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

　"Om——"

　The tentacles were instantly caught by the pitch-black strings and quickly corrupted. Before the darkness could spread, the tentacles suddenly broke off and exploded.

　"call--"

　Albus looked up and saw Arya standing in front of him, with black runes spreading on her cheeks.

　She said nothing, but just held the dagger in her hand, with broken glass flashing between her wrists.

　When she looked at that person, Alia felt her vision was a little dizzy, as if something was trying to penetrate her brain.

　She shook her head, took a sudden step forward, and her body moved forward quickly under the drag of the black shadow.

　Almost at the same time, the hour hand clicked and turned back, and pale blue light surrounded Alia.

　But Alia's body did not move backwards!

　The colored glass on her wrist quickly lingered around her body, her pupils burst into a pale blue light, and a layer of pale blue light emerged from her body.

　"Haha!"

　Subconsciously slashing with a knife, Alia's body flashed and she arrived in front of the flesh and blood clock in an instant.

　With a "swish", the black knife pierced into the eye in the center of the clock, and the black thread spread out instantly.

　Before the light in the eye completely disappeared, Arya heard a strange laugh.

　"Hee hee hee hee hee hee..."

　That laughter seemed to mean something

　, but she had no way of knowing.

　"Click."

　The flesh and blood collapsed and disintegrated into countless writhing maggots, most of which were dead when they fell to the ground.

　Alia stood in front of the corpse of the Flesh Clock, looking at her wrist with glittering glass, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

　White Tower.

　In Arya's room, with flickering light and shadow, two children of time fell to the ground.

　Their eyes were simultaneously focused on the small bulge on the bed - it was obvious that Aaliyah was sleeping.

　The two heirs looked at each other and reached for the quilt.

　"Wow--"

　The quilt was lifted, but the person lying inside was not Alia.

　Instead, it was a little dragon with white hair and ice-blue eyes.

　"Hmm?"

　Little Faye looked at the two Children of Time in front of him in confusion, with his head tilted slightly.

　"Are you bad people?" she asked timidly.

　"It's a trap."

　One of the descendants reacted immediately, and the first action he took was to reach out to Faye.

　——He wanted to take a hostage immediately.

　He reacts quickly and thinks quickly, but not comprehensively.

　For example, why is a baby ice dragon alone in this room?

　"Shhh-"

　An ice-blue light flashed, and Zisi lowered his head in surprise, only to find that blood was gushing from his throat.

　He looked up in astonishment, only to see that Little Faye's hands were covered in blood, and the little dragon was sticking out its tiny tongue and lightly tasting the blood.

　"thump."

　One of the descendants fell to the ground, clutching his throat and struggling in pain.

　Seeing this, another Child of Time immediately activated the Shuttler. The gravitational field spread inside the armor, but the time in front of him did not slow down.

　Little Faye raised one hand, and on the back of her hand was a pale blue crescent moon - the crescent moon was spreading an invisible gravitational force into the room.

　"Mom said she wanted to keep one," Little Faye looked at her offspring eagerly, "Can you tell stories? I want to hear stories."

　"call--"

　The offspring swung his fist violently, smashing it towards Fei. Just as his fist was about to make contact with Fei, a gravitational field exploded, instantly shattering his entire arm.

　"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

　He fell to the ground holding his severed arm, and as the blood flowed, his vision became increasingly darker.

　At this moment, a green light surged out from the air, pierced into his body, and made his eyes clear instantly.

　"Clang."

　The door was pushed open, and Vivian walked in leisurely, carrying two swords, one silver and one black, on her back.

　"Dark elves, aren't you ashamed of attacking a little girl?"

　"You...you are...an ice dragon...but you..."

　"Didn't your era have the String of Truth?" Vivian squatted down, staring at her offspring with a terrifying gaze. "Within the realm of truth, I keep time flowing, and time will not stop. I prevent you from touching her, and you can't touch her..."

　Vivian reached out and grabbed her offspring's neck, applying more force bit by bit.

　"Ah...ah...ah..."

　Then he suddenly crushed his spine—

　"Ahem!"

　Zisi's eyes rolled back and he was about to die.

　At this moment, green light surged out from the air again, bringing his life back.

　"Let's go. It's not convenient to talk here." Vivian smiled and looked at her son's terrified face. "Let's go to the prison... and talk slowly..."

　"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

　""

　"Mom, am I doing the right thing?" In a daze, Zisi heard Xiaolong say in a timid tone.

　"Well done, little Faye is very brave and has the integrity inherited from the Ice Dragon family!"

　With the destruction of the Sound Dragon Horn, the situation of the hostages stabilized and the chaos in the valley was resolved.

　The backup from the Extraordinary Department arrived at the scene quickly and began to assess the injuries of the residents who were held hostage. The more serious ones were immediately given first aid and taken to the Academy City.

　For example, Albus was pierced through the abdomen by the Flesh Clock.

　"You can go back with him. We can handle this. Your mission is accomplished."

　"Well, okay, take care of yourself too, Section Chief."

　After watching Angelica get on the carriage and leave with Albus, Xingmo turned to look at the mill beside her.

　In the mill that had half been blown off, Arya was squatting in the corner, staring at her wrist.

　Xing Mo secretly walked to Alia's side, stared at the little girl for a long time, and then whispered:

　"Alia, are you okay?"

　"Eh!?"

　Ailia was startled and looked at Xingmo like a frightened little rabbit before gradually calming down.

　"No...it's okay..."

　She lowered her head, rubbed her wrist gently, and said hesitantly:

　"I...I seem to have used the power of the Children of Time..."

　"That's not surprising," Xingmo shook his head. "If you were one of them, it would only be a matter of time before you awakened these powers."

　Hearing Xingmo say this, Alia's face suddenly turned pale.

　She pursed her lips, as if after a long struggle, before speaking:

　“But I don’t want to be a bad guy.”

　Looking at the frightened little girl, Xingmo seemed to understand her emotions for a moment.

　Because all the current signs are pointing to

　Lea is separated from everything she is familiar with.

　She had been wandering for so long, so she naturally knew how painful it was to be helpless. She had finally found a place that she felt was home and felt so much love, but now she was suddenly told a painful fact: she did not belong here.

　In fact, Xingmo had the exact same feeling.

　She grew up in the Citadel, regarded it as her home, and eventually became the bell keeper who protected the Citadel.

　But later, she suddenly learned that she was an extraordinary being fished out of the sea.

　She does not belong to this earth, she belongs to the stars, the stars that are obscured by haze and hide countless conspiracies.

　The thread of fate led her towards the stars, and she could not resist it no matter what.

　Just like Alia at this moment.

　Xingmo squatted down and gently rubbed Alia's head.

　"Don't be afraid, girl," she said in a gentle voice, "birth doesn't determine who you are, choices do."

　"But I don't know how to choose..." Alia held her head slightly.

　"Choose what you think is right and have a clear conscience."

　Xingmo patted Alia's shoulder, stood up, and focused his attention on the ruins.

　She spread her senses throughout the ruins, quickly searching to see if the Children of Time had left anything behind.

　Just now, she received a report from the Citadel: two heirs broke into the White Tower and blatantly walked into the trap designed by Vivian and Aurora, and have been captured.

　At this point, the actions of the Children of Time were completely thwarted.

　But Xing Mo always felt that something was not right. For a race that could travel through time, wouldn't the combat effectiveness of these descendants be a little too weak?

　She knew that the lineup she brought was very strong, but the opponent shouldn't be so vulnerable.

　These descendants... they must have a leader, a powerful leader who can take charge of the overall situation.

　This leader is most likely on the other side of the iceberg and did not take action personally.

　If Arya is so important, why doesn't the leader go out and capture her himself, but instead lets his men do the work?

　In terms of Xingmo's perception, the assessment of the combat effectiveness of the Children of Time was unsatisfactory.

　Yes, their fighting power is very strong, enough to make Xing Mo feel pressured. The power that wanders in the cracks of time makes them indispensable among the quasi-demigod-level combat forces, and they may become dangerous at any time.

　But their weaknesses are too obvious. For example, the weakness of the Shuttler, once it is broken, their strength will be at most that of an ordinary saint.

　The ability to wander through time rifts only allows them to launch one or two attacks before going on cooldown. Knowing the opponent is a Child of Time, this attack can be completely anticipated. Simply protect yourself with defensive measures and ensure you don't get hit during the time slowdown.

　The Dark Elf King cannot be a fool. Does he expect future enemies to become weaker and weaker?

　Doubts came one after another, like waves on a shallow beach, and Xingmo's mind was immersed in the waves.

　At this moment, she suddenly noticed some unusual movement in a corner of the mill.

　He raised his wand and waved it lightly, and a pile of debris scattered, revealing a suit of armor behind it.

　It was a shuttle.

　Obviously, this armor belonged to the heir who was responsible for blowing the Dragon Horn. In order to carry the horn, he hid the armor in the mill.

　Destroy it. Xingmo raised the magic wand and was about to play the strings when an idea suddenly came to his mind.

　She lowered her wand, turned to look at Alia, and said:

　"Aliya, do you think... you can control this armor?"

　When armor was mentioned, Alia's face changed and her head drooped slightly.

　The last time she donned the armor, things hadn't gone well.