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

　Xing Mo was just about to ask what the ball was when she saw it turn over - it was a deep red eye.

　When looking into her eyes, Xingmo felt some golden symbols flash before his eyes and whispers floated in his ears.

　"Eh!? Why are his eyes rolled out?" Freya was shocked. "I... I've never seen this before..."

　"It's okay." Xingmo reached out to comfort Freya.

　She reached out her hand towards the Book of Hell, getting closer and closer to the eye.

　"Om-"

　Suddenly, his eyes twitched violently, and the pages of the book flipped rapidly, finally stopping at a mottled page with traces of sea water soaking.

　On the yellowed parchment, messy lines outlined a totem: a giant with the head of an aquatic mollusk rose from the sea and headed towards the city on the other side of the sea.

　The pale angel was going ashore? Xing Mo was startled and quickly looked closely at the totem representing the city.

　Then, among the totems of the city, she saw a sun with painted eyes.

　Is that... New Galo?

　The Pale Angel will go to Singara?

　Looking at the array of imperial soldiers outlined with simple lines on the totem, Xingmo frowned slightly.

　Why did the angel go to Singara? Was there anything in that city worth visiting?

　The Golden King had not appeared in public for a long time. Ever since the battle in the Citadel, he had been severely injured and had been locking himself in the half-crashed Sky Garden.

　Could it be that... the Pale Angel wants the feather in the Golden King's hand? The feather from the Golden Sun?

　No... that feather would be a great temptation for a demigod, as it could be used to ascend to an angel. But for a holy angel, that feather would have no appeal at all.

　So why did the Pale Angel go to Singara...?

　Xing Mo continued to look under the parchment, only to find that it was blank.

　broken?

　Just when she was confused, a crimson light flashed slightly, and messy lines outlined some chaotic geometric shapes. Although they were put together in a mess, they revealed a kind of geometric beauty.

　What is this again?

　Just when Xing Mo was feeling a little confused, Yuwen, who had been watching carefully, suddenly spoke:

　"This... this thing seems to be the iceberg outside your school city."

　iceberg?

　Xing Mo looked carefully again, and after comparing the outlines, he suddenly felt enlightened.

　That’s right, this totem represents the iceberg outside the academy.

　The iceberg that rose because of the Skeleton Gate.

　These icebergs appear all over the world. They are Moon Dust's preparation to open the Gate of Skeletons and absorb spiritual energy from a large area.

　Continuing to look downward, strange totems appeared next to the runes on the iceberg.

　Those totems seemed to be some kind of humanoid creatures, but their faces were covered with totems represented by lines, and they had long, thin ears on both sides of their heads...

　"Elf." Xing Mo said affirmatively.

　"And it's a Dark Elf," Yuwen nodded. "Light Elves don't have those cheek runes. They're a characteristic of high-level Dark Elves."

　"Why would the dark elves appear next to the iceberg?" Xing Mo thought thoughtfully.

　As she was thinking, countless complex totems began to appear on the parchment again.

　With previous experience, this time, Xingmo quickly saw through the messy lines the events it described -

　——The disaster of gold.

　Continuing down, there is a magnificent castle. The king wearing a crown stands on the terrace, facing the golden stars in the sky.

　From the king's body, strings extended downwards, pulling countless dark elves like puppets.

　And around those dark elves, another iceberg totem emerged, and this time, they entered the interior of the iceberg.

　Then, messy lines grew out from the iceberg, extending all the way upwards to connect with the king...

　...king?

　Golden Disaster...The King...Is that the Dark Elf King?

　Did the Elf King from a thousand years ago send out the Dark Elves to find the iceberg? And then send something from that iceberg back to the Dark Elf King?

　Wait a minute... where did the iceberg come from thousands of years ago?

　Could it be...

　Xingmo's eyes opened slightly, and she recalled the dark elf of unknown origin during the day.

　Miss Angela has come to claim the body and was told that the guy did not belong to the Kingdom of Messina.

　And that guy happened to be wearing armor that didn't belong to this era, and he had the power to manipulate time...

　Time...Dark Elf King...

　A terrible idea emerged from Xingmo's mind -

　——That dark elf in armor...was he sent by the Dark Elf King?

　He...traveled along the river of time and came to this era, looking for the iceberg?

　Yes, if he is looking for ice

　If he was from the mountain, then it made sense for him to appear in the Citadel—he killed people in order to replenish the extraordinary essence in his body.

　""

　Xingmo roughly told Freya and Yuwen her interpretation of these totems, and to her surprise, the two light elves did not seem surprised.

　"Time travel... is indeed possible..." Yuwen agreed, "This is indeed the most likely scenario..."

　"The old woman also said that the Dark Elf King's plan is about to begin. So this is what she meant..." Freya seemed to be thinking about something.

　"Is it really possible to travel through time?" Xing Mo was a little unsure. "I've only heard that if you pause time, you can travel through time and space..."

　"That's possible," Freya said, rather surprised. "The Dark Elf King is a monarch with a terrifying obsession with time. Both the Light Elves and the Dark Elves know this."

　"That king was once a wise ruler, but he gradually became a mad king in his later years," Yuwen nodded slightly. "Rumor has it that his madness stems from his obsession with time. Before the Golden Disaster, a court member who escaped from the Kingdom of Messina told us about the mad king's horrific plans..."

　"He once planned a thirteen-string superstring magic, called..."

　"...the misfortune of time."

　"Boom!"

　On a rainy night, thunder flashed outside the window.

　Alia woke up from her dream, took a deep breath, and gently strangled her throat.

　She dreamed of the dead dark elf again, and his last words lingered in her ears, stirring her heartstrings:

　"Time is up..."

　""

　Alia glanced at Bianca beside the bed. She fell asleep in the chair, apparently because she was too sleepy.

　Seeing this, Alya quietly got up, picked up Bianca from the chair, put her on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

　After doing this, she walked to the window and looked out at the night view.

　Amidst the heavy rain, a damp air came from her chest, making her feel a little breathless.

　After staring at the rainstorm for a long time, Alia turned around and prepared to go back to bed to continue sleeping.

　However, at this moment, her fingers trembled slightly, as if something was climbing up her fingertips.

　Looking down, she saw broken glass fragments coming from nowhere and lingering on her wrist.

　"Come with me..." A whisper reached Alia's ears.

　She looked up suddenly and saw a vague figure standing at the door, with a flash of blue in his eyes.

　"In the elves' worldview, time is not a straight line, but a curve, or even a broken line."

　“This line can be manipulated, overlapped, and connected to another line. There are countless possibilities.”

　"But even so, there is only one true timeline—that is the main line of this world, which is the timeline we are in."

　“No matter how this line is modified or interfered with, it will eventually move in the same direction, which is the direction of destiny.”

　"But the Dark Elf King doesn't think so."

　"He believes that timelines can be destroyed, outcomes can be reversed, what has happened can be overturned, and the future can be rewritten."

　"Unlike those spells that fold and bend time, the Dark Elf King pursues a string magic that completely erases the timeline and restarts from a certain point."

　"Out of this desire, Shizhishun was born."

　As Juve whispered, Xingmo's mind sketched out one line after another that folded and bent continuously.

　"Erase the timeline... and start over..." she muttered softly.

　"There's speculation that the Dark Elf King attempted to create the Time Distortion in order to avoid the inevitable doomsday. He believed that fate couldn't be rewritten, so he could only sever the timeline associated with fate, and then redevelop a new timeline unaffected by fate from the severance."

　"However, this is ultimately only a theory," Yuwen shook his head slightly. "If he had truly succeeded in unleashing the Temporal Misfortune, he wouldn't have perished in the Golden Disaster, and the Dark Elves' dynasty would still exist."

　"No...not necessarily so..." Xingmo whispered.

　She recalled the totem in the Book of Hell: the dark elves from the past pulled the thread into the past, connecting it to the iceberg that rose because of the Skeleton Gate.

　"What if... those dark elves came to this era to steal the spiritual power that the iceberg had captured for the Skeleton Gate and then transport it back to the past?"

　"If that's the case, will it be..."

　"...The reason for the Dark Elf King's fall is that the Time Disaster needs to be activated from the future?"

Chapter 473 Umbilical Cord (Part 7) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　In the elves' worldview, the Crimson Doom is inevitable.

　For them, it was an inevitable outcome, a day of destiny, a disaster that had to come.

　For most elves, their attitude is to let nature take its course. Since the end of the world is bound to come, they will enjoy life before the end of the world, fully feel the nature, and live in harmony with the world.

　However, it now seems that the Dark Elf King has proposed another possibility.

　Facing the doomsday, his solution is to

　The timeline is directly destroyed.

　As long as the timeline is destroyed, the world controlled by fate will disappear, and a brand new world will emerge.

　He wants to use the misfortune of time to cut off the timeline of the Golden Disaster and the timeline after it, so as to reverse his own fall and avoid the arrival of the end of the world.

　However, the price of doing so is...

　"Everyone will die," Xingmo said softly. "The timeline is destroyed, all possibilities will end, and everything that has happened will disappear. Whether it's gods or all living beings, they will all turn to ashes under the shattering of the timeline."

　"This..." Freya looked a little scared. "How is this different from the end of the world for us?"

　There is no difference, even more terrifying.

　"Besides, even if he succeeds, the Crimson Doomsday may not end." Yuwen shook his head. "The wise have said that the Crimson Doomsday has already begun. Simply cutting the timeline may not prevent the arrival of the doomsday."

　"Not necessarily. He can't do it." Xing Mo shook his head.

　The Star Sea Goddess's plan began at the end of the Age of Gods. Although we don't know what her ultimate goal is, judging from the Thirteen-String Ritual Magic of the Quiet Star Sea, she is at least working against the Red Moon.

　The direct destruction of a timeline has never happened in history, so no one knows what will happen.

　Perhaps this destruction will directly affect the layout of the Star Sea Goddess.

　Therefore, the Golden Disaster became the only divine event after the Age of Gods in which the goddess herself took part.

　The goddess obviously regarded Shi Zhichuan as a real threat, which is why she sent down divine punishment to strangle it in the cradle.

　However, perhaps even the goddess did not expect that the Dark Elf King had already calculated this step. He sent his descendants to the future to absorb spiritual power from the event of the rising of the Skeleton Gate in the future, and then return to that era.

　In this way, the Chronicles only truly began to unfold after the Corpse Gate incident.

　A superstring magic that fools time.

　"We can't let this happen," Xingmo shook his head. "If he really succeeds, we will all die."