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

　She waved her hand, and the descendants of time immediately came forward, apparently wanting to snatch people away.

　"Open the passage," the leader whispered. "The power of truth has been condensed to the extreme, enough to shatter a corner of the timeline and send power into the past."

　"You guys protect Alia," Xingmo said, "I'll take care of them."

　As soon as he finished speaking, Xing Mo saw the four descendants of time suddenly emitting colored glaze.

　She almost simultaneously grasped the string of truth and ordered:

　"Time will always flow normally here. This is a truth."

　As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the bodies of those descendants tremble - they failed to enter the Time Rift!

　Lucius's movements were almost synchronized with Xingmo's. He pinched the pitch-black heart of the gear, and the black mist quickly wrapped around his body, turning it into a steam man entangled with pipes.

　He flew out, dragging the black mist with him, and punched one of his descendants directly through the chest, pulling out his heart.

　Freya and Yuwen acted almost simultaneously. Yuwen used a ritual blade to carve complex runes in the air, while Freya opened the Book of Hell and chanted in a light voice:

　"Only the holy and faithful One holds the key. Whatever He opens, no one can shut; and whatever He shuts, no one can open."

　A crimson light poured out from the book, quickly forming interlocking chains that trapped the two heirs in place.

　One of the heirs immediately unleashed his hard blade, his armor emitting a crimson glow, breaking free from the chains. The other general was not so lucky; the crimson chains shattered his armor's rhythm before he could unleash its power, then embedded themselves deeply into his flesh.

　"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

　Amidst the screams of his companions, another descendant raised his steel blade and slashed at Freya. At this moment, Yuwen chanted loudly:

　"My eyes will never spare you, nor will I show you mercy. I will repay you for your evil deeds, and you will receive the reward for your evil deeds, and you will know that it is I who punishes you."

　The light imprinted in the air instantly converged on the ritual dagger. Facing the rushing offspring, Yuwen swung the dagger fiercely—

　"boom"

　The extremely condensed light instantly tore through the steel blade made of the mystical alloy, causing the heir's pupils to tremble slightly.

　"Light elves chanting magic?!" His tone was filled with anger, "Traitor!"

　Before he could take any further action, Freya chanted again:

　"This is the word of God: I will strike you in wrath and with a strong hand and arm."

　A green light flashed out and turned into a hand, instantly piercing through Zisi's chest, ending his life cleanly and neatly.

　On the other side, Xingmo faced his offspring who was rushing towards him and raised his wand:

　"Lachesis Nocturne."

　"Boom————"

　Golden lightning pierced through Zisi's chest. When he died, Xingmo raised his head and looked for the leader.

　She found that the leader had returned to the altar and was watching from afar.

　Raising his wand, Xingmo was ready to use Nocturne to deliver a fatal blow and end the riot.

　But before she could wave her wand, the leader's visor suddenly opened:

　"Come on, Miss Saint, put an end to my fate."

　Seeing the leader's face, Xingmo's hand that was holding up the wand suddenly froze.

　Because, behind the leader's visor, is the face of Arya!

　Exactly the same as Alia next to her!

Chapter 480: The Tip of the Iceberg (Part 5) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Another Alia.

　Looking at the leader's face, Xingmo and Alia froze.

　As if he had long realized that the two would be stunned by this, the leader waved his hand, and two descendants who had been ambushed for a long time suddenly appeared from behind them, steel blades unfurled -

　"call----"

　Feeling the strong wind coming, Xingmo snapped her fingers without turning her head. An iceberg instantly rose under her and Alia's feet, and the blades of her two descendants cut into the ice.

　With another snap of his fingers, the ice quickly spread along the blade, turning the two descendants into ice sculptures before they could react.

　Lucius tore the chest of another offspring, turned around, saw the situation on Xingmo's side, and immediately leaped to the side of the two offspring, and beat them into pieces with two punches.

　"boom!"

　As the raid began, all the heirs who were lying in ambush suddenly appeared. Freya and Yuwen immediately began to chant and use light elf magic to deal with them.

　And on the iceberg, Alia's pupils were trembling wildly.

　She looked at the face on the altar not far away that looked exactly like her own, her mouth slightly opened, but she could not say anything.

　"Surprised?" The other "Arya" was looking at Arya with a smile. "Oh, innocent little princess, you look frightened. Do you need me to comfort you?"

　"You...who are you!" Arya shouted.

　"I am you, Fu El, the Child of Time, and also..."

　Fu El stretched out her hand and pinched the air, and the broken runes pieced together to form a crown above her head.

　"Daughter of the Dark Elf King Eris El, Princess of the Kingdom of Messina."

　"You've completely forgotten, haven't you?" She laughed, looking at Arya's face, which had suddenly turned pale. "Oh, you are just a slice of me, cut off by the sharp knife of time, falling into this era lost in steam, becoming our pioneer."

　"But I didn't expect that you would fall in love with this time.

　The generation is like an obedient dog given a bone, sleeping in its own happy dream, touched by a little kindness..."

　"I'm disappointed. Of course, being disappointed in you means being disappointed in myself," Fou-El shook her head. "But we can always find a way to make things right, right?"

　Alia could no longer hear what Fu El was saying. In a daze, she recalled the nightmares she had often had before.

　That was the nightmare after the Battle of the White Tower. In that dream, she dreamed of Miss Shelley, the high dark elf who died in the White Tower.

　She still remembered the words that kept lingering in her ears:

　"Why are you still sleeping?"

　In this moment of realization, Fu El raised her hand, and the broken blue gathered between her arms—

　"boom----"

　The blue light pierced Alia directly, straight towards her face!

　Xing Mo immediately snapped his fingers, and water waves spread in the space in front of Alia. When the blue light pierced the water waves, it was immediately swallowed up without leaving anything, like a stone falling into a lake.

　At the same time, Xingmo took a step forward, her figure following the ripples to arrive right in front of Fu El, and the Spine of Saint Auros condensed in her hand—

　"clang----"

　Fu El used the steel blade on her arm to block the attack. The surging heat wave invaded her body, causing her to spit out blood.

　"Wow, so cruel, Miss Saint," Fu El said viciously, "I'm Alia, you dare to attack me? This is really cruel."

　"You are not Alia," Xingmo said calmly, "I will not kill you. I will take you back to the Citadel, and then we can have a good talk."

　She deflected the blade, dragging a scorching sword light and slashing out several times -

　"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

　Fu El followed Xing Mo's attack in an orderly manner. Her fighting style was wild and fierce, but it was obviously unified into a fixed set of moves, and she was not just swinging her sword randomly.

　The sword flashed dozens of times in succession, and the aftermath tore arc-shaped lines on the ground of the temple, with hot embers flickering in them.

　During the battle, Fu El and Xing Mo fought back and forth, and neither of them had a clear advantage!

　"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

　There were three more sword strikes. After they were over, Xing Mo took a half step back, stretched out his hand, pinched it, and scattered it——

　"Wow!"

　The boiling water was poured out, turning into scorching rain in the air, and suddenly flew towards Fu El.

　Fu El wanted to dodge, but the scorching rain had already created ripples in the air, and those ripples bound her in place, making her unable to move.

　Seven-string magic, scorching rain, and resonance magic of the fire string and water string fields.

　"Zizzi-"

　The raindrops fell on Fu El's armor, and the extremely high temperature instantly burned cracks in her armor, causing her to groan in pain.

　This pain was not limited to the body, but fell from her body like rain, all the way down to her soul.

　In the blink of an eye, Fu El's soul was trapped in the ripples.

　And in the ripples of the rain, Xingmo suddenly appeared, aiming at Fu El's waist and stabbing with a sword -

　"bass--"

　The sword blade pierced Fu El's waist without any suspense, causing her to stiffen slightly.

　She half-knelt on the ground, spitting blood from her mouth.

　"Behave yourself," Xing Mo said calmly, "as long as I move my hand, your upper body and lower body will be separated."

　"Ahem...Haha, Starlight Evil, you really do have some strength. Therefore, your era is destined to fall towards the Crimson Doom..."

　Fu El coughed up blood, but the smile on her face did not diminish at all.

　Her eyes fell on Alia in the distance - the little girl did not come closer. Obviously, these people already knew that they could use her to open the Time Disorder.

　"But, Miss Saint," Fu El's voice became much lower, "Have you forgotten..."

　"Am I the one who can open the world of time, Fu El?"

　As soon as he finished speaking, Xingmo felt a terrifying spiritual pressure coming from above his head.

　When she raised her head, her pupils suddenly widened - the spiritual power gathered in the icebergs suddenly rushed down like a tidal wave, like a raging waterfall!

　"I need her back, not because she's the most important thing. I'm just waiting for an answer." Fu El's voice suddenly calmed down. "The misfortune of time is destined to begin. Your history has long proven this. Even you can't stop it."

　Amidst the surging waves of spiritual power, Xing Mo drew his sword without hesitation and retreated.

　But before she could take a few steps back, her wrist was firmly grasped.

　—Fou El grabbed her wrist.

　Her speed was almost imperceptible, so fast that it seemed as if time had stopped...

　...No, time is frozen! Her armor is surging with blue!

　When the ceremony started, the disorder of the spiritual force field destroyed the string of truth!

　Those surging spiritual powers will directly act on this timeline and create a hole in it.

　As for Xingmo, she will be lost in the torrent of time - she doesn't have a time traveler.

　"Buzzing—"

　In a hurry, Xingmo suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped fate.

　"The torrent of time cannot wash me away," she said, looking directly into Fu El's eyes. "This is my destiny."

　Golden light burst out, and stars quickly outlined in her pupils.

　And almost

　At the same time, Xing Mo felt that he was thrown out by a huge force——

　"call--"

　Before the overwhelming white light fell on the altar, she saw Alia and Fu El in a stalemate.

　——It was Alia who paused time and threw Xingmo out of the altar at the critical moment.

　Did fate fulfill Xingmo's request in this way, or did Alia make her own choice?

　Xingmo didn't know.

　She could only watch as the white light engulfed both Arya and Fu-El, their bodies simultaneously bursting with a surge of blue - they were both the keys to open the tunnel.

　During the stalemate with Alia, a faint smile appeared on Fu El's face.

　"You really love them, don't you? But then you'll never see them again?"

　Facing Fu El's ridicule, Arya frowned tightly, looking like a fierce little wolf.

　"I am not you!" she cried. "I am not afraid of you!"