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

　"Now you understand why those Imperials hate the White Tower so much?"

　Aurora looked up at the red moon in the sky and smiled.

　"Fortunately, this is a dream, and the moon's spiritual pressure has decreased a lot, otherwise you would have fainted again."

　"What exactly is the White Tower?" Xing Mo asked subconsciously.

　In the Xinghai Canon, the White Tower is a sacred object bestowed by the goddess to the mortal world and serves as a medium for communication with the gods.

　In the contemporary system of the Citadel, the White Tower itself is a high-level ritual medium, through which one can observe, predict, and infer all extraordinary signs on the continent of Vesta.

　For example, Moti

　The evil god of Heim descended upon us.

　Although the scriptures have always advocated that "personally ringing the Long-Sounding Star Sea Bell can directly communicate with the Goddess", no one in the world dares to do so.

　Because that involves extremely high-level secrets.

　Secrecy is equivalent to forbidden knowledge, and knowledge is a blade that wanders in the shadows of the world.

　In other words, no one is stupid enough to confront something they don't understand.

　Even as the bell keeper, Xingmo had only heard the long-ringing Star Sea Bell being played twice.

　The first time was the October Rain. Mentor Lucius rang the bell and picked up the star debris containing Miriam's soul from the starry sky.

　The second time was just now. She saw with her own eyes that the bell attracted the attention of the Red Moon and destroyed all living beings that approached the White Tower.

　"In your world, the White Tower is the closest place to the red moon," Aurora said calmly. "If you ring the bell and make a wish facing the starry sky, you should be able to see the end of the world, right?"

　"What is the ultimate?" Xing Mo asked.

　Aurora puffed out her cheeks.

　"How would I know? Last time I tried to enter the White Tower, you locked me up in the superstring array! And you wouldn't let me in! Now you're asking me again!"

　"Puff..." The solemn atmosphere suddenly broke, and Xing Mo laughed, "But you see, there seems to be some kind of locked relationship between the White Tower and the Red Moon. Would destroying the White Tower lead to unpredictable consequences?"

　"Well..." Aurora muttered, "I think my power should be able to cover it."

　"The past was the past, and the present is the present," Xingmo blinked. "You hadn't fully recovered your strength then, hadn't you? After the Steam Man incident, you barely recovered to a level close to the Thirteenth String, and now you're only an Angel."

　"Without even a complete godhood, how can you fight against Hongyue?"

　"Be brave!" Aurora glared at Xingmo angrily.

　"Being brave doesn't mean being reckless. We need to be cautious." Xing Mo said with reason.

　I don’t know why, although she is still just a saint, she is very interested in giving instructions on the game between angels and gods.

　It feels a bit fun.

　"In short, Ahmed is one of the people who knows the relationship between Red Moon and White Tower," Xingmo murmured, "So he hates White Tower so much?"

　"Compounded hatred," Aurora nodded. "These two things are his nightmares, right?"

　"Being sold as a commodity, facing the might of the extraordinary and having to turn and run away..." Xingmo murmured in a low voice, "So he hated the people of the mist, hated the goddess, and hated the extraordinary."

　During the conversation, the scene returned to darkness again, and the changing shapes gradually condensed into inky black.

　The darkness spread out like a tide again, and endless whispers floated from the darkness in the distance.

　"It's coming," Aurora whispered. "What happened just now was Ahmed accepting his nightmare, and now he has succeeded."

　"This also means that he is going to make his last struggle."

　"Then struggle." Xing Mo said in a low voice.

　"Do you need us to help you kill him immediately?" Aurora looked up at Xingmo. "Instant kill?"

　"No, just consider it as a sign of respect for him."

　Xingmo took a deep breath and stared intently at the darkness in front of him.

　She didn't think a brutal butcher like Ahmed needed mercy. No matter what he had experienced in the past, it could not wash away his current atrocities.

　But since he is a conscientious soldier, let's give him respect.

　"Buzzing..."

　The darkness was slowly filled with bright colors again, and a faint light fell from the sky, filling the outline of the ground inch by inch.

　The scene of the beach gradually emerged. A tattered three-masted sailing ship was floating on the distant sea, and countless rafts were landing in the near sea.

　Ahmed jumped off the raft, stumbled and fell into the shallow water, and crawled desperately towards the beach.

　How he had longed for water, how he had hated sand.

　And now, he tried his best to escape from the sea, climbed to the edge of the beach in a panic, grabbed a handful of mud and sand with both hands, and held it tightly.

　At the moment he looked directly at the red moon, he thought his soul would remain on the other side forever.

　But he finally came back, from the sea to the desert.

　Ahmed lay on the beach, crying in pain and shaking all over.

　The wave that had brought him to the beach gradually receded, and he was left alone on the beach, the distance between him and the sea getting farther and farther as the wave receded.

　A stranded fish.

　"Sand Sea, please forgive your wanderer..."

　Ahmed climbed up and slowly turned his gaze to Xingmo who was not far away.

　Xingmo saw that the half of his face that had been buried on the beach had turned black, and a structure intertwined with shadows and tumors floated into the air and gradually dissipated into a huge black, uncertain mist.

　During the Eye of the Storm incident, one-third of Ahmed's soul was sacrificed to the Invisible Mist in exchange for his escape.

　And now, the price of that one-third has come.

　"...They say I allowed my people to live with the curse... No!"

　Ahmed roared, and black illusory tentacles emerged from his body, forming a sharp contrast with the tattered navy uniform.

　"I...will always lead by example!"

　In an instant, the soldiers on the beach exploded one after another, and the flying blood turned into black mist in the air and gathered towards Ahmed.

　Those soldiers had long since died in the Citadel, beneath the White Tower.

　They are Ahmed's nightmare.

　And now, he embraced his nightmare.

　"You call yourself a doctor, but you are not a doctor!" Ahmed roared. "I should have seen it earlier... You are... You are..."

　He took a deep breath, and the black mist swirled around him, making his face gradually less clear.

　"...You are the Goddess's chosen one."

　Looking at Ahmed who was gradually falling into madness, Xingmo shook her head lightly:

　"Do not."

　She turned her wrist, and the ribs of Saint Nero popped out, their sharp edges flashing.

　"I am your doctor, here to treat your illness."

　This will be a precise surgical operation.

　The next second, Xingmo snapped his fingers, plucking the strings with syllables, creating a strong wind that pushed him forward quickly.

　Looking at the rapidly approaching star foam, Ahmed drew the scimitar from his waist and rushed forward with a roar.

　In an instant, the two figures crossed, and their hidden blades and scimitars slashed at each other -

　"clang--"

　The explosive impact tore through the air at the moment of impact. Xing Mo only felt his arm stiffen, and then he was blown away.

　Before she could even get into position in mid-air, she saw Ahmed snap his fingers.

　"boom!"

　A fireball with a radius of five meters exploded with Xingmo as the center and swallowed her!

　The surging flames suddenly created a storm on the beach, and even the sea water evaporated and turned into ghostly white mist.

　Ahmed turned the knife, held the handle with both hands, and suddenly black and red flames surged from the blade.

　He roared wildly, slashing towards the fireball with a wave of black flames—

　"boom--"

　The fireball exploded once again, like a long river reflecting the sunset, rushing towards different tributaries and turning into dissipating clouds.

　But in the center of the fireball, Ahmed did not see the girl—

　"!"

　Ahmed turned his head suddenly as the spiritual pressure came, and happened to see a shadow appear behind him in the black and white light.

　——Xingmo escaped into the spirit world at the moment the fireball exploded, avoiding the flames!

　Even in dreams, the spiritual world still exists, and the strict spatial structure has never changed.

　In fact, it would be better to say that "the Lord of Dreams needs this space to have a spiritual world", so there is a real spiritual world here.

　"!"

　Ahmed tried to block, but it all happened in an instant.

　The next second, Xingmo thrust out his hidden blade, and the black-glowing blade buried itself into Ahmed's waist.

　"Sizzle!"

　In an instant, it seemed as if countless silk threads rushed from all directions and pierced straight into Ahmed's body.

　Ahmed felt his body becoming stiff and his soul becoming dull, as if he was losing control of himself.

　Xingmo is transforming him into a puppet.

　Ahmed suddenly flew into a rage, his face becoming increasingly distorted. Three chaotically positioned eyes opened on the nightmare half of his face, each of which flashed red light.

　"Despicable! Shameless goddess believer!" he roared, "Your people are too weak, you don't even dare to defeat me head-on!"

　A black and red light burst out, pushing Xing Mo away.

　This powerful force shocked Xing Mo - there is actually such a force that can drive it!

　Is he going to fully embrace the nightmare?

　His nightmare transformation must be stopped immediately. It would be bad if the power of the nightmare leaked out of the dream.

　Xingmo landed quickly on the ground, then thrust his hidden blade into the spirit world, and turned—

　"Buzzing—"

　Ahmed's black shadow suddenly began to boil, and countless shadow tentacles emerged from the darkness and wrapped around his body.

　Those are all curses on Ahmed, and the power of Saint Nero's Rib is to control the curse.

　Ahmed felt his body boiling all of a sudden. The power he accepted was like sharp thorns piercing his soul, causing him to feel excruciating pain all over his body.

　“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” He raised his head and roared madly. The nightmare half of his body began to erode itself, and black mist continued to disperse with a "sizzling" sound.

　Just when Xingmo thought he was about to reach his limit, Ahmed suddenly roared:

　"Sun! Embrace me!"

　Amidst the hysterical roar, golden light actually appeared from the sky!

　In an instant, Ahmed's body was engulfed in flames, golden flames burning his nightmare-like body, and clusters of flames ignited on his twisted tentacles.

　Ahmed's willpower broke through the limitations of dreams and reached its peak!

　Flames were gushing out from everywhere on the beach, the coastline was constantly retreating due to the rising flames, and white smoke was everywhere.

　Ahmed was almost unrecognizable, the black tumors on his body were twisted and burning, and sparks flew with his every move.

　But in his eyes that were shining with golden light, Xing Mo immediately understood what he called "the logic of civilization."

　So that's how it is. Even if the body is burned by fire, we must take revenge on those who created the suffering.

　Whether you embrace a nightmare or embrace fire, it's the same.

　This is truly unscrupulous.