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

　However, since we're dealing with an enemy, there's nothing wrong with being a little brutal...

　...right?

　Thinking of this, Freya stepped forward and took out the book with a crimson cover.

　"The old woman said that if you meet a spirit who doesn't want to speak, show him this."

　Before she was ready to do anything further, Joe Ener's pupils shrank slightly and he suddenly began to struggle.

　"The Book of Hell? No... No! Wait! Don't let me see him... I don't want to..."

　Halfway through his speech, his eyes suddenly paused.

　Because the deep red eye on the Book of Hell opened.

　The eye looked straight at him, and he looked straight into the eye, and the blue and deep red met at that moment.

　Then, Joe Ener let out a scream:

　"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

　His body suddenly began to burn! Ice-blue flames burst out from his body, quickly burning him into ashes.

　When Xing Mo wanted to stop it, it was too late. He saw a flash of crimson, and Joe Ener instantly turned into ashes and countless fine black dust.

　A piece of pottery fell on the interrogation chair, and other than that, there was no trace of him.

　"He he he he he... he he's dead?"

　Freya was so frightened that she was speechless. Wasn't it agreed that the elves would speak in this book? Why did they kill a living elf?

　"I didn't kill him...I didn't kill him!" She looked at You Wen, then at Xing Mo, feeling a little bewildered. "It wasn't me..."

　"It's not your fault. It was the book that killed it." Xing Mo nodded slightly and immediately stretched out her hand. "Give me the book."

　Freya threw the Book of Hell to Xingmo as if she was getting rid of a disaster, and then took a few steps back.

　Xing Mo took the book, placed his hand on the eyeball on the cover, and injected some spiritual power into it.

　The pages of the book turned rapidly, continuously flipping under the pull of the crimson light, and then stopped at a brand new page.

　On that page, the totem outlined the appearance of a dark elf - that was Jon Enr.

　The totem representing him was emitting a faint blue light. Xing Mo carefully stretched out his hand and placed his finger on the totem.

　An illusory picture suddenly pieced together in her mind. She saw two dark elves in armor kneeling on one knee, listening to the words of a black shadow.

　"...Find Fu El, you must bring her back..."

　"...She is the key to the tunnel to the past... the first step in the misfortune of time..."

　"call----"

　The picture suddenly shattered, Xingmo closed the Book of Hell and took a deep breath.

　That's right...her guess was correct, those dark elves were coming for Arya.

　However, her name was not Arya, but Fu El.

　She is the key to open the tunnel to the past... Does this mean that these children of time are stuck in this era and cannot go back to the past?

　They need to find Alia to go back to the past?

　What is Alia's identity and what makes her so important?

　Xingmo returned the Book of Hell to Freya, then walked to the interrogation chair and picked up the piece of pottery that Joe Ener dropped.

　The surface of the pottery fragment is very smooth, and there is a line of numbers engraved on it:

　1454.12.21

　This is a moment in time. What happened at this moment in time? And why was it engraved on this piece of pottery?

　Xingmo raised her head and compared her color with Mentor Lucius.

　Both of them were keenly aware of the coming storm - this was a storm from the past, and the Academy was unknowingly in the eye of the storm.

　"Since they want Arya, we'll bring Arya to them."

　Xingmo whispered, turning and walking towards the door of the interrogation room.

　Instead of waiting for the enemy to keep coming to snatch players, it is better to take the initiative and regain the home advantage.

　Xingmo is not afraid of storms, she can also be the storm.

　...END...

Chapter 476 Tip of the Iceberg-4k-

　Amidst the shadows, Alia looked painful.

　"Time is up..."

　In the afterglow of the setting sun, the golden sunset is hazy, and a figure stands on the edge of the terrace.

　"goodbye..."

　She felt herself falling, she felt herself being torn apart, she felt her brain splitting, countless fragments forming countless hers, and countless hers shouted countless wails from their mouths.

　"what--"

　Alia sat up suddenly and found herself sitting on a hospital bed.

　"you're awake?"

　She turned her head suddenly and saw Xingmo sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with her wand.

　Recalling what happened last night, Alia's expression became a little panicked, and she quickly got up and said:

　"Miss Saint! I didn't mean to... I didn't..."

　"Don't panic, I don't mean to blame you."

　Seeing Alia's eyes suddenly filled with tears, Xingmo quickly reached out and pushed her back onto the bed.

　She had anticipated this situation: Arya was a very insecure elf, and her past experiences had left her with too many traumas, making her almost paranoid in her pursuit of dependence and security.

　Once this balance is destroyed, it would be a small matter for ordinary people, but it would be a catastrophe for her.

　"We've captured the dark elf," Xingmo poured a cup of tea and handed it to Alia. "I need you to tell me all the details of last night, okay?"

　Ailia took the tea handed to her by Xingmo, took a sip without hesitation, and then put the cup aside.

　She thought for a moment, then whispered:

　"Last night... I don't know what happened. I just remember someone talking, and then he came to my door and looked at me..."

　"Then, I passed out and dreamed that I was... on a battlefield?"

　"I used arm blades to fight, and the ones I fought were... humans? I don't even know them, and I've never used arm blades... No, those arm blades are on armor! The dark elf armor... the Shuttler!"

　"You did cause a scene last night while wearing the shuttle, but it's been resolved," Xingmo tried to comfort Alia again. "Are there any other details?"

　"Yes...! I was feeling... very tired... very sad... and... it felt like someone was talking to me..."

　Alia held her head, squeezing the unreal feelings from her mind.

　She remembered the scorching heat of the setting sun as it fell on her armor, the roars from behind her, and the...

　"Miss Saint..." Alia's voice suddenly became softer, "I...Is it possible that I...Is actually one of them..."

　She recalled Miss Angela's test of her. Did the high-level dark elf also think that she was one of those bad dark elves, so he came all the way to test her?

　The more she thought about this, the more panicked Alia became.

　Those dark elves in armor... those children of time, they're clearly bad guys...

　I... I'm a bad guy too? Otherwise, why do I have those memories... Why do I remember wearing armor...

　Seeing Alia's entangled look, Xingmo quickly took out his wand and put it against her forehead.

　"Purification."

　Faint water waves spread out, and Xingmo used the purifying power of the water string's natural authority to stabilize Alia's mind.

　Alia closed her eyes. The little gray ball looked so tired that one couldn't help but feel a little pity for her.

　Such a child is, however, one of the Children of Time, and seems to be connected to the core of their plan.

　No matter how you think about it, it makes people feel a little bit unbearable.

　But Xingmo still decided to tell Alia the conclusion he came to last night. For Alia, she has the right to know the possible fate of her life experience, and she has the right to decide for herself how to face everything next.

　She is not a child anymore.

　So, Xingmo took a deep breath and told Alia all his inferences.

　For example, her real name is Fu El.

　For example, those children of time were coming for her.

　For example, she is an important figure in opening the Time Disaster, and those descendants of Time will definitely take her away.

　After listening to Xingmo's explanation, Alia's face turned paler and paler, until it was almost bloodless.

　She swallowed, lowered her head, and her body trembled slightly.

　After a while, she raised her head and looked at Xingmo firmly:

　"Miss Saint, I... I am not a bad person, but I am willing to accept any punishment from you..."

　There were tears in her eyes when she said this. As a member of the Department of Extraordinary Affairs, she naturally knew what the fate of people like her would be.

　Being imprisoned in a prison under the White Tower and under strict guard for life is already a relatively good ending.

　If those Children of Time were coming for her, regardless of whether Xing Mo's inference was correct, she was an extremely dangerous person and must not be allowed to be captured by those dark elves.

　So, when Arya said this, she was already very determined.

　Looking at the pitiful appearance of the elf, Xingmo's mouth corners curled up slightly.

　She moved and sat at the head of Alia's bed, gently put her arms around the little one's shoulders and pulled her head into her arms.

　"Well..."

　"Why would I punish you?" Xing Mo whispered, "You are our partner. Do you think I will lose my trust in you just because of this?"

　"I...I didn't mean that, but..."

　"I know that as long as you're in the Citadel, those dark elves will come looking for you day after day, year after year," Xingmo rubbed Alia's head. "So, your judgment is that you should get rid of yourself or lock yourself up in prison with the highest security standards, right?"

　"What else can we do..." Alia whispered.

　"It's simple. Let's go find them together, lure them out, and then catch them all in one fell swoop.

　. "

　Xingmo chuckled and rubbed Alia's head. Seeing the little girl's eyes becoming brighter and brighter, she couldn't help but sigh slightly.

　"But what if going to them... only encourages them to take action?" Alia was a little uncertain.

　Xing Mo shook his head and said:

　"That's better than letting them repeatedly infiltrate the Citadel. These Children of Time are completely unfamiliar enemies. We don't know how many methods they have. They will definitely cause a lot of harm to the residents of the Citadel in the process."

　"Since this is a battle we have to fight, why don't we take the initiative and move the battlefield outside the Citadel to catch them off guard."

　"After all, even the White Tower would find it difficult to detect an enemy capable of manipulating time. Repeatedly allowing them in would only cause harm to the residents of the Citadel."

　"And the point is, we have to figure out how they're influencing you. Otherwise, you'll gradually become an uncontrollable factor. I don't want to actually lock you up underground."

　After Xingmo finished speaking, Alia thought for a while before reluctantly nodding:

　"That's it, I understand..."

　She raised her head, looked at Xing Mo stubbornly, and whispered:

　"But, Miss Saint, if the situation gets out of control, don't hesitate to attack me."

　"It won't get to that point," Xingmo said, feeling a little sorry for Alia. "Don't worry."

　"No, I have a premonition..." Alia lowered her head, "I'm afraid that I...will no longer be myself..."

　Those strange memories, those strange experiences, that strange self.

　Aaliyah didn't know what kind of person she would become when all that came back.

　The only thing she was sure of was that she didn't want anyone to get hurt because of her.