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

　"Who can I ask for help?"

　"It's Arya. She's very good at walking in the shadows. As a dark elf, her speed is much faster than yours in the spirit world."

　"Eh? Alia?" Xing Mo frowned slightly. "Isn't she helping us guard the high-level alchemy workshop?"

　"That's what I'm going to tell you next."

　Aurora blinked mysteriously.

　"Aliya just told us... Winter's ribs have been deconstructed~"

　The door of the high-level alchemy workshop was opened, and a whistling airflow gushed out, accompanied by pure spiritual power.

　Such a pure wave of spiritual power is obviously the aftermath of the deconstruction of the extraordinary raw materials.

　When Xingmo trotted into the laboratory, Alia and Bianca were guarding the door:

　"Lady Saint," Alia bowed slightly, "My mission is complete."

　"great!"

　Xingmo rubbed Alia and Bianca's heads, then rushed to the side of the experimental table and looked at the test table on the side of the extraordinary deconstruction machine.

　A test bottle overflowing with blue light is quietly suspended in the air, with snowflake-shaped light repeatedly emanating and converging from it, as pure as a beam of bright morning light on a winter morning.

　Xingmo carefully reached out, grasped the bottle, and took it off the test bench.

　The bottle was very light, as light as a snowflake, but the spiritual power contained in it formed a spiritual pressure that made the surrounding space tremble slightly.

　"Congratulations," Aurora said from behind, "Human technology narrowly defeated the angel's bones!"

　"It's one day earlier than expected... or two days?" Xing Mo murmured, "Why is that..."

　She suddenly thought of something, closed her eyes, felt the flow of spiritual power, and soon got the answer -

　——The speed of the spiritual energy flow in the spiritual world has increased again.

　When Xing Mo arrived in New Galo, the spiritual power had already moved towards the Eru Desert, but it was not so fast at that time.

　Now, it has become at least twice as fast, and the string array on the extraordinary deconstruction machine is highly dependent on the flow of natural spiritual power.

　It seems... whatever the Great Sage is doing deep in the desert, the progress of that matter is accelerating rapidly.

　"There really is no time to lose..." Xingmo muttered.

　She turned, walked to the refining table, and opened the lid of the crucible.

　The fragrance of dew and herbs spreads, accompanied by a fragrance that brings spiritual joy.

　The crucible has been heated these days by the heat generated by the operation of the extraordinary deconstruction machine, keeping the spirituality of this cauldron of auxiliary materials active.

　Xingmo took out his wand and gently tapped the edge of the crucible twice to infuse spiritual power into it.

　Then, she poured all the liquid in the experimental bottle that was shimmering with blue light into the crucible—

　"Zizzi-"

　For a moment, it was as if a giant beast roared, and a vortex of spiritual power surged out from the crucible, suddenly distorting the space in front of Xingmo's eyes.

　It's like a stone dropped into the water.

　Amidst the twisted ripples, deep black accompanied by a frosty blue hue spewed out from the pot, instantly drowning Xingmo's vision.

　In the endless light and shadow, it seemed as if snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the gloomy sky was looming in front of my eyes.

　In the gaps between the snowflakes, Xing Mo saw a six-winged figure that covered the sky and the sun...

　Icicles as tall as mountains hung from His wings, arranged in rows like groups of stalactites, sparkling with light like diamonds.

　When the figure spread its wings, rows of mountains rose from the ground, imprisoning everything in the far north.

　And behind the mountain, another majestic figure slowly rose, its six wings spread out like daylight...

　"!"

　Xing Mo exhaled suddenly, and his eyes suddenly became clear again.

　Before her eyes, the extraordinary overflow that gushed out of the crucible quickly shrank and returned to the inside of the crucible.

　The shining lights changed colors repeatedly, and finally settled on ice blue.

　The semi-divine elixir has been refined.

　"Wow, that was pretty just now," Aurora said, suddenly noticing that Xingmo's expression was off. "Eh? Little Saint, did you see anything?"

　Xing Mo lowered his head, rubbed his temples gently, and murmured:

　"I saw... the mountains where winter forged Mortiheim..."

　"It turns out that it was He who forged the Caradorans Mountains..."

　"And...behind that mountain range...I seemed to see a projection of an angel shining with white light..."

　"Two angels?" Aurora tilted her head. "Are they going to fight?"

　"Look at their confrontation... yes..." Xing Mo whispered, "but why..."

　Xingmo recalled the new discovery made by Mr. Luffy's expedition team in Mortiheim a few days ago: an angel-level being escaped from the tomb of the Winter Messenger.

　She couldn't help but associate the two things together: an angel poking his head out from the other side of the mountain, standing in opposition to winter.

　Are there conflicts among angels? Aren't they all servants of the Goddess?

　If there is a conflict between them, why?

　The Winter Messenger has been confirmed dead. If the angel who escaped from the Tomb of the Gods during the Advent of the Evil God of Mortiheim was the one who opposed the Winter Messenger...

　...Does that mean that He is somewhere in this world right now, planning to complete what was left unfinished?

　There's no point in thinking so much now... Xingmo thought so, raised his wand, and pulled the liquid in the crucible into the air.

　She produced a bottle with an inscription on it, lifted it up, and directed the liquid in the crucible to the bottle's opening.

　An entire crucible of liquid was sucked into this specially made inscribed bottle. It seemed that the space inside was much larger than its appearance, or that the potion itself was compressed the moment it entered the bottle.

　"Anyway, another matter has been resolved without incident..."

　Xingmo exhaled:

　"The preparation of the demigod elixir went more smoothly than expected."

　"With our reliable little Alia watching over us, nothing can go wrong~" Aurora said, giving Xingmo a mischievous smile.

　"Then let's focus on killing that big fish!"

Chapter 221 Stranded Fish (Part 7) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　The academic city of Academi.

　Snowflakes are falling and the north wind is blowing.

　The cold wave from Mortiheim finally reached the Citadel. The breath that was said to come from the remains of the Dark Moon Dragon Orbusgula came with a blizzard, turning into white roofs and condensing into icicles under the eaves.

　By the fireplace in the Pushet family mansion, Alice received her travel-weary junior.

　"Phew, thank you for the mulled wine, Senior." Dawn stretched, "It's so comfortable here, just like home."

　Across from him, Alice was sitting with her legs crossed, looking quite casual.

　"Don't treat this place as your home. You are here to report."

　"Oh yes, report."

　Dawn put down the cup, then took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Alice.

　Alice picked up the document, opened it, and frowned slightly.

　"...During the Mortiheim Evil God's Advent incident, another angel-level figure was observed breaking through the God's Tomb?"

　"That's right, the Xinghai Church just released some news," Dawn exhaled, "In addition to the currently known angel of disaster, there is another angel."

　"When He broke through, He destroyed the structure of the spiritual world. All the spiritual worlds He passed through were in a state of spatial shattering."

　"Then can we trace its path?" Alice lowered her legs. "If the fragmented structure of space during its passage through the spirit world can be traced, we should be able to find it."

　Dawn shook his head:

　"Unfortunately, He seemed to realize that He might be tracked, so He jumped out of the spiritual world early."

　"This seems to indicate that He still possesses His full wisdom."

　"This is terrible..." Alice muttered.

　There are not many clear records of the existence of the Angelic Order in history.

　Apart from the holy angels under the command of the Star Sea Goddess, there are only a few of various ethnic groups who are clearly recorded as angels, and they have long since fallen.

　After the Age of Gods, there is no sky on earth

　Yes, this is the consensus.

　However, the Mortiheim Evil God's Advent event is in a very delicate geographical location:

　As a restricted area for human civilization, few human explorers have ever set foot in Mortiheim. Most of the brave warriors who tried to cross the Caradorans Ridge never returned, and few people would risk their lives for such an undertaking.

　In that permafrost, countless mythical creatures sleep, waiting for the day to wake up.

　Alice had no idea whether there were angels among them.

　"Those guys in history and myth...seem unlikely to wake up at this point in time..." Alice whispered.

　"I personally have some ideas," Dawn pushed up his glasses. "The archaeological team that discovered the angel's traces first discovered the starting point of the footprints in the temple of the Winter Messenger. This means that the angel is related to the Winter Messenger in some way."

　"It's related to the Winter Messenger... I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to find information about it." Alice shook her head.

　There are few clear records of the relationship between the Goddess's holy angels.

　The authority they hold is accurately recorded, but no one knows whether God has social interactions or loves or hates.

　There are quite a few fairy tales that portray these gods, but they are not rigorous and are generally considered to be secondary creations of the folk.

　"Well, at least we can first rule out the possibility that it was the Winter Envoy." Dawn smiled and shook his head.

　The academics already knew about the information about Winter's death, and bell guardians like Dawn were also worthy enough to bear such information pollution.

　"I do have a guess." Alice lowered her head and pursed her lips slightly.

　She struggled for a moment, then finally raised her head and said:

　"Winter died in his own kingdom. This is the information provided by our field agents."

　"So, could it be that the being that rushed out of His grave was the one who... killed the Winter Messenger?"

　Dawn felt a chill down his spine when he heard these words. The wind and snow outside the window seemed to penetrate through the window at that moment, making him feel unbearable.

　"Senior, this sounds too scary..." Dawn muttered.

　“Some truths are scary, but it’s time to face them,” Alice breathed out.

　Dawn calmed down and smiled bitterly:

　"Fortunately, we didn't let Zhuang Die and Mo Ran come with us. One of them is a follower of the Winter Angel, and the other is a follower of the Sun Angel. If they heard us say this, they would probably be scared to death on the spot."

　They really did choose two accurate gods to worship... Alice muttered to herself, then replied:

　"By the way, I've never asked, are those two the juniors the principal assigned to you?"

　"Well, sort of. Two incredibly talented guys, barely reaching the fifth string," Dawn sighed. "To be honest, they're not exactly the most worry-free juniors."

　"I felt the same way when I first took you in." Alice smiled.

　"No, no, senior sister, let's be honest. I'm obedient after all, right? I'll do whatever you say. The most I can do is that I can't play the five-string music at first..."

　Dawn waved his hand:

　"And those two guys... they were just reckless."

　"A reckless man?" Alice frowned slightly.

　Dawn nodded heavily:

　"Yes, you haven't seen the first time I took them on a mission. At that time, a village in Academi was invaded by cultists. They kidnapped several villagers and demanded that we deliver extraordinary materials to them before releasing them."

　"The church had already approved the materials and was preparing to ensure the safety of the hostages first before encircling them. Everything was prioritized for safety."

　"This is the normal procedure," Alice nodded. "And then?"

　"And then?" Dawn smiled bitterly. "When they gave the materials to the cultist, the cultist said, 'Your goddess is such a waste! She raised a bunch of useless dogs like you.'"