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

　Following Vivian's letter came Alice's letter, in which she stated that the Academy's fleet would soon reach Yanxia and would reach the port of Lidu in two days at most.

　She asked about Vivian's condition, and Xingmo wrote back to tell her that everything was fine.

　"call..."

　After finishing breakfast, Xingmo stretched and relaxed his tired muscles.

　Today's schedule is... first we'll go to the Lidu Building for a meeting to decide on the next offensive strategy.

　It is said that representatives from Messina will be present at the event, so it seems that this is indeed a world alliance.

　Then, Xing Mo planned to find Miss Perlis. She wanted Miss Perlis to help process the Ice Dragon Emperor's magic gun and make it into bullets or something.

　Using the new moon to fire that bullet should be able to have a great restraint on the moon dust, which will be a very important trump card.

　"Messina's representatives actually came to Yan Xia to seek cooperation," Xing Mo muttered, "I'm a little surprised."

　"Why do you say that?" Aurora turned her head.

　"Hmm... you see, many of Messina's higher-ups are high-level dark elves, and their power is also in the realm of truth," Xing Mo said thoughtfully. "Based on their inertia, I thought they would be more inclined to side with Yuechen."

　After all, their power comes from the Dark Moon Dragon.

　"That's not right," Aurora stretched. "Doesn't Isabella Ducep really favor your side?"

　"...That makes sense."

　Having said this, Xing Mo stood up and clapped his hands:

　"Let's go to the Liuli Building for a meeting."

　More than ten minutes later, Xingmo brought Aurora and Bahamut to the door of the Glass Building.

　It is no longer as peaceful as it was yesterday. A large number of media reporters have blocked the entrance, and spotlights are flashing one after another.

　Obviously, there was no way to hide the fact that a meeting was about to be held here from the reporters.

　""

　Seeing Xing Mo and the other two approaching, the reporters immediately came over and raised the microphone in front of Xing Mo.

　"Ms. Shikoti Amura, what do you think about the upcoming cooperation between Messina Kingdom and Yan Xia?"

　"I don't know." Xingmo said.

　"Miss Saint! How do you get along with this arrogant Fire Dragon King? Has she ever caused you any trouble?"

　“I don’t know

　Xingmo squeezed Bahamut's shoulders to prevent her from punching the reporter away.

　"Miss Saint! I heard that Coach Cheng Haihua has a very high opinion of you. What do you think about this?"

　"I don't know." Xingmo spread out her hands.

　"Miss Saint! What do you think of the Imperial ambassadors arriving in Yanxia and preparing to discuss..."

　"What did you say?"

　Xing Mo's eyes wrinkled, and there was a hint of sharpness in her words.

　She turned to look at the reporter who asked the question, and the coldness emanating from her brows silenced the noisy reporters for a moment.

　"The Imperial delegation, now, here?" she whispered.

　"Ah... um... yes, the Machiavelli Empire delegation also arrived this morning," the reporter swallowed. "Do you have any clues?"

　The Imperial delegation arrived at Yanxia... Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other.

　Now the situation is a little unpredictable.

　As we all know, Yuechen was freed from his restraints with the help of the Imperials, and he had been cooperating with the Imperials from the beginning until the White Tower Counterattack.

　The Imperials sent people to cooperate at this time... Could it be that they want to settle accounts with Yuechen?

　It’s definitely not that simple.

　Xing Mo couldn't help but recall the calm face of the Golden King Ugaen - that emperor always calculated the next few steps in advance and found a large number of alternative plans, so that the empire would have a way out no matter which direction it took.

　If he sent people to Yanxia at this critical juncture, no matter what he claimed, it would not be as simple as "revenge".

　Is he coming for the String of Truth? After being fused with moon dust and merged with the unknown...

　...the complete string of truth?

　Or were they heading for the Corpse Gate? Currently, Cain was suppressed by Professor Merlin deep within Mortiheim, and the severely wounded Empire was the only remaining major executive body of the Court of Redemption.

　Well...anyway, we have to be careful next time.

　Thinking of this, Xingmo held Aurora with one hand and Bahamut with the other, and the three of them walked through the silent reporters and entered the Glass Building.

　Led by the butler, the three of them came to the conference hall on the middle floor of the building.

　As soon as she entered the conference room, Xing Mo saw the tall woman who had already taken her seat: she was wearing a white hat and a pure white travel windbreaker, giving her a rather otherworldly air.

　The most special thing about her is her pointed and slender ears.

　Messina's messenger, Miss Angela, is a high-level dark elf.

　Xing Mo was a little surprised to see an acquaintance here, and the latter smiled and said to her:

　"Miss Saint, it's been a long time since we last met. It seems everything is going well."

　"Ms. Angela," Xing Mo nodded slightly, "I didn't expect it would be you."

　"After all, I am the only messenger who has contacted you. Since you hold such an important position in this war, the Emerald King naturally chose me first."

　Angela did not hide the reason for her visit at all: because Xingmo was here, the Jade King chose the one who was most familiar with her.

　This shows that in the eyes of the King of Messina, Xingmo has a high status.

　""

　After Xing Mo took her seat, Angela's eyes moved, and she whispered:

　"That child named Alia, how is she now?"

　"Not bad. Before I came to Yanxia, ​​she reached the Six-String Saint." Xing Mo nodded slightly. "Since she is also a high-level dark elf, then becoming a demigod shouldn't be difficult, right?"

　"Who knows? The Dark Elves have long passed their heyday during the Dark Ages, and the blood in our bodies is no longer pure," Angela smiled faintly. "But if it's that child, anything is possible."

　No matter how many times she heard it, Xingmo could always hear the peculiarity of Alia from Angela's tone.

　But she knew that even if she pressed the issue, the latter would most likely not give her an answer, and at most would just tell her a riddle or something.

　"Why is Messina interested in the Skeleton Gate?" Xing Mo chose to get straight to the point.

　"Well... this is a very complicated question." Angela gently supported her chin with her hand. "His Majesty didn't say much, but my guess is that it's to prevent the Crescent Moon from rising again."

　Crescent moon...refers to moon dust, right?

　"I thought the dark elves would stand on the side of the complete String of Truth." Xing Mo said.

　"No, on the contrary. We don't want anyone to be able to fully grasp the String of Truth," Angela said. "If the truth is monopolized by one person, the power of the dark elves' bloodline will be greatly weakened, and the power that Messina is so proud of will also suffer a severe blow."

　Well...then their motives make sense: they say they are here to support Yan Xia, but in essence they are here to protect the power they already have.

　Xing Mo nodded slightly and said:

　"The rising of the Corpse Gate also affects Messina?"

　"Of course. Miss Saint must know that Messina's old capital has always been a ruined city. After the Golden Disaster, countless ghosts wandered within," Angela explained. "After the Skeleton Gate rose, as the power of truth reached its peak in this world, time in the old capital began to stir."

　"Is time starting to get restless?" Xing Mo frowned.

　"Shadows from the past began to rise, and even demigods appeared.

　A supernatural disaster. A high-ranking dark elf general who fought against the goddess during the Golden Disaster suddenly appeared and, in an extraordinary and uncontrolled form, wreaked havoc on the old capital, nearly breaking through its walls.

　As Angela spoke, Xingmo felt a little fear in her eyes.

　The Golden Disaster is a record of the Star Sea Goddess's direct interference with a country in history. On that day, golden starlight appeared in the sky above the royal capital, destroying the old capital and ending the rule of the Dark Elf King.

　This incident happened almost a thousand years ago. How could people from that period emerge to the present day along the shadow of history?

　"Miss Saint, you should know what happened in Akashina Town some time ago," Angela said softly, looking at Xingmo in disbelief. "The White Angel tried to tear open a rift in time, but was ultimately stopped by a hidden being. The rift fell silent as a result."

　"And the situation in Akasina wasn't accidental. After that incident, time rifts appeared across Messina. Although our response to the Akasina incident was much faster than before, if this continues, soon even the messengers won't be able to contain time."

　"All signs indicate that the Old Age is attempting to invade ours. Their world is rising, and the emergence of the Corpse Gate is their greatest aid—the power of truth is beginning to reach its peak in this world."

　After listening to Angela's narration, Xingmo couldn't help but feel a little sad.

　She had guessed that the Gate of Corpses would have a great impact on the world, but she didn't expect the impact to be so great.

　An ancient era invading the real world? In her opinion, this was simply... impossible.

　Xingmo has only experienced the act of reversing time once: at the end of the White Tower counterattack, she used the String of Fate to reverse time and save Aurora who was pierced by the Spear of Fate.

　Reversing time, such a terrifying power... It seems that besides fate, truth can also do the same thing.

　So, who is driving the return of that old era?

　Is it the Dark Elf King?

　If that's the case, it's no wonder that the Star Sea Goddess would personally take action... to destroy his ambition.

　""

　During the conversation, the butler at the door said softly:

　"The Imperial Ambassador has arrived."

　Hearing this, Xingmo turned his head suddenly and stared at the door.

　Bahamut also cast a vicious look over there - she didn't like the Imperials because they had bullied the star she wanted to follow.

　"Da da da..."

　The sound of bronze boots stepping on the ground came from far away and spread in the silence.

　Then, a figure in bronze armor walked into the room.

　When Xing Mo's eyes fell on his face, she was stunned for a moment.

　"Ms. Jadeti...? You're here too?"

　A familiar face appeared in Xingmo's sight: it was the former captain of the city guard, Tolum!

　He actually became the Imperial Ambassador...?

Chapter 445: Turbulent Times (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Although Tolum didn't have much friendship with Xingmo, he was indeed one of the few people Xingmo had a good impression of during her time in New Galo.

　At that time, as the String of Truth unfolded above the Hanging Gardens, Xing Mo needed to enter the Hanging Gardens as soon as possible, but was recognized by the Immortals at the city gate.

　At that time, it was Captain Tolum who stepped forward to block the immortals for Xingmo and allowed her to pass quickly.

　If we really talk about friendship, Xing Mo only rescued some soldiers from Xinjialuo who were suffering from nightmares. Even if it was a favor, it would not make them betray their emperor.

　Therefore, in Xingmo's eyes, Captain Tolum is one of those people who has the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

　Now, he has become the Imperial Ambassador, and it is normal for him to rise in the Imperial Army...

　...No, not normal.

　Xingmo stood up and smiled at Tolum:

　"Long time no see, Mr. Tolum."

　Tolum was a little surprised to see Xingmo. He thought for a while and finally matched Xingmo's face with the Saint Shikoti Amra in the newspaper.

　That’s right... If she was really just a doctor, how could she have the ability to cause such a big fuss in the Treasury?

　Thinking of this, Tolum scratched his head with a wry smile and said immediately:

　"Should I call you Miss Jadeti now... or Saint Poetry Koti Amura?"

　"It's up to you," Xingmo smiled faintly, "It depends on the occasion."

　So he has more than one identity, right?

　Tolum chuckled and shook his head, taking a seat at the conference table.

　To be honest, he was already prepared for a bloody battle: since the Empire had previously been at war with the Citadel, if they wanted to join this alliance, they would definitely be looked down upon, especially since they were the losers of that war.

　Unexpectedly, he met an acquaintance here.