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

　Ahmed seemed not to hear their words. He crawled on the ground, dragging his shackles, and crawled towards the bowl of water bit by bit.

　Just as he was about to crawl to the edge of the bowl of water, the slave owner whipped him and knocked the bowl over.

　"You bastard, don't you believe in your sun? Give me some sunlight to drink!" the slave owner laughed.

　"Hahahahahahahaha!" The businessmen laughed together.

　Seeing the water bowl overturned, Ahmed pounced on it and licked the wet sand with his tongue.

　He swallowed the sand into his mouth and sucked it hard, trying to suck as much water as possible into his mouth.

　"What a lowly creature!" the merchant rolled up his whip and spat. "You've bought all the animals here?"

　"The construction of the Kingdom of Messina requires further assistance," the merchant smiled. "The Supreme Goddess of the Sea of ​​Stars chants Her will, hoping that we can usher in great harmony as soon as possible."

　The businessman took out his pockets full of gold

　He handed the cloth bag to the slave owner and the two hugged each other.

　At their feet, Ahmed was desperately trying to absorb water.

　"Okay, here are the keys," the slave owner took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "I hope we can have a happy cooperation..."

　At this moment, a sharp arrow flew from the sky and hit the slave owner's heart.

　A flash of fear flashed across his eyes, and then he fell to the ground and died.

　The merchant turned around in horror and found that countless figures in yellow robes were rising from the sand dunes. The withered bodies under the yellow robes looked like evil spirits crawling out of a grave.

　"Guards!" the merchant yelled. "Stop them!"

　Soldiers in full body armor formed a battle line and blocked the border of the camp.

　Faced with the fully armed soldiers, the men in yellow robes showed no fear at all.

　They were carrying tattered weapons, but they unleashed a momentum like a sandstorm.

　The Messinian guards from the other side of abundance had never seen such a scene. They had only ever fought in wealthy wars and were equipped with the best equipment.

　But when faced with those golden people who were as frantic as evil spirits, their hands trembled subconsciously.

　Within a few minutes, an evil ghost in a yellow robe broke through the battle line and entered the camp.

　"Protect me! Protect me!" the merchant shouted. "Goddess... yes! The goddess will grant you supreme glory! Protect me!"

　The armored guards immediately protected the merchant and swung their swords at the attacker who was rushing towards them.

　The attacker was wearing a yellow robe and had a thin figure. However, his posture as he ran alone was like a thunderbolt, stirring up a sandstorm on the sea of ​​sand.

　"Crack!" An iron guard was chopped to the ground.

　"Ahhhh!" Another Iron Guard had his throat precisely torn open by the scimitar, and blood gushed out.

　He was as agile as a monster, without any armor on his body, yet the soldiers could not touch him at all.

　The edge of his scimitar was dull, but it could still accurately cut through the gaps in the armor.

　In just half a minute, all the merchant's guards were chopped down.

　The merchant looked at the figure holding the scimitar in horror. His face under the hood of the yellow robe was blurry like a ghost, and only a pair of golden eyes were burning with a fiery halo.

　"We can talk it over..." the merchant muttered as he stepped back. "I can give you gold, and the goddess will grant you grace. I—"

　Before he could finish his words, his head flew straight into the sky, and his headless body fell to the ground, splashing dust.

　Ugaan swung his scimitar, and blood splattered a long trail on the sand.

　He lowered his head, looked at the slave crawling on the ground, and whispered:

　"You are free, people of Yi."

　However, Ahmed seemed not to hear what he said.

　He crawled beside the merchant's body, sucking the blood gushing from his broken neck like a wild beast.

　He couldn't hear anything and he wanted to drink water.

　""

　Ugaen silently watched his compatriots at his feet drinking blood without saying a word.

　He took a kettle from under his yellow robe, pulled out the cork, and poured the water over the slave's head.

　When Ahmed felt the coolness on his head, he suddenly raised his head and let the water flow on his face and into his mouth.

　"I have water," Ugaan's voice was hoarse, "come with me."

　After saying this, he handed the kettle to Ahmed.

　Ahmed was stunned for a moment, then took the kettle with both hands and poured it into his mouth.

　As he drank, tears began to flow from his eyes, and they dripped onto the dry sand.

　"Clap."

　As the tears fell to the ground, the outline of the sand sea gradually faded and turned into surging darkness again.

　Xing Mo stood in the darkness, thinking about everything she had just seen, with complicated emotions in her heart.

　"How miserable..." she murmured softly.

　"Look, look, let's just say that the goddess's followers are no good!" Aurora was very excited. "What do you mean?"

　Xingmo sighed:

　"The will of God has been misinterpreted, becoming a means for ambitious individuals to concentrate power and a catchphrase for businessmen to glorify."

　"Honestly, even if she is a goddess, what can she do?"

　"He's probably taking a nap right now," Aurora smiled. "So, why do the goddess's followers buy slaves?"

　Xing Mo thought for a moment, then said:

　"Judging from the time, this should be before the Jinsha Revolution in 2934, when the Golden King Ugaon was still liberating his compatriots."

　"At this point in time, the Dark Elf King fell, and the Messina Kingdom gradually began to be controlled by humans. Therefore, it urgently needed external forces to increase the speed of expansion."

　"Historical records do record that some of the Golden People were transported to the other side of the Sea as labor, but I didn't expect... their treatment was worse than that of animals."

　"Don't forget, Ugaen never knew what the sea looked like," Aurora chuckled. "This means that the Golden People who were transported away never returned."

　When Xing Mojiang thought of their fate, he felt a chill down his spine.

　How many similar things have happened in the long history?

　"Okay, let's keep going," Aurora said. "Just a few steps further and we'll find Ahmed."

　Xingmo nodded, and then she and Aurora began to move forward in the dark dream.

　As we walked, the darkness gradually turned into the sound of waves and into rising and falling curves.

　Xingmo discovered herself

　Standing at the bow of the three-masted sailing ship, there is a sea full of war ahead.

　A coalition army is attacking a country across the sea! Fierce artillery fire tears through the city walls, setting the city's outline ablaze with fire!

　Xingmo recognized the current time point almost immediately: the Art Revolution in 3036, when the academic city of Academi became independent with the help of Faru and Machiavelli!

　At this moment, Ahmed was standing at the bow, covered in armor.

　His pupils seemed to be bloodshot. At this moment, he held a scimitar in one hand and a musket in the other, like a pirate captain.

　The most direct difference between him and the pirates is that he is followed by the fleet of the entire empire.

　Looking at the city engulfed in flames in the distance, Ahmed recalled the day when he was nearly sold to the Messines by his slave owners.

　That day, his king saved him.

　If the king had not appeared, he might have died on the other side, in this so-called paradise where "fine wine and clear springs flow".

　"Followers of the goddess..." Ahmed growled, "I will break your necks."

　He raised his scimitar toward the sky and roared:

　"Yi's people! Blood debt! Pay with blood!"

　The war cry was accompanied by the raging fire, boiling and noisy!

　The scene changed, and Xingmo saw Ahmed fighting frantically in the streets and alleys of the academy city.

　He tore open the houses with a blade dragging flames and rushed in, and immediately the screams of children and women were heard from inside.

　He snapped his fingers, and the church spire exploded and collapsed in flames.

　The logic of civilization.

　With the help of the Disep family, the academy was quickly captured by the coalition forces, and the soldiers of the Messina Kingdom began to retreat quickly out of the city.

　Ahmed's army attacked the White Tower area and rushed straight towards the tower that was said to be the sacred relic of the Star Sea Goddess.

　He couldn't wait to burn the tower to ashes and make the goddess's followers pay the price!

　But at this moment, an illusory bell sounded from the top of the tower -

　"clang--"

　"clang--"

　"clang--"

　The ringing sound seemed to echo through the cracks in space, penetrating from the spirit world to the real world.

　When reading history books in later generations, Ahmed would know that it was a Messina saint who tried to use the long-sounding Star Sea Bell to pray for the goddess to come before retreating.

　At that time, Ahmed knew nothing. He just raised his head blankly and dreamed of the starry sky above the White Tower.

　He saw the blue fade away and the crimson light flood in like an overwhelming force.

　The red moon hangs right above the white pagoda, neither biased nor off.

　“Ah ...

　Screams came from all directions, accompanied by the sounds of flesh breaking and collapsing.

　The soldiers who heard the bell screamed and fell to the ground, their eyes popped out of their sockets and fell to the ground, their flesh peeled off their hands, and their bony hands were frozen in the state of covering their ears.

　Ahmed belatedly screamed in realization. Even though he had reached the level of a saint, he could still feel his soul boiling rapidly.

　With a sharp pain in his pupils, he felt his lens shattering—

　"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

　Just when Ahmed felt that his bones seemed to be about to break away from his flesh, suddenly, a golden sun flashed in his mind.

　At the same time, golden quicksand surged over his body and penetrated into his skin.

　At this moment, Ahmed's instincts screamed out two words at the top of his lungs:

　"Run."

　Ahmed dropped his weapon without hesitation, turned around and ran. He covered his eyes to avoid looking at the ominous crimson moonlight and the soldiers with festering bodies.

　He knew that he had briefly come into contact with the truth of the real world.

　Even if only for a moment.

　""

　Xing Mo stared blankly at Ahmed's figure disappearing into the darkness, and her mood could not calm down for a long time.

　She turned her head and was stunned for a long time before she spoke to Aurora tremblingly:

　"The Red Moon is anchored by the White Tower"

Chapter 227: Stranded Fish (Part 13) -6k- (Three Updates in One)

　A scene that Xingmo accidentally saw in Ahmed's dream memory caused endless waves in her heart.

　The red moon hung above the white tower, firmly locked.

　When the Long-Sounding Star Sea Bell is struck at a specific frequency, the strings are activated and the red moon appears.

　Then, the spiritual pressure from looking directly at the red moon instantly killed all the soldiers approaching the white tower.

　This is why, even when the Imperial and Falu forces stormed the Citadel during the Art Revolution of 3036, the White Tower remained intact.

　Because anyone who came near it died.