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

　Spiritual energy from their bodies continuously flowed into the string formation, maintaining the crack leading to the interior of the white tower.

　Except for four people.

　""

　Vivian also knelt on the ground, but her eyes were rolling around, looking around.

　"A large amount of spiritual energy has left the Hanging Gardens," Vivian whispered. "Strange, I don't think I've seen that before..."

　"It's a follower created by the Song of Sand." Arya pressed the mark on her arm.

　"This means the garden has entered full-scale counterattack mode," Alice said. "That means it's almost time for us to act."

　The foursome glanced across the venue. Most people were praying now, with only a few figures standing in the center of the string formation still standing.

　Those people belonged to the Empire's Spiritual Witch Elders' Council. At a time when the Immortal Division was severely damaged, the Spiritual Witches suddenly gained extremely high positions.

　They guard the entrance to the rift with serious faces.

　"Four of them, all with their backs to us," Alice whispered. "They're all Saint-level, but considering they can mobilize the power of the superstring array to retaliate, they should at least be treated as demigods."

　"Let's go straight ahead?" Vivian was a little impatient.

　"No, there are too many people here. If chaos breaks out, we'll be surrounded quickly," Alice whispered. "We need an opportunity."

　She raised her head and looked directly above the superstring array:

　"From the garden drawings I received from Miss Isis Elbella, it can be seen that this underground space is actually supported by four load-bearing columns."

　"You want to collapse it?" Dawn frowned. "I can use gravity strings to do it, but it might be a bit difficult. And if it collapses directly, it might be more troublesome later."

　Alice shook her head.

　"We don't need an immediate collapse; we need just the right timing."

　She took out a simple blueprint, drew some lines on it with her spiritual power, and handed it to Dawn.

　"Destroying this area will cause one-third of the beam structure to collapse, which will just happen to destroy the string spiritual power patterns on the superstring array at one-third of the area, depriving it of its subsequent supply."

　"Senior... have you memorized the entire structure?" Dawn opened his mouth slightly.

　"Necessary preparations," Alice replied casually, "and then... we need a

　A way to mess up the situation in advance."

　There are at least five hundred people in the venue. If you want to get rid of them all at once, you can only rely on a large-scale string magic.

　For example, the words of the mourning bird.

　However, if Alice wants to play this string magic, she needs to spend time looking around, which can easily lead to her being discovered and becoming a sitting duck.

　With five hundred people casting string magic, no one could be sure that Alice would remain unscathed.

　Just as Alice was thinking, Alia suddenly spoke:

　"I can handle it."

　""

　In the center of the string magic circle, the spirit witches were guarding the rift loyally, with great piety.

　However, at this moment, a disturbance of spiritual power was heard in the air——

　"Om-"

　The wizard raised his scepter slowly, and flames appeared in the air, swallowing up the gust of wind that broke through the air.

　She turned to look around the venue and found that a yellow-robed wizard had stood up and was raising his staff towards her.

　"Traitor, you're only showing your true colors now?"

　The staff swung again, the string of fire exploded, and the wizard fell dead to the ground.

　The emperor once instructed the spirit wizards to be wary of the corruption from within, which was more terrifying than the storm outside.

　After all, the academy beneath their feet was corroded into a hollow shell by such corruption and was eventually easily breached.

　So when a traitor stood up, the spirit witch was not actually surprised.

　But what happened next was unexpected to her——

　"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

　Two, three, four people, one after another, the robe-shrouded figures stood up and raised their wands.

　They fired string magic at the spirit wizards in the center of the string magic circle, and protective flames flickered in the air.

　There are so many traitors? The spirit witch was stunned for a moment.

　The first person to react was a spirit wizard who had once studied with the great sage Thoth Ibrahim. He keenly sensed the strangeness of the string oscillation and immediately shouted:

　"It's Dark String! The enemy is manipulating the Dark String puppet!"

　But it was too late. Ten, twenty, fifty wizards stood up and fired string magic from all directions.

　Among those who stood up were some wizards who stood up in panic. For a moment, the whole scene became a mess. The wizards wanted to use the superstring magic circle under their feet to fight back, but they didn't know where the enemy was.

　They were forced to defend themselves while looking for discord among the crowd.

　But they couldn't find it no matter what.

　At this moment, Arya is sinking in the world of shadows, manipulating the dark string puppet to release the dark string.

　This is a viral transmission. Unless the witch can instantly identify the direction of the dark string transmission among dozens of people, it will be impossible to trace it back to Alia in just one more second.

　This kind of string...Alia felt that it was really familiar to her. She could operate it with ease and without any discomfort at all.

　Although this may be partly due to the fact that Lord Tree of Life recently took control of the Lost Kingdom, and Alia was therefore given some control over the Dark Strings, before that, when Miss Saint taught her this type of string, she had already felt a strange sense of affinity.

　It was as if she was born to resonate with this chord.

　""

　Looking at the chaotic crowd, Alice estimated the time and angle.

　Then, she whispered an order to Dawn:

　"start!"

　Dawn immediately stood up and waved his wand towards the dome, aiming at one of the four supporting pillars.

　"boom----"

　The purple gravity was compressed at one point and rapidly changed direction, generating a powerful tearing force.

　Under the impact of this force, one of the four heavy pillars exploded, and the huge rock on the dome collapsed and smashed into the front of the superstring magic array.

　"Ahhh!"

　A spiritual wizard was directly crushed to death by a huge rock weighing hundreds of pounds, and the patterns of the string magic array on the ground were stained red with blood.

　Another spirit wizard reacted and mobilized the super string array to resist the falling rocks from above, intending to ensure the integrity of the string array.

　At this moment, Alice seized the opportunity, raised her wand, and concentrated the power of the fire string to a single point.

　"boom----"

　The raging fire condensed into a straight line, dyeing the flight path icy blue, and directly opened a hole in the fire barrier where spiritual power was mobilized, accurately piercing the heart of the spiritual wizard.

　Since most of the power of the superstring array is focused on the command to "open the White Tower", the spiritual wizards can only mobilize a small amount of power, and at most can only form a defense of about six strings.

　In this situation, as long as the situation becomes chaotic, those defenses are equivalent to nothing—

　"boom----"

　The second and third boulders smashed into the formation, destroying the integrity of the superstring formation time and time again, gradually beginning to affect the maintenance of the Saints' Agreement.

　——Opening the White Tower is the first order. If the superstring array is damaged, most of the spiritual power will be concentrated on the first order first.

　The remaining two witches began to panic. They quickly locked onto Alice's location, thinking she was the mastermind behind the scenes, and prepared to counterattack.

　However, at this moment, a chuckle came from behind them:

　"Hello, look this way!"

　The spirit witches turned their heads and only had time to see a girl in a yellow robe jump out of the crowd, her body gradually outlined by ice flames in mid-air.

　She was wrapped in silver-white armor, and ice-blue flames spewed out from the cracks in the armor, condensing into a silver sword in her hand.

　At the moment of turning around, Alice pierced the heart of one of the wizards, and the last wizard wanted to raise the scepter to defend himself, but he could only see an ice-blue flash coming towards him.

　Then, her vision was destroyed and everything returned to nothingness.

　Star Picking Pavilion - White Pagoda

　Arcadius von Academi, an ancient name.

　He was the first archbishop of the Citadel. As early as when the People of Mist migrated to the southwest coast of the continent, he led them across the eternal night and came to this land of vitality.

　Back then, the continents had not yet been torn apart, the sea between them did not exist, and the kingdom still stood on the now-sunken land.

　He was a witness to the Golden Dawn, to the Goddess taking all beings into her protective arms, and became Her missionary.

　He protected the area with his demigod body of Gaoxian. After his death, he was placed at the highest point of the White Tower, and in the coffin, he became a part of the sacred White Tower.

　And a thousand years later, his ashes were desecrated, and the remaining spirit became the door for the birth of the projection, tearing open a corner of disaster for the Academy City -

　——Cain.

　She descended as the relic of Arcadius von Arcademi, imprinting her own projection upon the dimension of reality.

　"I am tired of the cold winds of Mortiheim..."

　Cain stretched out the six wings behind him and gently lifted a strand of black hair that hung over her lazy eyes.

　"Well, I can't wait to smell the salty smell of the sea breeze."

　She turned her head and her eyes first fell on Ugaen:

　"Golden Emperor, do you know why this tower is so special?"

　“Because it comes from the goddess,” Ugaon replied.

　“That’s correct, but not entirely correct.”

　Xingmo saw Cain slowly raise his head and look towards the dark dome:

　"My mother once defeated countless gods in the War of Gods and slew three thousand of their angels. Her power came from the stars and the red moon, making her invincible."

　"Those gods possessed great power, manipulating concepts like toys, but this did not stop their decline."

　"Both the great Sun God and the Eternal Dragon perished under his divine spear."

　"Because He controls destiny."

　"He sacrificed everything to the Great Cause, including his own soul. But that soul hesitated at the last moment. Otherwise, the Golden Dawn would not have arrived, and the Shepherd's String would have hung in the night sky two thousand years ago."

　"His failure was also determined by fate. How ironic—the god who controls fate lost to fate."

　"And we will inherit his mantle."

　Cain lowered his head and his gaze fell on Ugaon's golden eyes.

　With some kind of perception, Ugaon took off the bird mask on his head and no longer regarded himself as the representative of the sun god.

　He could feel something beating not far away, it was a legacy from God—

　"Before returning to the stars, Mother removed a section of her spine. The cerebrospinal fluid contained endless extraordinary properties, including the two gods she devoured."

　"Among them, the will of the sun has chosen you."

　Cain stretched out his hand, and the air suddenly twisted into ripples, causing Xingmo to subconsciously tense up.

　"She is guiding the flow of power within the White Tower..." Aurora's voice sounded in Xingmo's ears.

　As the extraordinary power flowed, Xing Mo felt a chaotic golden symbols flash before her eyes, making her a little dazed for a moment.

　The ripples converged, and from the overlapping dimensions within the White Tower, a historical artifact materialized—

　——A golden-red feather.

　The moment the feathers bloomed, a golden light flashed like the sun. Everyone subconsciously closed their eyes, but only Ugaen looked straight ahead.

　Golden quicksand gushed out of his body, and the gold in his pupils was as hot as molten metal.

　That was a feather from the Golden Sun.

　"This is your ladder to angels," Cain waved his hand lazily, "and your gift for helping me return."