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

　"call--"

　Perlis adjusted her posture in the air, starlight twinkled in her eyes, and her pure white hair danced in the air like fireworks.

　While falling, Perlis raised her wrist and watched the interlaced ring structure spinning rapidly.

　"almost."

　As the distance to the Hanging Gardens approached, it became impossible to remain hidden.

　Red arcs of electricity surged out from the intertwined structures of the bracelet, forming a strong factor energy field on her body surface. This was due to the power of Hafirgaard's bloodline, which could weave the red arcs into a shield, providing her with basic protection.

　The strong factor energy shield rubbed against the air as it fell, and a crimson tail flame gushed out, trailing behind the girl like a meteor.

　At the same time, the Imperials observed a strange phenomenon in the sky.

　In the outer ring of the Hanging Gardens, city defense cannons were raised one after another. They tried to lock onto the creature that was rapidly approaching the garden, but were suddenly bound by the dark gravity.

　They could only watch helplessly as the crimson meteor streaked across the sky and crashed into the structure above the Hanging Gardens.

　"boom----"

　Red arcs burst open, piercing the outer wall structure.

　Perlis rolled into the corridor inside the garden and stood up.

　She turned around and saw two imperial soldiers on patrol staring at her blankly, their eyes full of confusion.

　"Good evening."

　Perlis blinked, then leaped forward—

　"bass--"

　Spinning, the arc of the silver blade tore the throats of the two guards, and blood splattered.

　Perlis stood up and heard scattered footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw a row of guards holding muskets rushing around the corner and aiming at her.

　""

　Perlis flashed and rushed towards the musketeers quickly.

　At the same time, the soldiers opened fire—

　"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

　Pearlis suddenly jumped onto the wall, ran on the wall, ran up to the ceiling, and fell vertically, avoiding all the bullets.

　At the same time, red arcs of electricity flashed between her bracelets—

　"bass--"

　With a flash of red light, Perlis's figure instantly passed over the outlines of the musketeers.

　Four or five red cutting lines crisscrossed each other, all precisely distributed on the musketeers' vital points.

　"boom----"

　The red cracks took a while to explode, and the corridor was dyed with red light. The musketeers fell to the ground without even a scream.

　A pure white figure walked out from the smoke and dust. Perlis calmly played with the butterfly knife on her fingertips, with red light flashing in her eyes.

　She did not look back at the corpses, but walked through the corridors according to the route planned in advance.

　Soon, she arrived at the circular hall.

　She stood on a small terrace, with the abyss below her. The circular building's structure was dotted with densely packed arches, each leading to a department.

　Perlis's gaze quickly locked onto the Immortal Secretary. She condensed the upper realm factor and immediately tore open a rift -

　"bass--"

　"bass--"

　She leaped out of the rift and landed at the door of the Immortal Division.

　Two jackals who had been on alert immediately rushed over with spears in hand. Golden sand condensed into armor on their bodies, and golden flames ignited from their eye sockets.

　"For the Emperor..."

　Before the first jackal could finish speaking, Perlis took out her butterfly knife and slashed at him—

　"clang--"

　"Pfft-"

　The butterfly knife tore open the gun handle and also tore open the jackal's skull.

　Perlis kicked him away, turned around, and lightly faced the second jackal—

　"Dangdang——"

　"bass--"

　His performance was better than the first one, and the second slash of his sword split his spear.

　A flash of light——

　"Bala."

　The jackal fell to the ground, holding his throat and making a "gurgling" sound as he choked on blood.

　Perlis stepped over their bodies and strolled into the gate of the Immortal Department.

　Passing through the dark corridor, Perlis was faced with layers of spiritual pressure, hitting her like waves.

　Hmm...it should be some kind of defensive string array?

　Perlis didn't know that these spiritual pressures were a little too gentle and could not have any effect on her.

　So, she simply walked forward, passing through layers of spiritual pressure without her stride being affected.

　As she passed through the last layer of spiritual pressure, she was greeted by a dark, arched hall.

　In the center of the hall, there was an old man in a yellow robe. He was leaning on a spear and looking at Perlis quietly.

　"You are not affected by the string array," he said.

　"You used the string array to influence me?" Perlis was a little surprised.

　For a moment, the venue fell into silent awkwardness.

　The old man sighed softly and moved his spear away from the center of the ground, and the spiritual pressure immediately disappeared.

　Oh...it really is defensive string magic...Perlis nodded thoughtfully and said:

　"Can you please move aside?"

　"You killed the guard at the gate," the yellow-robed old man said calmly, "and I am the guardian of the Immortal Division."

　"You can't protect it," Perlis said bluntly, "but the blood can be spared."

　Perlis knew that most of the immortals had gone to the Citadel to fight, and only a few remained in the garden.

　It takes time for them to get back on defense.

　""

　The old man looked at Perlis quietly and cleared his throat:

　"For the Empire, I will do my duty."

　"Can you tell me your name?" asked Perlis.

　"The guardian of the Immortal Division lost his name the day he entered the stone vault," the old man whispered, taking a stance. "Come."

　His eyes gleamed with fire, and though he wore no armor, he looked far more deadly than any other jackal.

　Perlis nodded and raised the butterfly knife towards the old man, the silver blade flashing.

　"Rest in peace," she said.

　"bass----"

　A red light flashed, and before the old man could even move, he fell to the ground, holding his stomach.

　After a brief delay, his spear exploded, emitting golden sparks.

　""

　Perlis walked over the old man, to the end of the hall, and placed her hands on the wall.

　She stroked the wall gently, searching for...

　"!"

　An unstable reality, grafted onto the wall.

　Perlis snapped her fingers, and a faint white light flashed, revealing the true nature of the wall - a pitch-black door.

　At the same time, she felt a slight tingling in her temple.

　Hmm... Using the power of authority in a very small range, Red Moon seems unable to lock onto me...

　That would be much more convenient...

　Thinking of this, Perlis walked into the door that hid the secrets of the Immortal Department.

　The inside of the door was endless darkness. After a quick observation, Perlis was convinced that this was a space constructed with the power of memory, with the characteristics of dark strings flickering around it.

　The space of memory...means...

　Perlis stretched out her hand, and a black feather pen solidified between her fingers.

　The ink of engraving, the power of "creation", also controls the flow of the lower space.

　She used a pen to gently write a line of words on the space:

　"The critical point of the river of anti-life essence?"

　The world of memories began to surge, and in the darkness, a small scroll fell down.

　Perlis opened the scroll and read the words on it:

　"The Kingdom of Messina... the border... the small town of Akassina..."

　The town of Acasina...Polis recalled this place - it was a small town on the border of Messina, which seemed to be under the control of a local warlord.

　If we go to a place like this...I don't think the scenery will be very good.

　Perlis shook her head, turned around, and walked out of the dark cellar in the shadows.

　At the moment, all she could do was to follow Rose Frozen's footsteps to see what the critical point was.

　Sister (Part 4) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　rainy night.

　On the border of Messina Territory, on the hill behind the white church, stands a huge manor.

　The estate belongs to the local priest, Agostino Esposito, who calls himself a follower of God and secretly worships the fog god deep in the forest.

　As the Kingdom of Messina had a vast territory, Agostino established his own kingdom on the border. He had a private army and territory in the local area, and he also had established connections and relationships in the sphere of influence of the surrounding princes.

　Thus, he was more like a warlord, or even a king, than a priest.

　"Boom!"

　Loud thunder flashed by, briefly dyeing the wilderness white. Rain slammed against the windows, and the howling wind kept hitting them, making a heart-pounding sound.

　At this moment, the priest with a large number of troops was sitting in an easy chair, surrounded by guards.

　Agostino was dressed in a white suit, his face solemn but with a hint of nervousness - a look not often seen on his face.

　Tonight, he will welcome a special guest.

　""

　The sound of horses trampling through the mud came from the window, and the wheels of the carts splashed up the muddy water on the side of the road.

　The sound of rain seemed a little faint.

　"Father..." A confidant leaned over and said, "She's here..."

　"Boom!"

　Another flash of lightning briefly outlined Agostino.

　He nodded and said: