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

　This is the final step in opening the crystal treasure house: using the special mark on the client's spirit body to resonate with the treasure house, thereby opening the treasure house.

　But Ahmed could not do this, he was a puppet and his spirit had dissipated.

　"I understand." Ahmed nodded.

　He stepped forward and extended his hand toward the giant crystal.

　Then, he snapped his fingers—

　"boom"

　A huge fireball instantly exploded in the passage, engulfing the receptionist before he could react!

　The raging flames licked the walls of the vault, leaving black burn marks on the surface. Some of the safes were even burned out of shape, and the molten gold flowed on the walls like tears.

　Ahmed snapped his fingers again, and the flames dissipated. The receptionist's body had disappeared, leaving only a charred skeleton lying on the ground.

　He was dealt with easily... Ahmed stepped over the skeleton and walked towards the crystal treasure house.

　The next second, Xing Mo suddenly felt a strong spiritual pressure coming, accompanied by a sharp blade piercing from the depths of darkness -

　——A ball of black air was rapidly passing through the shadow world and rushing towards her!

　"Jump out quickly!" Xing Mo shouted, turned his wrist, and used the Rib of Saint Nero to tear open the darkness.

　She and the two elves jumped out of Ahmed's shadow and landed on the floor of the vault.

　At the same time, a pure black sickle-shaped shadow cut off Ahmed's shadow.

　At the same time, blood burst out from Ahmed's waist, his upper body shook, fell from the waist and fell to the ground.

　Looking at Ahmed's lower body, which was still standing there, Xingmo saw a dark skeleton surrounded by shadows, and the sickle in its hand.

　The shadows were stitched onto the surface of the skeleton inch by inch, gradually forming the shape of flesh and blood, and soon the smiling face of the receptionist was restored.

　"Your Excellency the Archon...or rather, the lady hiding in the shadows."

　The receptionist's body kept reappearing under the stitching of shadows, the darkness simulating the form of flesh and blood, blasphemous and filthy.

　His head tilted at an abnormal 90 degrees, and with a "click", a twisted smile appeared on his face that was half flesh and half shadow.

　"You are careless."

Chapter 239: The Great Robbery! (Part 12) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Looking at the receptionist's twisted head and half-black, half-human body, Xingmo knew that something was wrong.

　Oh no, this guy is not only a saint, but also a mythical creature?

　What kind of weird creature is this!

　Looking at the semi-materialized receptionist, Xingmo didn't waste any more time.

　She drew her wand and plucked the string of fire, sending a torrent of flames filling the vault corridor once again, engulfing him.

　But in just a moment, the flames quickly converged towards a point - the receptionist reached out and grabbed the flames played by Xingmo, making them all gather in his hands, constantly twisting and shrinking.

　"No one has ever been able to rob the Treasury," the receptionist said with a strange smile, "from the past to the present..."

　"Really? But we're not human!"

　The sound of birdsong suddenly rang out. The receptionist turned around and saw a girl with platinum hair leaping into the sky, with a longbow made of roses and thorns growing in her hand.

　An arrow composed of pure green light shot out, accurately hitting the receptionist's heart—

　"Om-"

　The ray of light pierced the black fog, as if it had hit a solid entity. Green light patterns continued to spread inside the black fog, like a sapling taking root and sprouting.

　At this moment, a flash of surprise flashed across the receptionist's eyes, and the hand that was gathering the flames was briefly unbalanced.

　Seeing this, Xingmo flicked his wand and detonated the fire string—

　"boom!"

　The explosion instantly blew the receptionist back repeatedly. His half-black mist, half-human body scattered to different corners of the corridor and quickly gathered.

　Before he could stand still, a faint singing voice came:

　"O magnanimous and merciful living one;"

　"You walked through the dark air to visit us who had stained the land with blood." (Note 1)

　The singing made a sound like a knife cutting through glass as it passed through the space. The receptionist felt a frenzy in his mind, and the body constructed of black fog was suddenly torn into pieces by the knife.

　He tried to gather his body, but found that the rose arrow rooted in his body had completely spread to every part of his spirit, firmly imprisoning him in place.

　"Elf...?"

　A moment of surprise flashed across the receptionist's eyes, but only for a moment.

　Because in the next second, a nimble figure holding a cane, like a cheetah, flew through the smoke and dust, and hit the receptionist on the head with the cane -

　——It’s Elder Yuwen.

　His cane smashed the receptionist's head directly, and his two eyeballs flew out, accompanied by splashes of black liquid.

　Juventus did not give him time to recover. He pulled out a silver blade from under his robe and plunged it into the opponent's body.

　The waiter's chest.

　This time, the receptionist had no chance to transform into black mist. His body quickly condensed into flesh and blood, and his spirit screamed and wailed:

　"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

　Yuwen looked indifferently at the piece of flesh that was gradually solidifying under the penetration of the silver blade. His pupils gradually lit up green, and he chanted:

　"He was once so glorious, but now he is ugly;"

　“He actually raised his eyebrows and confronted his Creator;”

　"He is the source of all evil in the world." (Note 1)

　The chanting sound pried open the power beneath the space, and pure light swarmed out, like a school of fish rising and falling on the sea, constantly dancing on the receptionist's body.

　Then, Juve suddenly turned the silver blade——

　"Pfft!"

　The receptionist's flesh and blood exploded, turning into specks of darkness and dissipating in mid-air.

　Yuwen shook the silver blade, turned around, and nodded to Xingmo:

　"He is a filthy descendant, with both human and ghost characteristics coexisting, forming a duality."

　Hearing Juventus's comments, Xingmo roughly understood what he meant:

　The host is a human who has received the power of the curse.

　The characteristics he exhibits are very similar to those of the Death Song, but he retains human consciousness.

　The Treasury is actually utilizing the power of cursed followers?

　It seems that the roots of the evil god Invisible Mist are deeply rooted in the Machiavelli Empire.

　"Then it's time to open the Crystal Treasury."

　Xingmo turned her head and looked at the polyhedron crystal not far away.

　However, the moment her eyes fell on the crystal, a ripple surged beneath the space.

　The next second, the crystal treasure house moved rapidly upwards and almost instantly disappeared from Xing Mo's sight.

　At the same time, the doors in the corridor slammed shut, locking Xing Mo and his group in the underground vault!

　"Oh no," Freya frowned, "there was an accident."

　"Is this...an insurance mechanism?" Juve thought thoughtfully.

　"Soul mark!" Xing Mo blurted out.

　The opening of the crystal treasure house requires the resonance of the soul imprint.

　This shows that the way this holy object receives instructions is through soul imprint!

　When the receptionist died, his spirit should have issued a command to the Crystal Treasury, causing it to float up quickly.

　It is also possible that the Crystal Treasury detected the disappearance of the receptionist's spiritual seal and automatically executed emergency measures.

　"I didn't expect that the receptionist is actually part of the insurance measure..." Xingmo murmured.

　"This is a bit troublesome..." Freya waved her hand, causing the rose bow to dissipate. "Do we have to go up and start all over again?"

　"It's definitely too late. The Supreme Praiser is still in a dream, but the Hanging Gardens aren't so stupid as to be unable to react by now."

　Xingmo said this, closing her eyes, and the Tree of Life mark on the back of her hand lit up.

　"Isis, can you confirm the location of the Crystal Treasury?"

　"Wait a moment."

　In the string array control room, Isis stood in the center of the mechanical altar, quickly adjusting the rows of buttons in front of her.

　Soon, she said:

　"We are ascending at full speed towards the top floor, probably on our way to reaching the highest floor of the main building."

　"It's really a rational decision. When the underground is no longer safe, then the sky closest to the sky garden is the safest..." Xing Mo murmured.

　"I'll figure it out."

　Isis said, jogging off the altar and walking to the other side of the control room.

　There is a huge black crystal window on this side, behind which is the deep well where the crystal treasure house is moving.

　A loud noise came from the deep well. It wouldn't be long before the crystal treasure house would float up here.

　"Master Prophet, lend me some strength."

　Isis pressed the seal and whispered.

　A few seconds later, a lazy voice came from her mind:

　"okay."

　After receiving a positive answer, Isis took a deep breath and immediately tore open the skirt at her abdomen.

　A hole was folded on the flat belly, revealing the constantly running gears and mechanisms, as well as the fast-running turbine underneath.

　This is a special modification that Isis prepared for this operation - a built-in fire string cannon.

　A row of wing-like structures spread out from her back, constantly vibrating in the air.

　At the same time, black curse power surged out from the space behind her.

　That is the power that Isis borrowed.

　Normally, the purification array in her body can slowly transition the curse power surging from the black heart into pure fire string power, but the speed is relatively slow.

　Isis relies on the power of the fire string to push the steam core to keep this body running.

　And now, she will draw the power of the curse from the outside world and transform it into pure energy—

　"Buzzing..."

　The black gas was sucked into the wing-like structure, outlining red lines as it flowed through Isis's body, and finally gathered in her lower abdomen.

　Isis took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the mechanical eye was already emitting a brilliant golden light—

　"boom"

　The turbine spun violently, spewing out columns of fire that hit the deep well glass that isolated the control room of the string array.

　Since all the soldiers stationed in the string array control room had been transferred to the hall to participate in the battle, no one noticed that something was wrong here at the first time.

　When the flames dissipated, Isis gasped and looked up at the crystal glass.

　A huge lava cave

　What caught my eye was a large hole burned into the crystal glass, and the liquid crystal, still glowing red, was slowly condensing into a solid.

　Isis walked quickly to the molten cave and looked down into the deep well.

　She saw that the crystal treasure house was gradually approaching the top, and the surface with surging light became clearer and clearer.

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