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

　"How do we cut the string of truth?" Xing Mo asked.

　"It's simple. Use a strong enough Life String to cut off Yuechen's power. He possesses at most one-third of the truth. What you need is two-thirds of life."

　"This means that in addition to the Tree of Life, you also need to obtain the authority of the life domain of either Sandsong or the Lost Realm."

　Merlin finished speaking and stared at Aurora without saying anything else.

　Without further explanation, Xingmo and Aurora understood what he meant.

　It was naturally impossible to obtain the Song of Sand, so there was only one option left.

　They need to kill the invisible fog.

　This meant killing a genuine god.

Chapter 266: White City (Part 6) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　The Invisible Mist is said to be an evil god born from the spiritual power that dissipated when the Golden Sun fell.

　Unlike those high angels, He seems to love answering the prayers of believers and bestowing His power upon them.

　Whether it is the curse power used by the Machiavelli Empire or the nightmare power used by the Red Moon Cult, they all come from this dark god.

　During the October Rain incident, Xingmo witnessed His gaze coming from the cracks in the sky, watching over the earth.

　At that moment, she knew the gap between mortals and gods.

　"The prerequisite for wanting to kill a god is to enter his kingdom," Xingmo looked directly at Merlin across the table. "The kingdom of the invisible mist...is not in our world, right?"

　Merlin nodded and said:

　"His kingdom of God is located outside the sky. To be more precise, it is located in a thin film gap outside the false starry sky. According to the arrangement of dimensions, it is located

　In the narrow gap between the spiritual world and the real world."

　"Let's not even talk about whether we can get into that place," Aurora cleared her throat. "Even if we can get in, that guy is definitely not weak... He tried to descend in the form of a steam man before, and we barely managed a draw with him, let alone his true form."

　"Let's answer the questions one by one," Merlin said. "First, regarding how to enter the kingdom of God in the invisible mist, the answer is, you don't need to search for it."

　"unnecessary?"

　"Yes. In the past few hundred years, the Invisible Mist has been increasingly active in the real world, from the Cursed River rising from beneath the Erulu Desert to its later appearance as a follower of the Red Moon spreading faith on the fringes of the civilized world. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

　"The purpose behind all these events is that this evil god is preparing to open the gates of his kingdom of God to the real world, thereby coming into reality."

　Merlin said, tapping the table lightly with his index finger, his face becoming more serious.

　"Remember? The puppeteer you met on the K3 train in Winter County. The Red Moon Cult's base is in the Kingdom of Messina. So why did he travel halfway across the world to Winter County to find the Temple of Saint Nero?"

　"He wants to obtain the divine remains?" Xing Mo frowned, "This means..."

　"It means he wants to obtain even more powerful supernatural powers, like a demigod or an angel," Merlin said. "Then think about it, why does he need such powerful powers?"

　As soon as these words came out, Xingmo felt a chill on her back, while Aurora chuckled.

　"He wants to turn himself into a vessel for that false god?" Aurora laughed.

　"It's also possible that he wants to turn the false god into his own puppet," Xing Mo recalled the nightmare giant. "In Winter County, he was controlling a demigod-level puppet to fight."

　Such ambition can't help but make people's backs chill.

　"It's a pity that he has no skills and has been captured." Aurora waved her hand.

　Well, I'm about to get in touch with Miss Chloe, so I can ask her about her situation.

　"In short, the gate to the Kingdom of God on Earth will open soon, and the Invisible Mist will surely descend before the White Tower is opened, because the things inside the White Tower are also His target."

　"As for the helpers he sought... Haha, the Golden King clearly had no intention of sincerely becoming his followers. The relationship between the two is nothing more than mutual exploitation."

　"The helper of the Invisible Mist is naturally the Red Moon Cult."

　"Their base is in the primeval forest at the border between the Kingdom of Messina and the Territory of Academi. If we find them there, we will naturally find the gate to the Invisible Mist."

　After Merlin finished speaking, he smiled at Xingmo and Aurora:

　"As for those guys from the Red Moon Cult, they shouldn't be considered a threat to you two, right?"

　Well... Indeed, the Puppeteer is already considered a high-ranking figure in the Red Moon Cult. Even so, his true form may only be at the Saint level.

　Before, Xing Mo was not inferior to him in a one-on-one fight, let alone now.

　"Then the second question," Xingmo said, "is, how can the Invisible Mist be killed?"

　"How about you go up?" Aurora blinked.

　Merlin smiled bitterly:

　"Regretfully, I have to say that after a hundred years of accumulating power, the Invisible Mist is not something any of us can defeat."

　"If you want to harm an angelic being, you need to use at least an angelic being as raw material to create a weapon that can be spiritually equal to them in order to inflict damage."

　For example, the angel bullets...Xingmo remembered the six bullets that Miss Perlis made with the dust of the winter ribs.

　"And if you want to harm the gods... you need the gods as raw materials..."

　"Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute," Aurora stood up. "You're not suggesting turning me into a weapon, are you? I won't do that!"

　"Of course not," Merlin smiled. "Miss Aurora Halfgard, with your current strength, even if you were made into a weapon, you would not be able to kill the Invisible Mist."

　"You...ah...never mind, just keep talking."

　Aurora sat back dejectedly, seeming a little frustrated at her own uselessness.

　But even if it works, it's unrealistic. How can you turn a cat into a weapon and throw it at a monster? Xingmo was amused by Aurora's appearance and reached out to rub her head:

　"It seems that Principal Merlin knows where to find this...artifact?"

　"Of course. I left the Citadel for so long. You didn't think I was really just there to resolve the dispute between the Giant King's Court and the Fire Dragon, did you?"

　Merlin smiled, stood up, and walked to the window.

　He opened the curtains, and the sunlight rolled in like a flood, illuminating his slightly cloudy silver eyes.

　He gazed westward, at the outline of the mountains, and thought of the great buildings that had once stood at the edge of the world.

　"You should know that before the fall of the Age of Gods, the Giant King's Court was once the most powerful force on the continent. The giants built unimaginable structures in the west of the continent. The tallest castle was once as tall as the Caradorans Mountains."

　Merlin said, turning his head, half of his face was submerged in shadow, only his silver eyes were shining.

　Those eyes seemed to have witnessed many magnificent births and falls.

　"After the Age of Gods, the royal court was divided, and the giants fought to seize

　Power struggles raged among them, they constantly devoured extraordinary strength, whether from their own kind or from dragons, and the mountains trembled in the sea of ​​blood and fire.

　"In the end, the bloody internal strife gradually developed into a one-way ticket to the abyss. All giants were forced to devour the power of the supernatural and continuously ascend from saints to demigods. Because if they did not do so, they would become food for their own kind. The madness brought by the supernatural drove all giants mad, and the mad giants only pursued the supernatural more fiercely and embraced madness."

　"Because the giants themselves are very compatible with extraordinary power, they can withstand more madness. As this endless cycle of death continues, the inevitable will eventually happen."

　Merlin walked back to his desk, sat down, and looked at Xingmo seriously:

　"Yes, at the end of that bloody sacrifice, an angel-level giant was born."

　"He devoured tens of thousands of souls, and above the piles of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, he grew wings made of bones. Bloody mucus flowed from his wings, turning into a flood across the valley."

　"The moment he spread his wings, half of the Giant King's Court was reduced to ashes, mountains were broken in half, and cracks appeared in the earth, forming the current terrain of the Faru Republic."

　"And He did not stop His devouring. After becoming an angel, He roared towards the sky, His mind filled with pure madness. He wanted to devour the world, devour the angels, and finally... devour the gods."

　"It's kind of scary..." Aurora muttered, "It's a scary version of the big fish eating the small fish."

　"What happened next?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Naturally, it was the Star Sea Goddess who took action," Merlin said calmly. "According to what I saw in the murals in the Giant King's Court, the final outcome was that the Earth Angel Saint Attica descended and crushed the giant angel to death deep within the earth's crust."

　"And in the hands of Saint Attica, the Earth Angel, lies a divine artifact from the Star Sea Goddess. Legend has it that she used that artifact to pierce the spine of a giant angel, transforming the deceased giant into the foundation of the earth, supporting the continent that was shattered by her birth."

　"Coincidentally, I know some interesting friends who happen to know the name of that artifact."

　Merlin cleared his throat and gave a mysterious smile:

　"That artifact is called the Spear of Ivramis."

　"Legend has it that it was a feather of the Star Sea Goddess."

　“And I found its location.”

　In a bar in the North City Port District, Heimu was mixing a cloudy cocktail behind the bar. The silver stick stirred in the glass, making a crisp clinking sound.

　Although his hands never stopped, his eyes were always fixed on the bar - more than a dozen imperial soldiers were guarding the door, and their bronze armor emitted a luster under the dim light.

　"Hey, you're blocking the door, I can't do business." Heimu tapped the table lightly with his index finger.

　"Whose business are you doing? No one in the Citadel can come here to drink anymore." A man who looked like an officer leaned against the bar, looking at Heimu with a half-smile. "The emperor said you can't leave this bar. Forgive me."

　Hearing this, Heimu shook his head:

　"Tsk tsk, he clearly promised me during our moonlit rendezvous with your emperor that it wouldn't affect our business."

　"If there is no business in the first place, how can there be any impact?" the officer laughed.

　"Who said there isn't one? Of course there is," Heimu took out the silver stick and shook it. "Look, isn't he coming now?"

　Just as he finished speaking, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open.

　A decadent man in a black windbreaker staggered in, his head lowered, his lake-blue eyes flickering in the shadows.

　In his hand, a gear heart was making an ominous "clicking" sound.

　"Who are you!" the guard shouted, "Put it down immediately..."

　"Steam," Lucius growled.

　The next second, pure fire exploded with steam, instantly blowing all the guards at the door into pieces, crackling and splattering on the floor, walls, and ceiling of the bar.

　The Imperial officer immediately drew his dagger from the bar and stood up to fight back, but before he could see the enemy, an iron claw wrapped in bronze pipes stretched out from the steam and grabbed his throat.

　"Crack!"

　The Imperial Commander's pupils suddenly widened. He barely had time to see the armored face emerging from the steam before his vision was shattered into pieces.

　"Kacha."

　The headless corpse slid under the bar, and the small tavern returned to peace.

　""

　Heimu grabbed the cup, wiped the blood stains on it with a handkerchief, and looked at the visitor with a smile on his face.

　"You are very good at using sin as a shell, Lucius Phillips."

　At this moment, the steam turned into pure darkness and dissipated. The tired man sat down at the bar, not paying any attention to the blood on the bar.

　"Same old routine." Lucius placed the Gear Heart on the bar.

　"Okay," Heimu took out the base liquor from under the bar and began to mix it. "It might taste a bit like blood. You made too much noise. Next time you kill someone, remember to stay away from the bar. You'll contaminate the food."

　"I don't care." Lucius rubbed his temple.

　"Steamman, if such a heavyweight guest could appear in the underground boxing ring, I can't even imagine how high the attendance rate would be," Heimu muttered. "It's a pity that no one seems to come now.

　I wonder how many of those poor workers can survive."

　"I need information, Darkwood," Lucius said in a hoarse voice, "Isabella Ducep, I heard she got... a golden body?"

　"That's right," Heimu smiled politely, "In theory, that body can bear the power of an angel."

　"I want to know how to kill her," Lucius said. "Be specific. I don't want to hear the Black Dragon Society's riddles."

　When the word Black Dragon Society was mentioned, Heimu's pupils suddenly dimmed a lot.

　He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a ferocious black dragon tattoo, and the smile on his face grew even wider:

　"You know more than I thought?"

　"That tattoo only has a spiritual pressure deterrent effect on those below the demigod level. It has no effect on me." Lucius said coldly.

　Heimu's smile remained unchanged:

　"Of course, I don't expect to intimidate you with this. I just want to... speak frankly."

　He pushed the prepared drink to Lucius and then gently wiped the blood off the table with a handkerchief:

　"The Blue Star has descended. You should know what this means to the Yanxia people. The symbol of the blasphemous dragon is unfolding in the sky. We can't just sit there and do nothing."

　"So... I thought... maybe we could work together."

　"I thought you had an appointment with the emperor?" Lucius raised his glass.