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

　"But there's also a saying that... Mist Blood can allow those who are qualified to see revelations from the gods. The revelations here naturally refer to the Mist God they speak of, hmm..."

　"Keep reading."

　So, Xingmo continued to turn the page:

　"...Today, I walked through the forest, through the mountains, and came to the end of the fog..."

　"...When civilization took root, I heard countless legends about the end of the forest. It was said that elves lived there, and their songs were incredibly beautiful under the bright moon..."

　"...I've always longed to walk through the forest, to witness the scene at the end of the world, to see the elves under the moon that my grandfather always told me about at night..."

　"...They are so beautiful, those noble dark elves. Their songs are the truth of the world, and can even make ripples in the clouds..."

　"...But when I truly stood at the end of the world, all I could see was fog..."

　"...Fog, endless fog...The outline of the forest came to an abrupt end here, like a sliced ​​cake, frozen..."

　"...The old priest told me that when I can remove the golden branch under the gaze of God, I can use the golden light as a lamp to break through the fog and reach the true end of the world..."

　"...that's where the fog ends, and where everything ends. God is floating there quietly, overlooking everything..."

　"...But the Golden Bough has not yet matured... The ancient tablet of truth foretold that the Golden Bough's growth cycle changes according to the trajectory of the stars... Not the false starry sky obscured by the goddess, but the real starry sky far above the night sky..."

　"...When the starry sky turns to the right track...the golden branch will be born quietly, and those who are qualified will pick it...through the fog, they will reach the kingdom of disorder..."

　"...I have been waiting for that day, like a child who longs for fireflies to illuminate the darkness, lost on a long road..."

　This paragraph of text contains much more information than the previous page. After reading it, Xingmo roughly grasped several key pieces of information.

　First, seizing the golden branch is only one of the conditions for reaching the Kingdom of the God of Mist. If you really want to open the door to the Kingdom of God, you need to pass through the so-called "fog of fog".

　According to the priest's description, it seemed to be a space at the end of the forest, where everything was shrouded in mist, as if it were a solid object. This sounded like the boundary of some kind of space, like the barrier between Nefera Beta Magic Academy and the Holy Tree Church, the intersection of two spaces. To cross such a boundary, perhaps some qualified characteristics would be required.

　The Golden Bough is probably the object that confers that characteristic.

　Secondly, the maturity cycle of the golden branch depends on the "trajectory of the starry sky". It should be noted here that...what the priest describes is the "real starry sky" outside the false starry sky.

　Regarding this, Mentor Lucius had already told Xingmo about it... He had seen the so-called slate of truth and the description of the false starry sky...

　"Well... I'm more curious about the time..." Merlin whispered, holding his chin, "Let's keep watching."

　He turned another page. There was very little information on this page, only a few lines of text.

　"...According to the stone tablet's calculations, the time for the Golden Bough to mature...will require the assistance of some landmark events..."

　"...One...steam billows from the city's outline..."

　"...Secondly... the garden's outline spans the ocean..."

　"...Third..."

　Following the handwriting, Xingmo's pupils trembled slightly.

　She opened her mouth slightly and turned her head, only to find that Merlin's expression didn't show any surprise at all.

　"...this?"

　What means?

　Xing Mo focused her gaze again, and this time, she whispered the words:

　"...When the Saint reached the depths of darkness..."

Chapter 334 Believers (Part 6) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　In the dark underground secret room, Xingmo felt a slight chill on his back as he read Agostino's words.

　Although these three prophecies recorded on the tablets of truth are not difficult to understand

　"...First...steam gushed out from the outlines of the city..." This obviously refers to the steam revolution in recent years. The human technology tree grew out of the magical jungle and opened up a path for mortals in the sky, which made human civilization no longer completely dependent on wizards.

　"...Secondly... the garden's outline spanned the ocean..." This was an event Xingmo was all too familiar with—the moment the Hanging Gardens descended upon the Citadel. Golden King Ugaon's ambition and conviction made the impossible possible, placing the Citadel's very existence in jeopardy.

　What made Xingmo feel cold was the third one.

　"...When the Saint reached the depths of darkness..."

　Xing Mo raised her head. She was surrounded by darkness, with only a faint candlelight providing light, like a weak lighthouse on a stormy sea that could be extinguished by the storm at any time.

　All of this...doesn't it describe exactly this situation?

　Xingmo read Agostino's notes in the depths of darkness and saw the prophecy.

　She reached the depths of darkness and saw the truth there.

　"The accuracy of fate is reflected here," Merlin muttered. "It is said that the stone tablet only records the truth. If it records it correctly..."

　He glanced at Xing Mo with a complicated expression:

　"Student Xiaomo, the moment you arrive here will mark the beginning of the Golden Branch Ceremony."

　"What is the Slate of Truth?" Xing Mo took a deep breath.

　"Who knows? The misdeeds of a prophet? The traces left by a destiny detector based on the trajectory of the stars?" Merlin spread out his hands. "In fact, the stone tablet did successfully predict some events, such as the Steam Revolution and the advent of the Hanging Gardens..."

　"You should have known this a long time ago," Xingmo turned to look at Merlin, "so you knew the garden would inevitably descend, and that's why you didn't try to stop it."

　When Xingmo asked this, Merlin was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

　Then he nodded slightly:

　"Yes, although it's not based on the Slate of Truth, I have seen the direction of the flow."

　"Then what did you see?" Xing Mo asked lightly.

　Merlin didn't answer, just remained silent.

　Xingmo shook her head and closed the priest's diary.

　"Since my arrival marks the beginning of the ceremony, let's not waste time."

　"Let's go to the forest."

　Xingmo found Aurora on a small hill near Akashina Town.

　The little guy was sitting on the hill, looking at the dilapidated town in the distance and gently stroking the grass beside him.

　Hearing Xingmo coming, she turned around and patted the grass beside her:

　"Come, sit down."

　"Aren't you afraid that I will crush your precious grass?" Xing Mo straightened her skirt and said as she sat down.

　"The grass is not such a fragile life form. Your oppression is a test for them." Aurora said.

　What an experience.

　Xing Mo smiled slightly and said:

　"Something bad has happened. The Golden Branch Ceremony is about to begin, and it seems like all of this has been planned long ago."

　"What fate?" Aurora asked casually.

　"Yeah." Xing Mo nodded.

　When Xingmo saw the priest's notes, he really felt like he was "being pulled by the thread of fate" again.

　It was as if all this was predetermined, everything, and her self-proclaimed free will was just a slight detour on this straight road.

　Fundamentally, she is still walking on what Professor Merlin calls "fate."

　""

　As if resonating with Xingmo's heart, Aurora reached out and gently grasped Xingmo's hand:

　"Fate does exist, and everyone is drawn by the threads of fate, destined by its gravity."

　"Do you think so too?" Xing Mo said in a low voice.

　"Because this is an objective fact," Aurora said calmly, "but who says facts are fixed? Can't they be broken?"

　"How could fate be broken?" Xing Mo looked at Aurora's kitten-like profile.

　Even a demigod like Professor Merlin, the son of an angel who had lived from the Age of Gods to the present day, regarded fate as an iron law and dared not violate it in the slightest.

　How can fate be broken?

　"Someone broke it," Aurora pointed into the distance. "See that rift?"

　Following the direction Aurora pointed, Xingmo saw the scar on the outline of the town of Akashina.

　"Miss Pollis?"

　"My sister has broken her fate, using her knife, as if she

　"Just like when the earth was split open," Aurora looked into the distance, "I saw it."

　"Didn't they say that no one in the town has any memory of that night?"

　"There aren't any people, but there are more than just people in this world," Aurora gently stroked the grass beside her. "The grass still remembers it. They told me about that rain, the rain dyed scarlet by the crimson moonlight, and the figure standing in the rain."

　Aurora sighed and turned to look at Xingmo.

　Xing Mo saw a hint of hesitation in those bloodshot eyes:

　"If my sister can do it, I can do it too," Aurora whispered, "but... I'll still be nervous."

　"Is that so?" Xing Mo murmured.

　She gently squeezed Aurora's hand, only to find that she held it tighter.

　Then, the indifference on Aurora's face disappeared, revealing a brilliant smile:

　"Alright, just stay behind me when the time comes, okay? We'll smash whatever comes our way!"

　"Amazing, awesome," Xingmo gently rubbed Aurora's head, "Amazing, awesome."

　Xingmo knew that Aurora said this not to show how powerful she was, but to comfort her.

　She also wants to be an umbrella in the rainstorm, protecting the people under the umbrella, no matter how fierce the rainstorm is.

　She knew that even gods, when faced with something as grand as fate, would be shocked by its incomparable flow.

　But Xingmo knew that even if the torrent of fate hit her head-on, Aurora would stand up.

　In this case, we must not let those little thoughts hold us back.

　""

　Xingmo stood up, patted her skirt, and reached out to Aurora:

　"Let's go, it's time to get down to business."

　Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the grass that she had just pressed under her: they were bent, but tried to straighten themselves after Xingmo stood up.

　When she returned to the church door, Xingmo saw Professor Merlin talking with Nepientsis.

　As he approached, the minotaur raised his hand and greeted Xingmo:

　"Hey, Miss Saint, are you done?"

　"I'm done," Xingmo said, "how's it going?"

　"I heard from Mr. Merlin that you plan to enter the forest and eradicate the source of the fog," Nepientis said, his face turning serious. "This is a very respectable act. The Messina Rangers will assist you in your entry."

　"The Rangers' help will save us a lot of trouble," Merlin winked. "You can probably sense why."

　Xing Mo nodded. Since a while ago, she had felt disturbances in the spiritual power coming from afar.

　The edge of the forest was swarming with zombies or something else, everywhere.

　There is no doubt that Salina does not intend to let Xingmo enter the forest smoothly. To break through the forest boundary, the more helpers the better.

　"I'll contact His Majesty the King," Nepenses said. "From what I know about him, he might send his guards, or maybe a messenger. Who knows? Maybe he'll come and fight a few times himself?"

　This was the first time Xingmo heard the word "messenger". According to the context, it should be some kind of high-level combat force of the Messina Kingdom?

　Xing Mo didn't ask any further questions, but turned to Merlin:

　"What about route planning?"

　"How do you know I've already planned this?" Merlin smiled. "Actually, our path is simple. We'll just cross the forest border, break into the jungle tribe's lair, find the sacred tree that gave birth to the golden branch, and then kill everyone standing nearby."

　It's a really simple and crude plan...

　Xing Mo nodded and took a deep breath:

　"Then let's get ready to go."