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

　Seeing this, Isis pulled out a spherical object from her waist, pressed it quickly a few times, and then threw it into the deep well.

　"Zizzi-"

　The sphere began to spin rapidly when it was thrown into the deep well. Countless thick electric snakes spewed out irregularly, quickly illuminating the deep well into a silver-white color.

　Isis turned around and walked towards the mechanical altar, pressing the mark and saying:

　"Miss Saint, go to the bottom floor and find the crystal treasure house. I've already sent it down."

　Behind her, silver light exploded, and the arc storm instantly destroyed the anti-gravity string array in the deep well.

　The crystal treasure house suddenly lost the pull of gravity and began to fall rapidly down the deep well.

　"The bottom? Okay, got it."

　After receiving Isis's message, Xingmo turned around and nodded to the two elves:

　"Based on mental calculations, we're probably on the eighty-seventh floor underground. We have about thirteen more floors to go down."

　"It's a small problem."

　Freya said as she took off the silver bracelet from her wrist and put it on her index finger and turned it twice.

　The bracelet quickly grew larger, enough for three people to jump over.

　Freya threw the bracelet to the ground and then sang softly:

　“Through me, enter the city of pain;”

　"Through me, into the pit of everlasting misery;"

　"Through me, enter the crowd of those who are doomed."

　The surface of the silver bracelet was quickly dyed with golden light, carving on the space.

　Soon, the floor took on a translucent texture, as if it could be walked through at will.

　Is this the light elves' space grafting technology... Xing Mo thought so and nodded.

　"Then let's go."

　Before leaving, Xingmo turned his head and looked at Ahmed's body.

　The Marine Archon's face was calm, showing no emotion at all.

　He had died a long time ago, and his death now was meaningless to him because he was no longer himself.

　Xing Mo pulled the vault key from his collar and whispered:

　"Rest in peace, people of gold."

　After saying that, she turned around, was the first to pass through the ring, and jumped into the deep darkness.

　"!"

　The Supreme Praiser suddenly tore apart the tentacles in the deep sea, and then punched into the space.

　He twisted his wrist and tore it apart, forcibly tearing the dream apart once again—

　"Pfft-"

　With the sound of breaking glass, the Supreme Praiser returned to reality.

　The first thing he saw was the mercenaries surrounding him—all intact, but with no light in their eyes.

　He was hugging the Supreme Praiser tightly, and plants similar to water plants grew on his body.

　Curse of the Pale Angel?

　The Supreme Praiser calmly looked at the puppets around him, and then, flames burst out from under his robes—

　"boom--"

　The flames instantly burned the mercenaries into black charcoal, which scattered all over the ground with crackling sounds.

　At this time, a group of people quickly rushed in through the gate of the Treasury - they were the army from the Hanging Gardens, and they finally arrived late.

　"Praise... Your Excellency," the centurion knelt on one knee before the jackal, "How is the situation?"

　"The halls have been desecrated," the Supreme Praiser murmured softly, "someone seeks to steal their secrets."

　At this time, the spirit witch who had closed his eyes upon entering the hall opened his eyes and said quickly:

　"The Crystal Treasury isn't in the right state. It's falling!"

　"That is the intruder's goal." said the Supreme Praiser.

　"Then let's go in and nail them to the wall of the vault." The centurion's voice was low.

　"No, I'll take charge from now on."

　The Supreme Praiser said, pointing to the ceiling:

　"You are responsible to the higher-ups."

　Above...? The Centurion and the Spirit Shaman raised their heads, and almost simultaneously understood what the Praiser meant.

　——Something is wrong in the string array control room!

　""

　The Supreme Praiser walked to the door of the vault, plunged his claws into the door, and then tore it open.

　The army in bronze armor followed the tall jackal through the vault door and into the endless darkness.

　"Miss Isis, the army is coming this way."

　Alia tears through the darkness and emerges from Isis's shadow.

　She turned around and saw Isis quickly adjusting the mechanical altar.

　"We should go." Alia patted Isis's shoulder gently.

　"Don't worry, this place won't be easily breached."

　Isis was very calm:

　"If I'm not mistaken, the Supreme Praiser won't come to take care of us. He will go directly underground."

　"He should have realized the true purpose of this robbery. It's not us who are in trouble, it's Miss Saint."

　"What should we do then?" Alia asked worriedly.

　"It's simple. I will re-activate the Purification String Array," Isis said calmly. "The Supreme Praiser is the product of a curse.

　Then let him feel the power of purification."

　After saying that, Isis started tinkering with the mechanical altar. She quickly pressed a few buttons, and rows of blue lights lit up.

　"The string array is recharging," Isis turned to look at Alia, "until then, don't let anyone in."

　"Well, leave it to me."

　Arya twirled the dagger and walked straight towards the gear ladder.

　Facing an army, one person seems a little powerless.

　But Arya wasn't afraid.

　"Lord of Dreams, please lend me a hand." The girl murmured in a low voice.

　A faint green light emerged from the back of Alia's hand, rippling layer by layer in the space and spreading downwards.

　The power of dreams is eroding the real world.

　Note 1: Excerpted from Dante’s Divine Comedy.

Chapter 240: The Great Robbery! (Part 13) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Descending rapidly in the silver ring, Xingmo only felt the scenery of the vault passing by before his eyes layer by layer.

　The magic of the light elves perfectly broke the vault mechanism carefully designed by the imperials, which was almost the same as speed running.

　As expected of a race that has not been born in a thousand years, they always have some unique skills hidden in their hands.

　""

　As he fell rapidly, the mark on the back of Xingmo's hand suddenly lit up.

　At the same time, Aurora's voice rang in her mind:

　"The jackal is chasing you. Do you need our help?"

　"No need," Xingmo said calmly, "Ms. Isis can handle it."

　"Okay, if there's any emergency, just call me. Um...waiter, I also want a strawberry milkshake!"

　Good man, you seem to be enjoying yourself out there... Xingmo muttered inwardly, then focused her attention on what was in front of her.

　She quickly spread her senses and felt the spiritual field around her.

　Then, she sensed a slight unsettling disturbance.

　He is the Supreme Praiser.

　He had already entered the underground vault and was quickly chasing towards the bottom floor.

　"Ms. Freya, be ready to escape at any time," Xingmo said, "We cannot confront the Praisers head-on."

　A demigod who mastered the magic of the eight strings, Xingmo didn't think he could match him.

　If eight-string magic of the level of Yi's Eye were released directly underground, not to mention Xingmo, half of the Treasury would probably be burned to ashes.

　"arrive!"

　At this time, the three of them fell to the bottom of the vault.

　Xingmo drew out his wand and waved it towards the blocked door ahead——

　"boom!"

　A black and red fireball exploded, shattering the vault door into pieces.

　Xing Mo's gaze passed through the vault door, and the bottom of the dark deep well appeared before her eyes.

　It was a structure similar to an altar, with a string array engraved on the ground, emitting a faint purple light.

　Before Xingmo could look carefully, she heard the whistling wind.

　"coming."

　Xingmo extended his wand, played the strings, and summoned a barrier of starlight in front of the three of them.

　At the same time, a giant object with a trail of flames slammed heavily onto the base of the altar.

　"boom--"

　The shock wave spread out along with a purple halo, and the golden barrier flashed rapidly, diverting the shock wave to both sides.

　When the smoke and dust cleared, the crooked crystal treasure house appeared in front of the group.

　"Freya." Xingmo nodded.

　The Elf Princess quickly stepped forward and pressed the silver ring onto the surface of the crystal treasure house.

　Meanwhile, Juve chanted behind her:

　"You who are about to enter this place;"

　"Abandon all hope!"

　Complex light appeared on the inside of the ring and began to collide with the light on the surface of the crystal treasure house.

　Soon, the latter gradually dissipated under the power of the silver ring, like the water surface at receding tide.

　"Five minutes," Freya turned around, "Miss Saint?"

　"He's coming." Xing Mo was looking up at the ceiling.

　In her tree vision, a huge black shadow was repeatedly smashing through the floor, breaking through the vault floor layer by layer.

　"Be ready for a fight."

　Xingmo flicked her wand, and golden sparks flew out.

　On the corridor leading to the string array control room, the centurion led the soldiers in a rapid march.

　The gear ladder was not far away, and by the ladder door, two rows of soldiers were lying on the ground, snoring.