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

　"I'm craving some gossip. Is there any interesting news from the Citadel? Like what's going on with the Imperial Ambassador?"

　"Not yet, but I suspect the ambassadors will withdraw once Ahmed's death is discovered," Xingmo said. "After all, the Imperial Fleet has lost its naval commander and is severely weakened. Even if someone else takes over, it's unlikely they'll be able to quickly take over the mess Ahmed created."

　"Under such circumstances, the navy is no longer protected, and the Imperial Embassy will have to worry about their own safety."

　"That dung beetle ambassador must be getting incredibly anxious right now," Aurora said cheerfully. "I have a feeling we're going to lose the fight if this keeps going on, right?"

　"We can't let our guard down. The Sky Gardens plan hasn't been fully investigated yet," Xing Mo scolded. "What if the Imperials have some backstabbing tricks?"

　"It's okay. The Faru people will bear their wrath first." Aurora smiled.

　It seems to be true...

　It now seems that the problem of the Imperial Navy attacking the Citadel at any time has been solved, so next, all energy can be concentrated on the Sky Garden Project.

　Before that, Xingmo planned to enter the Sunrise Land, the place where the Golden Sun Wheel was located, to complete the three things in his plan.

　The first thing is to be promoted to a demigod and gain even more powerful power.

　The second thing is to look for clues about the Song of Sand in the God's Palace, so as to find out what kind of poetry pollution the Golden King has spread in the Academy.

　The third thing is to find out what Mentor Lucius said about the "truth of Genesis," and thus trace the clues about the Court of Redemption and the String of the Shepherd Star.

　These three things overlap and point to the same destination.

　"Then it's time for Archon Ahmed to take the stage."

　Xing Mo raised her head and looked at the pale blue crescent moon, her emerald green pupils gradually turning dark.

　She was like a puppeteer behind the stage, manipulating the puppets on the stage.

　- Use Ahmed's identity to travel through the Hanging Gardens and find the key to the Sunrise Land!

Chapter 230: The Great Robbery! (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　"Buzzing..."

　A roar was heard from beneath the space, and a thread emerged from the spiritual world, instantly controlling the puppet lying on the bed.

　Ahmed opened his eyes, got up from the bed and looked at the moonlight outside the window.

　Looking out from the upper floor of the Sky Garden, New Galo was peaceful, and everything was immersed in the pale blue and silent moonlight.

　The night wind blew through the window and brushed Ahmed's face, but it did not stimulate any senses in this body.

　Because he is dead.

　""

　Xingmo deliberately chose to control Ahmed at night.

　It’s a quieter time, and there are fewer chances to run into important people.

　Although there is no precedent of An Xian's control being discovered, as for Xing Mo, she is accustomed to strictly controlling everything within a controllable range to avoid complications.

　""

　Ahmed pushed open the door and entered the corridor covered with relief murals.

　According to the internal structure diagram of the Hanging Gardens provided by Isis, Xingmo controlled Ahmed to turn left and right skillfully in the corridor.

　Soon, Ahmed arrived at the huge open courtyard at the center of the garden structure.

　A huge cylindrical area is hollowed out in the center of the garden's superstructure. Countless platforms and walkways surround the inner side of the circular structure, forming a well-connected passage like a spiral staircase.

　At this time, Ahmed was standing on the upper floor of the empty courtyard, overlooking the entire structure of the empty courtyard from the platform outside the corridor.

　Even at night, the empty courtyard seemed very busy, with countless white pigeons flying around in the empty courtyard, delivering letters from one floor to another.

　Some heavier items are transported by falcons, and sometimes you can see three or four falcons pulling a huge box together.

　Ahmed took out a badge from his pocket and raised it into the air, and a faint golden light spread out.

　Soon, a small platform came to the edge of the corridor from below and stopped steadily.

　Ahmed walked up and whispered:

　"Go to the Immortal Division."

　Among the superstructures of the Hanging Gardens, the most secretive is naturally the Immortal Department.

　This mysterious organization controls the intelligence system of the entire Vista continent. Whether in the Empire or the Academy, there are countless spies hidden in it.

　These agents, known as the Immortals, are blessed by the Sandsong and can construct indestructible armor and weapons from quicksand, allowing them to carry their weapons anywhere without being detected.

　Therefore, they are like quicksand, penetrating every hole.

　The reason why Xingmo manipulated Ahmed to go to the Immortal Division was simple: she was going to give the imperial soldiers a holiday.

　Well, it's so tense every day, the soldiers must be so tired.

　You are sailing on the sea every day, and you would want to go home and rest for a while from time to time, right?

　Since the God's Chosen Meeting has been postponed, the Golden Fleet will not be able to sail long distances in the short term. This provides sufficient motivation for the soldiers to go home for vacation.

　Xingmo did this in order to break up the navy's organization as much as possible before Ahmed's death was discovered.

　In this way, even if Ahmed's death is discovered later, the person who takes over the mess will be in great trouble.

　In addition, Xingmo also plans to look for some information in the Immortal Division.

　For example, the archives of the advent of the evil god of Mortiheim.

　For example...where is the key to the Sunrise Land?

　"Buzzing..."

　The mobile platform gradually rose and soon arrived at the edge of a large platform on the top level of the empty courtyard.

　Immortal Department.

　The gate, made of black iron, was forged into the shape of a jackal. The interior of its bloody mouth was pitch black, with only tiny sparks of fire floating in the air.

　At the door, two soldiers in bronze armor were on duty. When they saw Ahmed walk onto the platform, they crossed their spears and blocked the door.

　"Your Excellency, Archon! Please show me your pass!"

　""

　Ahmed stood in front of the two soldiers and looked at them without saying a word.

　His face was solemn and deathly still, but in fact, Xing Mo, who was controlling him from a distance, was suddenly filled with questions.

　What? A travel permit?

　It can't be the God's Chosen Badge, right? It doesn't seem like it would be used in this situation.

　What if I take it out? Wouldn't that expose me?

　Oh no, I was just trying to be rigorous and should have inquired about this earlier...

　Xingmo thought for a while and decided to use character creation to pass the level.

　At the same time, Ahmed took a deep breath and then spoke calmly:

　"Fuck you, you don't learn your lesson, do you? You don't recognize my face?"

　Hearing this, the two soldiers straightened their spines immediately:

　"Sorry...sorry! It's just a routine check..."

　"Would you like me to give you a routine greeting?" Ahmed smiled wickedly, "You know, I've been in bed for several days, and my mind isn't very clear. I might need to drink something fresh..."

　"Please go ahead!" The two soldiers immediately made way.

　Huh... As expected, how could a brutal monster like Ahmed walk in the garden with any pass?

　Playing Ahmed, you can’t go wrong with being savage and domineering.

　Thinking so, Xingmo manipulated Ahmed to push aside the two soldiers and walked into the entrance of the Immortal Division.

　Following the dim firelight, Ahmed walked through the long corridor and came to a door carved with alchemical patterns.

　This door is similar to the one in Mr. Luffy's high-level alchemy workshop. It is engraved with a string formula to prevent pollution from leaking out, which can effectively prevent any problems from happening inside and endangering the garden.

　There should be a lot of secret things such as holy objects stored in the Immortal Department. These measures are necessary and in line with mysticism.

　Passing through the gate, a darkness with a physical presence rushed towards me, accompanied by a whispered greeting:

　"Welcome, Your Excellency the Archon. It looks like you have recovered?"

　In the hall with a vaulted dome, a man in

　An old man in a yellow robe came towards them, leaning on a branch with strange patterns carved on it.

　"I need to mobilize a large number of messengers to deliver the message to the Golden Fleet on standby," Ahmed said in a hoarse voice, "Let the children go home for the holidays."

　Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly:

　"They call you Ahmed who never sleeps. What made you make such a decision?"

　“Who knows, maybe it’s the years, maybe it’s an illness,” Ahmed replied.

　The old man stared at Ahmed for a while, then nodded with a vicissitudes of life:

　"Very good, the Immortal Division's intelligence system will work for you."

　"There's one more thing," Ahmed continued. "I want to check the archives."

　"Oh, do you have any new ideas?" the old man whispered. "I can do it for you."

　"No, just a look," Ahmed shook his head. "I can't sleep. The future is tormenting me."

　Xingmo tried her best to make Ahmed show the "mature" side of him and rendered out the emotions.

　The old man stared at Ahmed for a long time, and finally, he nodded:

　"You should rest, Your Excellency the Archon."

　He waved his hand, and a door outlined by flames appeared on the side of the dark hall, leading to another corridor.

　"Given your current frail state, I recommend you refrain from reading highly confidential information," the old man whispered. "That would place an unnecessary burden on you."

　"I see."

　Ahmed nodded, then walked through the flaming door and into the dark corridor behind.

　He walked in the corridor, and the surroundings were gradually filled with darkness, and even the road ahead became illusory and unclear.

　But it seemed like just a thought, the darkness around him soon took shape, and Ahmed was standing between rows of bookshelves.

　The bookshelves were sealed with chains with heavy books. The covers of the books were all black, with the sun totem outlined in gold foil.

　This place doesn't feel like the real world...it's more like some kind of consciousness space engraved beneath the space with shadow strings.

　Storing secrets in this kind of space can eliminate the risk of contamination leakage.

　Xing Mo couldn't help but marvel at the imagination of the imperial people. When it came to blocking pollution and storing information, this was simply an impeccable method.

　""

　"I want to look up the incident of the evil god coming to Motiheim." Ahmed whispered.

　The darkness solidified once again, and then changed its shape: an empty bookshelf appeared in front of Ahmed.

　No record? Xingmo was surprised.

　Even the Immortal Division has no record of this incident?

　This is the most powerful information database of the empire's largest intelligence agency, but there is no record of the arrival of the evil god Mortiheim at all?

　All of a sudden, Xing Mo realized how big a pit this was.

　Whether it's Aurora... the "Golden Full Moon"... the "Blue Star"... or the plan of the Supreme Praiser... they are all secrets within secrets.

　Even the Immortal Division was not aware of those things, so it is no wonder that the immortals at that time were all death row prisoners.

　Well...it's not surprising. If my secret was that easy to find, it would have been found long ago...

　Xingmo comforted herself in this way and manipulated Ahmed to speak a second time:

　"The superstring array that the great sage is creating."

　It should be possible this time...Xingmo thought so.

　Then, as the darkness solidified and then bloomed again, an empty bookshelf appeared before my eyes.

　Xing Mo: ""