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

　"Falling asleep?" the spirit witch murmured in a low voice.

　"The enemy is likely an agent of the Pale Angel," the Centurion growled. "This is blasphemy..."

　He slowly walked to the side of a fallen guard, squatted down, and gently lifted the soldier's head with his hands.

　Then he saw two huge fish eyes.

　"squeak--"

　The soldier's mouth suddenly opened, and the huge teeth of a shark opened and closed to bite the centurion's neck.

　The centurion suddenly drew the broken sword from his waist and stabbed it into the soldier's temple from the side of his head, making a hole in his skull.

　The sound of weapons clashing was heard, and the centurion turned around and saw that all the guards who had been asleep before had stood up. Their bodies were covered with fish features, and they were biting everything they could see.

　Seeing this, the centurion turned the dagger in his hand, and the flames instantly burned the blade into gold.

　He rushed forward and began to fight with the alienated soldiers.

　The entire corridor suddenly turned into a bloody killing field, with imperial soldiers and deep-sea families

　They clashed with weapons in the small space, and the sounds of screams and flesh tearing were endless.

　The blood soon dyed the ground red, and the centurion's eyes gradually turned red in the fighting.

　Streams of flame burst from his bronze armor, making him look like a lion with a waving mane.

　At this moment, the ethereal voice of the spirit witch suddenly exploded in the depths of his mind:

　"wide awake!"

　The centurion suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was indeed standing in a pool of blood, but there were no mutated deep-sea followers in the corridor.

　He saw that almost all of his soldiers had fallen, and some had burn marks on their bodies.

　In front of him, the spiritual witch was breathing heavily, his pupils a little dilated.

　"you..."

　"The enemy is... in the shadows!"

　After the witch finished speaking, he vomited blood and fell in front of the centurion.

　Behind her, the centurion saw a petite figure wearing a veil.

　A pitch-black dagger was spinning in her hand, and black light flickered on the blade of the dagger.

　"You killed my men?" the centurion growled.

　"No," Alya shook her head, "You killed your people."

　The centurion looked down and saw that his hands were stained with blood.

　When he looked up again, he saw a wound on the witch's abdomen, obviously caused by his dagger.

　Memories came flooding back, and the centurion seemed to see himself suddenly go mad after examining the corpse, turning around and hacking at his own soldiers.

　The figures of those soldiers overlapped with the faces of the deep-sea followers, but... they were not monsters.

　“No…! No!!”

　The centurion roared and turned around, only to see that the petite girl had disappeared.

　The next second, there was a whistling sound of wind behind him——

　"clang--"

　The centurion turned around and swung his sword, knocking Alia, who had just popped out of the shadows, away.

　"Blasphemer!"

　The centurion roared, and flames spurted out from his armor, and the entire corridor was suddenly filled with extreme heat.

　Looking at the furious centurion, Arya leaned down slightly and squinted her eyes to resist the heat wave.

　He actually broke the power of the dream... He was almost able to get rid of him...

　It seems that a head-on confrontation is inevitable...

　Thinking of this, Arya stabbed the dagger into the ground, and a boiling shadow rose from the ground and swallowed her body.

　Seeing this, the centurion roared:

　"Don't try to get rid of me!"

　He thrust the broken sword into the wall fiercely. Golden cracks spread rapidly on the wall, covering the ground and ceiling in an instant.

　Then, those cracks exploded almost simultaneously—

　"boom!"

　In the brilliant golden light, Alia's figure was forced to appear.

　She had just seen the first ray of light when she saw a sharp blade coming at her—

　"clang--"

　The iron blade roared, and Alia caught the centurion's blade for the second time.

　She only felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and then she was thrown out violently.

　The girl fell to the ground and retreated, dodging the centurion's three flaming swords in succession.

　"boom--"

　"boom--"

　"boom--"

　Seizing the gap in the centurion's blade, Arya leaned forward and thrust her dagger—

　"Shhh-"

　The dagger pierced the centurion's abdomen, and a black arc of electricity exploded, instantly knocking him dozens of meters away.

　Before he could stand firm, Arya jumped onto the wall, spun the dagger quickly, and stabbed the centurion's throat.

　"boom--"

　Before she could touch the Centurion, a fireball exploded out of nowhere, knocking her to the ground.

　Arya raised her head and saw that the centurion's eyes were madly emitting golden light. The flames gradually made his face turn black, and the painful expression was frozen on his face like a mask.

　At the same time, slender golden tentacles gradually emerged from under the charred skin. Those tentacles seemed to be made of flames and were illusory.

　Is this what it looks like when a Saint goes berserk?

　Aaliyah didn't have time to think about it. She rubbed her burned wrists and took a breath of hot air.

　Frontal combat has never been Arya's strong suit.

　But she must guard the door behind her, otherwise the Saint Lady will be in danger.

　"Ughhhhhh!!!"

　The centurion puffed out his chest, and violent flames gushed out from the soles of his feet, forming a tornado of fire around him.

　The fire tornado continued to expand, and all the corpses in its path were burned into charcoal and sparks, and then became part of the fire tornado.

　"So scary, so dazzling..."

　Alya murmured softly, closing her eyes and focusing her mind.

　She ignored the high temperature outside and quickly entered the flow state, resonating with her own soul.

　"!"

　When she opened her eyes again, black mysterious runes spread from the corners of her eyes and gradually spread throughout her body.

　Her ears grew longer and longer, turning into the slender ears of an elf.

　At the same time, a pale blue light flowed in her pupils.

　"conquer!"

　Alia roared out the obscure mantra loudly, and the wind pressure exploded in front of her eyes, instantly tearing a hole in the fire tornado.

　The next second, Alia kicked her feet hard, and her petite body flew out like an arrow, stabbing out the dagger -

　"Shhh-"

　The girl's body instantly passed through the crack of the fire tornado, and the sharp blade of the dagger pierced the centurion's face.

　"Puppet." Alia whispered.

　Black threads instantly penetrated from all directions

　The centurion's body and limbs suddenly became stiff.

　The flames on the bronze armor gushed out more and more violently - the centurion's spirit was becoming increasingly hot and restless, roaring to break free from the restraints!

　Enduring the pain of the flames burning her body, Alia clenched the back of her hand, allowing the symbol of the Tree of Life to appear.

　Green light surged in her pupils, and the next second, she saw the string hanging in front of the centurion's neck.

　The string of life.

　"!"

　Arya swung the dagger violently, and a black light flashed across the green string, cutting the string and tearing the centurion's throat.

　The moment the string was cut, the flames surrounding the centurion suddenly spread out in all directions, blasting towards all directions of the corridor—

　"boom!"

　His body was like a kite with a broken string, and his head, which had been talking to him, exploded as it hit the ground, turning into black fragments.

　Alia also sat down on the ground. She crawled back a few steps with difficulty and leaned against the door of the gear ladder.

　A green glow emerged from the back of her hand, healing her injuries, but the pain could not be blocked.

　"What a desperate little bird you are!" Aurora's voice echoed in her mind. "Are you so reluctant to ask me for help?"

　"I want to prove myself worthy," Alia whispered.

　Aurora was silent for a moment, then spoke in a gentle voice:

　"You've always been worth it."

　Alia was stunned for a moment, and a bright smile appeared on her dusty little face.

　"Hey..."

　She took a deep breath, exhaled, and when her injuries had eased considerably, she raised her head and said:

　"Miss Isis, the second wave may arrive soon. How long will it take you?"

　"Ten seconds." Isis's voice was crisp and clear.

　At the bottom of the vault, Xingmo looked up at the ceiling with a solemn expression.

　She was already wearing a veil, and her hazy face made her brows have some of the unique features of an oriental beauty, and her temperament was like an embroidery needle hidden in silk.

　The vault floor was shattered layer by layer, and as the sound grew louder, Xingmo knew that the Supreme Praiser had arrived.

　This was her first time facing the ancient demigod.

　It will take some time for Freya to open the crystal treasure house, and Xingmo must buy this time.

　"boom..."

　"boom.."

　"boom!"

　"boom--"

　Finally, after the ceiling was smashed again, dust poured down, stirring up a cloud of dust in the corridor.

　Behind the smoke and dust, a pair of golden eyes quietly lit up.

　The Supreme Praiser walked over, shook his claws, and the fiery halo on his wrist dissipated.

　"Your souls will tell the story," he said. "Surrender, and I will grant you a painless death."

　Xingmo didn't say anything, just watched the praiser slowly approach.

　When he was less than ten meters away from Xingmo, the floor tiles suddenly exploded, and vines surged out, binding his legs.