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

　Xing Mo knew that this was Ahmed's royal guard, the most powerful group, and there might be several saints among them.

　If it weren't for the restraint of the military emblem on their bodies, they would have torn Xingmo, a seemingly very tender lamb, into pieces long ago.

　Xing Mo took a deep breath, tried his best to appear nervous, and then followed the messenger forward.

　"Before passing through the Gate of Flame, please make sure again that you carry no malicious intent." The messenger reminded.

　"Sure." Xing Mo nodded.

　Xingmo had already heard about the effects of the Flame Gate from Aurora, and knew that the only thing it couldn't recognize was a curse.

　The Supreme Praiser might never have imagined that the curse, which he thought he had easy control over, was now being firmly grasped by Xing Mo.

　""

　The messenger held up a badge, and the flames from the Flame Gate suddenly surged out, outlining the badge.

　The flowing flames gradually soaked the body of the messenger, and then gradually climbed up Xingmo's body, but it was not hot.

　Xingmo felt the flames flowing on her body nervously. She knew that the flames were searching for any possible malicious intent and trying to eliminate it.

　If she were discovered here, things would become... a little troublesome.

　""

　After a few seconds, the messenger nodded:

　"We can go."

　Xing Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then followed the messenger through the flaming door.

　As expected, the door could not recognize the power of the curse.

　However, Xingmo estimated that even if it could recognize the curse, it would not be able to recognize the weapon reshaped by Miss Perlis.

　This weapon, reshaped by the authority called Engraving Ink, seems to have very strange properties, and its weight may be far greater than that of ordinary holy objects.

　They are obviously made from the remains of angels, but they will not reveal too much spiritual pressure at will, so as not to be discovered by some mystical detection system within a radius of a hundred miles.

　Well, it's always better to be cautious.

　Xingmo did not bring the Spine of Saint Auros out of caution.

　Only by reducing uncontrollable factors to a minimum can we achieve our goals with the greatest possibility.

　""

　After passing through the Flame Gate, Xingmo came to a long corridor.

　The decoration of the corridor is also exotic, with sandstone-textured portraits carved on the walls, solemn and exquisite.

　Soldiers were lined up on both sides of the corridor. They were also wearing full body armor, their eyes fixed on Xingmo.

　Fortunately, we didn't force our way into the garden... otherwise it would be difficult to do it secretly... Xingmo muttered.

　No matter how stealthy an assassin is, it is impossible for him to pass through a corridor full of soldiers.

　It has to be said that although the trick of passing the curse to Ahmed through Miss Isis was not so glorious, it was effective enough.

　Xingmo thought so, and followed the messenger through the corridor and came to Ahmed's door.

　At the door, a sage-looking man handed Xingmo a magic wand, nodded, and then opened the door for her.

　When Xing Mo walked into the room, she was greeted by the aroma of ancient incense. The entire room was shrouded in a hazy veil, as mysterious as a dancer wearing a veil.

　And in the mist of incense, Ahmed was lying on a bed with his eyes closed.

　He has been captured by the nightmare.

　"Is it convenient for me to go out?" Xing Mo asked the man who looked like an adjutant. "The treatment process needs to be as quiet as possible."

　"We will always be by your side, Lord Governor." The adjutant looked directly at Xing Mo.

　He is really loyal. I guess there is no way to get rid of him...

　"Okay." Xing Mo nodded helplessly.

　The next second, she snapped her fingers and the green light flashed rapidly.

　In an instant, the scent of incense in the room became stronger, almost obscuring the entire outline of the room.

　At the same time, the adjutant and the sage's expressions suddenly became blurred, and green light quickly flashed across the surface of their pupils.

　They were implanted in the dream provided by Aurora.

　In that dream, they witnessed Dr. Jaideti treating Ahmed through standard medical methods, and the general...

　...successfully recovered to a healthy state.

　As for how Xingmo is going to make Ahmed healthy?

　It's very simple, that is to corrupt him and turn him into a puppet.

　Ever since hearing about the three-level division of the Sky Garden, Xing Mo had a plan in his mind: that is to obtain a vest that can walk on the upper level of the garden.

　There is no doubt that most of the secrets of Machiavelli's empire are hidden in the upper level of the garden, the area second only to the top of the garden.

　Among them, of course, is the Golden King’s study.

　According to Mr. Luffy, the lock that sealed the Sunrise Land was set by the Golden King, and he also hid the key.

　No matter where the key is, there must be relevant clues in the Golden King's study.

　Maybe it's in the study.

　In this case, obtaining an identity that allows access to high-level positions is the best way to infiltrate.

　It's too difficult to get in with your existing identity, so just create one.

　And the ready-made puppet is right before your eyes.

　""

　Xingmo looked at Ahmed, who was in pain, and his face, which was as hard as steel in the wind and sand.

　She is not numb to the fact of taking other people's lives, and she still feels a slight sense of guilt every time she does it.

　But for a demon about to spread death throughout the Citadel...

　For a madman who kills innocent people...

　For a bloodthirsty beast...

　Xingmo regarded this as their final redemption.

　"The original Yi has fallen, and there is no way to forgive you."

　"The goddess never watches over the earth, nor will she redeem you."

　With a turn of his wrist, the sharp blade of Saint Nero's Rib tore through the shadow, making a crisp sound as the sleeve blade was unsheathed.

　Xingmo raised his wrist and pointed it at Ahmed's heart:

　"You worship disaster, so the only thing that will take you away is disaster."

　"Listen carefully, the name of the Angel of Disaster."

　"bass--"

　With a flash of the sharp edge, Xingmo stabbed the hidden blade into Ahmed's chest.

　The sharp blade, shining with black light, pierced through Ahmed's breastplate like cutting tofu and went straight into his chest.

　The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, and black mist poured out of his pupils and mouth.

　Buzz buzz buzz—"

　The black mist mixed with the incense and instantly filled the entire room.

　An illusory projection gradually emerged from the black fog - it was Ahmed's nightmare.

　The remaining spirit of Ahmed seemed to want to resist!

　For this, he even accepted the nightmare that tried to kill him!

　"Come on then," Xing Mo murmured, looking at the phantoms that kept flickering in the black fog, "Let me see what else the Golden People can do."

Chapter 226 Stranded Fish (Part 12) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　The overwhelming black fog gradually took shape.

　At some point, Ahmed had disappeared from Xingmo's sight.

　He seemed to melt into the black mist, turning into some kind of fluid substance, faintly lingering around the star foam in all directions.

　Xingmo raised his hand, held the hidden blade across his body, and looked around vigilantly.

　Since Ahmed has accepted the nightmare and is ready to fight to the death, he will definitely not be eliminated so easily.

　It must be said that although this Ocean Archon always looked like a paper tiger, he was quite tough before the end of his life.

　""

　Just as Xingmo became increasingly alert, Aurora's voice suddenly came to her mind:

　"Hey, why are you so nervous?"

　She turned her head and saw a figure with white hair and red eyes quickly solidifying beside her.

　—Aurora makes a stunning appearance.

　"We have to be vigilant, right? What if Ahmed has some trump card?" Xing Mo muttered.

　"What killing hand or mace?" Aurora said in a cheerful tone, "Is this a dream? What is a dream? Our backyard?"

　Oh, yes.

　Xingmo put down his hidden blade and sighed softly.

　Ahmed drags Xingmo into a dream, thinking he can launch a final counterattack.

　However, what he could not have imagined was that the person who came to assassinate him was the servant of the Lord of Dreams.

　In dreams, no power can surpass Aurora.

　Not to mention that the nightmare that Ahmed accepted was itself a product of Aurora's dream power.

　"So, he's sacrificing himself to you?" Xing Mo muttered softly.

　"I don't want a sacrifice either. Who wants a dirty, crazy weirdo like that?" Aurora muttered, then smiled. "As for sacrifices, I prefer a sweet and soft girl. How about you?"

　"Xingmo rubbed Aurora's little head perfunctorily, then turned around and looked at the darkness in the distance.

　"Since he has pulled us into his dream, let's see what he wants to do," Xing Mo said.

　"Okay, let's play some fun." Aurora smiled.

　Gradually, the solidified darkness began to take shape, with winding outlines outlined one by one, turning into layers of curves.

　The sea of ​​sand appeared before our eyes.

　The darkness was torn apart, and golden sunlight shone on the sea of ​​sand, as if a god was casting his gaze from the sky.

　Xing Mo found herself in a camp in the desert. It looked like a slave owner's trading base. Rows of iron cages were lined up on the side of the camp, containing slaves bound in shackles.

　All of those slaves had pure bronze skin, most of their eyes were very fierce, and the muscles on their bodies were as clear as rocks.

　In the center of the camp, a man was crawling on the ground with difficulty.

　He looked almost dead, his back was torn and bloody, covered in sand, and part of it looked festering.

　Beside him, two merchants in white robes were chatting and laughing, one of them holding a whip in his hand:

　"Climb, Ahmed! You're a Hercules, aren't you? You lowly bastard."

　As the slave master spoke, he swung the whip violently, hitting Ahmed on the back, leaving a new bloody mark.

　Ahmed could hardly speak as he crawled with difficulty. Not far away, a small bowl was exposed to the scorching sun, and the water inside was almost empty.

　"See, I told you my slaves are all very strong and resilient, right?" the slave owner said to the merchant beside him with a flattering smile. "They're very resilient. No matter how hard you hit them, they won't die."

　"What an animalistic race they are," the merchant said, looking disdainfully at the slaves crawling on the ground. "May the goddess bless their pitiful souls."

　"Would your goddess protect such an animal?" the slave owner said jokingly.

　"No, I don't think so." The businessman couldn't help laughing.

　"Hahahahahaha!"