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

　Ugaen watched the jackals walk through the door without hesitation, without any movement in his eyes.

　After hatred is burned out, only the fragments of hatred remain.

　Real firewood will grow into a big tree and then declare its existence with the most brilliant burn.

　Until then, all actions are permitted, no matter the means.

　Even if that means... blasphemy.

Chapter 357 White Tower (Part 3) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Citadel of Academi, counterattack day.

　The huge white city was shrouded in deathly silence, and a colorful barrier covered the central area of ​​the city, making even the city dim.

　The Imperials' defense lines spread across four districts, and they laid quicksand on the streets.

　Traps were set, bunkers were set on the roofs, jackals patrolled the streets, and the voices of officers scolding came from the lighted windows.

　"Boom!"

　A flash of thunder followed, and torrential rain fell, shattering the city's outlines. Since last night, the storm had been relentless, with visibility poor on the wet streets and mist swirling between the buildings, carried by the wind.

　In such a suffocating atmosphere, a series of hunched shadows emerged from an alley and moved through the blind spot of the imperialists.

　Chloe pried open the window on the second floor of a townhouse, climbed in, and raised the harmonica-shaped pistol.

　She quickly confirmed that the area was safe, then hid against the wall next to the window and pulled down her rain-soaked hood.

　"call..."

　Chloe took a breath, then took out a black crystal from her pocket and stuck it into the wall.

　As a faint black light spread, the space in the room seemed to overlap briefly.

　Chloe heard countless overlapping whispers. She pulled out a small, tube-shaped communicator from her waist and pressed a button.

　"This is Chloe, testing the psychic communication band."

　The whispers drifted by her ears, and after a while, Chloe heard Gloria's voice:

　"Clear."

　"Gloria, I'm safe here," Chloe put the communicator back inside her windbreaker, "This should be the last temporary base station."

　"Roger that. Shall we attack?"

　"Don't worry, wait for the message from Miss Saint."

　"learn."

　After testing the psychic communication, Chloe rubbed her hands, quickly checked the sword she carried with her, and wiped the muzzle of her pistol.

　At this moment, the Kite Wing Guerrillas had completely infiltrated most of the northern city area. With the help of the nuns of the Holy Tree Church, they used the strange black crystal to build a psychic communication network.

　This combination of mysticism and technology... makes Chloe feel weird.

　But I have to say that this communication method is indeed very useful. The communicator does not need to be held in your hand, you only need to carry it on your body to connect to the communication network.

　This is quite convenient during combat.

　""

　Chloe then waited silently. She turned her face to the window and looked at the rainy and foggy street. She could vaguely see the Imperial defense line at the end of the street.

　Those imperial soldiers stationed in the rain curtain did not seem to be very skilled. They did not even build shelters to avoid the rain in advance, nor did they use string magic to neutralize the information gap brought by the rain curtain.

　The Imperials are a nation of desert dwellers. Their warriors have been training in the desert for years. In this hell of yellow sand, they are invincible.

　But this is the other side of the sea.

　The Imperials certainly don't have much experience fighting in such heavy rain, but the guerrillas are different.

　Chloe's years of experience in defeating the enemy with fewer troops allowed her to fully utilize the weather and terrain to stab the enemy's heart.

　""

　After waiting for about ten minutes amidst the thunder and heavy rain, Chloe heard Xingmo's voice:

　"let's start."

　"Remember, you don't need to use all your strength. You just need to create the illusion of a large-scale attack to preserve your strength."

　"I understand." Chloe said.

　She moved closer to the window and aimed at the defense line in the distance through the glass.

　In the rain, she clearly saw the fire burning in the eyes of a jackal.

　"Go to hell, Imperial dog," she whispered.

　The next second, she pulled the trigger, and the wind blew through the harmonica structure, and the wind string cannon tore through the glass -

　"boom----"

　The roar of the wind drowned out the sounds of gunfire. The Imperials could only vaguely see the trajectory of the rain curtain shift slightly, and then saw the rain curtain dyed with a momentary bright red -

　"Pfft!"

　An immortal fell to the ground, his helmet was blown off, and red and white liquid flowed all over the ground.

　With the sound of gunfire, dark shadows emerged from the rain. They ran through the streets and alleys, jumped into bunkers, or assassinated the guards patrolling the streets and then fled.

　It was three minutes after the initial attack that the imperials realized the enemy attack. The wizards raised their scepters towards the rain, but were stunned to find that they could not lock onto the target.

　In their spiritual vision, the entire rain is filled with spiritual power!

　Before they had time to cast spells, huge black shadows broke through the rain curtain - some were taller than buildings, and the shortest was more than three meters.

　Before the spirit wizards had time to react to what it was, the rubble and huge arrows smashed them into pieces.

　"Boom!"

　Thunder flashed.

　In the Observatory of Nefera Beta Magic Academy, Xing Mo, wearing a black robe, stood on the edge of the terrace with a magic wand in his hand.

　At this moment, as Merlin no longer powered the barrier, the entire view of the academic city of Nefera Beta came into view.

　In the city shrouded in rain, flashes of light would occasionally appear on its outline, accompanied by waves of spiritual power.

　The counterattack began.

　A rift opened, and Aurora jumped out, landing next to Xingmo.

　"We've taken care of Bai Ling's affairs," Aurora clapped her hands. "The Empire's ironclad fleet will be destroyed, once again."

　"Yeah," Xingmo nodded, "It's almost our turn to make an appearance."

　At this moment, the black vortex unfolded and Lucius walked out from it.

　"The Golden King is summoning awakeners," Lucius whispered, "Xiaomo,

　We should go now.”

　"no problem."

　Xingmo put on a hood and then hung a layer of gauze over her face.

　This veil has the effect of hindering cognition and can conceal Xingmo's characteristics from the surface level.

　In addition to this, Lucius has another layer of absolute insurance.

　He raised his arm, and the black dragon totem on it emitted a faint black light.

　The black light poured down from Xingmo's head like a tide, and she felt a chill, as if there was a layer of membrane separating her from the world.

　An unknown force conceals Xingmo's characteristics at the spiritual level.

　Watching Xingmo's outline gradually turn gray, Aurora nodded:

　"The effect is good. At least we can't tell it at first glance."

　"What a powerful force..." Xing Mo looked at his body.

　"If anything unexpected happens, I will send you away immediately," Lucius rubbed his wrist, "You have a backup plan, right?"

　"Yes, Senior Alice is ready." Xingmo nodded.

　"That's good."

　Lucius took out the heart and squeezed it gently. With the sound of gears, the black vortex quickly contracted and then expanded again at a different angle.

　Seeing that they were about to set off, Aurora said:

　"I will stay in the upper realm and observe. If you can see it, I can see it too. If there is any problem, I will appear immediately."

　"Okay," Xingmo rubbed Aurora's head, "Be careful."

　"Shouldn't we be saying this? Stupid."

　Aurora muttered, tore a crack open, and disappeared.

　And Xingmo turned to Lucius:

　"Let's go, mentor."

　Lucius nodded and walked towards the black vortex with Xingmo.

　"Boom——"

　Thunder flashed, and white light temporarily covered the sky. After a flash, the Observatory of Nefera Beta Magic Academy was empty.

　Sky Garden.

　Ugarn stood at the edge of the colonnade, overlooking the flames that kept splashing in the academy.

　A minister was kneeling behind him, head bowed:

　"Emperor...the Citadel's counterattack has begun."

　"They invited the giants... and those Fallu people!"

　"Should we..."

　Ugaen snorted coldly:

　"Don't worry."

　"Pass the order down. All defense lines will be pulled back. If the defense line is weak, you can abandon it directly."

　"This rain is the spiritual power summoned by the Storm Narwhal. The witches' lock is ineffective. We are a desert people. Forcing a fight in such an environment will only cause unnecessary losses."

　"But...if the defense line is breached..." The minister raised his head, "then the White Tower..."

　"It doesn't matter," Ugaen's mouth curled up slightly, "Launching an attack at this time means they don't realize the power of the Saint's Agreement. They can break through the defense line, but they will definitely not be able to penetrate the barrier..."

　"And even if they could get through the barrier..."

　Ugaen smiled and said nothing more.

　He had made plans for everything, and he didn't care about those small factors that could not affect the final outcome.

　Of course, he didn't mind letting the Mist People who enjoyed the fertile land feel the pain of having their homes taken away.

　For the Golden People, all this is already commonplace, so their tears will not be mixed in the rain.

　"Hurry up the summoning of the Star Callers," Ugain turned his head, "and make Isabella hurry up."

　"Tell her to seize this opportunity."

　"This is her last chance."

　Underground Prayer Room - Nefera Beta School of Magic

　A fire lit up in the middle of the room and then slowly climbed up the platform.

　On the platform, several figures stood: Alice, Vivian, Dawn, and Alia.

　At this time, Alice was pinching the golden cross pendant around her neck and resting her eyes. Vivian stretched from time to time. Alia was studying the blue phonograph stone, and Dawn was taking deep breaths repeatedly.

　"Are you nervous, junior?" Alice opened her eyes and looked at Dawn.

　"I actually really hate that place," Dawn said with a wry smile. "The thought of going back now... makes me feel uncomfortable."

　"After all...Zhuang Die and Mo Ran died there."

　Everyone was silent.