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

　Ahmed followed the receptionist through the twists and turns of the underground corridor. From time to time, the golden symbols on the wall would turn at the fork in the road and randomly open one of the doors.

　There are countless ways to pass through the underground passages of the treasure house, and there are thousands of ways to reach a safe, and there is no overlap at all.

　If you try to leave some "passage" in the mystical sense here, you will probably be trapped in the vault for the rest of your life, right?

　The structure of the entire underground treasure house is like a series of separated corridors. Without those golden symbols connecting them, there is no connection between them.

　It might be a little troublesome to escape later...

　""

　In a blink of an eye, Ahmed had been walking underground for twenty minutes.

　Xing Mo could feel that the power of the silk threads in his palms was being continuously weakened - obviously, this meant that Ahmed's existence as a puppet was being gradually eliminated.

　Even if the string array underground reduces the extent of purification, it's still only a matter of time before it's purified...

　When Xing Mo was thinking about this, the receptionist beside him suddenly said:

　"Your Excellency, Archon, may I take the liberty of asking a few questions?"

　They actually started interacting? Xingmo frowned.

　Then Ahmed answered decisively:

　"Do not."

　Refuse to interact.

　The receptionist's smile remained unchanged. He nodded respectfully and said,

　"Okay, as you wish."

　"He doesn't seem weak..." Floating in the darkness, Elder Yuwen murmured in a low voice, "Miss Saint, be careful, he may have noticed something."

　"Don't worry, it's expected." Xing Mo said lightly.

　In fact, Xingmo had been observing the receptionist's emotions through the "Ocean of Consciousness" established by Aurora.

　She could clearly feel the receptionist's mood change from calm to slightly confused.

　There is no doubt that as a saint, he should possess a higher level of spiritual vision.

　On this basis, then, it makes sense that he could sense that something was wrong with Ahmed.

　After all, Ahmed's "existence" is currently being continuously weakened by the underground string array.

　But Xingmo did not think this meant exposure. When Ahmed was defeated in the eye of the storm, he sought retreat at the cost of sacrificing one-third of his soul, and he himself did not have a complete spiritual body.

　Under this premise, it is normal for his spirit to contain some ominous power.

　After all, he had said at the God's Chosen Meeting that he would use the power of the curse as a weapon to attack the Citadel.

　"Don't worry, I'm in good condition," Ahmed added. "Don't worry about me."

　"Ah, in that case, I'm relieved." The receptionist nodded.

　Obviously, it is completely understandable that our clients have some small secrets that they cannot express.

　Xing Mo was thinking so when suddenly, a magnificent roar was heard, as if something was moving at high speed in the vertical shaft.

　Obviously, that is the crystal treasure house!

　"Aurora, we can start now." Xingmo said in her mind.

　"Then let's make a fuss!"

　In the dessert shop, Aurora snapped her fingers, and a light green halo spread out.

　Countless complex lights and shadows suddenly flashed in her pupils. Each light and shadow was a slice of a perspective, and there were dozens of perspectives in total.

　On a street drenched in heavy rain, a manhole cover was suddenly lifted, revealing a head wearing a leather hat.

　One, two, five, ten, countless mercenaries in leather armor crawled out of the sewers and stood on the rain- and fog-filled streets.

　They were once mercenaries of the Immortal Division, responsible for guarding Isis Castle.

　Now, they are well-trained and ready to raid the Treasury!

　""

　Soon, all the mercenaries climbed out of the well and onto the street, forming a line.

　This whole process took less than half a minute, and due to the cover of heavy rain, the Sky Garden was not discovered in time.

　On the roof, Alia saw this and whispered:

　"assault."

　Her pupils gradually turned dark, and she quickly took control of these puppets, directing them to rush towards the gate of the Treasury!

　In the hall of the Treasury, the sound of the stylus across the record stirred up waves of classical music, so elegant that it seemed like a fairyland isolated from the world.

　The next second, the door burst open, and a dozen mercenaries rushed in with muskets in hand, firing wildly at everything they could see inside the hall.

　“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!”

　The two low-level receptionists at the door were instantly knocked over by bullets and had no chance to resist.

　The attendants in bronze armor were also caught off guard by this sudden attack. The bullets fired by the mercenaries seemed to have

　With some kind of power amplification, it could instantly create a crack in the magically protected bronze armor and throw them to the other end of the hall.

　The alarm sounded, and the door leading to the vault in the Treasury Pavilion was instantly blocked by four or five golden runes. A large group of guards gathered from all directions and formed a defense line in the hall.

　The mercenaries rushed towards the defense line as if they were not afraid of death, but before they were halfway there, a fireball exploded between them.

　"boom"

　The black and red flames instantly engulfed half of the mercenaries, and the rest were thrown in all directions.

　Some were thrown against the wall and burned to ashes, while others were stuck to the dome and turned into bloody fragments when they fell.

　After the flames dissipated, the Supreme Praiser walked straight towards the last surviving mercenary and grabbed his head with his hand.

　"Ahhhh!"

　"You bear the mark of the Undying Division," the Jackal whispered. "Tell me your true master."

　"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

　The mercenary screamed, a painful grumble coming from his throat:

　"We serve the supreme Golden King!"

　""

　The flames in the jackal's eye sockets danced rapidly, turning into rotating turbines.

　Then, he grabbed the mercenary's head with his two iron hands, dug his thumbs into his eye sockets, and pressed hard -

　"Pfft!"

　The mercenary's head exploded, and his headless body fell to the ground, blood all over the place.

　"Ahmed..."

　The praiser turned around and prepared to walk towards the vault door and force his way into the vault.

　However, the guards of the Treasury stopped him.

　They formed into battle lines, raised their spears in unison, and aimed at the praisers.

　"What are you doing?" the Jackal's voice was low.

　The next second, the guards rushed forward, shouting war cries as they ran.

　The Supreme Praiser did not hesitate at all. His body turned into a golden shadow and rushed forward, with flames dragging on his iron claws.

　He grabbed it fiercely and instantly tore a guard's body in half, blood and flesh bursting out.

　"Zira——"

　"Click——"

　"Pfft-"

　He fought with the most primitive methods, his sharp claws tearing through the bronze armor, crushing and burning the flesh underneath.

　This is a tribute to the golden people.

　The guards continued to attack the praiser as if they were not afraid of death. Their spears exploded into liquid almost instantly when they touched the demigod's armor, and the high-temperature molten metal splashed everywhere and fell to the ground.

　The battle that transcends levels is almost a complete one-sided crushing!

　Less than half a minute later, the Praiser smashed the head of the last guard, then kicked his body away, and it hit the wall and exploded into a ball of blood.

　He shook off the blood on his iron claws, then stepped over the corpses on the ground and walked towards the vault door.

　Looking at the gate blocked by golden runes, the Praiser raised his fist, and a raging flame emerged from nowhere and gathered on his claws—

　"boom--"

　He shattered the layers of golden runes with one punch, and the door split into four pieces under his punch.

　The eulogist rushed into the broken door without hesitation, but found himself stepping into empty space.

　He was suspended above the sea.

　The sea...? The praiser looked around, the flames in his eye sockets dancing repeatedly.

　It was a dream, and he suddenly understood his situation.

　The next second, the huge tentacle broke through the waves and slammed into the jackal, knocking him away.

　""

　The praiser was flying over the sea and sighing deeply.

　"Okay, okay, we've dragged him into that pale angel's dream again!"

　Aurora's voice rang out in Xingmo's mind, sounding very excited.

　Xingmo was so excited that she felt a little embarrassed.

　My goodness, there is a rainstorm and a dream about the evil god. This time the main messenger behind this is going to become a pale angel again?

　How should I put it? It's happened so many times that I feel a little embarrassed.

　"The alarm has been triggered. Someone will be sent from the Sky Garden shortly, but they will prioritize the situation on the upper floors."

　"Next, it's your turn to perform!"

　"learn."

　Xing Mo whispered, turning to look at Freya and Yu Wen beside him:

　"be prepared."

　Seeing the two elves nodded, Xingmo turned his attention back to Ahmed's perspective.

　As golden runes gradually outlined the door leading to the deep well, purple-gold light poured out from the crack in the door, revealing what lay behind it—

　——A huge polygonal purple crystal.

　No, it should not be called amethyst. The brilliance on its surface is constantly changing. A deep and ancient aura flows through the surface of the crystal, emitting spiritual pressure.

　There is no doubt that the existence of the Crystal Treasury itself is a sacred object.

　A faint whisper lingered in Ahmed's ears, trying to tell him something.

　But he couldn't hear, he was dead.

　"The treasury has been docked," the receptionist turned and looked at Ahmed with a smile. "Perhaps we should complete the access quickly, Your Excellency the Archon."

　"What happened?" Ahmed asked.

　"Unfortunately, it seems someone is trying to attack the Treasury," the receptionist shook his head. "We haven't been attacked by such daring people for a long time. In fact, this kind of thing

　That hasn’t happened in nearly a hundred years.”

　"Oh? How could someone be so bold?" Ahmed frowned.

　"Yes, so I may need to...go back to help as soon as possible." The receptionist smiled elegantly.

　"It's okay, young man. I will help you fight off those despicable bugs later." Ahmed smiled.

　"I'd love to hear that," the receptionist nodded. "Then, Your Excellency, Archon, please extend your hand for a spiritual seal matching."