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

"Eh~"

"Sister, this story is too childish~" Sheila shook Alice's arm, "We are already grown up!"

"Yeah, yeah," Leah whispered.

Surrounded by her three sisters, Alice felt completely relaxed.

After such a long time, she finally had a vacation again.

In fact, she had not originally planned to take a day off, but because she was so tired and Bishop Roberts Thane insisted that she go home, she finally relieved herself of her duties for the day.

Yes, sometimes you need to relax. Being too tense may harm your body.

Alice thought so, and gave her sisters a gentle smile.

"Oh? How about I get you a different book to read?"

"Okay, okay~" Mia smiled.

"So what kind of books would you like to listen to?" Alice asked curiously.

"The Sea of ​​Flowers is Always Blooming..."

"No yuri novels allowed!"

"Hey~" "Why is it like this..." "I need to stick to it..."

The three little girls rubbed against their elder sister and started to act coquettishly in various ways.

By the window, Vivian looked back at Alice, who used to be so decisive at work, but was now being forced to be in a dilemma by her three younger sisters, and she felt a burst of joy in her heart.

Alice also has things she's not good at dealing with~

She secretly stuck out her tongue and then looked at the snowflakes outside the window.

"It's snowing so heavily. We can have a snowball fight tomorrow!" Vivian suddenly felt very excited.

"..."

Heavy snow covered the sky, turning the entire outline of the academic city of Nefera Beta pale.

Smoke began to billow from the chimney of the Pushet family's mansion, and with faint greetings, the happy family seemed to be preparing to have dinner.

What none of them noticed was that on the lawn at the entrance of the courtyard, a string of snowflakes was quietly floating in the air.

The snowflakes seemed to be frozen in the air, floating step by step a few centimeters away from the lawn.

Like a series of footprints going in and out.

......

After coming out of Mr. Luffy's mansion, Xingmo stretched lazily in the bright sunshine.

"I didn't expect things could get any more troublesome..." she murmured softly.

According to the information sent back by the archaeological team, the unusual spiritual footprints in the "Temple of St. Nero" originated from an "angelic being passing through the spiritual world."

According to calculations from the Spirit World Spectrum, that breakthrough occurred only slightly later than the "Descend of the Evil God of Motiheim" incident.

In other words, a powerful angel broke through from the "God's Tomb" and came to the real world.

"Don't worry, maybe we made too much noise when we arrived." Aurora put her hands on her hips.

"You didn't crawl out of the God's Tomb," Xing Mo glanced at the stupid little ancestor, "Didn't you fall from the sky?"

"What do you mean by falling from the sky? That's called descending! Descending with beautiful big wings spread out! An angel has come to earth!" Aurora waved her little fist.

"Well, in short, you definitely didn't crawl out of the tomb~" Xingmo smiled.

But her smile was forced, because if there really had been an "angel passing through" phenomenon in the "God's Tomb", it meant that the water was now even more muddy.

First, let's rule out the possibility that the angel is "Saint Nero the Messenger of Winter"—he seems to have been dead for a long time.

Secondly, we can rule out "Cain" - she is obviously in some kind of predicament, unable to break out of containment, and it is even more impossible for her to get out of the dilapidated temple of the "Winter Messenger".

Who would that be?

When Xingmo was struggling, Aurora gently poked her waist:

"Ouch."

"Don't worry, it's just an angel," Aurora said in a serious tone. "You're waving the angel's spine in your hand. Have you forgotten?"

"puff..."

Xingmo couldn't help but wonder how Aurora came up with all that magical nonsense, but it did make her nerves less tense.

"Not only do I use the angel's spine as a magic wand, I also keep an angel as a cat." Xingmo said.

"Huh? When did you raise it? Why didn't you tell us?"

Aurora looked around for a while, then suddenly froze, and then puffed up her cheeks slightly.

Looking at her indignant eyes, Xing Mo burst out laughing:

"Hahahahaha!"

"Are you going to meow again?" Aurora said angrily.

"Now you're meowing, you little idiot."

"..."

The sun was shining in the sky and Xiao Huang was screaming.

After riding a camel cart across the fields, Xingmo and Aurora once again returned to the ancient castle in the suburbs.

The gate of the castle has been renovated and looks brand new, without any sign of damage.

As soon as she reached the door, Xingmo heard faint conversations coming from inside the castle, as if many people were gathering inside.

Eh? Has Miss Isis invited people to visit the castle?

Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other, then opened the door and walked in.

The interior of the castle was no longer dark, but was lit by candles. At this moment, many men and women dressed as poets gathered in the castle, talking closely.

On both sides of the gate, Xing Mo saw the mercenaries controlled by her with the "Dark String" - they were guarding the castle honestly and meticulously.

Well... these guys still have to atone for a while, at least until the New Garo incident is over.

After all, it's good enough if you don't lose your life when making such dirty money.

“Click, click, click…”

At this moment, the sound of a steam engine operating was heard. Xing Mo turned around and saw a tall mountain of steam rising from the end of the crowd.

——It’s the steam spider!

It has been repaired, and the six pairs of optical lenses under the iron helmet are folding rapidly, as if they are looking at Xingmo.

On the spider's back, the "Architect" Isis Elbella was sitting in a throne-like driver's seat, waving at Xingmo.

She fixed the castle guards...it's only been four days...

Xingmo was secretly surprised as she and Aurora walked through the crowd.

"Miss Isis, you look well."

The steam spider's body slowly descended to the ground, and Isis leaped from the throne and landed on the carpet.

When she landed, the steam engine on her body made a sound of gears turning, which sounded quite industrial and mysterious:

"The doll's complexion should be the same most of the time," Isis smiled. "Good afternoon, Miss Jadeti."

"Little doll, you've made a lot of friends, huh?" Aurora looked around. "Are they all poets?"

"You are very perceptive, Lord Prophet," Isis nodded. "They are all poets from New Garo. Most of them are currently starving and can only survive by forming mutual aid groups."

Isis moved closer and lowered her voice:

"I have told them the name of the Tree of Life, as you commanded."

"Hmm~ Very good, very good~" Aurora nodded with satisfaction.

A few days ago, after Isis was freed from the endless nightmare by Aurora, she quickly received divine revelation from the "Tree of Life" and accepted the mark.

The reason was simple—she was originally a victim of the power of the "Invisible Mist," and after the curse was broken, she naturally chose to follow the god who saved her.

Even if he was an evil god, it was the "evil" that saved her, not the "good" that made her fall into darkness.

"Since you have gathered so many poets...what is your specific plan?" Xing Mo asked.

"Please follow me, let's talk upstairs."

After Isis finished speaking, Xingmo and Aurora followed her upstairs to the mechanical laboratory on the second floor.

In the center of the laboratory, the mechanical flying dragon was lying on the ground. Part of its structure had been disassembled, and the exposed gears and pipes looked dazzling.

"I'm repairing this dragon. Maybe it will be useful later." Isis chuckled.

She led Xingmo and Aurora to sit down beside the laboratory table, while she stood.

"This morning, I went to the Hanging Gardens and met with the pacifist Minister Zarun," Isis said slowly. "He expressed his support for my decision at the Chosen Council and expressed his opposition to war."

"Can that meeting really restrict the power of the Golden King?" Xing Mo said.

"It's difficult, but at least it can constrain the decisions of 'Ocean Archon' Ahmed," Isis nodded. "We will oppose his decision to 'expand the Golden Fleet' and make it difficult for him to move forward."

"Are there enough people?" Aurora tilted her head. "If it's just you and the Imperial Minister..."

Isis's eyes flickered, and then she shook her head slightly:

"I'm... not sure. Minister Zarun does have a seat in the 'Divine Chosen Council,' but if Ahmed has the support of the 'Great Sage,' I'm afraid most people will still favor him."

"It's uncontrollable," Xing Mo whispered, "so, it must be eliminated."

The next "God's Chosen Meeting" will directly affect the situation in the sea - when the Empire's ironclad ships set out, the Academy will inevitably need to intercept them in the sea.

Although he had the support of the "Storm Beacon", since Ahmed dared to attack, it meant that he must have his own backup measures.

"Miss Isis, where is the venue for the God's Chosen Conference usually set up?" Xing Mo asked.

"It's usually on the 'High Terrace' in the middle of the 'Hanging Gardens,'" Isis said. "It's heavily guarded, with extremely powerful protection measures from the spirit world to the real world, and is watched by the Praisers."

"That is to say, if you force your way in or sneak in, you'll be easily detected..."

Xingmo lowered his head and began to think.

Obviously, if one wants to put an end to the Ocean Archon's plan, there is only one way—

——Assassinate him before the decision of the "God's Chosen Council" is made.

"Where is Ahmed now?" Xingmo asked.

"I made some inquiries, and it's said that after returning from the desert, he has been hiding in a room inside the Hanging Gardens, never coming out."

Isis sighed:

"He seemed to have sensed something and would not allow any accidents to happen."

"What a cautious fellow," Aurora muttered. "He must have been vaguely aware of our presence, but since he couldn't reveal our identities, he simply stayed put."

"Should I say he's smart?" Xing Mo smiled helplessly.

Since he doesn't come out, I have no choice but to go in.

"It's not easy to get into the 'Sky Garden' on weekdays, right?" Xing Mo said.

"It's very difficult. Even the Chosen One can't bring in people without permission." Isis shook her head, "especially these days."

"In recent days?"

"Yes, the garden is under martial law," Isis explained. "This morning, I took the opportunity to go to the garden and took a quick look at the intelligence. I discovered that even I can only access the middle level. The upper middle and throne levels are completely sealed off. Only those of high status, such as the 'Great Sage' or 'Ocean Archon', are qualified to enter."

The steam engine on Isis's body was running faster than usual, as if reflecting her emotions:

"And the 'Supreme Praiser' is located on those restricted floors."

Trouble is here... The garden is under martial law. If you rush in, it will be very troublesome, and if you fail, you will attract the attention of the "Supreme Praiser".

Besides the Praiser, the Golden King is also a major problem—he is at least a Demigod, and possesses the power of the Sand Song.

Starting a war in the garden is a very bad idea.

When Xingmo was feeling distressed, Aurora suddenly spoke:

"I have a little idea, but I don't know if you guys are happy with it."