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

　"I believe you, but I also believe in the Xinghai Church," Diana said. "You said Isabella is unreliable, but there is not only Isabella at the banquet, but also Roberts Sean.

　The bishop and dozens of bell guardians, among whom Bishop Roberts possesses the power of a six-stringed sage, and even his light elf bloodline allows him to use demigod-level string magic."

　"If you're not safe around him, Alice, where else in the Citadel is safe?"

　"But..." Alice lowered her head slightly, "Mom, we don't even know who the enemy is."

　"That's why I went to the party."

　Diana turned her head and looked at Alice seriously:

　"Alice, I'm neither a stubborn old man nor a short-sighted businessman. As a member of parliament and the current leader of the Pushit family, I must confront that imperial man and see what tricks he has up his sleeve."

　""

　Looking at her mother's determined eyes, Alice was stunned for a moment.

　She lowered her head and pursed her lips slightly:

　"I only need to find a few more areas before I can determine where the descendant of the Frozen family is hiding. Once I find Dawn, I will come and meet you immediately."

　"Just do it," Diana nodded, and then smiled at her daughter, "Don't worry, Mom can take care of herself."

　"Be sure to pay attention to safety."

　Alice stepped forward and hugged her mother tightly.

　Diana patted her on the back and whispered in her ear:

　"You've grown up now, and now you can face some storms with me."

　"The Pushet family will ride the wave," Alice whispered.

　""

　After separating from her mother, Alice pushed the door open and left, arriving at the gate of the Pushet Mansion.

　Before leaving the house, she looked down at the ice crystal pendant wrapped around her wrist, and then held it tightly.

　Alice swore to protect everyone behind her.

　Maple Leaf Palace.

　"Honestly, I'm still not used to seeing Imperials walking around here."

　Watching the imperial people in yellow robes transporting various goods into Maple Leaf Palace from the back door, Zhuang Die sighed deeply.

　Tonight, a peace banquet will be held here, and he and Zhuang Die unfortunately got the most annoying task before the banquet started -

　——Inspect the goods.

　Actually, it’s not that difficult. You just need to use your wand to detect whether there are any dangerous objects when the Imperials deliver food and other things through the back door.

　Mainly, it's boring.

　"I still have to do security tonight," Mo Ran said, "Ah, and I have to assign stations later."

　"I suddenly miss Master," Zhuang Die nodded. "If Master were here, we would just have to obey and do our duty."

　"At that time, I was always annoyed by him talking too much." Mo Ran was a little frustrated.

　"Hey, don't lose heart, Senior will definitely find a master."

　Zhuang Die patted Mo Ran's shoulder, and the latter responded with a smile.

　"People like Master will definitely survive a disaster."

　""

　At the window on the second floor of Maple Leaf Palace, Isabella was holding a goblet and gazing at the Citadel outside the window.

　The sky was gray, as gray as a gem condensed from mist, emitting a faint glow.

　A rain seemed to be gathering in the clouds, ready to break.

　But it just didn't fall.

　"It's time to prepare the clothes," Isabella said to the tailor behind her, "Any suggestions?"

　""

　Xinghai Church.

　Bishop Roberts Thane sat in deep thought at the bulletin board, his eyes closed.

　He kept sketching star patterns in his mind, his lips trembling slightly as he muttered something in a whisper that no one could hear except himself.

　After a while, he turned around and looked towards the church door:

　"I thought you wouldn't pray to the goddess anymore."

　Merlin was walking quickly towards them, wearing a black suit, a top hat, and deep silver eyes.

　He walked side by side with Roberts-Sain and looked up at the statue of the goddess with a complicated expression.

　"Well, I guess I should stick with it."

　Merlin smiled and took off his hat to the statue of the goddess, but did not make any religious prayers.

　But Archbishop Roberts did not show any offense.

　He just looked at Merlin calmly and whispered:

　"Merlin, Merlin, they always call me old, but we all know you're the only real old guy in this Citadel. Don't be fooled by your beastly appearance. You're old enough to be my grandfather, right?"

　"Even my grandfather thinks it's too small." Merlin took out a cigar and lit one.

　“No smoking in church.”

　"This is in front of the goddess, what can't be done?"

　Merlin exhaled a puff of smoke, raised his head, and looked at the goddess's unclear face:

　"Perhaps He is also waiting for someone to pass Him a cigarette to ease the bitterness and anxiety in His heart, right?"

　Looking at Merlin's nonchalant expression, Roberts rubbed his temples.

　"So, the oldest thing in the entire academy, what do you want to teach the younger generation today?"

　"Are you going to the party?" Merlin lowered his head.

　"Come on, everyone will come. I'm old and I like to join in the fun." Roberts said happily.

　He turned and looked at Merlin:

　"You should join in the fun more often."

　"I am used to it."

　Merlin smiled, then took off his hat and bowed deeply to Roberts.

　The latter's old face briefly showed a hint of surprise, and then relief:

　"Have you...come to terms with it?"

　“I just have to move forward

　"," Merlin smiled gracefully, "enough of the riddles, the lighting technicians are ready, it's time to go on stage, don't you want to change into something fancy?"

　"Go away, I don't like your tricks."

　Roberts waved his hand, signaling Merlin to leave, and continued to pray to the statue of the goddess.

　Behind him, Merlin waved his hand, turned around casually, and pushed open the door of the church.

　The sky was overcast, as if a rainstorm was coming.

　Deep in the Erulu Desert.

　Abandoned place.

　"call--"

　Hot wind and scattered sand.

　Time seemed to turn into sand, presenting a rough texture as it slid past Xingmo's face.

　The golden light in front flickered, and the golden tone spread evenly in all directions, gradually transitioning to black and extending to both sides.

　In the darkness, Xing Mo seemed to hear a whisper:

　"...in the shadows of history, we kiss the flame..."

　"...we used our charred forelimbs as firewood, carving redemption into the loess..."

　"...You long to protect..." "...You long to go back..." "...You can't turn back..." "...It's the stars...the moon...and the sun..."

　Suddenly, it seemed as if the barrier blocking the darkness collapsed, and black surged in from all directions like a tide, swallowing up Xingmo.

　The darkness gradually took shape, its edges outlined by the light, and soon turned into a dilapidated scene under the night sky.

　"call--"

　The wind blew across the sand dunes, across this place where there should be no wind.

　Xingmo stood at the edge of the sand dune, with a vast plain and an endless sea of ​​sand before her.

　A huge skeleton lay on the plain, just like in the legend, the skull of the mythical bird was half-sunk in the sea of ​​sand, and its sharp beak split the flowing sand like a sword.

　When Xingmo looked into the empty eye sockets, he felt a sharp pain in his head and warm liquid suddenly flowed out of his nostrils.

　"Relax."

　A small hand pinched Xingmo, and with the faint warmth coming, Xingmo's headache was immediately relieved a lot.

　She bent down, squinted her eyes, and focused the light she received, while taking deep breaths in and out to stabilize her spirit body.

　"This is really... the first time..." Xingmo's voice trembled a little.

　The corpse of a righteous god - the sun that once hung high in the sky, fell in the deepest part of the desert.

　This is where the sun sets, but it is named the Sunrise Place.

　After the spirit stabilized, Xing Mo opened his eyes and continued to observe the skull - complex and strange patterns were arranged on the skull, like patterns, and also like some kind of totem.

　Those lines seem to be telling something.

　"Do you feel the powerful spiritual power?" Aurora took a deep breath. "Wow... How much spiritual power exploded when he died..."

　"After the death of a god, there probably won't be much spiritual power left." Xing Mo said in a low voice.

　"You look nervous?" Aurora leaned closer to Xingmo and smiled. "Is it because he's a god?"

　"Don't tease me at a time like this, little ancestor," Xing Mo curled her lips, "You don't see this kind of scene every day."

　"Oh, you'll get used to it. It's just the body of a god. You have two of them on you."

　"They're different. Angels and ancient gods are not of the same level for various reasons," Xing Mo said in a low voice. "People may not believe in angels, but they definitely believe in gods..."

　"Really?" Aurora asked curiously, "But, it seems like the Imperials don't really believe in their gods."

　"What do you mean?" Xing Mo frowned.

　"Look over there."

　Aurora pointed to a certain location in the basin.

　Xing Mo looked around and saw nothing behind the divine bird's skull in the misty wind and sand.

　His body disappeared.

　"What..." Xingmo opened her mouth slightly.

　"All that's left of the Golden Sun is its head," Aurora smiled. "Its body and wings are gone."

　"This...this...how..." Xingmo began to stutter.

　She was usually calm, but suddenly she couldn't keep calm anymore.

　The corpse of the god... is gone?

　There were clearly huge gullies above the basin, indicating that there had been a huge object embedded in the ground, deep underground.

　But now, there is nothing above the ravine, only quicksand gradually falling into it like sea water, but it can never fill it up.

　"Someone... took away the Golden Sun Wheel's corpse?" Xing Mo murmured.

　Who did it?