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

　So, if possible, Xingmo wanted to thwart the dark elves' plans with her own hands and let Alia return home safely.

　"That time, a time rift opened beneath the town of Akashina, and I returned to the Age of Gods with the White Angel."

　Then, Perlis told Xingmo everything about her trip to the town of Akashina.

　After listening, Xing Mo nodded thoughtfully, and then said softly:

　"So, even the act of traveling into the past is itself part of the past, and part of history?"

　"That's right," Perlis took a sip of hot cocoa. "The White Angel wanted to go back in time to save her brother, but her only purpose in going back was to facilitate her brother's sacrifice. And because of her brother's sacrifice, after waking up in the God's Tomb, she will desperately try to find a way to go back in time."

　"It's a complete, indestructible chain of logic. No matter what you try to do when you go back in time, it will eventually lead to the events that bring you back in time."

　"Does this mean..." Xingmo murmured softly, "that the Dark Elf King's attempt to use the Misalignment of Time to avert the Golden Disaster and the Crimson Doom is doomed to fail?"

　"Based on my experience, it's indeed true," Perlis nodded slightly. "However, within the large-scale string magic of Time Mistake, there are also some different variables."

　"First, the process of time misalignment flows from the future to the past, and the power stored in those icebergs is the power of the realm of truth tempered by Yuechen using the Gate of Corpse. I wonder if this will cause damage to the chain of logic."

　"After all, the power of truth is a definition, and we don't know the extent of this definition. We also don't know how the dark elves who are good at using truth will treat this power."

　"The second is what you mentioned... slicing."

　"If your companion Arya is a fragment of Fu El, the princess of the Dark Elf Kingdom, then so far there seems to be no way to explain the principle of this fragmentation - how can one person exist as two individuals on the same timeline? Is this related to the structure of time? We know too little."

　"But no matter what, the Dark Elf King must have a set of knowledge about time that we are unaware of. For the sake of what's left, it's best to take the Time Mistake seriously."

　Having said this, Perlis yawned again and then rubbed the back of her neck.

　"Why don't I go with you guys?" she muttered.

　"Is this appropriate?" Xing Mo was a little surprised.

　Isn't it a bit of an overreaction to let Perlis come forward?

　"No, the power I can mobilize is very limited," Perlis shook her head. "The moon is watching closely, and your world has been in turmoil lately."

　The turmoil she spoke of evidently included the pale angel rising from beneath the sea.

　"But if we talk about finding time rifts, I'm definitely better than you.

　It has a clearer character.”

　"Sister, you'd better not run out," Aurora stuck out her tongue. "It's the same if you tell us. Going out will be risky, and you'll have to rely on me to protect you."

　"It's okay. It's time to go out for some more walks," Perlis muttered softly. "With your world developing in this direction, big things will happen soon. I guess I'll have to go out a few times then."

　Big deal? You mean the...final phase of Project Goddess?

　Recalling the recent events one after another: the night of the White Tower, the Gate of Corpses, the rise of the Pale Angel, and now the Misfortune of Time.

　It seemed as if all the secrets hidden since the Age of the Gods were beginning to surface.

　All of this seems to be drawn by the gaze of fate, heading towards the inevitable end, the crimson doomsday in elven culture, the great harmony spoken of by the Star Sea Church.

　Storm is coming.

　Xing Mo nodded slightly, and for a moment, the cafe fell into silence.

　After finishing her hot cocoa, Perlis wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and immediately said:

　"By the way, when you fought that Fu El, did she say anything that was particularly concerning?"

　"If it's something that makes people care more..." Xing Mo lowered her head, "Hmm..."

　Since the end of that battle, Xingmo has not seriously thought back to the conversation at that time.

　Looking back now, some of Fu El's words do make people pay attention...

　"The misfortune of time is destined to begin. Your history has long proven this. Even you cannot stop it."

　"Does our history verify the beginning of the Time Misfortune?" Xing Mo seemed to have discovered something. "What does this mean?"

　"What are the characteristics of this large string magic?" asked Perlis.

　So Xingmo told Perlis all the information about Shi Zhichan.

　After listening, Perlis nodded slightly and said:

　"According to what you said, Shizhima has several important characteristics."

　"First, it draws upon the power of the iceberg that rose from the Skeleton Gate, which means it draws upon the pure power of the realm of truth."

　"Secondly, these forces moved backward along the timeline and eventually reached the era of the Golden Disaster."

　"Furthermore, based on my personal guess, it's impossible for a group of dark elves to transport all that power back over a thousand years in one go. Based on my previous experience, I suspect that traveling through time requires immense power, at least something that only holy angels can accomplish."

　"Then, the conclusion drawn from this is that, assuming these forces of truth can indeed pass through the timeline and travel to the past, they will inevitably leave traces on the past timeline."

　"In other words, this power will leave its mark on your history."

　As soon as these words were spoken, Xingmo's eyes widened slightly.

　"Does this mean that we can look for events in history where the power of truth far exceeded normal values?"

　It was as if a line was ignited in her mind, igniting the entire spark of her thoughts.

　Xingmo suddenly recalled the captured dark elf Joe Ain. After he was killed by the Book of Hell, a piece of pottery fell down.

　Reaching out, Xing Mo grabbed the piece of pottery and looked at the time stamped on it:

　"1454.12.21!"

　She raised her head and looked at Pearlis across the table with some excitement.

　"The Children of Time can't take away the power of truth all at once!" she said. "They recorded the signs in history and directed this energy to that point in time!"

　"This way, they can ensure these powers are stably stored across the timeline, allowing them to jump between timelines and ultimately reach the Golden Calamity."

　Time, what a magical causal structure.

　Because the dark elves will trigger the misfortune of time, it will leave traces in history.

　And precisely because traces have been left in history, they can safely direct the power of truth into the past and thus trigger the misfortune of time.

　A closed loop.

　"Then, 1454.12.21, this should be the first time point in their target."

　Thinking of this, Xingmo searched for historical events at this point in time in his mind.

　But after thinking for a long time, she couldn't think of any historical event caused by the so-called "power of truth" at this point in time.

　"I haven't read for a long time. I feel like I have given all my historical knowledge back to the teacher." Xing Mo stretched helplessly.

　"What's the big deal? If we don't know, why don't we just go find a professional?" Aurora said from the side.

　"Looking for a professional?" Xing Mo tilted her head. "Do you mean looking for a dark elf?"

　"That's a good idea indeed," Perlis nodded. "It just so happens that time rifts exist on a large scale in the Kingdom of Messina. If we want to go back to the past, that should be the starting point."

　"indeed so."

　Xing Mo nodded and turned to look at the night sky over the sea of ​​flowers outside the window.

　It seems that the next destination is clear.

　...END...

Chapter 482 City of Chaos

　Kingdom of Messina.

　Deep in the dark hall, an emerald light flickered.

　On the throne, Emerald Seventeen looked down at the palace below, a flickering light in her emerald green eyes.

　He was waiting for visitors to arrive.

　After a long time, a figure in a white dress walked out, accompanied by a pale blue light.

　Entered the hall.

　Messenger Angela looked up at the emperor, and when her eyes fell on the emerald-inlaid crown, she immediately half-knelt down involuntarily.

　"Your Majesty, the Children of Time's actions have begun."

　"That's great," Emerald Seventeen's voice was as clear as an oriole's. "So, can we finally settle accounts with those guys in the Bien Divine Society?"

　"Of course. Do we need to do it now?"

　"No, there's no need. Don't forget the Emerald Family's motto: Saving the Master is the key to resolving adversity."

　The king leaned slightly to the left on the throne, supporting his profile with a strange look in his eyes.

　"Listen, if anyone asks about the date 1454 lately, tell them everything about the rift."

　"Then, the Bien Divine Society will naturally be dealt with, without us having to take any special action."

　"Will the Savior really come?" Angela looked up at the emperor in the shadows. "If not, will a messenger be needed?"

　"Don't worry, history is predetermined, and the future is also predetermined," Emerald Seventeen waved her hand, "If there's nothing else, please leave. I'm sleepy."

　"Yes."

　A pale blue light flashed, and Angela left the palace and stood on a tall tower.

　Looking towards the direction of the old capital, her expression was somewhat complicated.

　"The era of the dark elves has completely ended." She murmured in a low voice.

　At this time, a golden sparrow flew in front of her and looked at her chirping.

　Angela stretched out her hand, and the sparrow immediately turned into a letter.

　She opened the letter and her eyes narrowed slightly as she read.

　This letter is from the Saint of the Citadel. She is asking about... the year 1454...

　Riding on a flying carriage, a tour group from the First Division of the Extraordinary Department arrived above the territory of Messina.

　Below, Messina's border city of Grumu was shrouded in gray mist, looking dilapidated.

　"Aren't people in Messina supposedly rich?" Angelica muttered. "This shabby city is even worse than the port in the northern part of the city."

　"Grumu City is located near the old royal capital, considered a marginal area of ​​the Messina Kingdom. It's constantly affected by the miasma wafting from the old royal capital," Albus said calmly. "Angelica, you should read more geography books."

　"What? Who would care about a place like the old royal capital? Only you ghost lovers would like a place that is haunted for no reason!" Angelica puffed up her cheeks.

　Opposite the two of them, Perlis was looking intently at the scenery outside the window, her eyes focused on the gray outline of the old royal capital.

　Looking from the sky, the entire Old King was submerged in a gray fog. The gray fog was like a wave rising from the sea, covering half of the sky, like a huge monster.

　"It's definitely not suitable for living," Perlis shook her head. "That environment is simply a breeding ground for bad things."

　"It's said that ghosts from the past often appear in that city," Aurora blinked. "Are you afraid of ghosts, sister?"

　"How could that be?" Perlis smiled and rubbed Aurora's little head.

　This operation consists of five people: Angelica, Albus, Xingmo, Aurora, and Perlis, which is considered a relatively small team.

　Freya and Juven, the two light elves, did not choose to go with them. According to Juven, he needed to meet Emerald Seventeen to discuss some things.

　Angelica and Albus had never met Pearlis. Their first impression of her was that she was very beautiful, and their second impression was that she had a vague sense of mystery. Sometimes she was friendly, and sometimes she revealed an unpredictable temperament.

　When Perlis held Aurora's head in her arms and rubbed it, Angelica and Albus were immediately in awe.

　They all knew how powerful the section chief's wife was, and that even ten members of the Extraordinary Department might not be able to defeat her, but this Miss Perlis actually held the section chief's wife in her arms and rubbed her!

　This is a manifestation of status and strength.

　Looking at Angelica and Albus's respectful gazes, Xingmo sighed helplessly.

　She took out a letter in her hand and her eyes fell on the content again:

　"Grumu, interview."

　That was Miss Angela's reply. She didn't say much, but just asked Xingmo to come to Grumu to talk in person.

　Is the date of 1454 so secretive that we need to have a face-to-face meeting?

　Xing Mo looked at the gray city outline below. She had some knowledge of Grumu City, but this knowledge did not leave her with any good impression.

　This is a decadent city. Just as the town of Akashina is ruled by local priests, this city is basically under the control of private warlords and is almost not subject to the checks and balances of Emerald Seventeen.

　Under such circumstances, the local social conditions are naturally extremely bad.

　This is not a good place to travel.