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

　"Emperor, you will see my determination!"

　The twisted "Ahmed" raised his scimitar with his bloated arms, and a raging fire ignited from his blade and soared into the sky.

　Then, he slashed at Xingmo fiercely—

　"boom--"

　Xingmo flashed and escaped into the spirit world, avoiding this earth-shattering attack.

　However, as soon as the black and white light appeared, she saw that the spirit world was occupied by roaming shadows—

　——The song of death entered Ahmed’s dream!

　As soon as they saw Xingmo entering the spiritual world, they rushed towards her.

　Xingmo smelled the scent of fear from the aura they emitted. They were probably very afraid of the "golden full moon" wrapped in Xingmo's spirit.

　But even so, they did not stop at all.

　It was as if there was a powerful willpower pushing them forward.

　"!"

　Xingmo did not intend to confront Death Song head-on. At this moment, she had to quickly put an end to Ahmed.

　She immediately jumped out of the spirit world and appeared above the beach.

　Seeing Xingmo appear, Ahmed raised his scimitar again, and the flames like meteors dragging the black air of nightmare flew out from his body and rushed towards Xingmo.

　So many barrages!

　Xing Mo made a "tsk" sound. If she had carried the Spine of Saint Auros, the war would have ended faster.

　Saint Nero's Rib is a powerful assassination weapon, but it is not good at frontal combat.

　However, it is enough to deal with a warrior who is struggling to death in a dream.

　"Your willpower is amazing, but it's time for you to rest in peace."

　Xing Mo snapped her fingers, the syllables struck the flames, and her body was immediately wrapped in the flames.

　She quickly fell from the sky to the ground, estimating the moment when she would encounter the barrage.

　At the moment of collision, Xingmo thrust his hidden blade into the crack again and escaped into the spirit world.

　Once she entered the spirit world, she saw Death Song rushing towards her.

　This time, Xingmo did not dodge, but flew straight towards those Death Songs.

　At the moment of their encounter, she thrust her hidden blade into the crack again and emerged into reality—

　"!"

　At this moment, Xingmo came to a distance of less than ten meters in front of Ahmed!

　Not the back, but the front.

　Upright——

　"!"

　Ahmed's ghostly golden eyes locked onto Xingmo, and his huge arms swung a scimitar trailing flames.

　Before he could swing, a black star rose up, blocking Ahmed's vision!

　"Ahhhh!"

　Ahmed screamed, and his knife-holding hand fell to the ground, and the condensed flames splashed in all directions.

　Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xingmo quickly approached Ahmed, and turned his wrist quickly a few times, and the black light on the ribs of Saint Nero became more and more violent.

　Just as Xingmo was getting closer, Ahmed suddenly grew several more eyes on his body and regained his sight.

　Those eyes instantly locked onto Xingmo, and the next second, Ahmed slashed out with his blade—

　"call--"

　Xingmo ducked down and dodged, a hot wave swept over her head, and she felt her hair almost burning.

　Before Ahmed could put the blade back into place, Xingmo snapped his fingers and released Midnight Theater.

　Countless black threads instantly bound Ahmed, trying to turn him into a puppet.

　In just a split second, Ahmed broke free from the silk thread and regained his ability to move.

　But this tiny difference is enough.

　"Good night."

　Xingmo muttered, raised his wrist, and thrust the hidden blade, which was shrouded in black light, directly into Ahmed's chest.

　——Straight in the heart.

　"Sizzle!"

　The surging black light pierced into Nightmare's chest, and for a moment, the world became silent.

　The next second, accompanied by screams, the wild black light and mist dispersed, gushing in all directions and turning into distorted faces.

　When everything was over, the sun once again fell from the sky and onto the beach.

　The black fog gradually dissipated, and Xingmo saw her hidden blade piercing Ahmed's chest.

　No, not the nightmare-like Ahmed, but the Ocean Archon Ahmed.

　Half of his body looked like charcoal, but the half of his face that still had human features showed a sad smile.

　"I lose," Ahmed croaked. "You... survive."

　After saying this, his body slipped from the edge of the hidden blade and fell to the ground.

　Black threads suddenly pierced into his body from all directions. Every time a thread appeared, the sunlight in the sky dimmed a little.

　When the surrounding scene was completely disintegrated like peeling off silk threads, only Ahmed, bound by silk threads, was left in the darkness.

　He became Xingmo's puppet.

　"You know, there's no need to go through so much trouble," Aurora muttered. "If you were hurt, even in a dream, I'd still feel bad for you, okay?"

　"I know."

　Xingmo nodded and looked down at Ahmed who was lying in the darkness.

　She raised her head and looked at Aurora:

　"But a stranded fish deserves to be buried on the seabed."

　In the adjutant's opinion, the treatment process lasted for a very long time.

　In the room filled with incense, everything seemed extremely blurry, and time gradually lost its sense of existence in such a situation.

　After a long, long time, I saw

　Doctor Jie Daiti stood up and gently patted her white coat:

　"Okay, the treatment is complete."

　The adjutant and the sage finally came to their senses. They waved their hands to push away the incense in front of them, and Ahmed's sleeping face appeared in their eyes.

　The face of the Ocean Archon was no longer ferocious, but very calm.

　At this moment, the adjutant even felt that the consul in front of him was a little strange: this brutal man always came with a murderous aura in the past. The pressure felt when looking into his eyes was no less than playing chess with a tiger, and there was always a faint smell of blood.

　But now, Ahmed looked very calm, as if the hatred and ambition that once drove him had been stripped away.

　"It's a pity... I still didn't see the treatment process clearly," the sage rubbed his eyes, "the incense was too strong..."

　"The strong incense is the right measure," Xingmo said calmly, "It can suppress the expansion of the nightmare. You have done a very good job."

　The sage was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head respectfully:

　“It is an honor for us to receive such praise.”

　Ha... I guess I've gained some reputation in the Conghui Hall? Xing Mo thought so, placing a few bottles of potion on the bedside table.

　"Take it once every twelve hours, on schedule, and he'll wake up soon."

　"Okay...thank you..."

　"Since I'm cured, please send me out," Xing Mo nodded to the adjutant, "I still have to go treat the children in the slums."

　Hearing this, the adjutant hesitated for a moment, his Adam's apple moving, as if he was hesitating about something.

　Looking into Miss Jiedeti's bright eyes, he finally spoke:

　"Doctor Jie Deti, if you are willing to stay a little longer and take care of His Excellency the Archon, you might be able to get a place in the garden later."

　"Yes, a doctor with superb medical skills like you should come to Conghui Hall and bring your talents to the best." The sage also hurriedly said.

　In response to the two people's kind reminders, Xingmo looked at them for a while, and a faint smile appeared on her face behind the veil.

　She picked up her bag and shook her head.

　"I'm a doctor, I'm here to treat illnesses."

　"Now that the patient has recovered, it's time for me to treat the next patient."

　"Boom!"

　The Supreme Praiser woke up from the thunder and returned to the pavilion in the lake.

　He flicked his wrist to get rid of the black energy on the iron claws, and the pupils behind the jackal mask shone brightly.

　The power of the Pale Angel in the dream was very strong, but he finally managed to push it out of the boundary of the dream.

　Whatever the reason for the fallen god to spread his taint again and again, it is no small matter.

　This means the water is getting muddier.

　""

　"Well..."

　On the ground of the pavilion in the lake, Isis struggled to get up. The mechanisms on her body kept making "hissing" sounds of restarting, accompanied by streams of steam gushing out.

　After she regained consciousness, she raised her head and looked into the eyes of the Supreme Praiser.

　She showed no fear, and even revealed a look of disgust:

　"You devil..."

　The Supreme Praiser did not answer her, but just silently watched the black air separating from his iron claws.

　After a while, he whispered:

　"Don't fight the flames."

　After saying this, the jackal's body began to burn violently, and soon turned into layers of phantoms and dissipated.

　Isis was the only one kneeling in the pavilion in the lake, staring at the place where the fire had dissipated, her eyes wide open.

　...END...

Chapter 228: Big Robbery! BankBreaker! -4k- (Double Update in One)

　Nefera Beta School of Magic - City of Academi

　Merlin pushed open the door of the library, placed his cane and top hat on the hanger beside the door, and then straightened his bow tie.

　"Little Shuling, are you home?" He shouted towards the library.

　No one answered, but there were a lot of resentful eyes staring at him. Merlin looked and found that the first floor of the library was full of students who were reviewing.

　Oh, yes, it seems like it's almost exam week... Merlin forced a smile, clasped his hands together, and made an apologetic gesture towards his classmates.

　Then, he walked into the library and began to look for the elusive little guy.

　Finally, Merlin found the faint blue in the rarely visited upper floors of the library - Elmo was sitting behind a pile of books, with a blue hair dangling from side to side.

　"Hey, little Shuling," Merlin walked up and greeted her, "Long time no see... What's with that nun uniform of yours?"

　Elmo was wearing a nun's uniform that was completely inconsistent with her character! Her body was shaking constantly!

　When she heard Merlin's voice, she was startled and immediately threw the book in her hand aside.

　"You you you you...what are you doing here?" She was a little flustered.

　"Why are you so nervous..." Merlin muttered, "This nun's uniform was taught to you by the Holy Tree... Um... What's the word? Role-playing?"