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

　This city, which had just been attacked by a group of dragons, seemed to be still in the palpitations of surviving the disaster. Xing Mo could feel the breath emitted by the people in the city - that faint, uneasy breath.

　Xing Mo's eyes froze, and when she opened them again, her sight was already thousands of miles above the sky.

　The hawk cut through the clouds and flew towards the distant August Palace.

　Xingmo is going to check the ingredients.

Chapter 279: White Dove on the Cross (Part 6) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　The hawks rose and fell in the clouds, becoming part of the night.

　The huge outline of the August Palace was getting closer and closer. Xing Mo could see countless bright spots moving inside the palace, flashing with light of different colors.

　After becoming a demigod, she could easily sense the spiritual signatures from afar, even from this distance.

　Among them, of course, is Serena's.

　""

　The falcon's gaze moved and locked onto a figure deep in the August Palace.

　Serena should be in her study right now. Xingmo didn't know what she was doing, but she didn't sense any unusual aura.

　If she tried to activate the altar or send a messenger, Xingmo would know it immediately.

　Then just keep an eye on it for a while.

　The falcon tumbled up and down in the air, spinning left and right like a super top.

　After wandering around aimlessly for about an hour and a half, Serena finally moved.

　Xingmo looked down from the clouds and saw the bright spot belonging to Salina walk out of the study and walk through the corridors of the palace.

　Soon, Salina entered the back garden.

　Xingmo saw Serena, wearing a long dress, walking across the lawn and towards an ancient tree in the corner of the garden.

　Countless copper ornaments of various shapes were hung on the ancient tree, colliding with each other in the evening breeze and striking the strings in the air.

　Oh? Look what she's going to do.

　The falcon swooped down, flew straight through the canopy of a tree, and reappeared as a small gray-haired squirrel.

　The little squirrel got in the handle, chirped across the lawn, and poked half of its little head out from the grass.

　After the puppet manipulation technique is updated, the puppet can be used as a medium to utilize the shadow space to complete the form switching.

　In other words, she hid the squirrel and the falcon in the shadows in advance, so that they could switch seamlessly when needed to adapt to various terrains and scenes.

　Scout Squirrel Xingmo, attack!

　""

　Apparently, Serena didn't sense the little squirrel, which was well hidden both physically and mystically.

　When she arrived at the ancient tree, she turned her head and looked around.

　After confirming that there was no one around, she took out a wand that looked like twisted branches and gently waved it in the air.

　Xingmo knew that she was creating the altar structure to prevent information leakage.

　Sure enough, after a few seconds, the wind swirled a hole around Serena - she placed herself in a spiritually enclosed area.

　Not only the spiritual power field is blocked, but also the sound.

　But Xingmo had already prepared countermeasures.

　"Buzzing..."

　The little squirrel stretched out her claws, and the bone blade tore a crack from the side of her hand—

　——The ribs of Saint Nero.

　The bone blade tore open a rift in the spirit world, and the little squirrel was instantly engulfed in a faint grayish-white light and shadow, falling into the spirit world.

　Not far away, a spiritual bubble was floating among the gray and white light and shadow.

　The little squirrel swam over, stabbed the bone blade into the space again, and then emerged from the gray and white light and shadow.

　As soon as it emerged, it was picked up by a hand:

　"Squeak!"

　Serena looked at the squirrel that suddenly appeared at her feet in confusion. Logically speaking, after the altar was sealed, no animal could run in, right?

　Could it be that it was already under my feet before the altar was closed, but I just didn't notice it?

　"There's no time..." Serena whispered.

　Xing Mo then noticed what she was referring to - the ancient tree in front of him had been surrounded by countless gray and white lights since he had no idea when, it seemed illusory, real and fake.

　"There's not enough time to rearrange the altar... I'm so tired of this mess."

　Serena pursed her lips, and for a moment, she looked like a slightly angry princess.

　The next second, she broke the little squirrel's neck without hesitation.

　"Click."

　The little squirrel fell to the ground and died.

　Died peacefully.

　Serena stepped on the squirrel's corpse, rubbed the sole of her shoe hard, and listened to the bloody sound with an expressionless face.

　So cool.

　A slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she didn't notice at all...that a streak of light on the ancient tree had undergone a subtle change.

　Xingmo opened her eyes and found herself hanging on a tree, her vision gray.

　Fortunately, I transferred in time, otherwise I would have experienced having my neck broken in the first person.

　Although it won't kill you, it's still very scary.

　Xing Mo lowered her head and found that her body had become a blurry ball of light and shadow - this was her new puppet, also improvised, a "spirit" hanging on the ancient tree.

　Using a spirit as a puppet is a really weird experience.

　I feel like he's becoming more and more like a cult wizard...Xingmo complained in his heart.

　She turned her attention back to Serena and listened attentively.

　""

　After dealing with the little squirrel, Serena raised her head and looked directly at the ancient tree.

　She chanted a string of obscure words, and the spirits on the ancient tree suddenly began to entangle, forming a vortex.

　A crack appeared from the vortex.

　Xing Mo felt that the spiritual pressure around him suddenly increased sharply, and even the space was distorted and rippled.

　She knew that there could only be one being in the rift.

　The invisible mist communicated with His messenger in the real world?

　Although the Faroese were stupid enough to tear down the goddess's church, it's still too rude of you, an Outer God!

　Xing Mo stared at Salina calmly, watching her pupils gradually turn black, as if strands of silk threads were swaying from her body.

　The communication between the two seems to be not through words, but through some special way.

　It's an encrypted call... so there's no way to eavesdrop...

　Looking at Salina's half-human, half-ghost appearance, Xing Mo couldn't help but sigh that this divine favor was hidden too well. A living Song of Death, but the spirit looked exactly the same as a human.

　This guy has been hiding in the world for more than ten years and no one has discovered him.

　Is this the power of the Lost Realm? As an authority in the realm of life on par with the Song of the Tree of Life, it can allow a monster to exist in the form of human life?

　It was so realistic... If Xing Mo hadn't recognized the characteristics of the invisible mist mark in the fire dragon's body, she might not have been found until now.

　Well...but with her way of communicating, there's probably no way I can get any information.

　But since Serena opened the sacred tree, she must be reporting what happened today to some existence.

　The Invisible Mist is at best a middleman, and it is useless to report to him. He can't come down personally to beat Xing Mo to a pulp.

　In other words, the target of this information was Serena's accomplice.

　So, even if you can't understand what the information is...it's still easy to find a direction.

　So, Xingmo calmed down and waited silently for Salina to complete the communication.

　About three minutes later, Serena took a deep breath, and the darkness in her eyes faded away.

　She drew her wand and with a flick of her wand severed the altar.

　Seizing this opportunity, Xing Mo controlled the puppet to drill into the crack on the ancient tree and began to travel through the spiritual world.

　Okay, just let the puppet spirit fly slowly here, and we will know the result by tomorrow morning at the latest.

　Xingmo closed her eyes, opened them again, and returned to the hotel suite.

　As expected, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Aurora's face leaning close to her.

　This little guy actually took advantage of Xingmo's absence to...

　...a cream painting on the face.

　"Ha, little cat, you're finally awake?" Aurora smiled brightly. "You've been gone for a long time, eh?"

　"It's a good harvest," Xing Mo took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, "It is indeed a follower of the Invisible Mist. I'm afraid it is very powerful, a saint, or even a demigod."

　"It's a vixen, so it's bewitching the Flower King and Dominic," Aurora said happily. "Little Saint, if her followers are so bewitching, why don't you bewitch me?"

　"I'll go to the kitchen later, and then you'll know what bewitching means." Xing Mo pretended to be deep.

　"I've been tempted." Aurora drooled.

　Xingmo chuckled, reached out her hand, rubbed Aurora's little head, and sighed softly:

　"The Flower King may not have realized that for so long, the evil god's altar had been hidden in the back garden of his palace. He was gradually contaminated, and ultimately, his bloody sacrifices destroyed the fate of the Kingdom of Falu."

　"So, are you going to tell Chloe?" Aurora asked lazily.

　"Of course I have to tell her, but not now, and not here," Xing Mo shook her head. "If I tell her directly, she'll probably just pick up her pistol and sword and go after Serena. And that follower is clearly not someone you can easily deal with."

　"That's right. If a fight really breaks out in Massena, I'm sure half the city will collapse," Aurora murmured. "Let's talk about it later."

　"Ah."

　Xing Mo nodded, and then continued with his thoughts:

　"Tomorrow, we are going to meet an old friend and see if we can get some important information in advance."

　"Are you talking about the puppeteer?" Aurora tilted her head. "I don't think he'll say anything, okay?"

　The Puppet Master, a member of the Red Moon Cult, fought Xingmo several times in Winter County and was eventually killed by Ancient Dragon Hunter.

　He was resurrected as a weaker double, and was subsequently captured by Chloe and held captive.

　After the Winter County incident, Chloe learned many ways to deal with curses from the puppeteer, and thus led the Kite Wing Guerrillas to gain a lot of advantages in the confrontation with the Empire.

　Xingmo wanted to see him because the final destination of their trip was the primeval forest of Messina.

　It is the headquarters of the Red Moon Cult and also the place where the gate to the kingdom of God on earth in the invisible mist is opened.

　"It's okay. If he doesn't say anything, we'll help you beat him up until he says something."

　Aurora yawned and stretched.

　"Let's take a break today, I'm so tired~"

　"You didn't do anything, why are you tired?" Xingmo scratched the kitten's nose.

　"I'll feel tired even if I don't do anything. In fact, most of the time, I won't feel tired unless I do a lot of things. It's easier to feel tired if I'm idle," Aurora muttered.

　"Okay, then take a good rest~"

　Xingmo suddenly stood up, picked up Aurora by the armpits, and ran straight to the bathroom.

　"Hey! What are you doing?!"

　"Don't you want to rest? Let's take a shower first."

　"When did you become so proactive?!"