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

　"I will..."

　..END...

　Ending) CurtainFalls

　At the city gate, Tolum wiped the blood off the knife and turned to look at the main road outside the gate.

　On the streets, waves of filthy people were moving away from the city, leaving behind a messy street.

　The attack stopped.

　""

　Tolum turned around, passed through the ring city gate, and came to the interior of the ring city.

　The survivors sat on both sides of the street. Among them were a family of three hugging each other tightly, a couple crying in each other's arms, and an elderly person over fifty years old.

　When the wave of the Filthy People reached its peak, Tolum opened the gates around the city and allowed the outer city's hits to enter the ring city.

　Among these people were the Golden People and the Garo people, but Tolum did not care about their identities.

　He recalled the doctor, Miss Jie Daiti, who had resolutely stepped into the slums to provide free medical treatment, and suddenly felt as if he had realized something.

　But it seems useless for him to meditate on his own, right?

　Tolum raised his head and looked at the sky - the outline of the Hanging Gardens had disappeared, and the huge shadow that covered the city of Garo was gone forever.

　Under the night sky, only an ice-blue crack was flickering.

　Tolum didn't know what it was, but he knew that if he asked the immortals, they would only answer, "This is not something you should do at your level."

　"Oh, if it's not, then it's not."

　Tolum turned around, clapped his hands, and greeted:

　"Report to the Immortal Department! The immortals they sent out died heroically while fighting the Filthy People! Their bodies were eaten by those beasts!"

　"Rumble..."

　Above the main building of the Hanging Gardens, a heavy stone door slowly opened.

　First there was a low roar, then a flash of dragon flame.

　Giant dragons flew out from the outline of the Hanging Gardens, their huge membrane wings cutting through the sky and flying towards the Nefera Beta Magic Academy.

　The dragons' necks were bound in rings of golden sand, and their bodies were entangled in chains, covered in bruises.

　Large clumps of saliva were hanging from the corners of their mouths, sticking to each other in the air. It was obvious that they had been hungry for a long time.

　""

　In Merlin Square, the refugee residents noticed dark shadows rushing in from afar. Screams, trampling sounds, and babies' cries mixed together and were swallowed up by the howling sea breeze.

　As the dragons approached the magic academy, silver-white lightning bolts accompanied by melody struck down from the sky, striking the dragons.

　The giant dragons were spinning and roaring in the air. They were not afraid of the storm at all, only had the instinct to move forward.

　Lightning split their flesh and broke their spines, and broken figures fell from the sky.

　But even so, they flew like an army of the living dead, their membrane wings flapping in the air, creating whirlwinds.

　Then, they were all intercepted by a barrier that shone with white light—

　"Pfft-"

　White light flashed, disintegrating the bodies of the dragons, and waves of blood rain fell from the sky and crashed into the strait.

　At this moment, the huge barrier completely isolated the Nefera Beta Magic Academy from the rest of the city, turning it into an isolated island.

　""

　On the tower, Merlin put down the bone flute and rewrapped it with a golden handkerchief.

　Looking at the huge structure of the Hanging Gardens in the distance, his gaze became increasingly profound.

　Then, a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

　"Back off! Back off! We can't hold on!"

　Sergeant Laura Williams emptied her revolver's magazine again and retreated behind cover.

　This was the last magazine, but Laura felt it was worth it - an Imperial wizard driving the Fire String was knocked down by these six bullets and half of his head was shattered.

　"Stop fighting!" Laura grabbed a police officer who was trying to look out, "We should retreat!"

　"But Sheriff, this is the Holy Spirit Church..." The corners of the police officer's mouth trembled.

　Laura bit her lip and looked out from the bunker, seeing the Holy Spirit Church shrouded in smoke.

　The imperial wizard laughed and threw fireballs at the church. The walls that were once as white as snow were now charred black, like a desecrated statue.

　"We can't worry about that anymore. Our orders are to evacuate the last group of people," Laura said with a determined heart. "We can't hold on to this place forever."

　"But..."

　"Stop being so fucking indecisive! Your gun should be used to protect living people, not a damn church!"

　Laura yelled, snatched the gun from the police officer's hand, and poured the last magazine out of the bunker.

　"Go!" Laura yelled, "Retreat to the police station and activate the evacuation plan!"

　Church of the Holy Tree.

　Saint Sister Lilitz waved her hand, and the water washed away the blood on the giant sword, turning it into a pool of light blood on the ground.

　At her feet, two immortals lay dead in miserable states.

　"Miss Lilitz, go back and rest," Alia wiped her dagger on a corpse. "Our church has been separated from the space of the Citadel. No one can enter."

　"Don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

　As Lilitz spoke, her body tilted slightly, and she leaned on her sword to steady her steps.

　Several young nuns ran over, supported Lilitz, and helped her walk towards the church.

　""

　Arya sheathed the dagger at her waist and immediately raised her head, imagining the hanging gardens that covered the Citadel.

　Before that, a large-scale battle suddenly broke out in the sky, and a golden meteor shower collided with the sun. Alia almost thought that day had arrived early.

　She knew that it must be Miss Saint and the Prophet - only they could be so powerful and so timely.

　Alia was not worried about what would happen next. Miss Saint had always been so smart and had never let her down.

　Miss Saint will definitely save everyone...she thought so.

　At this moment, there was a sudden explosion in the distance. Alia looked up and saw a mushroom cloud rising into the sky and standing in the night.

　That's the direction of the Holy Spirit Church!

　What happened? Alia opened her mouth slightly.

　Dungeon - Holy Spirit Church

　At the center of the string formation, Lucius Phillips, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

　His pupils were like a muddied lake, without a trace of light in the deep blue, as if there was a whirlpool deep in his eyes that was swallowing it up.

　Lucius heard the turmoil outside. Since a while ago, the ceiling would shake from time to time, as if a giant was passing by above.

　Lucius closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

　He took a breath and recalled the last time he met Principal Merlin.

　"Please help me fix something in your spare time."

　"I'll come get it once it's fixed."

　"As for when...you'll know."

　Lucius opened his eyes and pulled out a ball-like substance wrapped in cloth from the lining of his clothes.

　He peeled off the cloth, and faint sparks flowed out, accompanied by the friction sound of gears meshing and turning.

　The Heart of Gear, the heart of the Steam Man, a sacred object left behind by a transcendent being after his death.

　Lucius followed Merlin's instructions and reconnected the broken nerves and re-engaged the twisted gears, and the heart began to beat again.

　Only someone like him, an expert in both steam engines and mysticism, could repair extraordinary items of this level.

　"Principal, you are too kind." Lucius smiled bitterly.

　From the moment Lucius saw the Heart of Gear, he knew that Merlin would not come back for it.

　This heart is reserved for him.

　This is his sin, his madness, and his key.

　Indeed, what Principal Merlin really wanted to convey was very simple:

　The chains could not bring Lucius redemption.

　He needs to atone for his sins.

　Lucius stood up with difficulty, rubbed his wrist, and then squeezed the heart tightly.

　He could feel the sparks burning his skin, and a faint black gas surged out as the gears turned, gradually flowing along his wrists and into the lines under his cuffs.

　That was the mark left when Lucius forcibly took in the Tree of Life. A black aura flowed through it, and every movement caused him unbearable pain.

　He had a black heart, which made him incompatible with this blasphemous aura.

　Compatible, yet painful, every minute and every second is like a torture that drills the heart and gouges out the bones.

　Even so, Lucius's expression did not change at all. He stared at the dazzling light in front of him like a sculpture and closed his eyes.

　Steamman, a cursed creation, an evil spirit composed of anti-life essence.

　That power comes from the Cursed River beneath the Erulu Desert, a vast river formed by the resentment of the dead golden people.

　Resentment and sin are essentially a kind of memory. The power of curse is just a medium, pointing to a certain past of the curser: a past that caused him pain.

　According to Lucius's understanding, the curse is the material that pain leaves in the real world in the form of projection.

　Just as the song of death can be shaped in the real world, pain can also be shaped.

　It just needs a carrier.

　""

　As the blasphemous black air gradually flowed through the marks on Lucius' body, his body was gradually surrounded by the black air.

　When the black energy completely filled the mark, Lucius suddenly opened his dark eyes:

　"Steam," he growled.

　The next second, a fire string equivalent to the seven-string magic exploded, and the scorching heat and steam gushed out, instantly shattering the string magic circle on the ground.

　The dungeon door was blown away, and raging flames rushed into the corridor, instantly engulfing several passing imperial soldiers.

　"Ahhhhh!!!"

　The remaining imperial soldiers distanced themselves from the flames, lined up in the narrow corridor, and watched the prison door vigilantly as it suddenly exploded.

　As they watched, a tall figure wearing bronze armor entangled with pipes and with flames in his eyes walked out of the cell.

　Steam Man.

　Without giving the Imperial soldiers a chance to shout or fight back, the Steam Man raised his arms, and the Firestring Cannon spun and sprayed out tongues of fire, smashing the soldiers' bodies into piles of burning fragments.

　Steam belched out of the bronze pipes with a whistling sound, and sparks burst from the air, turning the dungeon into a burning inferno.

　The Steamman is Lucius's greatest achievement in the field of mysticism and steam engines, but it is also his greatest sin.

　He walked out of the cell with his sins as his body.

　""

　Deep in the dungeon, Prince Austin half-opened his eyes and raised his head with difficulty.

　He could hear the melody of golden sands lingering in his ears - it was his brother who came to the Academy and planted the banner of the Golden People in the land of the Goddess.

　From the moment he was imprisoned, Austin knew that his brother would definitely save him.