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

　He once again slammed the scepter to the ground, and in an instant, bursts of golden light flashed repeatedly along the outline of the Citadel.

　The sand and stone statues on the streets all emitted golden light and gathered towards the sky.

　As the light gathered more and more, gradually, the thin blue line above the night sky became larger and larger.

　"Eight strings, ten thousand gold coins to worship at the top of the garden!"

　Ugaon opened his arms and shouted:

　"Come down! Imperial Capital!"

　The next second, a gust of wind came from the sky and instantly pressed down to the ground.

　The source of the wind pressure was an illusory castle—the outline of the Hanging Gardens was outlined under the night sky and above the white tower!

　The huge ring cast a shadow on the academy, and only the golden light of the sand and stone statues flickered like lights under the huge shadow!

　The Sky Garden seemed to be in a superposition state. Around it, the starry sky of New Garo was twinkling, overlapping with the night sky of the Academy City.

　Roberts stared at all this in a daze. Even though his life had come to an end, he spoke with difficulty:

　"How can this be..."

　"That's not possible."

　Ugaan turned around, his golden eyes fixed on the dying bishop.

　“But it’s a truth.”

　""

　Roberts' mouth opened slightly when he heard the word "truth".

　He seemed to understand what the thin line in the night sky meant and wanted to say something.

　But the next second, as the golden sand pierced Roberts' chest again, the traces of life disappeared from his pupils.

　The Archbishop of the Xinghai Church, Roberts Sean, fell.

　""

　The Golden King closed his eyes and briefly mourned for the great bishop, then turned his head and thought about the powerful guests who were already under the control of the Imperial Guard.

　All the members of the guard half-knelt on the ground - they had been on duty on the Black Jackal for so long, often complaining, but they had never realized that the ambassador they followed was actually their emperor.

　"Great Emperor," a man who looked like a captain half-knelt in front of Ugaen, "please give us orders."

　Ugaen did not rush to answer. His eyes swept over the frightened dignitaries - most of them had lost the will to fight, and the wizards among them had already thrown away their wands and raised their hands in surrender.

　Among them, there were even one or two saints, but they wisely chose not to participate in the battle.

　"Send a team to rendezvous with the Garden, then go to the Holy Spirit Church and rescue Austin."

　"As for these... friends."

　Ugaen's eyes swept over the nobles again:

　"Kill them."

　Before any begging or wailing could be heard, the sound of a spear piercing the throat stopped them.

　Thus, a bloody banquet came to an end.

Chapter 254 You Will Glimpse the Stars (Part 7) -6k6- (Three Updates in One)

　"Boom!"

　Alice had just reached the street near Maple Palace when the outline of the magnificent garden appeared above the city.

　She stared blankly at the pale blue string growing brighter in the night sky, and every time the string became brighter, the outline of the Hanging Gardens became clearer.

　Is that... the legendary String of Truth?

　The string that can transform anything from a "concept" to a "universal reality".

　Alice shook her head. She knew she was incapable of paying attention to that.

　Daoxian, I don’t have time to care about it.

　She believed in Principal Merlin, and even more so in Bishop Roberts.

　However, when she arrived at the street opposite the Maple Leaf Palace, she saw a heart-stopping scene.

　The Imperial Guards were marching out of the garden gate in an orderly manner, escorting a cross made of sand, their faces solemn.

　On the cross, the body of Bishop Roberts Thane was nailed to the cross with long nails, and blood flowed and dripped along the cross.

　he died.

　And in him, the signs of extraordinary loss of control were very obvious.

　This means that he defended the Citadel until the very end.

　""

　Alice clenched her fists tightly and was shaking.

　She closed her eyes, took deep breaths, and forced herself to shift her attention away from the corpse.

　No, now is definitely not the time to act on impulse.

　What she wanted to confirm was the life and death of her mother and sister.

　Her intuition told her that the Imperials would not execute the powerful at will, they needed these people as prisoners.

　Since Rose Frozen was placed in my house, that must mean... definitely... definitely nothing will happen...

　Alice prayed as she bypassed the Imperial Guards and sneaked into the Maple Leaf Palace from the side.

　She had investigated the structure of Maple Leaf Palace many times, including when she visited the lower level of Maple Leaf Palace, and she remembered every corridor clearly.

　There was a dead silence in the basement of Maple Leaf Palace. It seemed that the housekeeper and servants had been dismissed long ago. From time to time, the sound of steam boilers running could be heard from a distance, which seemed real and fake.

　Moving underground, Alice soon entered the underground warehouse, and then came to the corridor from the warehouse.

　She raised her hand and injected spiritual power into the pendant of the descendant of Frozen, seeking direction.

　The snowflake-shaped pendant trembled slightly, then pointed to one side of the corridor.

　Alice knew that direction—it was the direction that led to the Living Gold Factory.

　Rose Frozen and Isabella had already conspired to create the Living Golden Guards, and they had helped and benefited each other for a long time.

　Looking at the direction the pendant was pointing, Alice was not surprised at all.

　She drew her wand, walked quickly to the gate of the Living Gold Factory, and kicked it open.

　"Oh!"

　The door opened, and a hot breath hit her face, causing Alice to subconsciously put her hand up to protect her forehead.

　What came into view was a whole hall of living golden guards, holding weapons and forming a defensive line layer by layer, blocking the door.

　"Miss Alice, you are here after all..."

　Alice looked up and saw a magnificent throne hanging above the hall, the patterns on it dating back to the ancient Messina Dynasty.

　Isabella Ducep sat on the throne, looking down at Alice.

　The throne was entangled by countless chains extending from all directions. Those chains were engraved with inscriptions and shone with golden light.

　Isabella was chained to the throne, looking like a prisoner, but her eyes were bright.

　"Where are my family!" Alice cried.

　"Miss Diana? I've never seen her." Isabella smiled.

　"Will you tell me directly, or should I kill you and ask your soul?" Alice's pupils were gradually outlined by golden light, and flames surged out from the surrounding air.

　"Ah, how rude! You were the one who barged into my room," Isabella said with a smile, neither angry nor angry. "It would be very offensive to barge into an adult's party without understanding the theme of the party, right?"

　"I already know your little tricks."

　Alice narrowed her eyes.

　"Living Golden Guards, guarding the Citadel? They're all just a cover."

　"The technology you received from Rose Frozen was not the Living Gold Guard, but the Living Gold Altar."

　"Those living gold soldiers aren't soulless either. How could you possibly create alchemical life of this caliber? All you've done is reinfuse dead souls into living gold, forcing them to purify through suffering and cycles, ultimately transforming them into the mold you desire."

　"And the reason you did this..."

　Alice paused for a moment, then spoke in a low voice:

　"It is to create a golden body for myself that can withstand the extraordinary essence of the angel level."

　Alice deduced all this from Rose Frozen's diary.

　After she saw the techniques and formulas recorded in Rose's diary, she immediately pieced together everything she had previously found.

　A dark and ambitious plan emerges.

　""

　Isabella looked at Alice with a smile, a faint smile on her lips.

　"You are very clever, Miss Alice," she said.

　"Is this your true purpose for colluding with the Imperials?" Alice shouted. "You want to divide the White Tower's legacy with them and ascend to godhood?"

　"That tower was never a divine kingdom that protected us, but rather a cage that bound us," Isabella said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "The goddess gave it to us in the hope that one of us could spread his wings beneath the night sky and protect all believers."

　"You killed innocent people and injected their souls into the living gold, just to give the living gold the ability to accommodate souls!" Alice shouted. "Who on earth have you protected?"

　"I didn't kill any innocent people..." Isabella whispered.

　Her eyes swept over the taxis lined up below.

　The soldier was a little depressed for a moment:

　"They were all soldiers of the Ducep family who defended the Citadel during the Art Revolution and stood firm until the very end."

　"But when the Saint of Messina rang the Long-Sounding Bell of the Sea of ​​Stars, what followed was not protection and salvation, but destruction."

　Isabella raised her head, and Alice could vaguely see the light and shadow of the past flashing in her eyes.

　This incident did happen in history - when the Citadel was about to fall, the last Saint of Messina rang the bell of the White Tower, turning the area around the White Tower into a sea of ​​flesh and blood.

　That incident is often used to prove the power of the White Tower, and it serves as a loud warning to the outside world.

　But for Isabella, it was a nightmare.

　"The soldiers of House Decep fought to the very end, joining the coalition forces in the defense of the White Tower, and that night, I lost them all."

　Isabella stared at Alice, her face no longer showing her usual elegance and indifference.

　For the first time, Alice saw rage in those eyes—rage from the leader.

　"The White Tower doesn't shelter the goddess's saints," she said, her voice rising. "It's a dead object. In the hands of good people, it's a sharp tool for seeking the truth. But in the hands of evil people, it becomes a sword that pierces the believers."

　"All I did was transform it into a controllable force."

　"My fallen soldiers never gave up their loyalty to me until their death. They fought painfully again and again within the living golden body, but no one ever refused. Each of them burned to the last moment... for me, and for the goddess."

　"You're just satisfying your own selfish desires," Alice said coldly. "As a member of the White Tower, why don't you bring your wonderful ideas to the floor of Parliament?"

　"Parliament? Hahahahahahahahahaha, Parliament? You expect me to discuss such a great cause with an idiot like Martin?"

　Isabella laughed loudly, the chains on her body trembling, and the runes flashed continuously:

　"The White Tower has long been their trademark! The trademark of the Citadel! If they want to break it, they can only rely on external forces..."

　""

　Alice stared at Isabella in silence, the gold in her eyes burning.

　After a while, she whispered:

　“Where is my family?”

　"They're in a safe place," Isabella's smile returned, "for you."

　"for me?"

　"We need your help, or more precisely, the help of the mark on your hand..."

　Isabella opened her mouth slightly and licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue: