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

　Seeing this, Juventus immediately tapped the ground with his staff and chanted:

　"O magnanimous and merciful living one;"

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

　Pure white light emerged from the vines and pierced into the feet of the praiser like a silver snake.

　"Light elf?" he whispered.

　"You are knowledgeable." Yuwen smiled kindly.

　"As lives sank and floated in the sea of ​​sand dunes, you chose to stand by and watch," said the Supreme Praiser. "Retreating to the mountains would have been your best outcome."

　The jackal raised his wrist, and fire burst out from between the armor plates.

　But his hands soon stiffened - countless black threads pierced into his body, turning him into a puppet inch by inch.

　The Supreme Praiser raised his head and saw the girl holding up the magic wand and the silk threads stretching across the air.

　The trap had been set long before he arrived.

　"What a wonderful show, like a midnight show at the theatre."

　The Supreme Praiser's eyes looked at Xingmo. For some reason, at this moment Xingmo felt as if something had pierced his chest.

　It's spiritual pressure.

　Extremely powerful spiritual pressure.

　The next second, all the black threads broke, and the vines wrapped around the jackal's legs were burned by the flames.

　The Supreme Praiser snapped his wrists, and strings of flames burst out from his armor, swaying in the air.

　He looked directly at Xingmo and whispered:

　"You're quite an excellent puppeteer, aren't you?"

　"Miss Xingmo."

Chapter 241: The Great Robbery! (Part 14) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The moment Xingmo heard her name from the mouth of the praiser, her mind went blank for a moment.

　He actually... recognized me?

　How...

　""

　Seeing Xingmo fall silent, the praiser laughed softly.

　"Oh, don't be surprised. Let this be a little secret between us," the Praiser said. "You escaped the snowstorm of the Caradorans Mountains, but now you have fallen into a trap. I should give you a formal thank you."

　As he spoke, the golden light in his eyes became more and more violent.

　"Get out of the way!" Xing Mo shouted.

　The next second, the golden fireball expanded and instantly swept across half of the vault corridor!

　Xingmo stabbed the magic wand into the ground, and the golden barrier rose into the air, and then was torn apart by the flames after a few seconds -

　"Pfft-"

　The turbulent flow of flames threw Xing Mo and Yu Wen out together and fell on

　Not far from the crystal treasure house.

　Xing Mo struggled to get up and saw a tall figure in a wide robe strolling leisurely through the smoke and dust, walking towards her slowly.

　As the Supreme Praiser walked, he stretched out his hand, and a fireball gradually condensed on his iron claws.

　"You've prayed to your goddess countless times," the Supreme Praiser chuckled. "How ironic."

　Yuwen got up, swung his cane, and slammed it hard on the ground.

　"Buzz—" Silver lightning surged from the bottom of the cane, twisting and rolling towards the jackal.

　The Jackal simply waved his hand, and the burst of golden light instantly engulfed the lightning, and knocked Juventus away.

　"Juve!"

　Xingmo shouted, then stood up, got into position, and played the strings quickly.

　The six strings played, and she drew an illusory sun with her magic wand, and the space suddenly became hot and scorching.

　Now that my identity has been revealed, there's no need to hide it anymore.

　Six-string magic, the authority of the Fire Spirit.

　"Buzzing—"

　Seeing the sun behind Xingmo, the praiser stopped briefly.

　"How beautiful..." he whispered.

　Xingmo ignored his crazy words and waved her wand, splashing notes woven from flames as she played on the fire strings.

　Those notes fell to the ground and instantly turned into a raging fire, sweeping towards the praisers.

　But before the flames could touch the Praiser, the latter suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed at the air—

　——The flames stopped!

　Xing Mo felt her soul stiffen. She looked at the Supreme Praiser in disbelief, at the thing he was holding in his hand—

　——Those are six fire strings that are resonating with the star foam!

　Under the authority of the Flame Spirit, Xingmo should be the complete controller of the Fire String. At least there has been no precedent of anyone else using the Fire String within her domain.

　But now, the Supreme Praiser easily captured her resonant chords.

　Without giving Xingmo more time to think, the Praiser gently pulled and broke the fire string -

　"boom--"

　The sun behind Xingmo exploded - the flame lost the restraint of the string and suddenly turned into a chaotic flow without a master.

　Xing Mo only felt a sharp pain before being pushed to the ground face down by the exploding flames.

　"Ahem!"

　Everything was hazy, and the whole world seemed to be isolated by a barrier, with only flashing strange colors in the field of vision.

　Xingmo struggled to support his body, rubbed his temples, and forced himself to restrain his spirit.

　In a daze, she saw the Supreme Praiser approaching step by step.

　As the jackal walked, he raised one hand and black flames rose from it.

　He reached his other hand into the ball of black flame and slowly pulled out a black flame sword from it.

　"Cain said that fate cannot be severed," said the Supreme Praiser, "Let me find out."

　Xingmo stood up with the help of the wall, raised his wand and took a deep breath.

　Seeing the praiser approaching, Xingmo whispered:

　"Isis."

　As soon as the words fell, colorful light filled the entire space like a tide, surging like a seawall at high tide.

　These rays of light flowing through Xing Mo's body did not cause her any discomfort, but in front of her, the Supreme Praiser swayed slightly -

　——The underground string magic circle in the Treasury can purify the "malicious curse".

　And the Supreme Praiser himself is an aggregate of curses.

　At this moment, the purification string array completed charging and reached maximum power at once!

　Seizing this opportunity, Xingmo raised his wand and drew spiritual power from the mark of the Tree of Life.

　"cough..."

　She endured the stinging pain of her weakened spirit body and forced herself to play the six strings, drawing the sun again:

　"Meet your sun." Xing Mo gritted her teeth.

　The next second, countless turbulent solar prominences shot out from the sun behind Xing Mo, instantly engulfing the Supreme Praiser—

　"boom"

　The jackal's body was blown away by the flames to the other end of the passage.

　Seeing this, Yuwen, who had just gotten up, immediately stuck his cane into the ground and chanted:

　"I have returned from the most sacred waves;"

　"I have been reborn, like a new tree that has new leaves."

　Emerald green runes emerged from the air and quickly formed doors one after another in front of the passage.

　Those doors are a "reproduction" of the vault door that Xingmo destroyed before. Juventus used poems to copy them and reproduce them repeatedly.

　At this time, Freya shouted:

　"Miss Saint! The door is open!"

　Xingmo endured the pain, turned around, and limped to the front of the crystal treasure house.

　I saw that the colorful polyhedron had a hole carved out by a silver ring, which was large enough for a person to pass through.

　"Your Highness the Saint, are you... okay?" Freya looked at Xingmo with some concern.

　"It's okay," Xingmo shook her head, "It's just a minor injury."

　The mark of the Tree of Life was quickly healing her wounds and soothing her pain.

　"Get ready to get out of the vault. We're in a hurry."

　"Okay." Freya nodded.

　Xingmo passed through the silver ring and entered the interior of the crystal treasure house.

　The interior of the treasury is very small, not as big as it looks from the outside. The entire treasury can only accommodate one person standing.

　Xingmo looked around and saw small crystal-shaped safes displayed in all directions.

　Their capacity is not much different from the safes outside, but there is one difference -

　——They have no locks.

　These safes are like crystals hanging independently in the starry sky, which cannot be opened or touched.

　""

　Xingmo held up the sun-shaped pendant he got from Ahmed and injected some spiritual power into it.

　At this moment, on her left side, a crystal safe lit up, and the words "Ahmed Tut" appeared on it.

　It seems... to open a specific safe, you need a specific key.

　If you want the key to the Sunrise Land, you should look for... the Golden King's safe.

　Which one will it be?

　Xingmo frowned, thinking, and reached out to press on Ahmed's safe.

　The crystal on the surface of the safe turned into a faint purple light and dissipated, revealing the space behind it.

　Xing Mo cast his gaze inside the safe and saw what was sealed inside—

　——A pair of shackles.

　She had seen these shackles before - they were the same shackles that the slave traders had put on Ahmed when he was sold as a slave.

　He stored his humiliation in the most secure vault in the world.

　""

　Xingmo did not touch the shackles, but just raised the wand and gently plucked the strings.

　The golden flames suddenly burned, quickly burning the shackles red, and then melting them into molten iron.

　The purpose of doing this is simple: by leaving clues in Ahmed's safe, the vision of subsequent investigators can be distorted, making them unable to realize Xingmo's true intentions.

　They would think that the robbers were going for Ahmed's safe.

　Not the Golden King.