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

Xing Mo breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that even if the "Sky Garden" could really fly, it would be unlikely for the Imperials to fly it across the sea.

But a new question arises: Why make such a large building structure fly?

Is there any point? To allow the "Golden King" to stand higher and see further?

Is this some kind of large-scale ritual magic? Then why not just build a taller tower? Or even take a steamship to the sky and cast the spell?

But...what if?

Xing Mo thought for a while, then continued:

"Hmm... Miss Isis, let's say we need to fly this 'Sky Garden' across the sea to the Citadel on the other side. How much whale oil would that require?"

"Fly across the sea... arrive at the academy..."

Isis thought for a moment, then shook her head:

"Unfortunately, that's impossible. The anti-gravity unit can only support the 'Sky Garden' rising in place, and the time limit is extremely limited. A single charge can only last for three hours at most."

"Only such a short time?" Xing Mo was surprised.

Three hours, let alone flying across the sea, wouldn’t even be enough to fly to the outskirts of New Galo City?

Noticing Xingmo's confused look, Isis continued:

"If we want it to fly to the Citadel, we'll need a completely new fuel that's ten times more efficient than whale oil and weighs even less. To do that, the existing alchemical steam engine will need another iteration."

"It doesn't seem like these conditions can be achieved in a short period of time." Xing Mo shook his head.

In this case...the possibility that "the Imperials want to cross the sea in a sky garden" can basically be ruled out.

So, is there any special significance in rising to that height?

Xingmo continued to ask questions:

"This modification has no other use besides flying?"

"That's not part of my job. I'm only responsible for designing the structure to support flight and the anti-gravity unit..."

Isis lowered her head, pondered for a moment, and then added:

"Besides me, the people involved in this work... include the 'Great Sage'."

"What part of the work is he responsible for?" Xing Mo asked, "besides the anti-gravity unit?"

"I'm not sure of the specific details..." Isis shook her head. "But, perhaps because I was in a puppet state at the time, the Great Sage told me without reservation..."

Isis took a deep breath and said:

"He said... he wanted to create a large-scale ritual magic structure that would be no less impressive than Merlin's Superstring Array."

"Right below the Hanging Gardens!"

As soon as these words came out, Xing Mo felt something in his heart skip a beat.

The Great Sage...wanted to create a magical construct...

According to known intelligence, the "Great Sage" is currently carrying out a blasphemous plan deep in the desert, centered around the "Anti-Life Element".

The project was so massive that they needed a large number of camps scattered across the desert to mine the "curse" in the underground undercurrents.

All the mined "Curses" were delivered to the "Great Sage", and judging from the fact that the "Ocean Archon" Ahmed is looking for the "Great Sage", the plan is currently at its most critical time.

What do the Imperials need a "superstring array" for?

Why does this "superstring array" need to be designed above the "Sky Garden" and be able to float far away from the ground?

"..."

Seeing Xingmo's thoughtful look, Isis pursed her lips slightly, as if she had made up her mind.

She took a deep breath and immediately said:

"...Miss, I haven't asked your name yet."

"My name is Jie Daiti," Xing Mo came back to her senses, "I'm a doctor."

"Well...Dr. Jadeti, thank you for curing me."

Isis looked straight at Xingmo, and in her pupils engraved with spiritual power circuits, Xingmo saw the determination she had shown when she confronted Letes Agomont.

Time may have briefly made her a puppet of fate, but it did not diminish her brave heart at all.

"I will repay you," Isis said resolutely. "If you need any help from me, just tell me."

"I don't want to see that shadow create more of me... and more tragedies."

A smile appeared on the girl's delicate, doll-like face.

Then she reached out her hand towards Xingmo.

Xing Mo nodded, then reached out and held the hand made of the puppet mechanism:

"Well, thank you for your guidance, Isis Elbella."

...END...

10) Stranded fish

Deep in the Erulu Desert.

"Buzzing..."

With a loud noise, the stone door moved to both sides.

A faint light shone into the dark corridor, and fine dust floated in the air, swaying in the uncertain light.

Ahmed Tut, the "Ocean Archon", stood at the entrance of the corridor with a sharp gaze.

"Stop here and wait for me." He ordered the people behind him.

Just this morning, the hostess of the shabby camp finally woke up from her nightmare and was brought to Ahmed immediately.

Under some manipulations of Ahmed, she confessed her position as the "Great Sage".

After learning the location, Ahmed immediately took his guards and crossed the Erul Desert.

The scorching sandstorm blew on his face. He fully armed himself with a hood and veil, but still could not escape the invasion of the wind and sand.

The wind and sand seemed to have magical power, piercing Ahmed's exposed face like a blade, like some kind of punishment.

For a golden people far away from the desert, the desert's rejection is a shame.

Ahmed had not ventured deep into the desert for a long time. A hundred years ago, he had fought alongside the "Golden King" in the yellow sand, destroying the Garo strongholds one after another.

When the king returned from the "Sunrise Land" deep in the desert, he was among the first to greet him.

He still remembered Ugaan Tukakankian's eyes that seemed to contain the brilliance of a divine bird: he was so divine, as if he had become the sun itself at that moment.

And there was the tall attendant who left the shrine with him—now, that attendant is called the "Supreme Praiser", a servant serving the gods.

At that moment, Ahmed was so excited that he fell to his knees, his eyes wide open in the wind and sand, delighted that his golden blood was finally ignited by the sun.

But now, he can't stand the wind and sand.

What wiped out his resistance to wind and sand?

Is it the sea breeze? Or civilization?

"..."

Walking in the ancient corridor, Ahmed held up the magic wand, and little flames appeared beside him, illuminating the darkness ahead for him.

He walked and walked, walking in ancient memories and abandoned visions.

Finally, he came to a door.

Ahmed pushed open the door and entered the shabby little house behind it.

Then, he saw the "Great Sage" Thoth Ibrahim behind the desk in the center of the room.

The wisdom of the past had faded from his eyes. The old man in the white robe was tilting his head, writing in a notebook and wiping the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth from time to time.

This unsightly look made Ahmed's mouth twist slightly. He walked straight to the front of the table and said:

"Thoth Ibrahim, I need your support for my decision at the 'Divine Chosen Council'."

"Decision...decision..." Thoth said in a strange tone, "I am...creating a great cause..."

Ahmed frowned. "Great deeds? How can I achieve great deeds while hiding in a dark hut deep in the desert, drooling over my broken handwriting?"

"What are you doing?" Ahmed suddenly became curious.

"I am...bringing...a miracle..." Thoth murmured.

"Stop talking nonsense to me and tell me what your job is here," Ahmed said coldly.

"I'm...making...a vision come true..."

Thoth raised his head and smiled oddly at Ahmed.

In the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a black light surging.

Ahmed suddenly felt impatient. He was about to step forward and use some tricks, but suddenly he felt his heart tighten -

——His intuition told him not to ask any more questions.

Deep in the dark corridor, something was watching him.

Watch...Control...

...tear it apart!

"...!"

Ahmed suddenly came to his senses and found himself standing at the door of the corridor.

"Your Excellency, Archon? Are you okay?"

Ahmed turned his head sharply and found that the entourage he brought with him were looking at him with concern.

"When... did I come out?"

A look of confusion flashed across the attendant's face, and he said:

"You... haven't gone in yet?"

Didn't go in...? Ahmed turned his head and looked at the darkness before him, the color draining from his face.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was holding something in his hand.

I raised my hand and saw that it was a badge——

—The emblem of the "Chosen One."

In the "Divine Chosen Council", all those who hold high positions in the Garden are called "Divine Chosen" and have the power to put forward their own opinions.

After one of the Chosen Ones makes a proposal, the remaining Chosen Ones need to throw their badges into the flower basket in the middle of the venue to indicate their position.

If more than half of the votes are cast, it will pass.

But this does not mean that every Chosen One is equal - in most cases, the Chosen Ones will decide the order of throwing badges according to their status, and at least half of the Chosen Ones will follow the higher-ranking ones and make the same decision.

For example, the "Great Sage" Thoth Ibrahim.

Getting his badge means getting more than half of the support.

"..."

Ahmed silently put the badge away and turned around:

"Let's go, we've got what we need."

"Sir, what have we got?"

"A ticket to ride the big waves."

After saying this, Ahmed pulled up his hood and face scarf and prepared to hurry back.

At the entrance of the cave, the hot wind and sand blew in his face, causing him to squint slightly.

Suddenly, as if an impulse suddenly surged from his heart, Ahmed stood still.

He hesitated for a moment, then removed his veil and took off his hood.

The scorching desert storm washed over his face once again. He let the stinging sensation on his face repeatedly stimulate him and opened his arms.