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

　But Xingmo understood Lucius and knew that he was not the kind of person who was bent on evil.

　He was just a simple father, a father who wanted to be reunited with his daughter.

　What makes Xingmo feel uncomfortable is that she clearly knows that Lucius is not a bad person who does evil for profit, but she cannot forgive the crimes he has committed.

　What made Xingmo soften her attitude towards him was that she knew Lucius was atonement.

　After all, all he cared about was Miriam.

　Because his daughter would not want the city to fall, he helped the academy fight off the foreign enemies.

　A villain, but also a savior.

　"They always say that I've advanced the development of an era," Lucius said, breaking the silence. "How magnificent! The alchemical steam engine has brought our era to life, allowing even those without any talent for the mystical to enjoy the most miraculous power."

　"They regard me as a successful figure, but I know that everything I have done is actually insignificant. Even without me, there will always be someone who can improve the alchemical steam engine. The development of the times is inevitable."

　Lucius turned his head and looked directly at Xingmo.

　For a moment, Xing Mo felt that she was completely seen through by those lake-blue eyes:

　"Xiaomo, don't put too much pressure on yourself just because your position is too important, because you may not be as special as you think."

　“Even without you, there will always be someone who will come here

　"I will take this position and lead the resistance of the Citadel, because this resistance does not come from any one individual, but is the desire of all the people in the Citadel."

　"The current will always throw a fish into the air, where it has to endure the scorching sun, the pounding of the waves, and the gaze of the fisherman. This is cruel to the fish, but it is not the key factor."

　"Whatever happens, whatever the outcome, don't get too anxious, okay?"

　After hearing Lucius' words, Xing Mo smiled faintly:

　"If you say someone isn't special enough, others might think you're being derogatory."

　"But not for you. I know that all you desire is ordinary things." Lucius smiled slightly, "Ordinary days... Ordinary times... Ordinary people..."

　He said everything that Xingmo was thinking.

　"In a sense, we are the same kind of people," Lucius' voice deepened a little, "but you have embarked on the path of goodness, using your own strength to protect what you want to protect, while I..."

　"The bad guy is dead, mentor." Xingmo remembered the hateful appearance of Prince Austin.

　"I'm not dead yet. I'm still breathing," Lucius smiled, "but I won't run away."

　Having said that, he put down his teacup and clapped his hands:

　"Let's get down to business. We said we were going to relax, but it got heavy again. It turns out that none of us have any talent for relaxation."

　“Does relaxation require talent?”

　Xingmo smiled faintly and put down the teacup:

　"I guess the Imperials' plans have changed, haven't they?"

　"Yes, the White Tower will be opened tomorrow night," Lucius nodded. "I trust you have coordinated everything during this time?"

　"All the work was completed two days ago," Xingmo nodded, "We left plenty of time."

　"That's good, because everything that happens next may not be as smooth as before."

　Lucius turned his head and pointed at the String of Truth behind the transparent white barrier.

　"That faint golden light was cast by Cain, the Most High in the Court of Redemption."

　"Something caused her to arrive early, and with her help, the Empire's superstring array quickly identified the White Tower's eligibility characteristics."

　"So, tomorrow night they will enter the White Tower."

　Cain's early arrival...should I say it's not surprising at all...Xingmo muttered in his heart.

　From the moment Professor Merlin disappeared, Xingmo knew that everything was about to accelerate rapidly.

　"Do you think they will summon the Star-Shepherd's String on the spot?" Xingmo asked.

　"It's hard to confirm, but all Star Callers are required to be present," Lucius' expression became more serious. "So, we need to prepare for the worst."

　Summoning the Star-Shepherding String on the spot...Xingmo always thought this was a very crazy thing.

　In fact, she was not sure whether Cain really had this ability: Cain controlled fate, Ugain controlled part of life, and Yuechen controlled part of truth.

　But in the end... these are incomplete authorities.

　Could it be that there is some kind of completion mechanism inside the White Tower...that can allow incomplete authority to play its full role?

　Or, did they not intend to summon the Shepherd's String on the spot, but to take away a key "element" in the White Tower that could summon this thing?

　"No matter what, it seems we can't delay any longer."

　Xing Mo shook his head and sighed:

　"Once they gain control of the White Tower, there will be no chance of a counterattack from the entire Citadel."

　"That tower... and the Hanging Gardens... even the capital of Messina couldn't escape the devastation."

　"That's beyond doubt," Lucius said with a wry smile. "Anyway, according to the original plan, I'll pick you up at this place tomorrow at 7:30 pm."

　"Shall we go directly into the White Tower?" Xing Mo asked.

　"That's right, go in from the Sky Garden." Lucius nodded.

　"understood."

　"Don't you doubt me? Being suspicious isn't a bad thing," Lucius said with a wry smile. "What if I'm collaborating with the Court of Redemption to deceive you?"

　"I don't doubt you, because... there is one thing I am as sure of as you."

　The golden bird, a hug from behind.

　Xingmo looked at Lucius, and something in their eyes met:

　"...Miriam is watching us."

　"You may betray anyone, but you will never betray her."

　After saying that, Xing Mo waved his hand and turned to leave:

　"I'm going to pass on the message. There's an emergency meeting tonight."

　"Go to bed early." Lucius waved his hand.

　He watched Xingmo's back as she left, lowered his head, his lake-blue eyes deep and unfathomable.

　"Milliam, are you really still watching?"

　He turned his head, and his slightly weathered face was greeted by a gentle night breeze, like a hug.

　"Boom!"

　A loud thunder tore through the night sky, and the waves on the sea surged as if to swallow everything.

　At sea, the unicorn horn pulls lightning and rides the wind and waves, a group of storm narwhals cruises in the distant sea, and broken lightning kisses the waves.

　Bai Ling was leading a large group of narwhals through the waves. Its body was no longer the thin one that was dropped in the factory. Its pale scales were arranged like blades, and the symbol of the tree of life was engraved in its bright eyes.

　It has become the leader of the narwhal group, leading its tribe to call the shots in the sea.

　A faint green ripple came, and Bai Ling immediately changed direction

　, responding to their master.

　The master said that the city needs a storm!

　Bai Ling is the embodiment of the storm!

　"Thunder and lightning, heavy rain..."

　In the lower structure of the Sky Garden, the high-level spiritual wizard Akachi was muttering to himself as he watched the rain outside the window.

　She looked a little uneasy, and the tiny ornaments made her face blurry.

　"I can't feel the stars anymore... I... I long for the stars... I..."

　"A heavy rainstorm is worthy of this grand banquet..."

　A pair of dark blue eyes lit up in the darkness. The high-level dark elf Shelley walked out with a glass of red wine and looked at the rain outside the window.

　As she walked, she grabbed a letter with blue flames from the air and put it to her ear to burn.

　"The whispers from Emerald Seventeen are driving me crazy," Shelley shook his head. "As a former messenger, I long for this sacrifice to sever these ties."

　"You betrayed Messina, traitor!" High-level spirit wizard Akachi growled incoherently, "I will never betray the Golden Sun! The great Yi! The original god!"

　"The Emerald King is not a god, but a mortal," Shelley sighed, "His ambition is to repeat the same fate as the Golden Disaster. I cannot stay with him."

　"So you changed the emperor you serve!" Akachi laughed wildly. "Traitor! Traitor!"

　"...As expected, I can't have anything in common with lower creatures."

　Shelley sipped a little red wine, her beautiful blue eyes looking out the window.

　She no longer paid attention to the witch's madness and just waited silently.

　Finally, accompanied by the sound of quicksand condensing, a door of fire rose out of thin air.

　Golden King Ugaen Tukakankion walked out of the door, his golden eyes swept across the hall, and he spoke immediately:

　"You can prepare to open the door."

　"The ice dragon hasn't awakened yet..." the spirit wizard Akachi murmured, "He holds the truth. If it weren't for him..."

　"He will break out of his cocoon on time tomorrow night. No need to ask," Ugaen said without looking at the spirit wizard. "The gears of fate are far more precise than you think."

　The emperor stared at the oversized string array in the center of the room, watching the layers of overlapping symbols fit together to create colorful lights.

　"Open the door," Ugaen ordered, "Let the Immortal Division conduct an advance investigation of the White Tower. We will enter on time tomorrow night."

　Following his command, complex light began to flow inside the superstring array, floating rapidly into the air, one piece after another.

　When the light became so bright that it was dazzling, they suddenly fell down together and landed on the string magic circle.

　At the same time, colorful lightning shot up from the ring-shaped structure surrounding the sky garden. Under the restraint of the light, the lightning became more and more numerous and denser, like a rushing river.

　Finally, at a certain moment, they suddenly gushed downwards and gathered at one point—

　"boom"

　A huge column of colorful light fell from the sky and hit the top of the white tower.

　Under the erosion of those lights, the spatial structure is being disintegrated, and a small gap has appeared in the secret space inside the White Tower.

　""

　The center of the string magic array was outlined by a space-time rift, with a chaotic white light and shadow inside.

　That is the road leading to the interior of the White Tower.

　Even the superstring array cannot destroy the secrecy of the White Tower in one go.

　That kind of secret has been deeply rooted over thousands of years, and it still requires a lot of observation to reveal it.

　This kind of observation of secrets is an extreme risk.

　""

　Ugaen snapped his fingers, and golden quicksand emerged from thin air, outlining a circle.

　A raging fire burned in the circle, and rows of jackals walked out of the flaming door, wearing bronze armor.

　They walked neatly past the Golden King, headed straight towards the superstring array, and entered the hidden unknown space.

　"...emperor."

　The old man in yellow robe walked to Ugaen's side, knelt on one knee, his eyes burning with fiery fanaticism.

　"You are the eternal sun... and we are the firewood that ignites the sun..."

　"We will expose the evil in the goddess' heart, our bodies will burn, and our souls will return to the river."

　"The great Yi is proud of you," Ugaon whispered.

　The old man in yellow robe stood up and stomped his scepter lightly. Golden quicksand climbed up his body and turned into bronze armor.

　He caught up with the jackals, passed through the string array, and entered the White Tower.

　The pitiful people of Jinsha are still shrouded in hatred to this day.