shores of the academy, they will be facing literal golden soldiers."

“How surprised would they be then?”

Martin leaned forward slightly in a flattering manner:

"Those who claim to have gold in their blood cannot defeat your wisdom and might."

"It can't be said to be my idea. Without that lovely helper, I couldn't have thought of such a plan." Isabella chuckled.

The queen raised her wrist and glanced at the ruffled cuffs of her sleeves, looking at the delicate embroidery patterns on them.

"Sewing a soul into living gold is a difficult task."

"Do those soldiers really have souls inside them?" Martin asked curiously.

"You're not afraid of this?" Isabella looked back. "Infusing souls into alchemical creations... this is an act against human ethics..."

"Now is a special period, and all your decisions are reasonable." Congressman Martin bowed deeply.

Looking at Martin's head, which was covered with a wig to hide his bald spot, Isabella's smile became more mysterious:

"Well, I certainly wouldn't put souls into the living gold. Even if I wanted to, where would I get enough souls?"

Isabella cast her gaze towards the soldiers, the reflection in her pupils shattered:

"Do you think that if you use your soul as a vessel like that, you are still a human being?"

"If it means beauty, life, and power, I think it's worth it," Martin bowed respectfully. "But with all due respect, a beautiful woman like you naturally doesn't need such a carrier. You are already perfect enough."

"Hehe, you're quite sweet..."

Isabella gently reached out her hand, held Councilman Martin's chin, and gradually lifted his head.