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

"Keep it well. It's a very precious resource. It might play a crucial role in the future."

"We know it," Aurora muttered, "Go ahead~"

"Then I'll leave the logistics to you."

Xingmo said as she took out a veil with the power to hinder cognition and put it on her face.

Then she crawled out of the tent and came to the desert camp.

The tent was at the edge of the camp, and Elsie was on the side of the camp close to the excavator, which was the deep well leading to the underground river.

There is a long way to go between here.

Xingmo closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her vision was high in the sky.

She looked down at the camp with the vision of a hunting falcon, quickly observing the distribution of the enemy.

It must be said that the 'Marine Archon' deployed a large number of troops in this camp - armored imperial soldiers holding steam muskets in their hands walked in rows between the tents.

From time to time, someone was handcuffed and taken to a prison van.

Xingmo quickly planned a route, opened his eyes and started to move.

She crouched down and moved between the tents, carefully avoiding the soldiers' patrol routes.

Why did the "Marine Archon" suddenly attack the camp? He was clearly only home to scholars and researchers, yet he mobilized so many soldiers at once?

Xingmo's intuition told her that this was not common sense, and Ahmed must have other reasons for doing this.

While thinking, Xingmo came to the junction of the residential camp and the construction area. In the distance were the huge excavators digging deep wells.

A checkpoint was set up at the junction, with a whole row of soldiers guarding behind the roadblock, holding steam muskets in their hands.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I've already said everything, I really have already said everything!"

Hearing the shouting, Xingmo turned her head and saw that several people who looked like scholars were being dragged out of the work area.

Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were obviously unable to resist.

"Kneel down!" shouted a man who looked like a captain.

“No, no, no…” The scholar trembled and trembled, “Please, I really have said everything, I really don’t know—”

"Oh!"

Xingmo shrank her neck suddenly. She saw the captain mercilessly shoot the scholar to death with a revolver, and then fired two more shots at the corpse.

The rest of the soldiers opened fire almost at the same time. Accompanied by a burst of chaotic gunfire, almost all the scholars who were escorted to the camp gate fell in a pool of blood.

One scholar was not fatally shot. He crawled on the ground with difficulty and crawled towards Xingmo.

Seeing this, the captain sneered, then slowly walked to the scholar's side and stepped on his back.

“Please don’t…”

"Oh!"

As soon as Xing Mo closed her eyes, a big hole appeared on the back of the scholar's head and his eyes lost their luster.

He died not far from Xingmo.

Xingmo was almost certain that his last glance was towards her—was it because the scholar had spotted her? Or was it because his dying soul had caught a glimpse of the spiritual power swirling around Xingmo?

"Find all the remaining people," the captain turned around and shouted, "Same old story, leave no one alive after interrogation!"

"Yes!"

"..."

Xing Mo watched helplessly as the captain bent down, cut the scholar's neck with a knife, and let the blood flow out.

He lay down and began to suck blood like a scavenger.

"..."

Xing Mo glanced at the soldiers in the distance, then looked at the captain who was sucking blood.

She grabbed a handful of pebbles and threw them to the ground.

"Clap."

"Who?"

The captain raised his head and looked towards the tent not far away, only to see a cloud of dust rising.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up his pistol and walked towards the tent.

"Are you going to come out, or am I going to catch you?" The captain's eyes were bloodshot from the pleasure of drinking blood. "Oh, are you a delicious little fat sheep, or a tasty young grass..."

He walked to the edge of the tent while grinning, and suddenly raised his gun -

——No one.

Where the dust was raised, there was no one.

Before the captain could be surprised, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist.

"Uh..."

He subconsciously wanted to shout, but found that his mouth was covered by a piece of cloth.

"Shh..." the person behind him whispered, "Take a deep breath, and then exhale slowly. This is the last breath..."

The captain felt himself collapse to the ground, and was immediately dragged into the back of the tent, away from the sight of his colleagues.

He wanted to scream, but his mouth was tightly covered with sackcloth.

He wanted to struggle, but his body became stiffer inch by inch.

Slowly, he felt his will drifting away, as if countless black threads were falling from the sky and piercing straight into his body.

"..."

Behind the tent, Xingmo released the linen covering the captain's mouth and pulled out the "Rib of Saint Nero" that was stabbed into his waist.

In three seconds, the captain's spirit was contaminated by the sharp edge of the hidden blade and turned into a puppet filled with cursed power.

Xing Mo felt that there was a thin line connected to the arm where she was wearing the "Rib of Saint Nero". She gradually sensed the nodes one by one and felt that she was in control of the captain's body.

The puppet control provided by this hidden blade seems to be more in-depth than simply using the "Dark String", and the control is more comprehensive.

"Hmm...try a puppet show?"

Xingmo muttered, then immediately controlled the captain to stand up and raised the gun shakily.

Then, she crouched down and thrust her Hidden Blade into the captain's shadow—

"Buzzing..."

Xingmo felt her body sinking, and soon she merged with the shadow.

In this way, she can manipulate him from within the captain's shadow and achieve her infiltration goal.

"..."

At the checkpoint, the soldiers soon saw the returning captain and the blood on his sleeves.

"Captain, have you had another big meal?" a soldier laughed.

The captain was stunned for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Honestly, I miss the blood of the Garo people more."

This should be in line with the character...Xingmo thought so in the shadows.

Sure enough, one soldier showed an intoxicated look:

"What's so good about drinking the blood of a bastard? If you ask me, it's better to drink the blood of a pirate..."

"When the fleet sets out again, we will conquer the entire ocean," the captain said solemnly.

Although the captain looked serious, Xingmo, who was hiding in the shadows, had his mouth twitching wildly.

To be honest...the tone of voice of the Imperials is really too...uh...should I say, middle school student?

Objectively speaking, it is not considered childish. After all, these are the only weird things in the minds of a bunch of almost insane lunatics, and they can't squeeze out any more juice.

But, asking Xing Mo to imitate... is really a bit...

"Captain, why are you laughing?" the soldier asked curiously.

"Well, of course it's... the pleasure after sucking blood." The captain cleared his throat.

Xing Mo suddenly realized that it was not a good thing to control the puppet's strings too tightly - some of her emotions could easily spread along the strings, causing the puppet to express corresponding emotions.

So, she took the initiative to disconnect some of the wires, causing the Imperial captain's expression to suddenly become stiff.

Anyway, he didn't seem like the type to have many facial expressions, and his face was dead, as if he had to sneak into other people's homes every day to eat children.

"You guys, come with me inside," the captain pointed to the soldier he had spoken to, "We need to search the cave further. There must be someone hiding."

"Captain, didn't you just order us to stay where we are? After all, our interrogation is over." The soldier had a strange look on his face.

Oh...time for the improvisation part again.

The captain cleared his throat and said:

"Is the interrogation over? You seem to be confident. So tell me, what conclusion have we reached?"

His expressionless face made the soldier tremble slightly, and he said quickly in fear:

"We... have determined the depth of the source... and the extraction method... and have obtained the machine's control key..."

Look, hasn’t he confessed everything?

The captain nodded and continued aggressively:

"So, do you think that His Excellency the Archon only needs us to do this little bit?"

"You...you didn't tell us the Archon's...further instructions..." the soldier said cautiously.

The captain cleared his throat and put on a dignified look:

"That's because it wasn't the right time! The sun was shining brightly, and the midday shadow enveloped us all! Now, follow me in, and I'll tell you the true purpose of our journey—but be careful, you are the lucky ones chosen by the Great Corona. This doesn't mean your fate is destined to reach the heights of the Hanging Gardens, but regardless, you should feel honored for it."

Xingmo once again used the unique secret book he learned from Miss Perlis: The Riddle of Chaos.

It's the kind of way of speaking that seems to say everything, but in fact only said a little, and then said nothing, but makes people inexplicably want to believe it.

Well...it can't be said that Miss Perlis spoke in riddles. She was very rigorous in the way she processed information, and she spoke in that way only to prevent Xingmo from being contaminated by super-standard knowledge.

But this way of handling things, used as a riddle to fool people, is simply a unique skill!

Sure enough, after Xing Mo finished this long string of riddles, the soldiers' eyes became confused.

They thought about it for a while and felt that what the captain wanted to do was indeed beneficial, so they nodded and said:

"Follow your orders!"

It's done! Xing Mo was delighted, and immediately manipulated the captain to turn around and enter the construction camp with the soldiers.

Walking down the steps, the sound of gushing spring water echoes repeatedly in the distance, like the chirping of cicadas.

Xingmo sensed where Elsie was - she was in a small cave on the side of the deep well, and her position had not moved.

Previously, the hostess of the camp had ordered Elsie not to enter the deep well area. Since she came here on her own initiative, it meant that she had something to do.

Perhaps, these were the instructions left by the mistress before she was captured by the "Ocean Archon".

Xingmo was eager to know what the information was - it should involve the secret of the "Great Sage".

"..."

Following the trapezoidal structure at the edge of the deep well, the captain led two team members towards the cave on the other side of the well.

On the way, several team members started chatting:

"It's such a shame that those scholars were killed directly..."

"Yes, I think she is quite pretty. According to military law, women should belong to us."

"No... that's military law aboard the Soul Returning Voice. In Singara, we should abide by the rules."

Xing Mo felt sick after hearing the conversation between the two soldiers. To be honest, she knew about the brutality of the "Ocean Archon", but she couldn't imagine that they would be so unethical.

It seems that this army does not deserve mercy... at least these two soldiers do not deserve it...

"Captain, what are your plans for tonight?" a soldier asked. "Are you going to Garo City to have some fun?"