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

　"Wise old man," Aurora nodded. "No wonder we didn't see him during the Battle of the White Tower. We thought he was dead."

　"Maybe we'll have a chance to say hello later."

　Xingmo said as she continued to turn the pages and read them to Aurora one by one.

　As she read, the energy she had forced herself to maintain while staying up late faded away like the tide, and sleepiness swept over her, making her eyelids want to close constantly.

　"are you sleepy?"

　Aurora raised her head and looked at Xingmo.

　"Ah."

　Xingmo rubbed his eyes and yawned:

　"That..."

　"Okay, okay, I'll sleep with you."

　Aurora jumped off Xingmo's lap, sat beside her, and gently placed her head on her lap.

　Xingmo lay on Aurora's knees, stretched, and closed her eyes.

　"Don't put weird things in dreams." Xing Mo murmured.

　"You're still picking. You're not allowed to pick."

　Aurora looked at Xingmo lying on her knees, with a slight smile on her lips.

　She put her mouth close to Xingmo's ear and whispered softly:

　"Your dream is up to us."

　Before Xingmo's consciousness was swallowed by the faint green light, she felt a kiss on her cheek.

　Well, shy little guy, he only dared to take action at this time.

　Gradually, Xingmo fell asleep, and the fatigue of the night swept over him.

　Alia rarely dreams.

　But ever since the Battle of the White Tower, she had been having a recurring dream.

　During that battle, she was wounded by the Golden King and briefly lost consciousness.

　And in that hazy consciousness, Alia saw a faint blue shadow rising from the ground.

　That was Shelley, a messenger from Messina, a high-ranking dark elf.

　She died at the hands of Miss Saint, and her soul should have been shattered.

　But in that dream, Alia kept dreaming of her over and over again.

　She was wearing a long dress and standing not far from Alia, looking at her with a smile.

　Whenever Arya tried to approach, Shelley would reach out and freeze Arya with a mantra.

　Then, she would repeat the same sentence over and over again:

　"Why are you still sleeping?"

　"call--"

　Alia suddenly stood up from the bed, sweating profusely.

　She felt herself being held—Bianca was beside her, watching her worriedly.

　"Another nightmare?" Bianca asked quietly.

　"Um..."

　Alya gently placed her hand on the back of Bianca's hand and adjusted her breathing.

　"That messenger..." she murmured, "I feel like a part of her has become embedded in my soul."

　"No improvement at all?" Bianca picked up a handkerchief and wiped Alya's sweat. "This is not a good sign... I need to go see Miss Saint..."

　"Miss Saint is very busy and I don't want to trouble her." Alia said hurriedly.

　"Aren't you going to take that...test this afternoon?" Bianca tilted her head. "Miss Saint should be almost done with it, right? Ask her to help you take a look."

　"...this..."

　Alia was actually a little hesitant.

　What if her body is contaminated by something bad, will she be hated and despised?

　Miss Saint is already very busy, and now I have to help her deal with such a small matter - it's just a nightmare.

　But...

　If such a nightmare leads to something worse, will it harm Miss Saint?

　"I understand..." Alia nodded, "I'll go talk to Miss Saint this afternoon."

　She lay down on the bed and continued to sleep.

　Xingmo had a very good sleep.

　Although it was only six hours, when she

　When he woke up on Aurora's lap, he still felt refreshed.

　"Aha~"

　Xingmo stretched and turned around to see Aurora reading intently.

　This little girl is also amazing. Xingmo slept on her lap, and she actually sat there for six hours.

　very nice.

　"Little ancestor, what are you looking at?" Xing Mo asked curiously.

　"A yuri novel." Aurora said confidently.

　Xingmo: ()!

　Does it have to be like this!!!

　"Don't worry, I won't touch you while you're sleeping," Aurora said, her hands on her hips. "I'm very principled!"

　"You really didn't move?" Xingmo pouted.

　"A little?" Aurora scratched her head. "Hehe~"

　Hey, you head!

　Xing Mo stuck out her tongue. Although she didn't care, playing with others while they were sleeping... was too much!

　"Okay, time to go to lunch," Xingmo stretched, "After lunch, we'll go to Baita District in the afternoon and Dongcheng District in the evening..."

　It looks like it's been a busy day...

　"Let's go."

　Xingmo reached out to Aurora, trying to help her up.

　But when Aurora handed her hand to Xingmo, she gently pulled it and kissed the little hand.

　"Good morning, my little ancestor." Xing Mo chuckled.

　This small action made Aurora stunned for a moment, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, brighter than the red glow in the sky.

　After holding it in for a long time, she only uttered one sentence:

　"It's already noon!"

　2 p.m.

　Xingmo pushed open the carriage door and the white tower came into view.

　Even in summer, she still wore formal clothes and a black cloak, looking very respectable.

　Aurora, standing beside her, was dressed similarly in black. The aura of the two of them standing together could be summed up in two words:

　profession.

　"Let's go, little ancestor," Xing Mo waved her hand, "enter the White Tower and destroy the goddess's plan!"

　"Don't use such clichés..." Aurora stuck out her tongue.

　Yes, their destination is the White Tower, a tower that was once regarded as a forbidden place for the goddess.

　In the past, only the White Tower Councillors and high-ranking officials of the Xinghai Church were qualified to enter this tower. It has the functions of "supernatural threat detection" and "shelter", and is the holy place of the academic city.

　But after the arrival of the Hanging Gardens, the White Tower Council and the Star Sea Church had basically disintegrated.

　The Long-Sounding Star Sea Bell has been destroyed. When it shattered, it caused a huge storm. Even the Yanxia Empire on the other side noticed this change.

　In short, the White Tower is no longer a forbidden place.

　The secrecy inside it has been destroyed. Although some floors are still eroded by secrecy, most areas have become open areas.

　Under such circumstances, the New White Tower Council decided not to regard the White Tower as a sacred forbidden place, but to grant it to the Holy Tree Church.

　Well...it's better to say it was stolen than to say it was granted.

　Because most of the people in the New White Tower Council are from the Holy Tree Church.

　Over the past four months, the power of the Holy Tree Cult has continued to expand. After witnessing the Goddess's inaction, a large number of former priests and nuns from the Star Sea Church have joined the Holy Tree Cult, suddenly adding a large amount of talent reserves.

　Hmm...Xinghai Church seems like a small church.

　As the most important observation platform in the academy, even if the White Tower has lost its sacred function, it must not be treated casually.

　Thus, this place became Xingmo's base camp.

　""

　Passing through the white tower gate full of guards, Xingmo arrived at the pure white tower base hall.

　Now, it is bustling with people - in the past four months, different departments have begun to take over various parts of the White Tower, such as the Observation Department, Defense Department, Early Warning Department, and Ritual Department.

　In addition to being the general manager of the White Tower, Xing Mo is also in charge of a key department——

　——Extraordinary Department.

　That is what she has been busy with recently, reorganizing the combat force.

　This is a combat force directly under Xingmo, and will be organized according to the specifications of the Bell Guardians.

　This afternoon, she came to classify the first batch of members who were finally selected.

　Although Xingmo has the greatest degree of freedom in the composition of personnel, this matter still needs to be completed under the witness of the Archbishop of Xinghai Church.

　After all, high-level supernatural powers are difficult to control, and if only one person is left to judge, there will always be the possibility of error.

　This is a form of supervision and also a means to enhance mutual trust.

　"I hope the bishop won't make things difficult for us." Aurora stretched lazily as she walked on the stairs leading underground.

　"No, why would the bishop make things difficult for me?" Xing Mo muttered.

　The two came to an underground corridor, pushed open a pure white door, and entered the testing room.

　What came into view was a pure white room, empty inside with nothing in it.

　A figure in a white robe arrived here before Xingmo. She was standing with her back to him, her red hair draped over her shoulders.

　"Your Excellency the Bishop!" Xing Mo waved his hand. "Are you here so early?"

　Hearing her call, the bishop turned his head and pursed his lips.

　Alice Pucht is leaning on the Sword of Dawn

　, looking at the smile on Xingmo's face, she sighed helplessly:

　"Xiao Mo, I've told you so many times, don't call me Bishop."

　"Call me senior!"

Chapter 373 July (Part 3) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Alice Pushit became the bishop of the Xinghai Church three months ago.

　At that time, the goddess's followers were facing a serious crisis of faith - the White Tower, which they regarded as a sacred object, was invaded, but the goddess did not provide any help to the mortal world, and allowed her chosen people to die helplessly on the streets.

　Whether they were ordinary believers or priests and nuns in the church, most people experienced the same mental journey during this period: first they longed for divine revelation in grief, then they gradually collapsed in the endless night, and finally they questioned their faith in the goddess.