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

　"It's just a provocation. Isn't that normal?" Alice was puzzled. "So?"

　"Mo Ran rushed in with his wand in hand, and unleashed the first marked five-string spell, an unprecedented feat," Dawn said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "And Zhuang Die? He was shouting encouragement from behind."

　Alice: ""

　Oh my god...

　"Is the hostage okay?" Alice asked hurriedly.

　"If anything had happened, my job would have been lost," Dawn sighed. "The hostages were nearly struck by his lightning. Luckily, I pulled the poor family of three out in time, and then we helped them take out those cultists."

　"Mo Ran dragged that cultist and beat him for half an hour. I was busy calming the hostages and couldn't stop him. Now that I think about it, I was really flustered..."

　"This will definitely lead to punishment," Alice sighed. "Disobeying orders from a superior, eh?"

　"It's okay. It was my first time seeing them, and out of a sense of justice, I didn't say much." Dawn smiled and waved his hand.

　"Isn't this indulgence?" Alice warned.

　"Well, they've become much more obedient since then, but they still need to grow up," Dawn shook her head. "After all, they're just kids with a strong sense of justice. Why should we be so harsh on them?"

　Alice wanted to say a few more words. After all, she did not agree with this kind of behavior of acting without scruples in the heat of the moment.

　But when I think about my investigation into the Decep family over the past few months,

　She decided not to say anything again.

　Sometimes, people really need to turn themselves into brainless, hot-blooded idiots in order to gain a little bit of motivation.

　"Keep watching out for the Decep family for me, okay?"

　Alice finished speaking, picked up the mulled wine, and raised her glass slightly to Dawn.

　Before the God's Chosen Conference, Xingmo spent a few relatively leisurely days.

　During the day, she travels to the slums around the city, searching for any remnants of the curse within the city while assisting Aurora in her missionary work.

　In the evening, she went home to recuperate and study the structural drawings of the Hanging Gardens.

　From the architect Isis Elbella, Xingmo obtained the design drawings of the Sky Garden before and after the renovation, and began to have a preliminary understanding of this huge structure.

　The structure of the entire sky garden is roughly distributed in three layers: from the bottom "base layer", to the "middle layer" where various administrative agencies are stationed, to the "upper layer" where various high-ranking officials and dignitaries live.

　Then, there is the throne level located at the top of the garden.

　Currently, the Archon of the Ocean is hiding in the "upper level", staying indoors, waiting for the God's Chosen Meeting to begin.

　If they wanted to assassinate him, they could only do it at the God's Chosen Meeting.

　After studying the garden structure, Xingmo roughly planned an unexpected retreat route and a specific plan for the Ocean Archon after the assassination.

　So far, Xingmo's understanding of the Ocean Archon is relatively sufficient:

　He is brutal by nature and has a strong sense of self-esteem, but he is also smart enough not to act irrationally out of passion, and his style of doing things is unscrupulous.

　As for his string resonance level, based on his performance in the Eye of the Storm incident, Xingmo believes that it is at most five or six strings, with the greater possibility being five strings.

　If it was a head-on battle, Xing Mo would undoubtedly crush him in terms of strength.

　But the problem is that this assassination was not a head-on battle, but a battle of wits.

　Even though Ahmed Tut only had five strings, he was one of the Golden People who had fought for more than a hundred years.

　In terms of combat experience and wisdom, Xing Mo would not be so arrogant as to think that he could crush him.

　Although the current situation is completely unfavorable to Ahmed, Xingmo does not intend to underestimate this enemy.

　A flawless assassination is a tribute to him.

　""

　In the past few days, Mr. Luffy further deciphered the poems and ballads provided to him by Xingmo, but there was no qualitative progress.

　Several key notes do not exist in Luffy's current record of the Sand Song syllables, thus hindering decipherment.

　The clue ends here.

　Xing Mo estimated that those mysterious notes could only be known through other means.

　Since the Song of Sand is the authority that the Golden King brought out from the tomb of the gods, perhaps the only place that can obtain its complete information is the Sunrise Land.

　The prerequisite for knowing all this is that Xingmo can find the key to open the Sunrise Land.

　To this day, the Sand Song pollution that the Golden King ordered to be spread in the Citadel remains a mystery. The confusing truth is like the dark clouds hanging over the Citadel, and a rainstorm may fall at any time.

　The good thing is that everything is now converging towards one point, and all the mysteries are about to be revealed.

　The day of the divine election meeting.

　Crowds of people gathered on the streets of the outer city, gazing at the walls surrounding the city.

　Above the ringed city, symbols like burning fire seeped out from the walls, forming a sun totem symbolizing Machiavelli's empire.

　Beneath the burning totem, priests erected platforms on the street, blessing the pilgrims walking with incense and shouting the name of the sun.

　"Gululu..."

　Isis Elbella looked out the window of the camel cart at the crowd on the street, a faint blue light flowing through the mechanical patterns in her pupils.

　She stretched out her hand carefully, and her puppet-like mechanical hand reached out of the window and caught the rays of flowing sunlight.

　Through the gaps in the sunlight, she saw the streets she had not set foot on for a long time.

　Does the street still remember her poetry?

　""

　Isis withdrew her hand, closed her eyes, and soothed her steam core, which began to run rapidly.

　At this moment, the camel cart was heading towards the ring road, and its speeding speed looked like a beam of gold under the sunlight.

　""

　On the side of the street, Xing Mo, wearing a white coat and with his hands in his pockets, watched the camel cart pass through the checkpoint around the city. His emerald green eyes were like jade, full of tranquility.

　She turned around and patted the shoulder of Aurora, who was teaching the children "Long Live the Tree of Life."

　"Little ancestor, it's about to begin."

　"Don't worry," Aurora's voice rang out in Xingmo's mind. "We can sense the curse in her body. She's passing through the ring city and heading towards the garden..."

　""

　Sky Garden.

　Ahmed Tut stood on the edge of the terrace, overlooking the bustling street and the camel carts heading towards the garden.

　He grasped the railing with his armored hands, the sunlight reflected in his eyes, gradually outlining his determination.

　In front of us is an oasis, and at the end of the oasis is the sea.

　Walk from the depths of the desert to the oasis, and then jump from the edge of the oasis to the sea.

　Ahmed can no longer remember the first time he saw the sea

　He only remembered the discomfort when his knees were immersed in the sea water for the first time - the wind and sand of the Erulu Desert left too many scars on his body, like the growth rings of a tree. Those wounds stung when they came into contact with the sea water, but reminded him of the reality in front of him.

　The flowing sea water, like the flowing years, passed by him truly and vividly.

　Trees cannot grow under the sea, but on the other side of the sea, there is a fertile land.

　That land is far more suitable for growing trees than the desert, but it is occupied by believers of false gods.

　Ahmed firmly believed in the logic of civilization and also firmly believed that the extraordinary was a curse from heaven.

　This curse caused the Golden People, God's chosen ones, to wander in the wind and sand for thousands of years. Their blood flowed into the sand and merged into the cursed river underground.

　Ahmed had no idea where the river ended.

　He only knew that if he wanted to get rid of the curse that would forever linger in his blood, the first step was to take revenge on the creator of the suffering.

　"The White Tower will go up in flames."

　Ahmed muttered softly as the bars in the iron claws melted by the high temperature and exploded into molten iron.

　He shook off the molten iron, turned around and walked towards the garden.

　Behind him, the streets and alleys of Singara were filled with the scent of incense, and the priests' prayers and blessings echoed vaguely in the sky above this ancient city, blurring the outline of the sun.

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Chapter 222 Stranded Fish (Part 8) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　The familiar long steps reveal an inexplicable sense of alienation.

　Isis felt like she had walked this road before, but it seemed like it was in a previous life.

　Numbly, she followed the soldiers up the layers of stairs, going higher and higher.

　The Hanging Garden, a place that felt both strange and familiar to her.

　"Miss Isis..."

　"Isis?"

　Isis suddenly came to her senses and found that the peace-loving God-chosen Minister Zarun was standing beside her, looking at her with concern.

　"I'm fine," Isis said, slowing down the steam core. "I was just distracted."

　It was the same the last time she returned to the Sky Garden. The familiar yet unfamiliar feeling beat against her ears like waves, splashing the water of memories.

　Zarun smiled kindly:

　"Don't worry. Although the pacifist faction's influence in the garden has always been restricted, with the Emperor currently in seclusion, our power has increased."

　"Under the circumstances, there will be no problem in protecting your safety at the Divine Chosen Meeting."

　"Thank you very much," Isis bowed slightly in greeting, "Thank you for your contribution to peace."

　"No need to thank me, I'm doing this purely for myself," Zaruen said with a wry smile. "War isn't very kind to my...interests. My motives aren't pure."

　He spoke his mind sincerely.

　"But no matter what, we are saving more lives," Isis nodded slightly. "Thank you, city."

　Zarun waved his hand and turned to look at the golden arch beside him:

　"Okay, it's time. We should go in."

　Isis then looked up and carefully observed the door in front of her: it was a golden U-shaped arch carved from pure gold, inverted to the ground, and the door frame was flashing with chaotic runes.

　The inside of the door frame was faintly permeated with golden light, and tiny flames flickered in the door frame, one after another.

　This is a holy object called the Gate of Flame.

　Its function is very simple - the vast space behind it with it as the entrance will be blocked, and no one from the real world or the spiritual world can enter.

　The only way to enter this space is through this door.

　This door usually has very strict restrictions, such as the door in front of Isis, which has the restriction of "God's Chosen Badge".

　Isis and Zarun raised their God-chosen badges at the same time. In an instant, the flames in the Gate of Flame seemed to be gathered and quickly converged on the badges.

　The light of the flame outlined the logo on the badge, and the flickering golden light spread along the bodies of the two people, licking their figures like wildfire.

　After being given the appropriate traits, the two stepped through the Flame Gate and arrived at the high terrace high above the garden.

　The golden flames briefly obscured the view when they passed through the door, but as the flames dissipated, a sky full of flying flowers came into view.

　"!"

　Lush green trees, flying peach petals, and the gentle breeze blowing from the sky.

　All of this unfolded before Isis's eyes like a rolling scroll.

　The venue for the divine election meeting was not a solemn courtroom, but a garden-like backyard.

　Isis looked ahead and saw a sparkling lake in the center of the high-altitude terrace. Peach-colored petals fell on the water and moved with the waves.

　In the center of the lake, an ancient pavilion floats on an isolated island above the water.

　Directly below the isolated island is a stalagmite-like structure, with patterns carved on its surface that appear disordered but hold hidden secrets.

　A stone bridge carved from white marble spans the lake, becoming the only path to the island in the lake.

　"Let's go." Isis withdrew her gaze and moved forward.

　She walked through the flying petals, stepped onto the marble bridge, and headed towards the pavilion in the lake.