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

"Miss Isis, I'm glad to see you finally recovered."

In a small house inside the garden structure, Isis was met by Zarun, the chosen minister of God.

He was wearing a wide robe made of gorgeous white silk, and he looked like a stone statue covered with a white cloth, with wisdom shining in his small eyes.

"I slept for a long time," Isis nodded slightly to Zarun, "and my memories tell me that we once... knew each other."

"To be exact, it's not you I know," Zaruen smiled, "but... the 'puppet'."

"It seems you know my secret." Isis nodded slightly.

Zarun didn't say anything. He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

Just as he was about to pour tea for Isis, he was suddenly stunned and then smiled:

"Sorry, I forgot you don't need to eat anymore."

"Your position is contrary to that of the Supreme Praiser," Isis said word by word, "I need your help."

"On the contrary? No, no, I believe that everyone in the Hanging Gardens is thinking about the empire."

Zarun picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and shook his head:

"However, unfortunately, the path the Emperor has taken in recent years is gradually dragging the Oasis Kingdom into the waves of the Sea of ​​​​Between."

"If we go to war with the Citadel, both sides will suffer," Isis said. "You know Merlin's capabilities. Even if the Citadel falls, New Galo will surely suffer a retaliatory blow."

"Indeed, Merlin is a capable man..." Zarun nodded.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the prosperous scenery of Xinjialuo from high above.

"We experienced the trials of wind and sand, and finally found civilization in the oasis..."

Zarun turned to look at Isis:

“Once, war was our only language. We wrote long poems in it, and only at the end did we find a better way to express it.”

"The power of words is great. There is no conflict that cannot be resolved with words," Isis said firmly. "Poets should chant for peace, not war."

Zarun's eyes flickered slightly:

"It seems that you have noticed what happened to Letes Agomont."

"What is the meaning of those polluted poems?" Isis said.

As a poet, she found it difficult to accept that poetry was treated as a source of pollution and turned into part of a weapon of war.

Poets are the spirits of the streets, not the demons who instigate war.

"Unfortunately, I don't know the truth of this matter," Zaruen shook his head. "It should be said that no one knows except that Iron-faced Jackal."

"'The Supreme Praiser'..." Isis murmured.

"That jackal has been explaining war and the ways of the gods to the emperor, and has convinced him," Zaruen sighed. "I have no disrespect for the great Golden Sun, but unfortunately, I find it difficult to identify with such an unethical method of warfare."

"It seems that you are a staunch opponent of the war," said Isis.

"Then we should get to the point."

Zarun walked back to the desk, looked down at Isis with a smile:

"How can I help you, Miss 'Puppet'?"

Isis took a deep breath and immediately stood up. A small object popped out from the mechanism on her elbow.

——An exquisite badge with a sun totem printed on it.

"I will raise my objections to the war at the Chosen Council," Isis said firmly. "I will use the Leites incident, the poetry pollution incident, and..."

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and a hint of confusion seemed to flash in her pupils.

But the confusion soon dissipated, transforming into unshakable determination:

"...and everything about 'me'."

Zarun stared at the doll girl expressionlessly. Slowly, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"I'll support you, kid."

After receiving Zarun's answer, a smile spread across Isis's face.

She nodded and said:

"So, do we need to go to the throne to request a meeting, or..."

Before she could finish, a hoarse voice hidden by the mask suddenly spoke:

"Ahmed has submitted his application, and the 'Divine Selection Meeting' will begin in four days."

A familiar voice, the same dark aura.

Isis turned around suddenly and saw a tall figure wearing a wide robe and a jackal mask standing at the door of the office. Ghostly flames flickered in the eyes behind the mask's eye sockets.

"The Most High Praiser".

The moment she looked into his eyes, Isis subconsciously wanted to lower her head, and the steam core began to run rapidly.

She recalled the shadows hidden in the grass... recalled the hell lingering in her ears... recalled her whereabouts in the endless darkness.

Then, the girl raised her head and looked directly at the creator of her suffering.

"I will defeat you," Isis whispered.

The Supreme Praiser did not respond.

He just stood by the door, like a stone statue, his aura as immersive as a dead forest.

Isis stared at him for a while, and finally could no longer bear the mountain-like oppression.

She trotted towards the door and fled the room.

The moment he brushed past the Supreme Praiser, shadows seemed to come again, like sticky tentacles.

Isis ran down the corridor with her eyes closed, wanting to get as far away from the shadow as possible.

"..."

At the door of the office, Imperial Minister Zarun looked directly at the "Supreme Praiser" with a slight smile on his face.

"I suggest you don't hurt her. She has already passed on everything that happened to us in the form of a letter. The Peace Faction will never let you hurt that poor girl again."

"Minister."

The eulogist suddenly spoke:

"I'm here to inform you."

“Don’t fight the wave.”

The next second, the jackal's figure burned like firewood, and its body quickly disintegrated in the flames.

His projection quickly disappeared, leaving Zaruen standing alone in the office.

The minister looked at the ground with black burn marks on it, sat back in his chair, and did not speak for a long time.

......

Alia and Bianca really like the glutinous rice made by Xingmo. The two little ones eat it with great relish, and they seem to be so happy that they want to fly.

They chattered on and on about thanking the Saint for a long time, which made Xingmo feel a little embarrassed.

"..."

Before leaving the high-level alchemy workshop, Xingmo once again confirmed the operating status of the "Super Deconstructor".

The decomposition process of the "Winter Envoy Ribs" has come to an end. Within three days, it will be completely transformed into extraordinary raw materials.

By then, Xingmo will be able to concoct the "demigod" elixir and prepare for the desert journey.

As long as you can enter the "Sunrise Land" where the god of the "Golden Sun" resides, you will be able to find the "truth about Genesis" that mentor Lucius mentioned.

At the same time, Xingmo can be upgraded to a "demigod" in the God's abode, preparing to unlock his own secrets.

Of course, before that, there is a very important step——

——That is to find the "key" to enter the abode of God.

As for the "key", Xingmo has gradually developed a plan, but has no way to implement it yet.

In short, she first needs to talk to Mr. Luffy about the matter of the "Supreme Praiser".

"..."

Xingmo and Aurora came to Mr. Luffy's study. Behind the desk, the gentle and elegant Luffy Shamash received them.

"Ms. Jiedeti," Luffy put a pile of manuscripts aside, "I haven't seen you much recently. Is the investigation going well?"

"We've found a breakthrough...I hope." Xingmo smiled.

"Ah...it seems we are all having a busy day..."

Luffy nodded thoughtfully:

"Regarding those volumes of poetry by Letos Agomont you gave me...it will take some time to decipher..."

Xingmo turned around and saw that the scriptures that Senior Alice had seized from the Imperial smugglers were placed on the side of the desk, neatly stacked together.

"Do you think there's a strong connection between the syllables of 'Sand Song' in these scriptures?"

"It's huge, so it's hard to crack," Mr. Luffy nodded. "And the harder it is, the worse I feel... My intuition is usually right..."

Sage Luffy suddenly fell into deep thought, but soon smiled again:

"By the way, I found some of the information you wanted."

He stood up, took out a sealed bag from the bookshelf beside him and handed it to Xingmo.

Xing Mo opened the sealed bag, took a quick look, and found out that it was information about the "Supreme Praiser".

She nodded gratefully to Mr. Luffy and began to read with Aurora.

According to the oldest records, the first appearance of the "Supreme Praiser" should be the year when the "Golden King" first walked out of the desert.

Before Ugaen's tribe was surrounded by the army of the Garo Kingdom, there was no such person wearing a jackal mask by his side, otherwise he would not have been forced into the depths of the desert.

The identity of the "Supreme Praiser" naturally became a real mystery.

If one must trace its origin, the most likely location is the sacred place called "Sunrise Land" - the abode of the old god "Golden Sun Wheel".

As for what is beneath his mask and who his true identity is, perhaps only the scorching sun that forever shines on the desert can tell.

In fact, the reason why the future "Golden King" Ugaen was able to quickly control the situation in the desert after his return was not only due to the legendary "Song of the Sand", but also due to the appearance of the "Supreme Praiser".

Legend has it that the ancient being possessed extremely high-level fire string magic, and possessed the power to destroy an entire army on the battlefield.

Although only a few sightings of him on the battlefield have survived, his fame still lives on, providing a glimpse into the kind of storm he stirred up on the sea of ​​sand a hundred years ago.

"Is this all the information?" After reading it, Xingmo looked up at Mr. Luffy across the table.

"Unfortunately, even from the Wisdom Hall, I have only found such a pitiful amount of remains," Mr. Luffy smiled. "His identity and origins remain a mystery to this day."

Well... indeed, his existence is too mysterious, so mysterious that it is a little abnormal.

According to the recipe of the "Demigod" elixir, if one wants to be promoted from a mortal to a demigod, one must either "just happen" to find the rib of an "angel", or it means a massacre.

Since most mythical species faded from human vision after the Age of Gods, the only option left in the main ingredients of elixirs is naturally "human soul".

Where can we find the souls of tens of thousands of humans before the "Jinsha Revolution"?

"..."

Aurora noticed Xingmo's thoughts and suddenly spoke:

"There's no need to deliberately search for the soul."

As soon as the little evil god spoke, a possibility suddenly flashed through Xingmo's mind.

"...You mean, those souls..."

"If someone wants to collect enough human souls to ascend to demigodhood, their best option isn't to do it themselves."

There was no light in Aurora's eyes.

“Sometimes, if we just let the wheel of history run its course, lives will be destroyed and souls will fall.”

As she spoke, Xingmo recalled the ancient books he had read before setting out for Winter County.

One of the ancient books tells the legend of the "Golden King" Ugaen Tukakankion's rise from the desert, from his mother's death protecting him to his eventual ascension to the throne at the top of the Garo Kingdom.