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

　Gillock wanted to say something, but when his mouth opened, no sound came out.

　Facing those bloodshot eyes, he couldn't speak.

　By the window bathed in the blue moonlight, the girl simply looked at him indifferently, but he was actually so intimidated that he could hardly speak!

　Anger instantly surged in his heart, and Gillock immediately raised his musket and ordered:

　"Kill her."

　The next second, all the immortals pulled the trigger.

　Almost at the same time, everyone except Jilock fell to the ground and groaned.

　Gillock didn't even realize what was happening - after pulling the trigger, the gun in his hand disappeared without a trace.

　And Perlis still sat by the bed, watching them quietly.

　"I didn't intend to intervene tonight because the people of the Citadel need to grow," Perlis said calmly, "but now it seems that it's not just them who need to grow, but you too."

　"You..." Jilock's face was distorted.

　"Now that we're here, let's chat," Perlis picked up the wine glass again, "Why don't you tell me..."

　The next second, Perlis felt something piercing her chest.

　She no longer held the wine glass in her hand, but her wrist was grabbed by another hand and lifted up.

　On the back of that hand, white light patterns outlined traces like angel wings.

　"I'm sorry, Miss Perlis."

　A disembodied whisper.

　"But you're not the only one who can manipulate time."

　Rose Frozen stood behind Perlis, stabbing the scissors into Perlis' heart from behind with one hand and grabbing her wrist with the other hand.

　Her pupils shone with an icy blue light, with thin blue lines outlining:

　"The red moon has weakened your perception, making your projection extremely fragile."

　"Kuros, White Angel," Perlis muttered, "My foolish sister was abducted by you little flowers, and she did a lot of stupid things."

　"You're a sister, and I understand your concern for your sister," Rose murmured, "but I'm also a sister."

　The day is always chasing the night, the night that never comes back.

　"How stupid." said Perlis.

　"Maybe, but isn't that what being a sister is like?"

　Rose smiled bitterly and then gently twirled the scissors.

　Perlis only felt a tearing sensation in her chest, and her anchor with this world weakened a little.

　"My scissors can cut all connections, including anchor points," Rose said softly. "I advise you not to resist, otherwise Red Moon will find you immediately."

　"It's very rude to do this." Perlis whispered

　"I didn't cut off your head directly. I have fulfilled my duties as a descendant."

　"That little Cain guy has you guys completely under control," Perlis murmured. "Don't you want to try other methods?"

　"I'm sorry, I'm a sister, and I can't accept any unexpected possibilities," Rose whispered, "I hope you can understand."

　Perlis was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly:

　"understand."

　Then, she turned her head slightly and looked at Rose:

　"But you have to understand, I'm also a sister."

　The next second, Rose saw a series of pure white stars in Perlis's pupils!

　A wave of fear instantly overwhelmed her. She immediately pulled out the scissors and retreated while shouting:

　"Angel Bullet!"

　Gillock belatedly drew the revolver from his waist, and at the same time, all the immortals did the same thing.

　In an instant, dozens of

　The gunfire crossed Perlis's body, and a bullet flashing with brilliant white light hit her right between the eyebrows, throwing her off the seat.

　"Pfft-"

　The girl's body shattered the glass window and fell to the street below.

　"Go find the body, I want to see the body!" Gillock shouted.

　"No, don't waste time."

　Rose shook her head slightly and looked at the broken glass window with a slightly sad look.

　The pale blue moonlight poured in from the window, accompanied by a cool evening breeze.

　"Don't think an attack of this magnitude could kill a god."

　"It's not your turn to be bossy here! Angel!" Gillock shouted.

　Listening to the immortal's footsteps fading away, Rose lowered the scissors in her hand slightly and looked out the window.

　The stars shine in the night sky, and their paths seem to foreshadow some inevitable truth.

　From tonight on, everything will be on the road of no return.

　...END...

　PS: I finally figured out a way to get Little White Flower offline for a while. As a mother, I am still better than my daughter (jumping up and down with pride)

Chapter 255 "The Truth"

　"Truth" is the measure of all things.

　It is the pure concept that rules over the set to which it belongs, the pinnacle of cognition.

　What will happen when "truth" is controlled by strings and shaped artificially?

　""

　Xingmo quickly shuttled through the spirit world, his body transforming into grayish-white light and shadow.

　After becoming a demigod, her inspiration seemed to transcend the boundaries of dimensions, and she was gradually able to clearly perceive her position in the real world from the spiritual world.

　She knew that she was rushing from the depths of the desert to New Garo at a speed that surpassed that of a steam airship. The grayish-white light and shadows around her turned into countless discontinuous lines at her speed, a speed that was difficult for ordinary things to achieve.

　But Xingmo knew that this speed was not enough.

　She knew that whatever the Golden King had intended to do, it had already happened.

　Waves of powerful spiritual pressure were coming from afar. The spiritual pressure was right above Shingara, and its presence could be clearly felt even in the depths of the desert.

　No need to guess, Xingmo knew that it was the string of truth.

　The plan of the Court of Redemption was simple: using the half of the blue star they tore from Xingmo's body as a medium, they summoned the String of Truth and redefined the rules, allowing the Sky Garden, which was impossible to cross the sea instantly, to reach its destination directly.

　Xingmo was another step slower.

　She hated how she was always one step behind: whether it was Miriam, the October Rain, or now, no matter how hard she tried or how carefully she planned, she was always one step behind.

　A short step can turn into an insurmountable gap in the scale of destiny.

　""

　When Xingmo's spiritual power was almost exhausted and she jumped out of the spiritual world, she landed on the edge of Maoyan Town.

　As soon as she landed, she realized that she was probably a step too slow again.

　The town was a scorched earth, with no signs of life.

　The originally spacious streets were littered with all kinds of bloody fragments, and it was difficult to tell whose owners they were. It was like a wild abstract painting, showing a crazy and unrestrained battle.

　And in the distant horizon, a horizontally stretched blue line hung under the night sky, distorting the surrounding starry sky, as if the space had been bent into a strange arc.

　The string of truth.

　""

　Xingmo didn't know when the Filthy People started attacking the town again, maybe it was when she had just left, or maybe it was when the String of Truth was unfolded.

　Her eyes fell on the pile of corpses—a gleaming Mountie badge gleamed on a mass of charred flesh, its silver edge outlined by blood and the light of the blue moon.

　"The Filthy People have begun their attack on Garo City," Aurora said, leaping from a nearby crimson rift. "The Imperials are truly reckless. How many people can truly survive in their desert settlement?"

　"I don't know," Xingmo shook her head, "The Golden King really did whatever it took."

　No mercy, no hesitation, even towards his own people.

　That was Xing Mo's incomprehensible courage, or rather...incomprehensible madness.

　"I have to save some spiritual energy," Xing Mo took a breath, "I need to find a mount and get to Jialuo City as soon as possible."

　"The mount is here," Aurora pointed to the sky. "Look there."

　Xingmo looked up and saw a shadow with flapping membrane wings flying from a distance.

　It was a dragon, of course, a mechanical dragon.

　"Miss Isis...?" Xingmo murmured.

　"I guessed something might happen tonight, so I said hello to her," Aurora chuckled. "So you see, making more friends is always beneficial."

　The mechanical flying dragon landed in front of Xingmo. Isis jumped down from the bronze-framed chair and clapped her hands.

　"This is the first test of the Mechanical Dragon after it was repaired. I didn't expect it to be so reliable."

　Behind her, Elsie clumsily dismounted the dragon and came running in a panic.

　"Miss Jiedeti..." Elsie was a little frightened by the scene in Hat Brim Town, "Here..."

　"They fought for their homes until the last moment." Xingmo whispered.

　"Were those monsters attracted by that string?" Isis asked.

　"No, it should be that dirty heart, which is the current power source of the Sky Garden." Aurora said.

　"Dirty heart..." Isis rubbed her temples gently, "It sounds... familiar..."

　"There's no need to delve into that now. The most urgent thing is to get us to the garden."

　Xingmo said this and climbed onto the back seat of the Mechanical Flying Dragon.

　Isis had never seen Miss Jiedeti like this before - there was no expression on her face, but her brows exuded a decisive and resolute temperament, which made people subconsciously want to obey her orders.

　No one in the group spoke much. As everyone took their seats, the mechanical flying dragon took off amid the sounds of gears and steam, soaring under the night sky.

　Steam tails spurted out again and again, and every time a "bang" sound was heard, the speed of the flying dragon increased by an order of magnitude.

　Gradually, the desert scenery transitioned into an oasis, but the earth was no longer green.

　The earth turned black.

　The black swarm was wriggling on the ground, like insects and ants pouring out of their nest.

　Wherever it passes, no grass grows.

　At the edge of New Garo, the imperial army has built a defense line, with lines of sand rising from the ground to form temporary trenches.

　From time to time, artillery fire could be heard from the coastline - the bombardment of the Golden Fleet blasted sparks among the black population, but those gaps would soon be filled with new filth.

　"The price is a bit high..." Aurora commented.

　"So much...filth..." Isis's hand holding the joystick trembled slightly.

　"The empire's soldiers don't even know what they're fighting against," Xingmo whispered. "They don't know that if the Golden King wishes, those monsters can stop their advance towards New Garo at any time."

　They are just doing their duty to guard the border of the country.

　""

　As the mechanical flying dragon approached the city of Galao, the outline of the sky garden became clearer and clearer.

　This magnificent aerial structure has now been immersed in the pale blue light. Under the blue light curtain, its outline appears slightly illusory, and it trembles from time to time in the twisted space ripples.

　Through the gravitational lens surrounding the garden, the night sky of the city is faintly visible.

　"Similar to the Steam Man, that huge aerial structure is in a state of superposition," Xing Mo said. "I didn't expect that the technology Prince Austin and Mentor Lucius demonstrated on the Steam Man was just a small part of the Sky Garden Project."