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

　"Mom will always love you."

　After saying that, she stood up resolutely and walked towards the golden barrier.

　At this moment, a hand was placed on her shoulder:

　"Ma'am, you don't have to risk your life."

　Diana turned her head and met Rose's eyes, which were emitting blue light.

　"Rose, you..."

　"You should come with me."

　Rose gave Diana a gentle smile.

　Then Diana lost consciousness.

　Almost at the same time, Diana and others disappeared in the banquet hall, as if they had never entered the hall.

　Only the butler was left standing by the table, looking around blankly.

　"What... happened?" the butler murmured.

　The next second, black mist swept over and swallowed him up in an instant—

　"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

　The star stream vision gradually became unbearable! Mo Ran, Zhuang Die and the people present

　The spiritual power of the other bell guards is about to be exhausted!

　"Are you guys ready?" Mo Ran shouted.

　"Alright! It's almost done!"

　Several church pastors carved a final symbol on the ground with their blood, then clasped their hands together and prayed:

　"Goddess of the Star Sea, my supreme master..."

　"You are the master of the starry sky, the supreme gold, and the eyes that cover the night sky."

　"You are the guardian, the goddess of sleep and tranquility, the lamplighter of the golden dawn."

　"Purify the evil that has invaded this place. Use your supreme tower to expel all evil creatures that should not exist in this world..."

　As they prayed, a roar suddenly came from the distance, and the White Tower responded to their prayers.

　The colorful light suddenly pressed down, instantly shattering the black mist and turning it into the most basic spiritual power molecules.

　"Clap!"

　The star stream vision was shattered almost at the same time. Mo Ran and Zhuang Die staggered back two steps and looked forward.

　The scarab was still standing there, continuing to pour wine.

　He had emptied his glass and was now staring at the wine-soaked floor.

　Sensing the gazes of the bell guards, the scarab turned and responded to their gazes:

　"Brave followers of the goddess," he said, "wield your swords for salvation."

　"I'm going to your mother!"

　Mo Ran roared, played the wind string, and rushed towards the scarab.

　The next second, a string of golden quicksand pierced his chest, hanging his heart in the air.

　The Song of Sand is the power of the realm of life. Its object is Mo Ran's life itself, so it can bypass all external factors.

　With just one strike, without even a fight, a Five-String Saint died.

　“Mo Ran!!!”

　Zhuang Die roared and plucked the strings with trembling hands.

　Ice outlined armor on his hands, and an illusory ice-flame sword ignited from the tip of his wand, emitting a cold breath.

　Zhuang Die rushed towards the scarab, and the path under his feet was frozen as he ran.

　Icy spikes broke through the ice and stabbed the scarab with him.

　At the moment of contact, the scarab spoke:

　"Asta."

　When the deep and ancient language sounded, the space trembled.

　Zhuang Die felt his feet go empty and his upper body flew out.

　Time slowed down like a slow-motion shot. As her vision spun, Zhuang Die saw her lower body shattered and collapsed into a pool of quicksand.

　The scarab suddenly stretched out its hand, grabbed Zhuang Die's throat, and lifted up his upper body.

　"Brave, but foolish."

　After he finished speaking, he squeezed hard and broke Zhuang Die's neck cleanly without him feeling any pain.

　"thump."

　Zhuang Die's body fell to the ground, her lifeless eyes staring at the hall, at the noisy hall.

　The nobles tried to escape, but the imperial guards suddenly rushed in from outside the door and stabbed their chests with spears:

　"Uhhhhhh!!"

　"Ahhh!"

　"I beg you, please don't uh ahhhh!"

　""

　The scarab's eyes swept over the remaining three bell keepers and the church priests one by one - they basically didn't dare to come forward casually, but just held their wands in their hands.

　"Warriors, why are you so cowardly!" the scarab shouted. "When the enemy invades, we must be the first to take the lead!"

　The next second, the scarab opened its arms, and golden quicksand poured out from under its robe, piercing the bell keeper and the priest.

　They tried to raise their wands to resist, but found that their wands had turned into quicksand and disappeared without a trace.

　"Ahhhh!"

　After waves of wailing, the banquet hall's last line of defense was destroyed.

　Under the spears of the Imperial Guards, the guests were forced to move towards the center of the banquet hall, and when they saw the dead bell keepers, fear engulfed them like a tide.

　Many of them were wizards, but no one dared to draw his wand and stand before the crowd.

　"...Sorrow is the melody that will forever haunt you."

　As the scarab spoke, it raised its hand, and golden sand flowed and gathered in the air, turning into sharp spikes.

　At this moment, a calm and old voice came from the side:

　"enough."

　The scarab turned around and saw that the black mist that was lingering around the long table had dissipated.

　Everyone at the table had turned into weathered skeletons, lying on the table, except for one person -

　—Bishop Roberts Thane.

　He had already stood up, and golden lines were engraved on his body under the torn white robe. His ears had also become slender, showing the power of the light elf.

　In his hand, a long sword surrounded by golden light was roaring, causing the golden sand around the scarab to tremble.

　"Sword of the Dawn," the scarab whispered, "Ah... the warrior chosen by the goddess."

　Bishop Roberts smiled calmly:

　"You crossed the ocean and finally stood before me again at the end of the nightmare..."

　"Don't blame yourself. You were just a powerless student back then. How could you have stopped the massacre?"

　The scarab chuckled:

　"Beyond duty, there is no need to call it a sin."

　"But you're standing here..." Roberts

　murmured.

　"A qualified leader is the front line of the war himself," said the Scarab.

　Roberts took a deep breath, and the aura of starlight lingered around him, giving him an irresistible majesty.

　He raised his sword and pointed it at the scarab:

　"long time no see."

　"His Majesty the Golden King Ugaon Tukakankion."

Chapter 253 You Will Glimpse the Stars (Part 6) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Alice ran down the street, playing the fire chord from time to time, making her pace accelerate under the push of the strong wind.

　From time to time, she looked up at the night sky—right above the White Tower, a thin blue line cut through the night sky and continued to expand.

　An illusory song followed, rising from the depths of her heart.

　All those ballads that were inexplicably popular in the Citadel suddenly came to her mind, making her want to sing involuntarily.

　But she suppressed the urge, the mark of the Tree of Life burning on her arm, protecting her from the erosion on the memetic level.

　But not everyone can be sheltered.

　On the streets, people looked up at the night sky with blank eyes.

　They began to sing, singing a vague and ethereal melody.

　Those popular poems are just a cover. When all the notes contained in them are pieced together and stimulated, a grand symphony begins.

　The people of the Citadel sang in a strange language and whispered under the pale blue night sky.

　Their bodies gradually turned into quicksand, their limbs hanging down and landing on the ground, forming a solid base together with their feet.

　Their faces turned as pale as sand, becoming stiffer by the second, until finally there was no more confusion or hesitation.

　Only the purest piety remains.

　The pious stone statues gazed at the night sky. The golden starry sky no longer shone, replaced by a cold blue string.

　""

　But Alice didn't have time to care about these things.

　She just rushed to Maple Leaf Palace with all her might, to the hell where her family was.

　She knew that if even the sky was split, it would mean the end was near.

　"Mom...Mia...Sheila...Lia...wait for me..."

　Alice bit her lip and quickened her pace under the push of the scorching wind.

　Nefera Beta School of Magic.

　On the rooftop of the East Tower, Merlin watched from afar as the pale blue strings unfolded across the night sky and sighed deeply.

　“Unconsciously, so many years have passed…”

　Merlin muttered, reaching out and snapping his fingers.

　A ball of fire burst out beside his hand, and he grabbed out a roll of parchment from the fire.

　A letter from Luffy.

　“It really takes a professional.”

　Merlin muttered, pulling back the parchment, and getting a rough idea of ​​the power of that massive ritual magic.

　Then he threw the parchment aside and took out a bone flute wrapped in a golden handkerchief from his pocket.

　Storm beacon.

　Merlin lifted the flute to his lips, quickly forming the reverse chordal pattern of the poem in his mind.

　Then he began to play.

　Along with the melodious melody, the sea water in the Magic Academy Strait surged, and the waves rose and fell under the command of the notes.