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

　He is here to kill Xingmo!

　"Zizzizi..."

　During the pause, the dark elf completed charging the light claws and raised them to stab Xingmo.

　From an outside perspective, Xingmo's chest would be pierced instantly, his throat and head would be torn apart by some strange force, and he would die on the spot.

　No one in the room could observe this process. At most, they saw a faint blue shadow flash by.

　A perfect opportunity to commit a crime, however...

　...The dark elf saw that Xingmo's eyes moved slightly during the pause.

　It fell on him.

　"!"

　"No active consciousness can exist within the rifts of time," disembodied voices echoed from all directions. "This is a truth."

　In an instant, the suspended time and space quickly twisted, and electric sparks burst out from the dark elf's armor, and then fell into the real world.

　He looked up suddenly and saw Xing Mo holding an ice-blue string in one hand and pulling out a silver revolver with the other, pointing it at his head.

　"Nice timing trick," Xingmo said lightly, "but everything is precise and just right."

　Then, before anyone in the room could react, Xing Mo pulled the trigger—

　"Bam—"

　"clang--"

　The dark elf swung his claws violently, deflecting the ice-blue bullet, but felt a sharp pain in his waist the next second.

　The bullet that was deflected by him flew ninety degrees in the air, then bounced after hitting a corner of the furniture, and then hit his abdomen accurately.

　The bullets fired by Crescent Moon hit the enemy at the level of truth.

　The dark elf's body tilted, and the light claws on his arms brushed against a corner of the room, and a faint blue flame spread instantly.

　Ophelia was the first to react. She immediately drew out her wand and played the chord of starlight.

　"Om-"

　The starlight barrier restrained the flames, preventing them from spreading, and the dark elf took this opportunity to turn around and try to escape.

　Just as Xing Mo was about to chase after him, she saw the door suddenly open and a petite figure in a gray robe stood at the door.

　It's Alia.

　The moment the dark elf's eyes met Alia's, his movements clearly stopped.

　This moment of hesitation announced his end—

　"bass--"

　Arya's black knife pierced through his wound and stabbed into his abdomen.

　Dark strings appeared from all directions and quickly bound his body.

　Looking at Alia, whose face was covered with dark lines and whose eyes were flashing with blue, the dark elf made a strange sound.

　"...Time is up..."

　He uttered the last words hoarsely, then his neck tilted, his visor opened, and a trickle of black blood spurted out.

　——He is dead, killed by the poison he used to commit suicide.

　""

　Alia stared blankly at the face in front of her. It was obviously a dark elf, with black runes flowing on his face, and he looked very similar to her.

　A sense of disharmony and uneasiness welled up in her heart. She looked down and saw that her fingertips were emitting some faint glass fragments.

　"...Wh...time?"

　Alia raised her head, and countless strange scenes emerged in her mind, one after another.

　"Aliya? What's wrong with you?"

　“Ah…Ah!!”

　Alia suddenly squatted down, holding her head, and various black lines appeared on her body.

　Something was assaulting her brain! Something was tearing her apart! Something was...

　The next second, darkness flashed, and Alia fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

　""

　Looking at the sleeping Arya and the dead dark elf, Xingmo retracted his wand and his expression suddenly became complicated.

　Just now, when the dark elf saw Arya, he seemed to say "It's time".

　Dark Elf...Aliya is also a Dark Elf...

　"Section Chief! What happened?"

　Angelica obviously heard the noise above, and ran up in two or three steps, looking at Xingmo worriedly.

　"It's okay," Xing Mo waved her hand gently, "Take Alia to rest, and then arrange for someone to bring this dark elf back to the Third Section of the White Tower and hand her over to Section Chief Miriam."

　One thing after another, an ominous premonition emerged in Xingmo's heart.

　"Huh, looks like my vacation is going to be ruined..." she muttered softly.

　) Umbilical Cord (Part 4) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Bianca sat worriedly in the waiting room, tears streaming down her face.

　As soon as Alia fell into a coma, she received the news immediately. She didn't even take off her apron while cooking at home, but took a carriage directly to the White Tower area.

　Beside her, Miriam patted her shoulder gently and comforted her:

　"It's okay, it's okay, little Alia just fainted, she's not hurt..."

　"Wow..." The little light elf still couldn't help crying.

　"What a loving couple..." Miriam muttered, looking at the door of the emergency room.

　About five minutes later, the door finally opened and Aurora, dressed in a white coat, walked out and came to Bianca and Miriam in a formal manner.

　"Who are the family members?" Her tone was serious.

　"I...I am!" Bianca raised her hand weakly. "Doctor, she..."

　"Ugh..."

　Aurora sighed formally and shook her head slightly, pretending to be in a difficult situation.

　Seeing her like this, Bianca's face turned purple. She stood up quickly and shouted:

　"Doctor! Please save her! Please..."

　"Surgery is no longer possible..." Aurora shook her head.

　"How...how could..."

　Bianca took two steps back and slumped down in her chair, her expression a little dazed.

　Miriam patted her shoulder, glanced at Aurora reproachfully, and said:

　"Stop teasing me!"

　"Oh, I'm right. Surgery can't be performed because there's no serious illness at all," Aurora stuck out her tongue. "Don't worry, little girl. Alia is fine. It's probably because the god she believes in is so great, she's not injured at all!"

　"Ah... is... is that so?"

　"Yes, the patient's condition is stable, and we're carrying out further treatment," Aurora said, tugging at the edge of her gloves. "Don't worry, her life is not in danger."

　Hearing this, Bianca sighed with relief and slid down into the chair.

　"Idiot..." she whispered.

　"Hmph..."

　Aurora winked at Miriam and made a "take good care of her" gesture, but she didn't know if Miriam understood it or not.

　Then she walked back to the "operating room" carelessly.

　Arya was lying on a bed, her eyes closed and her brow slightly furrowed. A thin stream of water was flowing out of her nostrils, and Xingmo was beside her, controlling the stream of water to dissipate in the air.

　"The purification is complete. There is indeed some low-dose contamination," Xingmo shook her wand, "but the greater part is actually the extraordinary essence in her body running wild."

　"Why did it suddenly go berserk? Did that dark elf release something?"

　"No, the only thing I can do next is check the memory level."

　Xingmo waved her hand, signaling Aurora to take action.

　"Then let's go and take a look inside this little guy's dream."

　Aurora reached out and grabbed Alia's wrist. Emerald green light flowed out of her pupils and quickly spread to Alia's body.

　Xing Mo raised one hand, and saw the mark of the Tree of Life on the back of her hand light up, quickly turning her eyes into darkness.

　In the darkness, countless memories flowed around her, broken and fragmented, accompanied by whispers.

　At the end of the darkness, a faint blue flickered, like a flickering candle.

　Xingmo and Aurora exchanged a glance, then simultaneously reached out their hands and grabbed the candle—

　"call----"

　In an instant, the wind howled and the ancient city appeared before our eyes.

　There is no sun in this city, and the only light in the sky is a golden star, a shining, dazzling golden star.

　On the street, the dark elves looked up, horrified as the stars in the sky grew brighter and brighter, expanding until they finally turned into a blinding flash of light.

　"Ding----"

　"!"

　Xingmo suddenly opened his eyes, staggered back two steps, and was immediately pulled back by Aurora.

　The environment shattered, Xingmo raised her head and saw Aurora's eyes full of concern.

　"What impact?"

　"The golden stars and moon are resonating..." Xing Mo murmured softly, "Was that... the golden disaster?"

　The Golden Disaster, a catastrophe that happened a thousand years ago, the day the Dark Elf King fell.

　In history, that was the only time that the Star Sea Goddess personally brought down divine punishment and destroyed the Dark Elf King who attempted to be promoted to an angel.

　That divine punishment destroyed the old capital of Messina. To this day, the city is immersed in shadows and ominous whispers, and has been designated a dead zone by the Messina officials.

　Suddenly, Xingmo recalled her experience in the ancient city of Laslan and the scene woven by golden symbols in that empty umbilical cord space.

　The Golden Disaster...The Dark Elf King...The Fall of the Old Capital...

　A dark elf of unknown origin...with the power to manipulate time...

　Does any of this matter?

　"Is that the Golden Disaster..." Aurora frowned. "Hmm... I think so too. That blow was at least eleven strings strong. The entire spiritual world was annihilated. Ordinary angels can't do that."

　"Why did Alia dream about the golden disaster?" Xing Mo pursed her lips slightly. "Yes

　The illusion brought to her by that mysterious dark elf?"

　"Let's ask her after she wakes up. Now we need to let her get some good sleep."

　Aurora said as she snapped her fingers, removing all the impurities from Alya's dream.

　The little guy's face soon relaxed and became as calm as a sleeping child.

　Xingmo waved her hand and called two people over, asked them to push Alia's bed out, and told them to take good care of her.

　Then, they both turned around and drew aside the curtain at the end of the room.

　A dark elf wearing strange armor was lying on a bed. He was already dead, the dark blue in his eyes had dissipated, leaving only nothingness.

　"I've already written a letter to the Kingdom of Messina, and someone should be coming to identify the body soon," Xingmo said, putting on gloves. "But before that, we need to carefully examine it to see if there's any curse on it."

　The appearance of a dark elf who has reached at least demigod status in the academy city cannot be unrelated to the Kingdom of Messina.

　As far as Xing Mo knew, Messina's official high-powered unit was called the Messengers, and all of its members were high-level dark elves, such as Miss Angela, whom she had met.