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

　"I'm Chloe August," she whispered to the stuffed bear.

　Then she picked up the scissors on the ground and cut the stuffed bear's throat.

　She pulled the cotton out of the stuffed bear's throat, wads of it together, and threw it on the floor, covering the entire room.

　"I'm Chloe August," she said.

　"I'm Chloe August," she repeated.

　"I am..."

　""

　The light and shadows changed, and in the arena, Chloe was fighting a man with a slender sword.

　Every time the man swung his rapier, it seemed to carry a strong wind. Even the aftermath made Chloe lose her balance, let alone take the initiative to attack.

　Then, in one of the fierce sword strikes, Chloe was thrown over and fell to the ground.

　She raised her head, and the tip of the silver sword was pressed against her neck.

　"Wind! Flow like the wind!" Her father looked down at Chloe. "Your actions are reckless. Listen to the wind and keep pace with it!"

　After saying that, he sheathed his sword and reached out to Chloe.

　Chloe stared silently at the calloused hand, but did not try to help it. Instead, she struggled to get up.

　She picked up the sword at her feet and took a stance against her father.

　Louis-Auguste nodded and took up his stance as well.

　"Salute," he said.

　""

　The darkness flowed, transforming into a dark room and a messy bed.

　Chloe lay on the bed, looking at the crescent moon outside the window with empty eyes.

　At the foot of the bed were still scattered cotton and a tattered stuffed bear, with its head lowered and its back shabby.

　"Clean up your room yourself. From today on, the maid will not take care of your daily life."

　"Everything depends on yourself."

　""

　The footsteps faded away, from the corridor and from Chloe's heart.

　""

　The image distorted again, and this time, Chloe was standing in the center of the shooting range, surrounded by darkness.

　A target suddenly stood up, and the girl turned around abruptly, raising her pistol:

　"boom--"

　"Bang bang—"

　Targets rose one after another, only to be instantly knocked down by the girl. Chloe spun freely in the center of the field, each shot sharp and accurate.

　After all the targets fell, light footsteps were heard from the side.

　"Ms. Chloe, your accuracy has reached the standard to join the Pegasus Knights."

　Chloe turned around and saw Gloria walking towards her with a cold look in her eyes.

　"I offer a rational suggestion: reduce your training. After breaking through the fourth string, your spirit body will need some time to repair."

　Chloe shook her head.

　"The Imperial front is advancing, and the guerrilla fighters have become increasingly discouraged. As a representative, I must lead the charge."

　"Perhaps you could try to talk to General Anthony Moran," Gloria suggested, "pull the front line back and lure the Imperial Army deeper into the area. Perhaps you can use the strategic advantage of depth to delay them."

　Hearing the name "Anthony Moran", Chloe laughed disdainfully.

　"That good-for-nothing? He's probably already discussed the profit-sharing with that whore-like sheriff of Winter County, planning to separate Winter County from its annexation of Falu. That so-called general is nothing but a profit-hungry wild dog, no different from those jackals that sneak into Massena every now and then."

　"As for his younger brother, Dominic Moran? That guy has been promoting the so-called Massena New Party recently. He's been parading, parading, and parading all day long, leading the residents to revolt. But if he had taken out one-tenth of the Moran Chamber of Commerce's monthly harvest, it would be enough to give each of the civilians who support him a basket of black bread! Do they want to win the war with the Empire? No, they want to do business with the people of the Citadel, do business with the people of the Empire, and even lick the stinky feet of the Yanxia people!"

　Chloe spoke a lot excitedly, lowered her head, and squinted slightly:

　"But even now, my father is still hanging out with that witch."

　Looking at the lost Chloe, Gloria said in a calm tone:

　"As a knight serving the goddess, I cannot question the legitimacy of the rituals Your Majesty presides over. Those rituals are not recorded in the goddess's canon, but Your Majesty is very devout and is unwilling to listen to our advice."

　"He's already senile, just don't make things worse." Chloe snorted coldly.

　"Miss Chloe, maybe you should go talk to him." Gloria said.

　"Me? Is my words any use?"

　Chloe avoided Gloria's gaze and pursed her lips slightly.

　When was the last time you spoke to your father?

　Two years ago? Three years ago?

　Ever since she saw the maid who was no longer responsible for her daily life enter her father's room late at night, the young girl seemed to understand everything.

　Under the moonlight, the maid named Serena was wearing a long dress, her long bright red hair tied into a noble ponytail, and velvet over-the-knee socks outlining the graceful curves of her legs.

　Her eyes were so cold and clear that they seemed to be able to draw away people's desires and make people fall into them willingly.

　Even the king is the same.

　Chloe tilted her head, but felt the side of her face burned by Gloria's gaze.

　"Okay, I'll go talk." She closed her eyes.

　""

　When Chloe saw her father again, it was still in that bedroom.

　As the King of Falluau, Louis Auguste, the Flower Emperor, did not excessively pursue a magnificent palace. He lived in a medium-sized bedroom with simple decoration, which was not even as luxurious as the relief on the corridor ceiling.

　It used to be like this, but it’s not like this now.

　As soon as she entered the room, Chloe saw four or five pairs of empty eyes - those eyes belonged to stacked heads, pigs, sheep, cows, all domestic animals.

　The heads were piled on the desk, blood was flowing to the ground, and blood-stained ears of wheat and rice were placed next to them.

　The Flower King was sitting behind the desk, dressed in tattered clothes and looking haggard.

　But his face was filled with a bright smile:

　"Ah, Chloe," he murmured softly, "It's been three or four days since I saw you. You're here, you're busy, aren't you?"

　Three or four days? Chloe snorted coldly, stepped over the blood magic circle, and slammed a pile of documents on the desk:

　"If you continue this kind of sacrifice, even if the Pegasus Knights continue to consume their own prestige, they will not be able to suppress the anger of the people," she said.

　"The anger of the people? No... That's not it..." Louis shook his head calmly, "The goddess has responded to me... In the depths of the land of the disordered... She casts her calm gaze upon me..."

　Chloe was too lazy to talk to him anymore, she knocked on the table lightly, interrupting Louis’ statement:

　"Then grant me the supplies. I will lead the guerrillas to the front lines and delay the Imperials."

　"Okay... okay..." Louis nodded, "This is the will of the goddess... This is all the will of the goddess..."

　The Flower King took out the coat of arms and casually stamped it on the document without even reading it.

　Then he began to pray to the pile of livestock heads again.

　Chloe picked up the documents and turned to leave without even glancing at her father.

　After she cut her braids and slit the teddy bear's throat with her own hands, she no longer bothered to express her so-called tenderness to her father.

　Yes, everything is for the August family, everything is for the goddess, but not for Chloe.

　A girl who has been pampered since she can remember has been struggling in the arena for ten years, which is enough to make the petals of any delicate little flower sharp.

　Sharp things are bound to cut something.

　What Chloe cut off was her own past.

　If Louis-Auguste had taught Chloe anything, it was that the only person you could rely on was yourself.

　Not a goddess, nor a witch of unknown origin.

　Chloe didn't want to stay with her self-degrading father for even a second longer.

　""

　As Chloe left the bedroom, she passed by Serena who was coming towards her.

　She didn't look at the witch, but the witch gave her a faint smile:

　"Good day, Miss Chloe."

　The moment they passed each other, Chloe's eyes became sharp and her pace became faster.

　She didn't stop for a second, but strode towards the outer hall, ready to grab the supplies and head to the front line.

　What Chloe didn't know was that her entire past would be completely left behind.

　In the future, she will never have the chance to talk to her father face to face again.

Chapter 293: Forest of Rocks (Part 7) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The guerrillas' operations on the front line were not smooth.

　On the battlefield, the Fallu musketeers found it difficult to penetrate the Imperials' armor made of gold sand, and the thick curse fog was like a ghost that would take lives and sweep across the battlefield if one was not careful.

　And when the cloud of curse dissipated, only bones and debris remained among the war cries.

　""

　Chloe barely remembers how she spent that time.

　Faces flashed before her eyes: happy, sad, angry, desperate.

　Those faces always moved her at first, but as time went by, she found herself becoming more and more indifferent.

　""

　Whenever Chloe returned to Massena, she was always greeted by an increasingly turbulent situation: folk parades were everywhere, the "New Party of Massena" became more and more powerful, and some people were

　Someone threw a Molotov cocktail at the church door, and the fire almost spread.

　But the Flower King still carried out his plan strictly and stubbornly, collecting livestock and food from the people and holding large-scale sacrificial ceremonies.

　"The goddess will save us all!" In the square, he ignored the protests from the audience and opened his arms to embrace the night sky.

　But the night sky never responded.

　""

　In the corner of the square, Chloe looked coldly at her increasingly insane father without saying a word.

　That is the person who has lost his hope, that is the person who relies on others.

　Does God love the world? He collects salaries but never responds.

　Even as the dark curse devoured God's chosen people on the battlefield, He never allowed a single star of mercy to shine upon the mortal world.

　Where is God?

　The corners of Chloe's mouth twitched slightly, and the hazy incense made her vision blurry.

　Looking up at the starry sky, she closed her eyes and murmured softly:

　"Supreme Goddess... If you really exist, please stop this madness..."

　After she finished speaking, she opened her eyes and nodded to Gloria beside her:

　"Let's go, it's time to return to the battlefield."

　The battle lines were constantly retreating, and soon the territory between Falu and Winter County was completely occupied by the Imperials.

　The guerrillas achieved considerable success, but even so, the general trend was difficult to break.

　Chloe was already a little numb. She didn't want to stop, but she didn't know where to go.

　Her increasingly incompetent father and the increasingly low morale made her close her eyes.