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

　"Then, Miss Jiedeti will manipulate Ahmed into entering the Treasury and, using her status as the owner of a storage room in the Crystal Treasury, demand that the vault be opened."

　"Well, I will hide in the shadow of Ahmed." Xing Mo turned and looked at Freya. "Ms. Freya will come with me. As for Elder Yuwen..."

　"I'm fine," Yuwen said shakily, "Don't worry, I'm very good."

　Is it really that neat? Xingmo gave him a look of distrust.

　"Don't worry, Grandpa Yuwen will still be able to move when he needs to." Freya smiled.

　"Well, it would be more convenient to have another light elf," Xingmo nodded. "We will enter the underground structure of the Treasury under the guidance of the receptionist, right?"

　"Indeed, during this process, the puppet should be able to reach the end due to the suppression of the string magic array," Isis said. "However, when it reaches the crystal treasure house, due to the lack of soul, the puppet's disguise will be exposed, and the alarm of the treasure house will sound."

　"We've figured out a way to deal with this alarm," Aurora said, clapping her hands.

　In an instant, the shadows on the ground began to boil, and a team of mercenaries emerged from them.

　They were the mercenaries who were once sent by the Immortal Division to guard Isis.

　"When the little saint is about to reach the front of the crystal treasury, these mercenaries will rush from the first floor of the treasury, enter the hall, and attempt to attack the string array control room."

　"We will give them a certain amount of strength, and they should be able to fight the guards of the Treasury Pavilion for a long time."

　"And they're attacking the string array control room. By then, the bank's emergency response system should have sealed off that room, and Isis and Alia would be completely safe inside!"

　After hearing Aurora's explanation, Isis raised her hand and asked:

　"However, it would be very difficult to storm the Treasury through the main gate, as the Sky Garden is constantly monitoring the building. If anything unusual happens, they will be stopped on the street. These mercenaries probably won't even be able to get through the ring city."

　"It's okay, we have a secret passage."

　Aurora smiled mysteriously and then looked at Xingmo beside her:

　"Remember the underground passage we discovered?"

　"Well, the underground passage connecting the entire New Garo is controlled by the Immortal Division."

　Xing Mo said as he took out the drawn map and placed it on the table.

　"The puppet mercenaries will quickly raid through the underground passage to the underground exit near the Treasury, and then enter the gate."

　"Not only that, an unprecedented thunderstorm will provide cover for this raid," Aurora blinked. "We have some good friends on the sea. I already told her the last time I spoke to her."

　Refers to Bai Ling, the Storm Narwhal.

　"Afterwards, the Hanging Gardens will attribute this rainstorm to the handiwork of the Pale Angel," Xing Mo nodded, "which ties in with the previous clues."

　"I'm smart, right~" Aurora gave a small wink.

　"You're the smartest," Xingmo smiled and rubbed Aurora's head. "You're always the quickest to come up with plans to harm others."

　"Just tell me if it's powerful or not!"

　"Amazing, very awesome~"

　Xingmo rubbed the white kitten again and turned her gaze back to the table:

　"Under the mercenaries' attack, it will be difficult for them to be distracted and pay attention to the situation underground. We will have enough time to deal with the receptionist and reach the crystal vault."

　"Then, two helpers from the Silver Blade Tribe will help us cross the space and get the things in the treasure house."

　"Leave it to us!" Freya gave a thumbs up. "If it doesn't work, we'll destroy it!"

　"That's what I thought," Aurora nodded with a smile. "Don't be too nervous. At worst, we'll kill you."

　"Killing him is a last resort, because it will inevitably expose our whereabouts. After all, there are not many traceable things in this world..."

　Xingmo didn't finish her words. She didn't want Isis to be scared by the fact that Aurora was an angel.

　She cleared her throat and changed the subject:

　"After we get what we want, we will blast a path directly from the basement of the Treasury to the underground transportation network, and then decide where to go next based on the situation."

　"That's the general plan. Now that everything is clear, let's get ready."

Chapter 236: The Great Robbery! (Part 9) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The crescent moon shines brightly, casting an icy blue hue on the city skyline of Singara.

　Under the moon, in a corner of the garden, a girl was swinging on a swing woven from vines, staring at the starry sky in a daze.

　Xing Mo came to the back garden with a plate of desserts. She saw Aurora on the swing from a distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

　She walked over to the swing and tapped the plate with her wand, causing it to float in the air.

　"Little ancestor, supper is here."

　"Great!" Aurora came back to her senses, reached out and grabbed the donut on the plate, and started eating it with a crunch.

　At the same time, vines grew from the ground, quickly forming the shape of a rattan chair.

　Xingmo sat down on the rattan chair, looked up at the night sky with Aurora, and started eating dessert.

　"Don't eat too much at night, it's easy to gain weight." Xing Mo said.

　"We won't gain weight, it's okay."

　After a brief conversation, there was silence for more than ten minutes.

　The two seemed to have formed some kind of strange tacit understanding. They just looked at the starry sky together, watching the stars dim under the light of the blue moon.

　After a long time, Xing Mo suddenly said:

　"What kind of existence do you think the Shepherd Star String will be?"

　"How would we know? Maybe that thing doesn't even exist." Aurora said nonchalantly.

　Xingmo shook his head:

　"How could the Court of Redemption have done so much and put so much effort just to get something that doesn't exist?"

　"Isn't this quite normal?" Aurora smiled. "Don't characters in many stories spend their entire lives pursuing what they desire, only to discover at death that it was all in vain? Reality is no different."

　"It would be nice if that were the case," Xingmo sighed, "but now it seems that I think it is true."

　Aurora turned her head on the swaying swing, and what came into her sight was Xingmo's profile outlined by the blue moonlight.

　A hint of sadness emerged from those green eyes, like a small salt mountain emerging from the surging sea.

　When she first arrived in this world, Aurora didn't understand this emotion. She didn't understand why someone would devote their entire life to a great goal like "God's teachings." It was like a moth to a flame, meaningless and foolish.

　You can clearly stay out of it, but you insist on carrying so many unnecessary things on your shoulders.

　Aurora didn't say anything on the surface, but in fact

　Actually, it feels like it's just plain stupid.

　God did not respond to you, God did not give you food, God did not save you.

　It is your parents who respond to you, it is your hands that harvest food from the fields, and it is those who stand up in times of danger that save you.

　So why do all this for the so-called "doctrine"?

　But now, Aurora found that she could understand.

　Maybe it’s because of what my sister said.

　"As a mortal, how can I protect mortals? The price is high."

　Aurora spoke calmly, looking up at the night sky:

　"The Star Sea Goddess does one thing very well, which is to let a guardian like you stand out from the crowd."

　"Maybe." Xingmo smiled.

　"But I feel that it's not the goddess's followers who stand up, but you yourself."

　Aurora spoke, her gaze meeting Xingmo's, her eyes gleaming like a blade:

　"Little Saint, whatever the Shepherd's String is, go and uncover it."

　"Don't be afraid, we will help you."

　""

　After Aurora finished speaking, Xingmo was stunned.

　It took her a moment to react before she realized that the little guy seemed to be... comforting?

　I didn't say anything, how could you be so perceptive?

　Thinking this way, Xingmo stood up, walked to the swing, and reached out to pick up Aurora.

　"Hey hey hey! What are you doing! Blasphemy! Blasphemy~"

　"You're becoming less and less like an evil god," Xing Mo smiled, "more like a human."

　"Are you scolding me?"

　"No, it's 100% praise!"

　Xingmo held Aurora and spun around a few times under the moon, then held her back on the swing.

　The two of them swung on the swing together. The moonlight was still quiet, but no longer so cold.

　"Robbing a bank is not a kind thing to do. We are just worried that you will feel guilty." Aurora said lightly.

　"Um..."

　Xingmo rubbed Aurora's head and looked at the back garden under the moon, lost in thought.

　"Indeed, this is a standard...crime."

　Xing Mo sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly:

　"After all, we condemn the Imperials for being unscrupulous, but aren't we just as unscrupulous?"

　"The means justify the means," Aurora blinked. "At this point, if you still care about morality and justice, you're just setting a trap for yourself."

　"We don't want to see a little saint who still dares to act in the face of a crisis. Wouldn't that be unethical? Wouldn't that make her a little saint who becomes timid and afraid of the consequences?"

　“That’s right…”

　Xingmo lowered her head and looked at the blades of grass on the lawn.

　Of course she knew that everything she did was to protect the city and the people behind her.

　But what difference does it make if we shift the perspective to Ahmed and the Golden King?

　Isn't everything they do for the golden people?

　Over the course of thousands of years, the blood of the Golden People seeped into the desert and even gathered into a long river of curse.

　And in this long river, countless wronged souls roared, wailed, and cried out their hatred to all living beings.

　Everything the Golden King did was for revenge, so that the Golden People could survive in the New World.

　But if the price of survival is the death of the other party, perhaps no one will be merciful.

　Xingmo raised her head and looked at the night sky:

　"It's quite dark," she said.

　"Enjoy the night~" Aurora smiled, "This may be our last night in Singara."

　The girl raised her head, framed the pale blue crescent moon with her hands, and blew gently.

　"It's going to rain~" she whispered.

　In the endless darkness, the great sage Thoth Ibrahim suddenly opened his eyes.

　He breathed heavily, his skinny hands clutching his chest fiercely.

　In the darkness, my heartbeat became faster and faster.

　"Oh... Lord... Lord of the Golden Light... The divine fragrance lingers around you..."

　"You have sprinkled wine on the carpet... and made your servants feast on wine... and made your servants feast on blood..."

　"Clear spring... Clear spring... Clear spring..."

　As the great sage spoke, his eyes gradually became blurred.

　In the whites of his eyes, dots of ink-colored threads gradually seeped out, and then emitted a red light.

　He knew the time had come.

　A great technology begins with this as its starting point and will surely be passed down through the ages.