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

　Then, with the golden light pattern as the dividing line, the door slowly shrank into the door frame, and dark spiritual energy surged out -

　"Om..."

　The high-level dark elf Shelley shook the letter in his hand, and an ice-blue flame burned, dispelling the black air pouring out of the door.

　The spirit witch Akachi was running around, embracing the wisps of black air:

　"Oh, secret, the highest secret, the secret from the stars... cough cough cough..."

　Isabella, who was closest to the door, did not try to avoid the dark aura, allowing it to sweep over her fragile spirit.

　She looked at the key floating in the air - after inserting it into the door, the golden lines on the door frame still remained in the air, and the square formed by it held the small cross in the air.

　"Unknown Saint of Messina... Until you rang the Star Bell and slew the warriors of House Decep, I had never seen your abominable face."

　"You have left only this, a key, a key to your evil deeds, a key to the heart of the goddess."

　"After carrying His legacy, the first thing I will do is revenge, revenge on your hometown."

　"The Kingdom of Messina will be destroyed under the starlight of the goddess, you ungrateful...filthy descendants of dark elves..."

　Isabella didn't lower her voice at all when she said these words, and even the dark elf Shelley behind her heard them.

　But the dark elf just shook his head and didn't say much.

　However, Isabella's words told Xingmo another piece of information, which was why the Emerald Seventeen of Messina would provide assistance to the Academy.

　It is clear that Isabella has always regarded the Kingdom of Messina as a potential target for revenge because of the blood debt of the Art Revolution.

　On the surface, it seems like they are showing good intentions, but in fact, they are taking advantage of you.

　Xing Mo silently looked at Isabella's back, looking at her silhouette that seemed somewhat detached from reality.

　Next, what is needed is an opportunity.

　See what they are going to do first, and then decide how to respond next.

　""

　As the secret dissipated, the door leading to the top of the tower was finally clear.

　Isabella bent over, took a few deep breaths, and then staggered in.

　Ugaen waved his hand, and the Star Callers followed closely behind him, pouring into the tower's top gate.

　When guarded by the "Secret", the interior of the White Tower is an absolute forbidden area. Anyone without the qualified characteristics will be destroyed by the Secret as soon as they enter, and either their body and spirit will disintegrate together, or they will become a part of the Secret.

　However, with the superstring array of the Hanging Gardens and the exploration of the immortals, most of these secrets were still destroyed.

　At least the most crucial part of the secret has been removed.

　Entering the hall at the top of the tower, what comes into view is a dome that looks like a polyhedron crystal. The dome is as transparent as glass, but the outside world is a deep darkness.

　And right below the dome, a bell stood quietly.

　It is difficult to break down the outline of the bell with the naked eye. Its structure completely violates the perspective principle of this dimension. The intricate and angular skeleton is intertwined, but the occlusion relationship cannot be distinguished with the naked eye.

　Only the main body of the bell can be barely discerned with the naked eye. It has distinct edges and corners, and faint star-like patterns are outlined on its bony surface.

　It stood in the extreme darkness of the dome, motionless, engraved in Xingmo's eyes like an unshakable history.

　The long-ringing bell of the sea of ​​stars.

　The name of the bell guardian came from its existence. Even before the independence of the academy, generations of guardians continued to defend the bell with their lives, simply because it is the supreme sacred vessel from the goddess.

　The moment he saw the bell, Ugaen chuckled and walked towards it.

　What is he going to do...Xingmo watched Ugaen getting closer and closer to Ling, almost within reach.

　Just when Xingmo thought he was almost about to touch the bell, Ugaen suddenly turned and walked to the side of the bell.

　"?"

　Xingmo watched as Ugaen raised his wrist and gently tapped the scepter, and a faint golden light surged on it.

　With each knock he made, the sound of the mechanism operating was heard, and the wall on the side of the bell became slightly dented, and then the outline of a door disintegrated.

　Inside that door, there was a coffin, the surface of which was carved with the outline of a sleeping human figure, with a pair of wings clasped across its chest.

　“古

　"Old demigod, the first archbishop of the Church of the Star Sea, Arcadius von Academi," Ugaan chanted in a calm voice, "you are a saint blessed by the heavens. The outline of the stars is engraved on your back, and the sunken city fell into the strait under your watch."

　"Now that your watch has ended, I will use your holy remains to carve the outline of the stars."

　As he spoke, he raised his scepter and slammed it against the ground:

　"With this holy relic, I summon the coming of the Most High!"

　"Cain, the kinslayer, the youngest of the angels!"

　"You are the watcher of Mortiheim, you are the end of fate!"

　"I call upon you with the remains of a demigod! Use your spiritual power to reshape these useless bones and allow the dark angel to descend upon the world once again!"

　The ancient honorable name was recited by Ugaen, and each word caused a series of vibrations in the air.

　The golden quicksand climbed up the coffin of the first archbishop, knocked the coffin lid open, and threw it aside roughly.

　Then, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from the inside of the coffin containing the remains of the demigod.

　Xing Mo subconsciously covered her eyes with her arms. Countless golden symbols flashed before her eyes, causing a sharp pain in her brain.

　When the golden light faded a little, she was finally able to see something slowly rising from the coffin.

　One pair... two pairs... three pairs of pitch-black wings slowly unfolded, as slowly as the night sky rolling across the sky.

　A white, tender and slender hand stretched out of the coffin, transitioning from illusion to reality, and the delicate skin was exposed to the air.

　She slowly sat up, her ink-like long hair floating in the air. Her face, as delicate as a doll, made people feel a little dazed, as if all the beauty in the world was absorbed by her outline.

　Then, as the saints looked on, she opened her eyes.

　Those were a pair of golden eyes, and the golden light flowing in the pupils was like an endless sea of ​​stars.

　In the depths of those pupils, Xingmo saw several overlapping flowers.

　When Xingmo saw the flower, she felt a slight sting in her hand. She knew that it was Aurora's emotional expression.

　Cain, Supreme Being of the Court of Redemption, arrives at the Citadel.

　She casually grabbed a piece of darkness and draped it over her body, turning it into a black dress with intricate patterns. She immediately took the hand extended by Ugaen, and her white feet stepped over the edge of the coffin and landed on the ground of the white tower.

　"The White Tower, my mother's spine," Cain raised his head, his golden eyes reflecting the dark dome, "it's so ancient that it's familiar and makes my heart tremble."

　"How do you feel?" Ugaen took two steps back.

　"Weak, my connection with this world is already fragile," Cain said lightly, "but at least I can breathe and feel the cold."

　She glanced at the awed Starcallers, a hollow smile on her face:

　"Welcome to the White Tower."

　"boom--"

　The giant's silhouette crossed the city and crushed another line of defense of the Imperials with one foot.

　The fire string cannons fired one after another into the rain curtain, flying towards the giants' bodies, but disappeared almost instantly.

　If you look closely, you will find that a splash of water explodes in the air from time to time, hiding the fire string cannon in the rain.

　The Sisters of the Holy Tree, led by Lilitz, were standing in the center of the Holy Tree Square. At this moment, the barrier separating the Holy Tree Church from the Citadel had disappeared, and the rain from the Citadel once again fell on the spire of the church, flowing on the marble walls like tears.

　Amidst the storm and the rain, the nuns were singing loudly, praying to the heavy rain. Their singing plucked the water strings like a symphony. The water splashing in the air accurately drowned the Imperials' artillery shells, creating a safe route for the giants.

　As for how they provide such precise guidance...

　"Om——"

　The steam airship was flying over the northern city area. The lights of fire and wind strings kept flashing in the pipes of the alchemical steam engine, occasionally filling the dim cabin with colorful colors.

　Diana Pushit was personally flying the steam airship. The head of the Pushit family had cast aside the elegant look she had at previous banquets. She was wearing a pilot's hat and a tight leather flight suit, which made her aura very capable.

　Beside her, Professor Ling was leaning on a one-handed sword in one hand and holding an open book in the other, with a monocle on his left eye.

　The monocle pierced the rain-covered windshield and captured every trace of spiritual power in the darkness clearly.

　Whenever Ling confirmed the spiritual reaction of the Fire String Cannon, he would use the spiritual reaction to send a message to the book in his hand - the book came from the Great Library of Elmo. Each mark would be transmitted through the library space to pull the string array on the Holy Tree Square.

　"What a perfect combination of mysticism and technology!" Diana shouted amid the roar of the alchemical steam engine and the torrential rain. "Professor Ling! How are you feeling?"

　"Ms. Diana, as far as I know, you don't have a steam airship pilot's license, right?" Ling tried not to look away.

　"In fact, I've already done it once or twice!" Diana shouted. "My daughter is at the forefront, so how can a mother not help? Don't you think so?"

　She looked like she was having a blast.

　Ling sighed, his eyes quickly locking onto several strings of fire in the rain.

　In the rain of spiritual power created by the storm narwhal, even the empire's spiritual wizards could not use chanting to guide string magic, but Ling could.

　It was because she was a high-level water string resonator, and the little rain was not a sight obstruction for her.

　"The Imperials won't let the front line retreat," Ling said nervously, "The Hanging Gardens could..."

　At this moment, a few small dots suddenly appeared on the colorful saint barrier.

　"Ms. Diana! Raise the altitude!" Ling shouted.

　"Got it—" Diana quickly pulled a lever, and the steam airship quickly dropped the weight and rose into the air.

　At this moment, several fireballs carrying huge sand tore through the rain curtain and passed directly below the steam airship.

　Ling stood firm, his eyes locked on the being that flew out from the barrier——

　--dragon.

　But they were not normal dragons, but some strange life forms made up of fire and golden sand. They flapped their wings and flew in the rainstorm, and bursts of white mist burst out when the flames on their bodies collided with the rain.

　"That's a weapon of war created by Sand Song," Ling whispered, "which means the Hanging Gardens have already launched a full-scale counterattack."

　"So, the emperor has entered the White Tower?" Diana breathed a sigh of relief.

　"It seems so, but we can't contact Alice for the time being."

　"It doesn't matter. My daughter is the best wizard in the Citadel!" Diana didn't care. "Alright! Bring out our weapons!"

　Following her command, several fire string machine guns extended from the bottom of the steam airship, spewing out tongues of fire in the rain.

　"Da da da da da da da-"

　The machine guns hit the sand dragons, shattering their wings and exploding into scattered golden sand.

　However, there are too many...

　“Chi——”

　A sand dragon nimbly dodged the barrage of bullets and flew straight towards the engine room of the steam airship.

　"Lift, lift!" Diana quickly pulled the joystick.

　"Too late! Get ready for impact!"

　Ling raised his one-handed sword and pierced the void. The water string condensed the rain into a barrier, which briefly stuck to the surface of the steam airship.

　Just as the giant dragon was about to collide head-on, a golden crack exploded in the air.

　"boom----"

　The thick dragon claws stretched out, pinched the Sand Dragon's neck, and grabbed it like a chicken.

　The huge head of Dragon King Bahamut stretched out from the crack, and a pair of golden eyes flickered in the rain.

　"This is intolerable!" Bahamut roared, "You fake dragon! How dare you encroach upon the sky of the Fire Dragon!"

　She clenched her claws and instantly crushed the sand dragon's body into pieces, causing flames and quicksand to explode.

　The Fire Dragon King raised his head and roared in the rainstorm. With her call, golden cracks opened up in the air and fire dragons emerged from them.

　They headed straight for the sand dragons that flew out of the barrier, and a battle for the overlord of the sky began!

Chapter 361 White Tower (Part 7) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Superstring Array - Hanging Gardens

　Ten minutes ago, the Star Callers entered the rift and disappeared in the center of the magic circle.

　At this moment, people in robes of various colors were kneeling on the ground, praying towards the crack in the distance.