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

　The Spine of Saint Auros slashed into the emperor's collarbone, and a wave of fire erupted, instantly knocking Ugaan from the sky to the ground—

　"Click!"

　The sound of bones cracking resounded, and the power of the Fire Spirit disappeared. Ugaen climbed up with the help of a cane, but what caught his eyes was a golden light.

　——Alice has raised the Sword of Dawn, and the golden starlight gathers on the blade, pointing directly at the invader from the other side of the ocean!

　The spiritual power of the White Pagoda flowed onto the body of the Holy Sword, forming arc-shaped light patterns all the way, as gorgeous as blooming fireworks.

　Ugaen calmly watched the Starlight Blade that was about to tear him apart, and watched the golden morning light illuminate the darkness of the Star-Picking Pavilion.

　He recalled the days on the sea of ​​sand. When the weather was good, the starry sky could be seen from the sand dunes.

　But the starry sky has never responded to the expectations of the golden people, not even once.

　""

　Ugaan closed his eyes and softly sang the Song of Sand.

　To survive, no matter what... no matter what... no matter what...

　"Everything... is expendable."

　Ugaan opened his arms and sang an ancient ballad.

　Alice's eyes turned cold, and the next second she swung the holy sword towards the emperor without hesitation.

　But before the golden light was about to engulf the emperor, a figure suddenly stood in front of the emperor!

　"!"

　Alice suddenly turned the holy sword and slashed at the wall beside her. Golden starlight rippled on the smooth bone inner wall of the white tower.

　She stared blankly at the figure standing in front of Ugaen - the golden quicksand was gradually tearing his body apart and disintegrating his outline.

　"Love...Alice...Senior..."

　Dawn's mouth opened and closed, his form was disintegrating, and golden sand flowed on the ground, forming a stream that looked like blood.

　He looked at his body, then at Alice, and gave a wry smile.

　"I...remember..."

　"I've been dead for a long time..."

　"It was the Emperor...who personally killed me..."

　"Pfft!"

　As Alice watched, Dawn's heart split open with the sound of his chest exploding, turning into a hollow hole.

　Ugaen swung his hand, and a flash of red light flew into the hole.

　——That was a feather from the golden sun.

　"Not choose

　means..."

　"Everything... is expendable..."

　Ugaen raised his head and looked directly at Alice, whose face was dazed. His golden eyes sparkled.

　"...including God."

Chapter 364 White Tower (Part 10) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　No one knows when Dawn died.

　While in Isabella's palace, his body and spirit were no different from those of a normal person.

　He had been lying in the string array under the Holy Tree Church for so long and was under close observation, but no problems had occurred.

　When did he die?

　Perhaps, in a short time, no one can answer this question.

　"Zizi-boom-"

　As the feather from the golden sun was integrated into Dawn's chest, the last trace of his human characteristics disappeared.

　Twisted sand wings tore through his back and sprayed into the air like a fountain, sending illusory sand flying.

　A feather from the Fallen God, the extraordinary essence inside it is at least at the angelic level after being shaped by Cain.

　This power was roughly stuffed into Dawn's body, rising under the restraint of the Song of Sand, causing him to mutate into a crippled angel!

　"Shhh-"

　No one could have imagined that the Golden King would actually sacrifice the feather from God. His unscrupulousness has exceeded everyone's expectations.

　In this brief moment, the Sand Angel immediately executed the first order from its master.

　That was to attack Alice—

　"call----"

　The wind howled, and the twisted angel swung its asymmetrical arms with sharp claws, slashing at Alice.

　Alice swung the Sword of Dawn to meet the attack, but hesitated for a moment before swinging the sword.

　That short moment seemed to be stretched out very long, so long that Alice seemed to have lost the concept of time.

　She met the eyes of the Sand Angel - those eyes were so familiar. The junior always looked directly at her when he spoke, with admiration and eagerness in his eyes.

　And at that moment, Alice saw despair in those eyes.

　This was the instinct that any kind girl would reveal when faced with a former friend turning against her. Even if Alice suppressed it with her excellent qualities as a bell guardian in the next second, it was already too late.

　In front of the angel, a moment can also be stretched to a very long length——

　"clang----"

　The golden light whistled, and the Sword of Dawn flew out of his hand and flew into the sky.

　The holy object from the goddess did not obey gravity. After it escaped from Alice's hand, it plunged into the dome of the Star-Picking Pavilion and was swallowed by the boundless darkness.

　Alice drew her wand and tried to play the strings, but the sharp claws of the Sand Angel were already slashing at her—

　"bass--"

　The wand broke in two and Alice fell to the ground, defenseless.

　"Alice!"

　In the third second, the silver knight tore open the ice flame door and stood in front of his beloved girl.

　Vivian swung her sword fiercely, confronting the Sand Angel's sharp claws.

　"Dawn..." Vivian looked into those familiar eyes, "I'm sorry."

　"boom--"

　"Dangdang——"

　The ice dragon and the angel started fighting, and light splashed everywhere for a while.

　On the other side, Xing Mo, who had just landed, didn't care about the situation on her senior's side and immediately turned to look at Wu Ganen.

　She saw that the wound on Ugaen's body was being stitched up by the Song of Sand. The golden quicksand brought out blood as it passed through his skin, but the emperor didn't feel any pain at all.

　"Saint," he looked directly at Xingmo, "I will defeat you before you twist your fate again."

　The emperor struck the scepter, grabbed the head of the scepter with his hand, and pulled it out violently -

　"boom----"

　Raging flames gushed out, and golden quicksand formed along the head of the scepter into a giant sword nearly two meters long!

　The lower half of the scepter was also wrapped and reshaped by the golden quicksand, and transformed into a spear under the shaping of the raging fire.

　The sun wheel shone behind him again, and his eyes burned like flames, making Xingmo feel waves of spiritual pressure coming.

　""

　Ugaen walked towards Xingmo step by step, and the flames burned with his steps.

　Suddenly, he turned around and slashed at the void with the flaming spear—

　"Shhh-"

　A dark string was cut, and at the same time, Arya fell out of the shadows.

　Before she could stand up, Ugaen swung his giant sword, setting off a wave of blazing fire on the ground.

　"boom----"

　The little nun groaned in pain, and her body flew into the darkness and disappeared.

　Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, Xingmo drew out his magic wand and played the string of starlight.

　The next second, the flaming spear pierced through her chest, blasting her body to pieces—

　——Starlight projection.

　"You long for more time, just as we once longed for water," Ugaan's golden eyes swept across the hall, "but you will not get what you want."

　The spiritual pressure continued to tear apart the space, accompanied by surging golden flames.

　At the same time, golden starlight continued to burst out from the space, disturbing Ugaen's vision.

　Xingmo was hiding among the starlight, restraining his breath and waiting for the opportunity.

　Compared with a demigod who has fully liberated the power of authority, Xingmo does not think he has a chance of winning.

　If she wanted to defeat the emperor, she only had one or two methods—

　——The String of Fate, or the Spear of Ivramis.

　The latter has a greater chance of winning, because the former may

　Received an equivalent replacement from Sandsong, which can kill even angels.

　However, Xingmo now has no way to use the Spear of Ivramis.

　Aurora was not by her side, and she was in the state of having just resonated with fate.

　There is no anchor sufficient to stabilize the mind, nor a spirit stable enough to resonate with destiny.

　What to do...Xingmo took a deep breath, his mind racing.

　The power of the Sand Angel is suppressing Alice and Vivian, and without the Sword of Dawn, the balance of battle is rapidly tilting.

　We must find a way...We must...

　"Pfft-"

　A sharp blade flew out from the broken mirror and pierced Lucius' armor again.

　The steam iron fist roared and smashed the mirror into pieces, turning the projection in the mirror into mottled spots of light.

　Lucius wanted to continue chasing, but he felt his body become weak and he half-knelt on the ground.

　He touched it lightly and found a trace of blood from the joint of the half-real and half-virtual bronze armor.

　Almost reaching the limit...

　The roar of steam was gradually tearing apart Lucius's will. His spirit had already become shattered after briefly mobilizing the Tree of Life, like a lone boat sailing among the waves of the sea.

　The lonely boat was finally about to sink. Not only was there holes everywhere on the hull, but the rower had no strength left.

　"...You are very courageous, using the power of the curse to fight in the heart of the goddess."

　The broken mirror reflected a human figure. Isabella slowly walked up to Lucius, her golden skirt dragging on the ground.

　In her half-gold, half-flesh hand she held a shard of mirror, its edge gleaming with starlight.

　"But it's over," she said, her lips curled up slightly. "Your companions will soon be dealt with by the Emperor, and you...your soul will be turned into firewood during the Star Calling, burning into insignificant embers."

　"But please don't grieve too much," Isabella said, her tone like a victor. "For the benefit of the Folk of the Mist... we should have broken with convention long ago, just as you broke the superiority of the wizarding class by improving the alchemical steam engine. Now... I will inherit the power of the goddess and truly raise a flag for us under the night sky."

　"You will become the firewood of the new era, burning with billowing steam..." she murmured. "Isn't this romantic? A life of dedication..."

　"...Even your daughter, Miriam, sacrificed her life for the Citadel, didn't she? If that's the case..."

　"Shut up!"

　Lucius suddenly raised his head. He had been silent until then, but when Miriam's name was mentioned, a dark light burned in his lake-blue eyes: