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

　"Commands, I'm very good at that," Aurora patted her chest, "I'll have them in five minutes."

　"Really?" Isis's eyes widened slightly.

　"Well, trust me," Aurora nodded. "In short, once we get the password and send you in, you can control the purification range of the string array, allowing Ahmed, controlled by the little saint, to reach the crystal vault, right?"

　"Well, that's the theory..." Isis glanced at Xingmo cautiously, "But... there's still the most troublesome hurdle."

　"What is it?" Xing Mo felt that she was no longer afraid of anything. After all, she had already encountered a lot of trouble so far.

　Isis cleared her throat and said:

　"When the Crystal Treasury is opened, there is a mechanism similar to soul matching."

　"This mechanism is just for insurance purposes, but it requires the client's soul to remain consistent with the original recording."

　"In other words, even if we reach the final step in Archon Ahmed's body, the alarm will definitely be triggered."

　Hearing this, Xing Mo felt her heart stiffen and she became annoyed again.

　What the hell... There is such a weird mechanism, it's too inhumane!

　Can you please be considerate of the people at Qiang Bank? If someone has exhausted all their tricks to reach the crystal treasure house, can't they just get what they want underground?

　While Xingmo was worried, Aurora beside her smiled slightly:

　"Oh, this is still easy to do."

　"That's easy?" Xing Mo turned around. "What new tricks have you come up with?"

　"Well, it's not really a crazy idea..."

　Aurora winked playfully and said:

　"Since the alarm is bound to be triggered, let's design another bait to trigger it in advance."

　"That way, no one will be able to find out, right?"

　School City.

　Alice got up from the bed and stretched.

　She sat on the bed with sleepy eyes for a while, then got up, changed her clothes, and covered Vivian, who was sleeping soundly, with a blanket.

　Today, Alice is still planning to run around outside for the day, looking for the author of the fairy tale.

　If her guess was correct, the author must know about the White Angel and the Frozen family and must be of a high status.

　Because, if one’s status is relatively low, how can one receive the information of the angelic level?

　He would have collapsed and died long ago.

　A higher level of transcendence usually means a longer lifespan.

　The longer you live, the more you will know.

　After finishing her makeup, Alice walked to the window and reached for the fairy tale book.

　At this moment, her inspiration suddenly started beating wildly -

　"!"

　Everything seemed to be sped up countless times. Before Alice could react, a blue light shattered the window beside the desk and headed straight for her head.

　Alice wanted to play the strings, but she had no time to react - her inspiration had just been triggered when the attack came, as if everything happened in an instant without any warning.

　Just as Alice's head was about to be pierced through, a roar came from the bed:

　"broken!"

　The dragon's might exploded, instantly pushing Alice out and causing the blue light to explode instantly.

　It wasn't until the moment before the light exploded that Alice finally recognized what it was—

　——It was an icicle as solid as a sword edge.

　The ice exploded under the pressure of the mantra, turning into scattered frost that spread rapidly in the air.

　Alice stared blankly at the surging frost that instantly covered the warm room with a layer of white frost, and the extremely suppressed heart palpitations came belatedly.

　She covered her chest and retched subconsciously, and her entire body seemed to be trembling from the attack just now.

　"Alice!"

　Vivian jumped off the bed, hugged Alice and held her in her arms.

　Then, she turned her head to look out the window, her icy blue pupils erupting with a frenzied and surging dragon might.

　"Get out of my way!!!" she roared.

　The sound waves blasted away the white mist in the room, and a strong wind blew out of the window, creating waves in the forest near the mansion.

　Vivian stared out the window intently—she could also feel the powerful spiritual pressure approaching at that moment. If not, she would not have been able to wake up from her dream.

　She knew that it was the breath of an angel!

　Only after the aura completely disappeared did Vivian turn around and hold Alice's face in her hands.

　"Alice! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you scared? I..."

　"I'm fine

　. "

　Alice took a deep breath, calmed her pounding heart, and slowly placed her somewhat limp hand on Vivian's shoulder.

　"fine..."

　She knew that she was only a little bit away from death.

　She also knew that she was not dead not only because of Vivian's timely rescue, but also because the person who attacked her did not use his full strength.

　The attack just now was just a warning.

　Why is she sure of this?

　Alice and Vivian raised their heads at the same time, looking at the tiny ice crystals remaining in the air.

　Those crystals seemed to be frozen in time and space, forming distorted handwriting:

　"stop."

　This is a warning, a warning from the angelic order.

　A near-fatal warning.

　More than ten minutes later, the Pushet Mansion was blocked by a team led by the Bell Guardian.

　The church priests used strange-looking instruments to scan the lawn outside the window where the attack took place, searching for any traces that might have remained at the scene.

　In the bedroom, Diana Pucht pushed aside the isolation tape, rushed in, and hugged Alice who was sitting on the bed.

　"Alice! Are you okay?"

　She hugged Alice tightly in her arms, scaring her so much that she shuddered.

　"I...I'm fine, Mom..."

　Diana turned Alice over and over again, and after confirming that she was not injured, she hugged her tightly in her arms.

　"You scared me... I thought you... How am I going to explain this to your father..."

　Listening to her mother's slightly tearful voice, Alice felt her eyes moisten for a moment.

　On weekdays, her mother was always very strict with her, even to the point of being a little inhuman, so much so that she had been obstructing her and Vivian from confirming their relationship for a long time.

　Now, the woman holding her was like a frightened doe, protecting her cub tightly.

　"Thank you, Vivian, for protecting Alice," Diana turned her head and gave Vivian a tearful smile, "You are my pride too."

　"Well...thank...thank you, mother-in-law." Vivian said softly.

　"Okay, Mom," Alice patted Diana's back gently. "There are a lot of people watching."

　Although she said this, she was not very firm because her mother's hug was really warm.

　When was the last time you were hugged by your mother?

　Maybe this is how people are. When they are young, they like to stick to their mothers, but when they grow up, they hate being too close to their mothers more and more, and they are even unwilling to hold their mothers' hands.

　But as we get older, we begin to miss our mother's embrace, but we are too embarrassed to speak up, and our evasive gazes become like those of children, hesitant and cautious.

　Don't make the people who love you wait too long.

　""

　After hugging her for a while longer, Diana let go of Alice, stood up, and took a deep breath.

　She suddenly put on the serious expression that only a family head could have, cleared her throat and said:

　"Alice, I have to say..."

　It’s bad...Alice felt a chill in her heart.

　Before, her mother had told Alice not to bother Isabella to check.

　If something like this happens now, my mother will definitely strictly forbid it.

　However, what Diana said surprised Alice:

　"Do you need any connections? If we continue the investigation, we'll probably have to be even more cautious. We can't let something like today happen again."

　"Mom...?" Alice's eyes widened.

　"Why, are you waiting for me to stop you?"

　Diana smiled slightly, then her expression turned serious:

　"No, it's impossible. Blindly tolerating is not the path of the Pushet family. Since the enemy has thrust their spears at our throats, we must bite off the blade even if it bleeds!"

　Diana said, looking out the window where the cold wind was blowing:

　"We can't let others bully us for nothing."

Chapter 233: The Great Robbery! (Part 6) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　"Senior, the inspection is over."

　In the hall of the Pushet family, Alice once again met with her descendant Dawn.

　Dawn was still wearing a black windbreaker, and the melted snow made his hair messy, making his serious face look even more funny.

　Behind him, Mo Ran and Zhuang Die were guarding on his left and right.

　"Unfortunately, the attacker left no trace," Dawn said. "From the spirit world to the real world, and even when we used the Dagger of Truth to spy on the netherworld, we couldn't find any information about the attacker."

　"Not at all?" asked Alice, who was dressed in formal attire.

　"Not at all," Dawn shook his head. "No one entered the entire backyard during the attack. It was the same for a hundred miles around."

　"You mean, the icicle that attacked me appeared out of thin air?" Alice let out a breath.

　"Absolutely impossible," Vivian exclaimed. "I blocked it! That attack was basically equivalent to a cannonball fired from an ironclad ship! If I hadn't used the mantra, half of the house would have collapsed!"

　"This is also what confuses us," Dawn sighed, "but the fact is that there are no traces left in either the real world or the spirit world. We interviewed the people involved.

　Some residents who were passing by at the time did not witness anything like the magic sonata of the ballistic string."

　After hearing Dawn's report, Alice lowered her head and began to think.

　Although Xinghai Church may not be reliable, Dawn was the one she brought up, so she is confident in her ability to judge people.

　Dawn had no need to lie to her, and no way to lie to her - Alice was known as the Peering Witch, and her dagger of truth was superb. No one would lie to her in this regard because it was meaningless.

　If what Dawn said was true, then all this would be even more outrageous——

　——An icicle with a power equivalent to that of an ironclad naval gun appeared directly from the window less than ten meters away from Alice, and hit the house with an extremely strong initial velocity?

　This cannot even be simply thought of as "how many strings of magic is this?", but rather "how is this done?"

　Wait a minute... If this attacker is related to the Frozen family and the White Angel...

　Alice's mind was spinning rapidly, and she soon recalled what Principal Merlin had said:

　"...He controls time, space, and day..."

　Time... Space...

　Alice's pupils shrank slightly, and she suddenly thought of a possibility.