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

"..."

Xingmo quickly floated towards the vortex of spiritual power and raised his wrist.

Then, she thrust the spiritual blade into the vortex—

"Buzzing—"

The vortex collapsed rapidly, turning into a small dot and gradually fading away.

Xingmo quickly turned in the spirit world and flew back in the direction he came from, while thrusting his hidden blade into the narrow gap again.

"Buzzing..."

In Elsie's vision, Dr. Jiedeti's body disappeared in a black and white light and shadow the moment she jumped off the cliff, and then returned to her in a few seconds.

It felt as if her body was quickly erased by an eraser and then redrawn by a skillfully crafted brush.

"It's settled," Xingmo walked to Elsie's side and turned around, "We should go."

"Eh?"

Elsie glanced at the core of the extractor and found no changes.

"Is it resolved...?"

Just as she was feeling somewhat puzzled, the pyramid-shaped core suddenly trembled.

Spiritual power is exhausted... Xing Mo thought, thrusting the hidden blade into the spirit world, turning it like unlocking a lock——

"Buzzing..."

She suddenly felt the surrounding "curse" power connected with herself. She could feel the black water flowing and the water droplets trembling.

Xing Mo swung his hidden sword again, and the next second, the black water near the core suddenly exploded -

"boom!"

Several cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the core, and black liquid filled with curses gushed out and dripped down.

The core, having lost its integrity, could no longer maintain its gravity and began to descend into the well. Its connection to the spirit world was severed, making it difficult for the remaining spiritual energy within it to complete its circulation, and it began to surge in all directions.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A deafening roar came from the bottom of the deep well, accompanied by a series of violent forces hitting the stone wall, and bits of gravel fell from above.

"Elsie, close your eyes."

Elsie only felt a hand on her shoulder, and the next second, a chaotic light and shadow of white and black rushed towards her.

"Buzzing..."

She immediately closed her eyes obediently, and her body flew quickly under the pull of a huge force.

......

A campsite above a deep well.

A dozen soldiers were standing by the deep well, overlooking the darkness below.

"Are you sure there was a noise just now?" a soldier frowned.

"I definitely heard it, there's no mistaking it," another soldier muttered. "Didn't the captain go down? Was this all his plan?"

At this time, the huge extraction machinery on one side of the deep well began to vibrate, as if a force was pulling it down.

"Is this normal?" The soldier pointed at the machine.

"No... that's not right," another soldier whispered, "The Archon's order is for us to take over this place and take the extracted items to the sea..."

Looking at the extractor that was shaking more and more frequently in front of him, the soldier seemed to realize something.

His pupils trembled slightly, but he didn't have the chance to shout out the truth.

The next second, a violent black stream of water erupted from the bottom of the well and instantly rushed into the sky hundreds of meters high!

"boom!"

The black river burst open in mid-air, rising into the sky like clouds and mist, looking as ferocious as a giant claw.

The soldiers at the wellhead lost their lives almost instantly - the black water turned into mist and spread out as if it had life, entangling, sucking them dry, and devouring them one by one.

In an instant, the camp was filled with a scene of disaster.

The hostages trapped in the prison van screamed when they saw this scene, but before they could shout for help, they found that the door of the prison van suddenly opened.

Without having time to wonder why the door suddenly opened, they rushed out of the prison van and ran for their lives towards the outside of the camp.

This was just the beginning of a turmoil. As the giant machine completely fell into the deep well, a second round of eruption followed.

"Boom!"

The earth was shaken and cracked, and black liquid gushed out from the cracks, turning into steaming clouds the moment it came into contact with the sunlight.

Distorted faces emerged from the mist, screaming at the soldiers still in the camp.

——That was the "Song of Death".

The evil god's followers tore open a passage through the pollution that overflowed to the surface and came to the real world.

The soldiers raised their steam muskets and fired at the evil creatures, but the rain of bullets was instantly swallowed up by the black fog.

They kept pushing the front line back, but facing the "Song of Death", how could ordinary people resist?

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The black fog instantly penetrated the front line, and screams rang out one after another, accompanied by the twisting sound of flesh being torn.

Ahmed's soldiers fled within ten minutes of the well erupting.

At this time, the black spring erupted to the highest point, almost reaching the clouds.

At this altitude, the entire eastern area of ​​New Garo can observe it.

At this time, the residents on the street stopped and pointed at the black spring that was rushing straight into the clouds.

"what is that?"

"Oh... the great Yi..."

"...Sun..."

"..."

On a cliff far away from the camp, Xingmo emerged from the spirit world with Elsie.

After landing, Xing Mo looked up into the distance and saw the small figure standing beside the cliff.

"Wait for me here." She patted Elsie's shoulder and walked towards Aurora.

Hearing Xingmo approaching, Aurora didn't turn around, but just spoke lightly:

"See, that's the foundation of their enterprise, a giant sacrificial game."

Aurora pointed to the spring in the distance, which almost reached the sky.

Xingmo stopped beside Aurora and looked at the camp in the distance with her.

From this distance, she could only see groups of "Death Songs" cruising above the camp, occasionally diving towards the ground.

Apparently, Ahmed had not considered the possibility of the spring getting out of control, so the army he sent to the camp did not include high-level string players.

But even if he had a "Saint"-level wizard here, it would not be so easy to expel the hordes of "Song of Death".

"I saved every innocent person I could along the way," Xingmo said, "but I'm afraid they can't get far. The scale of the 'Song of Death' is growing."

"Even if they died, it was their own fault," Aurora said in an emotionless voice. "Little Saint, why do you think Ahmed wants to control the curse of the deep well?"

There was no need for Aurora to say more, Xingmo could guess Ahmed's intention.

They chose to seize the camp just before the "Divine Chosen Council" was convened, and sent soldiers to control the extractor. There was only one possibility -

——He wanted to weaponize those curses and unleash them on the battlefield.

The Empire's army had already done something similar, and now Ahmed intended to go further.

The curse in that underground river is the most intense and purest.

It simply penetrated the ground and directly opened a channel for the followers of the "Invisible Mist" to come to reality.

Aurora pointed at the Death Songs and whispered:

"Think about it, what would happen if those things appeared over the Citadel again?"

"Forget it, Aurora," Xingmo shook her head. "Those soldiers have paid the price, but many people in New Galo City are innocent."

Aurora smiled and shook her head.

"Little Saint, you are very kind, but actually this is wrong."

"The citizens of New Garo enjoy the economic benefits the Empire gained through the Faroese War, the increasingly fertile land resulting from the Empire's expansion, and the royal cities and oases left behind by the Garo people."

"If everything they enjoy is blood, then whose blood do you think it is?"

Xingmo was silent.

She stared at the hellish scene in the distance for a while, and finally shook her head:

"Aurora, we are different from them."

"..."

Aurora raised her head, her blood-red eyes staring at Xingmo, with an elusive light flickering in them.

But soon, she showed a bright smile:

"Well, I'm not a big bad guy, right? The main thing is that I also hate the 'Invisible Mist', so I'll just reluctantly help organize it~"

"Aurora..." Xingmo chuckled.

"Hmph~ Just for your sake."

Aurora raised her head and opened her arms, and tree-shaped stars gradually appeared in her blood-red eyes.

But before she could exert any strength, suddenly, there was an explosion in the distant sky——

"boom!"

Something broke the sound barrier and flew quickly from the city of Garo!

Xing Mo looked closely and saw a figure flying at high speed in the blazing flames. The violent flames were burning all around him, making him look like a meteor streaking across the sky.

That is the Supreme Praise.

"Looks like we don't need to do anything." Aurora retracted her strength and looked up at the sky.

Above the camp, the "Supreme Praiser" popped out from its acceleration and hung under the black clouds.

The simple robe fluttered in the strong wind, surrounded by sparks and flame-shaped feathers of light.

Gazing at the grand spectacle of the camp, the Supreme Praiser stretched out his hand and uttered an incomprehensible whisper.

The next second, flowing flames spread out from his palm in all directions like lava, quickly sketching in the air, and finally turned into a huge string magic array.

"Buzzing—"

Golden light flowed rapidly inside the string formation, as if countless carving knives were carving on the space, leaving behind melted marks.

The moment the carving was completed, the space within the string magic array cracked like a piece of broken glass.

Then, a golden sun emerged from behind the crack.

"Zizzizi——"

The blindingly hot golden light instantly engulfed the entire camp, including the deep well gushing into the sky!

The close scorching heat from the sun instantly transformed those "Songs of Death" into pure spiritual residue. They were unable to even leave behind the slightest sound before turning into nothingness.

Those soldiers who had not yet escaped from the camp naturally had no way to survive, but the good thing was that at least they would not feel pain.

"..."

Not far from the camp, most of the fleeing scholars were forced to turn back because of the sudden spiritual pressure.

That's right, if they turned back now, the spiritual pressure from looking directly at the sun at close range would destroy them instantly.