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

　Arya's eyes were still fixed on Freya. After a long while, she slowly put away the dagger.

　Aurora, who had been watching the show, crossed her legs and smiled faintly at the elves on either side.

　"Okay, now that the commotion is over, why don't you tell us your story?"

　"I know nothing! I didn't do anything!" Arya said angrily. "Why attack us?!"

　"Your spirit is entwined with the aura of the Dark Elf King," Yuwen said. "My eyes have seen countless secrets, and you cannot conceal this."

　"I..." Alia's eyes hesitated, "I really don't know..."

　Xingmo glanced at the pitiful Alia, then glanced at Freya, whose face still showed a trace of vigilance, and clapped his hands:

　"Okay, sit down and talk slowly. Don't be so tense."

　Based on Xingmo's understanding of Alia, even if she really had some relationship with the Dark Elf King, she herself probably knew nothing about it.

　After all, Alia was picked up by Xingmo in the underground arena in Heimu.

　According to her own description, she has been wandering in the Citadel since she can remember. She is an orphan and is accompanied by Bianca.

　Whether it was Alia or Bianca, they were both saved by Xingmo. If she was really an evil force related to the Dark Elf King, how could she end up in such a miserable situation.

　"Huh, alright, just give Miss Saint some face."

　Freya exhaled and immediately sat down on the sofa.

　Alya and Bianca looked at each other, then both slowly walked to the other end of the table and sat down.

　"Then let's start with Miss Freya," Xing Mo glanced at Freya, "Hasn't the Silver Blade Tribe existed since the Age of Gods? Why do you know about the existence of the Dark Elf King?"

　Freya cleared her throat, glanced at Alia across from her, and then spoke with a slight caution:

　"Just because we don't come out into the world doesn't mean no elves will enter our world."

　"The tribal chronicles recorded that in 528, a large number of elves from the north entered the Mirkwood region and begged us for refuge."

　"They described to us clearly the atrocities committed by the Dark Elf King and everything that happened in the Kingdom of Messina at that time."

　Freya took a deep breath and whispered:

　"The Dark Elf King attempted to ascend to the rank of Angel and summoned the String of Truth with words of chant above the ancient city of the Kingdom of Messina."

　"The name of that truth is... the future is now."

　Note 1: Excerpted from Dante’s Divine Comedy.

Chapter 235: The Great Robbery! (Part 8) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The future is now...

　This short sentence made Xingmo fall into deep thought.

　First, according to Freya, if the Silver Blade Tribe

　The historical records are real flowers.

　So, the reason why the Dark Elf King brought about the Golden Disaster was indeed because he tried to ascend to the angel level.

　Unexpectedly, the scholars' speculation was confirmed, and it was confirmed in this way...

　But even so, this did not dispel the fog of history, but made it even thicker.

　What does it mean that the future is now?

　The Dark Elf King was once recorded as a wise king who ruled the Kingdom of Messina, which was ruled by the elves at that time, in an orderly and prosperous manner.

　But overnight, he suddenly went crazy and tried to be promoted to an angel?

　What made him make such a change?

　""

　Facing Xingmo's confused look, Freya shook her head:

　"Besides that, we don't know why the Dark Elf King suddenly turned into a complete madman."

　"Becoming an angel is a mad act even for an elf. Countless compatriots were slaughtered. The city's streets and sewers were filled with blood. The once-old city was transformed into hell overnight."

　“If it weren’t for the golden light falling from the sky, no one knows what evil spirits would have crawled out of that hell.”

　"Do you have any speculations?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Of course there is. The scholars of the Silver Blade Tribe and the survivors have worked together to restore the truth of the matter, trying to find the source of the Dark Elf King's madness."

　"The final result is... he may want to use the power of angels... to open the gates of hell."

　Hell...Xingmo lowered his head and chewed on the word.

　This word has completely different meanings in different cultural contexts, but in various religions it is generally referred to as "the place where sinners return" or "the devil's cage."

　All in all, it's not an auspicious place.

　"According to the records of the elves, what is imprisoned in hell?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Crimson light and absolute doom," Freya breathed. "That wasn't some divine entity, but a pure concept."

　"In elven mythology, Hell is the final resting place for all exiled souls. Ever since the death of the first life in the world, Hell has been constantly filling up, becoming increasingly full, and gradually approaching completeness."

　"Legend has it that when Hell is full, a crimson light will burst forth from the depths of the Earth, and bound souls will swarm out, devouring the world."

　"That day is called the Day of Destiny in the prophecies of the elves."

　Listening to Freya's narration, Xingmo's heart beat slightly.

　Crimson light...the place where souls are imprisoned...

　In Xingmo's mind, the first thing these two descriptions pointed to was the red moon.

　...The Red Moon seems to possess a power related to fate, as evidenced by the thirteen-string magic tidal lock it unleashed...

　...As revealed during the October Rain incident, countless souls are trapped within the star debris in the night sky. The stars surround the crimson moon like a moon, and the irregular flow of the starry sky resembles some kind of giant altar...

　Looking at it this way...why does it feel like the hell described here is not actually underground, but above the starry sky?

　For some unknown reason, Xing Mo murmured:

　"The future is now...the abyss is the sky..."

　Hearing this, Freya's pupils shrank:

　"I...I haven't gotten to that point yet. How did you..."

　"What?" Xing Mo was shocked.

　"I was just about to continue saying that a Light Elf scholar who escaped from the Kingdom of Messina before the Golden Disaster took some scrolls with him. Among those scrolls was a diary entry from the Dark Elf King."

　"The abyss is the sky, which is the second half of the sentence 'The future is the present.'"

　Looking at the Saint, Freya's expression became more and more admiring:

　"You... Have you already... No, I shouldn't have such questions. It's really presumptuous. After all, your status..."

　Despite her admiration, Xing Mo still looked confused.

　The sentence just now popped out of her mind, and it happened to match the diary of the Dark Elf King?

　There are more and more weird things happening...Xing Mo rubbed his temples and felt a sharp pain on his forehead.

　The chaotic golden figures seemed to flicker again all of a sudden.

　"call..."

　After Freya finished a long string of excited words, she looked at Alia who was sitting opposite her.

　"That's why I'm wary of this dark elf girl," Freya's eyes became alert again. "You know, in the Silver Blade Tribe, the Dark Elf King is a disaster."

　"But Alya isn't a bad person!" Bianca summoned her courage and shouted, "She's kind, capable, and gentle!"

　"Aliya is our important partner," Aurora said lazily, "You kids are not allowed to fight."

　"Alia is very reliable." Xingmo winked at Alia.

　"Everyone..."

　Aaliyah was stunned for a moment, and felt her eyes getting hot.

　In fact, that faint feeling of inferiority never disappeared. From the underground arena of Black Wood to the nuns of God, she never got rid of the mentality of "I need to work hard to get attention."

　But before I knew it, the people around me seemed to be becoming more and more gentle.

　"I

　I am a loyal servant of the Tree of Life," Alia said, looking firmly at Freya. "If you don't believe me, forget it. I am."

　The little guy's stubborn look seemed to make Freya a little at a loss.

　She exchanged glances with Yuwen, then looked at the others around her, and then sighed:

　"Well, since you are the servant of the angel, I will not doubt you for the time being. After all..."

　Freya glanced at Aurora:

　"Even if you are a follower of the Dark Elf King, you can never compare to a genuine angel."

　Seeing that the atmosphere finally eased, Xingmo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　I have to say that Freya is indeed a relatively rational elf. When faced with danger, she did not take direct action, but instead stated "why" in a reasonable and well-founded manner.

　If the Dark Elf King's atrocities were true, then it would be fine if she reacted a little more passionately.

　"We follow the angel's teachings..." Yuwen nodded tremblingly at Xingmo, "In that case... let us achieve glory together."

　He nodded to Alya and Bianca, a kind smile on his face:

　"I hope we can cooperate happily."

　"...Okay." Alia nodded a little confusedly.

　Hey... what glory? We're robbing a bank. It's not glorious at all...

　Just as Xingmo was complaining in her heart, the door of the house was pushed open again and Isis walked in.

　She wore a black silk dress, the semi-transparent fabric faintly revealing her mechanical form beneath. A cape with gilded patterns draped over her shoulders seemed to shimmer with a faint spiritual light.

　"New faces..." The architect seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Who are you?"

　Seeing that she seemed to have some social anxiety, Xing Mo walked up to her and took the initiative to introduce her:

　"Let me introduce you. This is Freya, and this is Yuwen. We are two light elves from the Silver Blade Tribe."

　"These two are Alya and Bianca, also elves."

　After saying this, she turned to the people in the hall:

　"This is Isis Elebella, the architect of the Hanging Gardens and also a bard."

　"Wow! Did you build that big thing!?" Freya seemed to have returned to her silly mode.

　"It's just a renovation," Isis nodded slightly. "This is my first time seeing elves. I didn't expect... so many..."

　"We are indeed very mysterious and aloof~" Freya smiled brightly. "Are you also a poet? Can you read me some of your poems? I am a poet too."

　"Let's finish the important work first!" Aurora raised her little hand and snapped her fingers.

　In an instant, a light green light burst out from the center of the room, and then quickly spread to the walls of the house, enveloping the entire interior space of the house.

　This space is cut off from the outside world.

　"Now that everyone is here, we should start planning." Aurora smiled.

　Isis nodded, walked to the table, pulled up a chair and sat down.

　She took out the blueprints of the Treasury Pavilion from her backpack, placed them on the table, and spread them out:

　"Everyone already knows what our goal is, so I won't elaborate further and will start directly with the division of labor."

　"First of all, our target is the Crystal Vault. As the first group in the world attempting to break into it, the challenge we are about to face is extremely severe, so we must be absolutely meticulous."

　Isis said, pointing her finger above the ground floor of the Treasury Building:

　"First, I need to enter the string array control room and gain control to suppress the purification effect of the string array in the underground of the Treasury."

　"I will assist you," Arya whispered. "We will go in from the shadows."

　"We'll let those who hinder you have a good sleep." Aurora said.

　Isis nodded and continued: