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

　Chloe turned around and saw Xingmo holding a cross star and walking towards the stone demon lazily and casually.

　When the stone demon saw the girl coming towards him, he let out a wild roar and then rushed towards Xingmo using all four limbs.

　Seeing Xingmo approaching, it raised its huge fist and smashed it forward—

　——But it stopped less than half a meter in front of Xingmo’s face.

　"What's wrong? Don't want to fight anymore?" Xing Mo said lightly.

　The stone demon's face trembled, and as rubble poured down, its face twisted and its cloudy pupils widened slightly.

　It stared directly into the girl's pupils, which were outlined by pure golden starlight, and its mountain-like body began to tremble.

　Reiatsu.

　A terrifying, overwhelming spiritual pressure.

　"If you don't move, I will."

　Xing Mo muttered, and waved the Star Cross casually -

　"boom"

　The golden starlight exploded instantly, blasting the stone demon's body into the most basic spiritual fragments, and dissipated along with the golden starlight.

　Xingmo drew out his magic wand and flicked it lightly in the air. The spiritual blade pierced the stone demon's spirit that was about to dissipate. Dark strings attacked from all directions, binding and capturing it.

　"A wizard's interrogation should naturally be conducted in a wizard's way." Xing Mo said lightly.

Chapter 275: White Dove on the Cross (Part 2) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　Isn't this a bit too violent...

　Watching the stone demon turn into dust and dissipate, Chloe put down her pistol with a dull expression.

　In fact, Chloe knew about this kind of extraordinary loss of control - in the remote mountains of Falu, some cultists had mastered this forbidden technology. The principle was to stimulate the vitality of the extraordinary factors in the body in a short period of time, causing it to expand rapidly to the point of being out of control.

　It's a way to increase combat effectiveness in a short period of time, but it also means a loss of sanity - in other words, an embrace of madness.

　Generally speaking, once you embrace madness, it's unlikely you'll ever return to sanity; it's a one-way road to the abyss.

　Well... then it was killed instantly by Miss Jiedeti in one blow.

　This was actually not so bad. After all, Chloe had seen the battle between Jadeti and General Nepenses before. Miss Jadeti's strength was indeed a bit outrageous. Even the leader of the Messina Rangers was defeated in just a few moves by her.

　There was also the fire dragon on the K3 train in Winter County. Chloe didn't know what happened at the time, but now thinking about it, it was probably saved by such great force.

　What really made Chloe feel unbelievable was the stone demon's attitude towards Miss Jiedeti.

　Its fist was almost about to hit Miss Jiedeti's face, but it stopped.

　At that moment, Chloe saw fear on the monster's face.

　Unlike General Wangyou, the stone demon who has lost his mind and fights with crazy instincts is obviously not afraid of anything.

　If there is fear, it must be an animal-like, instinctive fear of the existence of those higher up the food chain.

　Has it reached...this point?

　Chloe pinched her nose and took a deep breath, beginning to feel as though she had been a bit hasty in bringing her into Fallou.

　Fortunately, she is on my side...if she was taken away by the New Party, I would be in trouble.

　Chloe recalled her initial arrogant attitude towards Miss Jiedeti on the K3 train in Winter County, and couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

　Fortunately, she has a good temper.

　""

　On the other side, Xingmo gently shook her wand, and the soul pierced by the spiritual blade gradually floated in front of her.

　The soul's face was no longer clear, but he was still murmuring.

　It seems that the damage to the soul caused by embracing madness is really visible to the naked eye...

　He went crazy and his face was gone.

　Well...at this intensity, he can only answer one question at most before disappearing.

　Fortunately, it was done quickly, otherwise I might not have been able to ask any questions.

　So, Xing Mo took a deep breath and asked after a brief consideration:

　"Who ordered you to rob people on the road?"

　Her reasoning was simple: now that the Citadel had fallen, even the people of Messina knew that the people inside the city had failed to escape, so they dared to invade the border with great fanfare.

　Logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone to pass through the France-Luxembourg border.

　Then why did these robbers choose the main border roads so precisely to carry out highway robbery?

　It was obvious that they were going to rob a specific person.

　Chloe went to the Academy to seek allies, and only two forces knew about this.

　The Kite Wing Guerrillas, and... the Fallu New Party.

　After a brief delay, the soul spoke vaguely:

　"...Dominic Moran."

　After saying this, its spirit body quickly twisted and then dissipated into countless fragments.

　Xing Mo gently waved her wand to dispel the foul spiritual energy, then turned and looked at Chloe:

　"Dominic Moran, is this name familiar to you?"

　Hearing the name, Chloe's face changed, and the hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

　"Of course I'm familiar with him," she gritted her teeth. "He was the one who started the uprising and overthrew my father."

　Massena-Fallu Republic.

　In the deep room of the August Palace, the stylus scratched across the winding grooves on the record, producing a melodious and joyful sound.

　When the joy was over, the curly-haired man put on his coat and poured himself a glass of red wine at the table.

　"...Dominic..."

　A woman's breathless voice called out from the bed behind him, but Dominic didn't turn around. He just put the glass to his lips and took a sip.

　The light from outside the window filtered through the dark red curtains, casting a blood-like dark tone on his profile, adding a hint of dark and murderous aura to his handsome features.

　Dominic didn't speak until he finished a whole glass of wine:

　“Those who achieve great things should be swift and precise.”

　"...I didn't say anything about you being over in three minutes," the woman muttered.

　"I didn't say that," Dominic cleared his throat. "What I said was that I'm afraid August's ghost is about to be resurrected."

　"Does this have anything to do with you being over in three minutes?"

　"Don't you want to tell me?"

　"Just because I didn't say it just now doesn't mean I won't say it now."

　Serena got up from the bed and came to Dominic. Her graceful curves were dim and blurred under the blood-red light and shadow.

　"It will be useless if you send someone to cause trouble for her..."

　Serena took the red wine from Dominic and took a sip herself:

　"Chloe August is more than capable of defeating the stone demon."

　"But her allies in the Citadel won't be so lucky," Dominic chuckled. "Think about it. They're already a defeated force, and they might even have many elderly, weak, women, and children with them. And then... snap, the rocks will smash them into a bloody foam."

　"You are still so cruel." Serena smiled indulgently.

　“I call it efficient.”

　Dominic turned his head, leaned over the table, and stared at the goldfish bowl on the corner of the table.

　He gently picked up a handful of fish food and threw it into the goldfish bowl, watching the goldfish scramble for food:

　"It's just a little trick. Chloe's friends in the Citadel won't consider Faro a habitable area. With the breakdown of the negotiations, Chloe's little plan is doomed."

　"But have you ever considered that her anger might reach you?" Serena pressed her nose against the wall of her wine glass. "With her intelligence, how could she not guess that it was you who did it?"

　"So what if she guessed it? She won't have any evidence. Those bandits, except for the boss, don't know me. And the boss who knows me will be destroyed soon after he turns into a stone demon. Unless she is an all-powerful demigod, it's impossible for her to get any evidence."

　Dominice raised her head from the bathtub and smiled confidently at Serena:

　"August's wronged spirit is reviving, and what we need to do next is to completely eliminate it."

　"Okay," Serena chuckled. "Before then, can I borrow you for another three minutes?"

　"It's been more than three minutes this time."

　The needle dropped into the groove again, and the record began to spin slowly, spitting out bubbling notes in the dark room.

　From Chloe's mouth, Xingmo roughly understood who Dominic Moran was.

　He was a second-generation merchant who engaged in foreign trade between France and the Empire, and therefore had a considerable following in Massena.

　When the negative public opinion about the Flower King reached its peak, Dominic decisively united with the French army to encircle the August Palace and eventually captured the king who was kneeling in the center of the blood altar.

　He then fanned the flames, used the Chamber of Commerce's advantage to control domestic public opinion, and eventually sent the king to the guillotine.

　He then became the leader of the new party that ruled the Falluja Republic.

　"They're coming with bad intentions," Xing Mo muttered. "As soon as we enter the border, they're trying to intimidate us?"

　"It seems he predicted I'd bring refugees in, so he set a trap and ambushed me." Chloe clenched her fists. "Damn it! These are refugees! How could he do such a thing..."

　Politics is always bloody, especially in times of chaos.

　Xing Mo was not surprised, but was a little disdainful of Dominic Moran's methods.

　This guy did make a very cruel choice, but his methods were not cruel enough.

　In this way, if he misjudges the enemy's strength, he will put himself at a great disadvantage.

　Such as now.

　"It seems that we really need to conduct a thorough investigation before considering accepting the refugees."

　Xingmo said, walked to Chloe and patted her shoulder:

　"Then let's go meet this New Party leader first... as diplomats."

　"He might do more harm," Chloe nodded, "Miss Jadeti, please be careful."

　"Don't worry, we're not the ones to be afraid of."

　Xingmo raised her head and looked along the road ahead at the mountains stretching to the horizon:

　"It's him."

　That afternoon, Xingmo and his group arrived at the Massena checkpoint.

　From a distance, the mottled city walls stood under the amber-gray sky, with traces of fire burning visible everywhere on the walls.

　Massena is located on the western side of the Republic of France, and the battle line has not yet advanced here, so the flames could not have been caused by the Imperials.

　Looking at those traces, Xingmo's mind emerged with the civil war.

　The Fall of a King...

　"...Be vigilant upon entering the border," Chloe whispered. "We can't avoid meeting Dominic Moran. If we're heading to the Giant King's Court, he's the only one who can talk to the giants."

　"Oh? He has a good relationship with the giant?" Xingmo asked.

　"Well... I can't say I have a good relationship with the giants," Chloe sighed. "When Dominic overthrew my father, he promised the giants a lot of favorable terms, so the giants also helped during the attack on Massena."

　Chloe pointed to the city wall in the distance, and Xingmo saw a huge gap.

　It really looked like it was made by some giant creature.

　"Actually, the Giant King's Court hasn't contributed much. After all, the mountains are currently the territory of the Fire Dragon. But Dominic has established good relations with several giants on the surface. If we were to visit the King's Court, his words would carry some weight."

　Oh, he knows the janitor...

　Xingmo nodded at Chloe without saying anything, but took out a letter from her inner pocket.

　She opened the envelope with the Nefera Beta Magic Academy crest printed on it and unfolded the folded paper inside.

　Before leaving Nefera Beta, Principal Merlin sent a letter, saying that the contents in it could guide her into the Giant King's Court.