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

　Alia squeezed the string into a ball of darkness and splashed it out.

　The next second, the guards' voices stopped abruptly.

　"It's solved." Alia turned her head and nodded at Alice.

　The group walked down the stairs and saw the soldiers standing there motionless, like puppets bound by dark strings.

　"Little Alia, did you do this?" Vivian was a little surprised.

　"I'm not experienced enough to make them completely my puppets," Arya shook her head. "Please, don't leave blood on your robes. It will be too easy to be discovered."

　I thought about this...

　Alice nodded, and he and Vivian walked over to the soldiers. Alice was responsible for taking off their loose yellow robes, while Vivian picked up the silver dagger and executed them one by one.

　Dawn turned his head and raised his wand towards the tunnel below, playing the purple magic wand.

　force string——

　"boom--"

　The road collapsed and the boulders were squeezed together by gravity, blocking the possibility of anyone coming in from behind.

　"It's done."

　Vivian clapped her hands, and the blood-stained silver dagger turned into icy flames and dissipated.

　Alice had already put on a loose yellow robe, barely covering her face.

　"Put it on," she distributed yellow robes to everyone. "According to the plan, after we pass through the door, we must hide ourselves as much as possible. We will wait until all the saints, led by the Golden King, enter the White Tower. When the forces throughout the Hanging Gardens are dispersed, we will attack the superstring formation."

　"Of course, we'll keep an eye on Xiaomo from a distance. If anything goes wrong, we'll help immediately."

　"Understood." Vivian quickly put on her robe.

　"Dawn put on his robe silently, then walked to the front of the stone door and stroked it gently.

　"Yes, this is the door," he nodded. "Everyone, come closer to me. Martin's spiritual power core can minimize our detection, but if we're too far away, I'm worried some of those saints might be wary."

　He gripped the stone tightly and took a deep breath.

　"Don't be nervous," Alice patted Dawn on the back, "We can do this."

　"I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself once I saw Isabella," Dawn murmured, "Okay...don't worry, I'll be fine."

　The four of them put on the yellow robes and checked their condition.

　Then, together, they passed through the Saints' Gate.

　"Rumble..."

　Passing through the black fog tunnel, Xingmo saw only endless clouds and fog before his eyes.

　In the clouds and mist, many figures were moving together, like countless ghosts floating.

　After a long time, when the black fog dissipated, Xingmo found himself in a dark underground space.

　Judging from the terrain, this is the drainage system of the academic city, and the heavy rain outside has caused the sewage river here to flow.

　At the end of the sewer, Xing Mo saw a square stone door with various complex symbols engraved on it, and there was colorful light inside the door.

　This must be the Saint's Gate that can pass through the barrier.

　At the door, Xingmo saw an acquaintance - Heimu, the owner of a bar in the North City Port District, was leaning there in a black robe.

　Seeing Xingmo, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly:

　"Hello, Miss Xingsheng? Miss Saint? Or should I call you..."

　He paused:

　"Miss Xingmo?"

　"You know a lot," Xingmo and Lucius walked up to Heimu together. "The Black Dragon Society, right?"

　"We serve the Great Unknown, and its roar sweeps all the way from across the sea," Darkwood smiled. "So, at least now we are allies, can I take that?"

　"What do you want?" Xing Mo asked in a low voice. "A secret organization that has been hidden in the long river of history for two thousand years after the Age of Gods is now willing to reveal its true identity?"

　Hearing this, Heimu smiled mysteriously and immediately spread out his hands:

　"I do not know."

　"I don't know?" Xing Mo raised an eyebrow. "Is it because you are not high enough to know?"

　"No, in fact, I am relatively high up in the world," Heimu bowed humbly, "but... yes, I don't know."

　"Not only do I not know, but all those who serve the Great Dragon Lord do not know His goal..."

　You know nothing...and yet you believe so strongly?

　Facing Xingmo's gaze, Heimuto just smiled faintly:

　“What we serve is the great unknown itself. The unknown is the ultimate power in this world. It is boundless and can never be revealed or known. This means it is infinite.”

　"All children are instinctively afraid of the dark, because it symbolizes the unknown, just as a weak squirrel walks lightly in a dark forest, because the predator's claws are hidden in the boundless darkness."

　"We fear the unknown... serve the unknown... and therefore never take the initiative to peek into the unknown..."

　He had a pious look on his face when he said this, and his words seemed to make some sense.

　Xing Mo probably understood their ideas, so he nodded:

　"So, you really don't know what you are doing here?"

　Heimu smiled lightly and immediately spread out his hands:

　"...We'll know when we get there, won't we?"

　“There are so many unknowns in this world. We can only wait for Him to reveal them bit by bit…”

　"And when the truth hidden behind the unknown fog is revealed...ah...how sweet..."

　Heimu took a deep breath and immediately stepped aside:

　"Our conversation seems to have been a waste of time, Miss Xingmo. The door won't be open for long. Emperor Ugaen has always been very cautious."

　"Then there's one last question," Xingmo said. "You know, letting me in would be a betrayal of the emperor, right?"

　Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Heimuto just smiled faintly:

　"Don't you think this is more interesting?"

　After saying this, he lowered his head and hid his face in the darkness.

　Xing Mo knew that he would not speak again, so she muttered to her teacher:

　"Is this guy always like this?"

　"Don't expect to communicate normally with the Riddler," Lucius sighed, "Come on, Xiaomo, it's time."

　Xing Mo nodded, and the two of them walked forward together and entered the Saint

　door.

　As colorful lights flashed, Xingmo felt himself moving rapidly in time and space, and everything around him became blurred.

　Ten seconds later, she stepped on the hard ground.

　What caught the eye were heads covered by hoods: black hoods, yellow hoods, dark green hoods. Hooded people walked out of stone doors and poured into the hall.

　Among so many hooded people, Xingmo is like a drop in the ocean, not to mention that she is protected by an unknown power.

　It's not that easy to be discovered...

　Xing Mo's eyes swept across the hall. Through the huge columnar load-bearing structures, she roughly recognized that this place was located on the lowest level of the sky garden.

　Just as Isis Elbella described, there was a huge superstring array engraved here, and faint colored light floated into the air, tearing open a colorful crack.

　Through the cracks, Xingmo could vaguely see countless torn scenes.

　That's the interior of the White Tower.

　For the first time in two thousand years, a door of the White Tower was pried open by external force!

Chapter 359 White Tower (Part 5) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　A white rift leads directly to the heart of the city.

　That sacred tower had never been pried open by external forces in two thousand years. Even during the Citadel Revolution, the Messina Saints' misuse of the tower did not allow it to be "captured."

　That time, after the war, the former Decep family took the initiative to hand over the key to the White Tower to the coalition forces.

　Now, the key is in the hands of the White Tower Council, but the council has disappeared in the war. Bishop Roberts Thane never gave the key until his death, and went to hell with the key.

　Such a sacred tower that everyone was defending was broken.

　""

　Xing Mo's eyes swept across the crowd and soon sensed a familiar aura.

　She opened her tree vision and saw another mark of the Tree of Life.

　——Alice and her group were hiding on the platform on the other side of the superstring array. They were wearing black robes and their spiritual power characteristics were different from before.

　They must have used some means like live gold to cover up their identities...

　It seems that things are going well on the other side as well...Xing Mo did not show off, but just lowered his head silently and hid his face.

　With resonant footsteps, a man in a yellow robe entered the room.

　He wore a sacred bird mask used for sacrifice and held a scepter decorated with red feathers. The pair of eyes behind the mask sparkled with golden light.

　Golden King Ugaen Tukakankion walked to the center of the String Circle and stood before the rift leading to the White Tower.

　His appearance made everyone quiet down, and countless eyes were staring at the emperor, the emperor who had opened a hole in the goddess' heart.

　"Behold," he began, his voice as soft as quicksand yet deadly, "this is the rift in the heart of the goddess, and we are the streets that pierce her heart."

　Ugaen turned his head and glanced at the crowd outside the string magic circle.

　"They all say that the goddess is the savior of the world. She brings the golden dawn to the earth and will eventually lead all living beings to the harmonious land that symbolizes the end."

　"But look," he said, spreading his arms, "He was never holy, never indestructible!"

　"For millennia, the Golden People were persecuted deep in the desert and reduced to the status of lowly livestock. Back then, we were slaves, animals, yet no one ever redeemed us."

　"The ancient sun has gone, and the harsh light it shone upon us was never a blessing, but a curse!"

　"I listened to the songs He left behind at that time!" Ugaan's voice suddenly became louder. "Saints, offer your souls!"

　He struck the scepter, causing it to hit the string formation, and a burst of golden runes burst out.

　A halo as hot as the real sun appeared behind the emperor, and the sun wheel flickered behind him, which was the authority of the Flame Spirit.

　A strange spiritual force field surged out from the string magic array and quickly swept across the crowd.

　A woman in a white dress came out first, escorted by four believers in dark green robes.

　Xing Mo recognized that it was a messenger. She had the same dark blue eyes as Miss Angela, and her steps were even lighter and more charming.

　"Shelley, high-ranking dark elf, defected messenger," Lucius whispered, "the first Starcaller."

　When she walked into the string magic circle, blue flames suddenly rose around it - something was being rapidly absorbed from the dark elf's body and then flowed into the door.

　Then, the second person walked out from the crowd - it was the crazy imperial spirit witch. She followed several imperial soldiers into the string magic circle, cursing and slapping away the hands of the soldiers who tried to support her as she walked.

　"High-level spirit wizard Akachi, the second one." Lucius said in a low voice.

　Xingmo's gaze fell on Shelley, and he opened up his tree vision.

　Hmm... The green part of Shelley's spirit is higher than the black part... and it emits a strong light... that's a symbol of abundant spiritual power...

　The Messenger is indeed a demigod-level unit. As a race that controls half the world in the shadow of the Kingdom of Messina, the Dark Elves are indeed quite good at acquiring extraordinary resources...

　Xing Mo turned his gaze to the spirit wizard Akachi again. The spirit body of this high-level spirit wizard was also shining, but it was somewhat discordant.

　The extraordinary essence in her body is very chaotic.

　..as if it hadn't completely merged with the spirit...

　This state is almost out of control, no wonder she is talking like a madman.

　This is somewhat similar to the appearance of the great sage: Thoth Ibrahim...

　Why would the Empire suddenly choose a half-crazed witch as a Star Caller? She seems obviously unstable, but why...