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

　The prison van riot was over quickly.

　With Jiang Chu being killed in one blow, most of the Black Dragon Society thugs who were beaten by Vivian dropped their wands and weapons and surrendered.

　Afterwards, reinforcements from the Patrol Bureau soon arrived and brought them to justice.

　A very successful sting operation.

　""

　By the side of the road, Zuo Huai, who was injured, was receiving medical assistance and crying out in pain from time to time.

　To be honest, although he had been in the army for so long, he had hardly been injured. Most of the time, he asked his subordinates to do things for him, and he just enjoyed the convenience brought by his status as a military young master.

　This was his first time participating in such a truly dangerous operation... His heart was still beating fast...

　It turns out that this is how a real patrolman works. He is in danger all the time and can lose his life if he is not careful.

　Zuo Huai took a deep breath and felt even more absurd about how he had acted in the past.

　"Well done."

　He looked up and saw Shikoti Amra standing in front of him.

　"Thank...thank you...?"

　"Keep working hard," Xingmo said calmly, "You won't become your father."

　After saying that, she turned around and left Zuo Huai.

　Zuo Huai sat there blankly, thinking over and over what Miss Saint had said.

　I won't become... someone like my father...

　""

　At this time, a small temporary tent was set up near the highway.

　Xingmo opened the tent door, shook off the raindrops on her head, and took off her shawl and put it aside.

　In the center of the room, Jiang Chu's body was lying on the bed.

　His arms were bound by vines, and countless symbols flashing with faint black light floated into the air, then converged under the suppression of green light.

　"You're so cruel. You actually went straight to Nocturne." Aurora muttered.

　"After all, we have to ensure the body is intact.

　"Xing Mo put his hands in his pockets, "How is the situation?"

　"It's almost finished extracting," Aurora said. "It's really amazing... these symbols... these powers... how were they carved in there?"

　"Is it impossible to reverse analyze it?" Xing Mo asked.

　"I've done reverse analysis, and the way they're engraved is unknown." Aurora spread her hands.

　Unknown... Everything is unknown...

　Xing Mo sighed softly, walked to the window, and looked down at Jiang Chu.

　To be honest, his face is ordinary and his clothes are ordinary. If such an unremarkable person is thrown into the vast crowd, no one would think that he belongs to a secret group that secretly controls the world.

　But the tattoos on his hands don't lie.

　There is no doubt that the Black Dragon Society has infiltrated every corner of Danzhou.

　Imagine that if you are a citizen of Danzhou, everyone around you could be a member of the Black Dragon Society, your colleague, your family, the old lady downstairs who always likes to listen to opera, or the unsuccessful writer who loves writing.

　This infiltration and influence is deadly and terrifying.

　Once this kind of influence penetrates into the upper echelons, it will bring about an unparalleled subversion to the entire Yanxia situation.

　No, it shouldn’t be called subversion.

　It should be said that it has always been like this.

　Just because Perses Xia took the first step in resistance, an ancient family disappeared from the long river of history and sank forever.

　An invisible giant hand controlled Yan Xia from the shadows.

　Just like the omnipresent thread of fate.

　Xingmo sighed softly, and the long-lost feeling of "being in control" emerged again.

　At this moment, Aurora suddenly spoke:

　"finished."

　Xing Mo looked up and saw that all the tattoos on Jiang Chu's arm had been removed and neatly arranged in the air.

　"These powers overlap to a certain extent with the Dark String, so we used the Lost Realm to screen out its characteristics," Aurora said. "Although the destinations of most connections are unknown, we can be sure that these tattoos draw unknown powers from the world within the Black Miasma!"

　"That means the Dragon Lord's kingdom directly gives them power?" Xing Mo frowned.

　This can be said to be a power that comes directly from the gods, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the favor of the gods.

　Is the Dragon Lord so generous? Even a small minion on the roadside is his favored one?

　"I know what you're thinking," Aurora said thoughtfully. "Actually, it's hard to say. The Kingdom of God is a space filled with power. Even without the gods' permission, if one could freely establish a channel between reality and the Kingdom of God's dimension, stealing that power wouldn't be difficult."

　"You mean... the Black Dragon is stealing the Dragon Lord's power?" Xing Mo frowned.

　"There's no evidence, but from what I can tell, it's impossible for a god to personally favor tens of thousands of people and give them tattoos," Aurora shook her head. "That would only divide His power, weakening His own strength. That doesn't conform to a god's logic."

　Indeed... From this point of view, the membership composition of the Black Dragon Society is indeed not very reasonable.

　Take the Xinghai Church, the oldest church in history, as an example. Generally speaking, in a large church of this level, only people at the level of the archbishop will be "favored by the goddess" and gain some power privileges.

　For example, Bishop Roberts Thane can lift the Goddess's sacred weapon, the Sword of Dawn.

　Converted to the Black Dragon Society, that means there are almost tens of thousands of people at the same level as Bishop Roberts Thane.

　It's an exaggeration no matter how you think about it.

　"Wait a minute..." Xing Mo frowned, "I suddenly remembered... Yue Chen seemed to have said..."

　"...Even within the Black Dragon Society there is more than one faction..."

　"...They are the Returning Clan..."

　"Could it be that there is a faction that never returns?" Aurora raised her eyebrows.

　"The cult isn't unified by God's will, and has even split into two completely opposing factions..." Xing Mo murmured. "If there's no God's will, does that mean the Dragon Lord is currently unable to communicate with the outside world?"

　"That's good," Aurora blinked. "After all, we finally got what we wanted!"

　As she spoke, Aurora stretched out her hand and gently pinched it. The emerald green branches formed a ring at her fingertips.

　Those dark rings slowly attached to the rings, quickly flowing along the lines of the rings, and gradually became stable.

　"This relic can continuously reestablish connections with the outside world when entering the unknown realm," Aurora said. "However, the speed of reconstruction still cannot keep up with the theoretical speed of disconnection. Considering the possibility of decay in the unknown realm, a conservative estimate is that it can survive in the unknown realm for about four to five hours?"

　"enough."

　Xingmo turned around and saw Vivian and Alice pulling open the curtain of the tent and walking in.

　Vivian walked over to Aurora, reached out and took the small ring floating in the air, and looked at it carefully.

　"Four or five hours...it's just a Naihe Bridge. That's plenty of time."

　"Do you need to test it?" Xing Mo asked.

　"There's no time," Alice said, "Mr. Cha just came to deliver a message. The second wave of fire from the Howling Fort is almost ready. The Prisoner's side seems to be held up by other Jiedushi. The army can't do anything.

　If we continue to march forward like this, the second group of troops will also be swallowed by the unknown."

　"How long is the estimated firing time?" Xing Mo asked.

　"About an hour ago, the intelligence came suddenly," Alice took a deep breath. "Mr. Tea means that we must act before Doreen DuBois."

　"Capturing Howling Castle in an hour is a bit difficult..." Xing Mo muttered, "Are you asking me to blow up the entire castle?"

　Well... although it will be difficult to kill the Black Dragon Servant, it is still relatively easy to blow up the entire fortress with the help of Aurora.

　However, this would be a bad idea. First, it would easily highlight the actions of Saint Shikoti Amura in the war, thus putting the rebuilding city under pressure from public opinion. Second, Qiuniu might not want to do this.

　As a Jiedushi, he obviously hoped that the victory of this war would be attributed to "Danzhou Prefecture".

　"Of course not," Alice shook her head. "We're going to capture a frontier fortress."

　As she spoke, Alice unfolded a map and showed it to Xingmo:

　"Hurricane Fortress, the transportation hub of Maple Plains, is also Doreen DuBois's frontline fortress."

　"According to the battle reports from the frontline reconnaissance, this fortress is responsible for providing coordinates beyond the visual range of Fort Whistling, thereby calibrating the accuracy of Fort Whistling's artillery cluster."

　"As long as this fort is taken down, Fort Whistling will temporarily lose its ability to fire."

　"learn."

　Xing Mo took a shawl from the hanger nearby and put it on her little ancestor, then turned to look at Alice:

　"Then let's split up and finish everything today."

　"everything?"

　"First it was the Hurricane Fortress, then the Three Lives Stone," Xing Mo nodded, "and finally the Howling Fortress."

　“Try to complete the blitz in four hours.”

　Xingmo's words stunned Alice and Vivian for a moment.

　Four hours... It feels like Doreen DuBois, who wields an unknown power, is not treated as a human being at all...

　Aurora's lips curled slightly, thinking to herself that this was the style of the little saint.

　He is decisive in killing and does things without dragging his feet.

　"Senior Alice, take Vivian back to the quadrangle and prepare to enter the unknown territory," Xingmo said quickly, "I will quickly deal with Hurricane Fortress and then directly attack Howling Fortress."

　Then she turned to Vivian:

　"Vivian, you must erase the history hidden by the first firing of Howling Fort from the Three Lives Stone while we attack Howling Fort, and grant Prison Ox the legitimate right to march. This way, it will be easier to deal with the Black Dragon Servant."

　"Okay." Vivian nodded seriously.

　"Don't stress yourself out. Even if you don't succeed, I'll still use the phonograph stone Yuechen gave me to deal with Doreen," Xingmo smiled and patted Vivian's shoulder. "If that doesn't work, the worst that can happen is a brute force attack against the other Jiedushi's army. To put it bluntly, it's a falling out. Since they're using dirty tricks, there's no need for us to play by the rules."

　"Okay...okay..."

　Vivian stared blankly at Xingmo's decisive look and swallowed.

　Is this really the same child who lived alone in a corner in Nefera Beta?

　She was like a leader, remaining calm in the face of such impending trouble, and her thoughts seemed to be ten steps ahead of everyone else.

　She was really trying hard to plan to find out her own life experience.

　Look at me again...

　Still just going with the flow...

　Vivian clenched her fists and turned to look at Alice:

　"Alice, let's go without further ado!"

　"it is good."

　Alice waved to Xingmo, opened the door of the tent, and left with Vivian.

　Xingmo turned around and looked at Aurora and said:

　"Little Ancestor, it's time to let the children of the Holy Tree Elves come out for some fresh air."

　"That's exactly what I meant~"

　Aurora smiled gently, tore open a crack, and gestured for Xingmo to go first.

　Xingmo entered the crack, and a howling wind blew over her. She was already in the northeast area of ​​Maple Leaf Plain.

　In the distance, the endless fields were rippling under the howling wind, like an emerald green ocean. Tiny raindrops fell into the outline of the green ocean, but not a single wave was splashed.

　Aurora and Xingmo stood side by side, looking towards the distant horizon together.

　In the direction of the wind, a fortress stands tall.

　Howling Castle.

　Behind Xingmo and Aurora, the army from Danzhou Prefecture blocked all nearby roads and was densely packed across the plains, on standby.