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

　So why did Angela choose this place for the interview?

　""

　The carriage descended to the edge of the city, into the courtyard of a small, seemingly decent-looking mansion.

　As soon as she got off the carriage, Xingmo saw Angela standing at the door waiting. She seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

　"Miss Saint," Angela smiled mysteriously, "It seems that our paths have crossed again."

　She gestured for the group to follow and entered the mansion first.

　The mansion was dark, all the windows were covered with curtains, and only a thin layer of light came in.

　Inside, a group of people sat at the table, waiting for Angela.

　After a long time, Angela returned to the living room carrying a small incense burner. She lit the small incense burner, and a faint scent of incense emanated, enveloping the entire room.

　"Now, no one will hear our conversation."

　"Does anyone really dare to listen?" Aurora muttered.

　"The situation in this city is much more dangerous than you imagine," Angela nodded slightly. "However, given your strength, it's unlikely that you will be harmed by those small fry. But we must always prevent our secrets from being leaked."

　"Excuse me, Angela. I just asked you to go to the Citadel, and now I'm bothering you again," Xing Mo said straight to the point. "But you shouldn't find it a bother, right? After all, you should have known about the Children of Time for a long time, right?"

　"That's right," Angela said frankly. "We've long known about the existence of the Children of Time. They arrived in this timeline a year ago... You should know that for a period of time, due to the opening of the ancient tomb of the gods, the edge of reality became very fragile. It was then that time was folded, and those dark elves from ancient times arrived in the Citadel."

　As soon as these words came out, Xingmo's gaze fell on Aurora, and Aurora immediately turned her head away.

　Like saying "it's none of my business"...

　"Why didn't you tell us in advance?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Because even we only detected clues and never received any definitive intelligence about their existence," Angela shook her head. "Those children of time have always operated in the shadows. By the time we discovered their existence, their influence among the people had become too great for us to handle."

　As she said this, Angela looked towards the city of Grumu outside the window.

　"The residents of Gelumu City are their victims. Today, the area is controlled by an organization called the Bien Divine Society and is completely under the rule of a warlord."

　"They claim to have found a way to evolve from humans to dark elves. In fact, the word evolution itself highlights their unorthodoxy, as there has never been any theory that dark elves are the next stage of human evolution."

　"They hate their own human identity and imagine themselves to be dark elves. They believe that their own essence is dark elves and hate humans unconditionally."

　"At first, the kingdom simply believed it was a small, insane association, but messengers soon discovered that the core members of the Bien Divine Society indeed possessed some power from the dark elves. Later investigations confirmed that these powers were granted by the Children of Time."

　"It's too late to take action. The Bien Divine Society has taken control of the entire city of Grumu and has sealed off the borders of the Old Capital. If we were to suppress them forcefully, countless people who have been brainwashed by them would be tortured. This is why we haven't taken action against them yet."

　After hearing what Angela said, Xingmo lowered her head, slightly surprised.

　Thinking of oneself as a dark elf and hating humans because of that? This is the first time I've heard of it.

　Dark elves are dark elves, and humans are humans. Can these identities be changed?

　Moreover, it is impossible for humans to transform into dark elves. This is a difference in physiological structure and even more so a difference in the nature of the soul.

　"This is normal," Perlis said softly. "Grumu City is very close to the Old King. It's a kingdom ruled by the dark elves. When people encounter difficulties in real life, they will place their hopes on more powerful beings, hoping that they can help them."

　"And further, there's the form of the Bean God Society—people believe they can escape the difficulties of reality by becoming some kind of imaginary, more ideal state."

　"The reason the Bien Divine Society has been able to expand to this extent is definitely not due to the descendants of time, but rather the social environment."

　The few words spoken softly instantly pointed the finger at Angela.

　Angela shook her head lightly and said helplessly:

　"It is impossible for the Kingdom to care for every living being equally. Our strength is insufficient to support such a great undertaking."

　"Where are the troops? The Bien Divine Society is able to maintain such a rule. Where are your troops?"

　"The emperor is far away, and the local garrison has long been out of control. As soon as the Bien Divine Society falls, they will immediately become the new warlords."

　Angela shook her head, her expression somewhat helpless:

　"The current garrison in Grumu is ruled by a general named Lux. He's just as brutal as the eldest brother of the Bean family, but he's a warrior and not good at political schemes, which is why he's always been suppressed by the Bean Divine Society."

　It sounds like the people of Messina are really hopeless.

　Xing Mo shook his head helplessly and continued to ask:

　"Then, does God Bian have anything to do with the questions we ask?" Xingmo asked.

　"There is a certain connection," Angela nodded, "but I think we should start with the original reason why Miss Saint came to me."

　She stretched out her hand, and Xingmo immediately understood and took out the pottery piece with the number 1454 engraved on it.

　Looking at the piece of pottery, Angela's eyes flickered for a moment, and then she put it on the table.

　"In 1454, there was a supernatural invasion in Grumu City," Angela recounted calmly. "Most of the files from that era have been lost. After all, it's history from thousands of years ago. In turbulent times, records of civilizations can be erased at any time."

　"However, since that incident had a lot of traces of the power of truth,

　The messenger specially recorded it.”

　When Xing Mo heard the words "power of truth", he knew he had found the right one.

　Her expression suddenly became much more focused, and she listened carefully to every word Angela said.

　"It was an extraordinary disaster radiating outward from the Old Capital. A large number of shadows from the Old World emerged, breaking through the borders of the Old Capital and entering the interior of Grumu City."

　"According to records from that time, those ghosts were basically generals under the Dark Elf King. You have to know that it had been almost seven or eight hundred years since the Golden Disaster. Those generals had long since perished under the goddess's divine punishment, yet they suddenly returned that day."

　"This really seems like the power of truth." Xing Mo nodded.

　Dead beings are resurrected as ghosts from the past, which seems to be a manifestation of the influence of truth on the timeline.

　Next, Angela said:

　"They burned, killed, and looted in Gelumu City, killing a large number of civilians and almost turning the entire city into a dead city."

　"The disaster ultimately came to an abrupt halt and did not spread beyond the city of Grumu. Afterwards, when the messenger investigated the Old Capital, the Dark Elf King's Shattered Crown had disappeared."

　"Broken crown?" Xing Mo grasped the key words.

　"That was once the crown of the Dark Elf King. After the Goddess's starlight descended from the sky and destroyed them, the crown was left at the top of the Elf Tower and emitted a gray mist that enveloped the entire capital. I believe you saw it when you came here."

　"The crown disappeared after that day. No one knows where it went, but it is certain that its disappearance is definitely related to the end of the extraordinary disaster."

　Having said that, Angela paused and gave Xingmo some time to laugh.

　Well...if the Broken Crown is a relic of the Dark Elf King, it is not surprising that it can carry the power of truth.

　So, if the Children of Time need to find a temporary storage point at a point in time to store the power of truth extracted from the iceberg, the Broken Crown is undoubtedly the most suitable.

　And it was precisely because they thought so that the extraordinary disaster of the old phantoms invading the city of Grumu occurred in history.

　Since history has formed a closed loop, the time point of 1454 is correct.

　As long as we go back to this point in time, there will be a chance to capture Fu El and bring Alia back.

　Now that the goal has been confirmed, the next step is naturally to find a way to travel to the past.

　Before Xingmo could speak, Perlis on the side spoke first:

　"So, there are time rifts like the one in Akashina Town in the old royal capital?"

　"You are indeed the person from that time," Angela nodded with a smile, "Yes, that's why I introduced the Bean Divine Society to you at the beginning."

　"By now, the Children of Time should have issued an order. The God of Bean will act as their lackey and will strictly prevent anyone from attempting to enter the Old Capital."

　"Can we use a forceful attack?" Aurora asked.

　"It's best not to make such an attempt. Those rifts are extremely rare and unstable. If some of the Children of Time didn't have the desire to return to this era, they would have closed them long ago. If we alert them, they will immediately destroy them."

　"In this case, we can only start with the Bien Divine Society." Xing Mo stood up.

　Although he said "get started", Xingmo knew what the ending of those bad guys would be.

　"Let's go and investigate." Xing Mo waved his hand gently.

Chapter 483: City of Chaos (Part 2) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The Extraordinary Department spread out in the city and went to different areas to search for information.

　Walking on the dilapidated streets, Xingmo's eyes swept across the scene on the street, and his brows couldn't help but frowned slightly.

　The fog was thick, the dusk light distorted, and the air was filled with a pungent smell, like a combination of soot and dirty water. The narrow streets were covered with sewage and mud, and the surface was stained with a trail of footprints. Dirty water dripped from the low eaves onto the street. Xingmo was glad she had brought an umbrella.

　In the distance, the outline of the chimney stood like a black giant, spewing thick smoke into the sky, dyeing the dusk an iron-gray luster, as if the dying giant was cursing the sky.

　Under the dilapidated kerosene lamps on both sides of the street, Xing Mo saw a child with lifeless eyes. His body was covered with dust, and his bones were wrapped in dry skin. It looked like he would not live long.

　However, the people on both sides of the street did not keep their eyes on him for even a second, as if this kind of thing was commonplace in Grumu.

　It should be time for the factory to go out for exercise. The streets are full of ragged workers, who are eagerly discussing tonight's activities, whether it is going to the bar to spend the little money they earned today, or going out for a night of love.

　The situation here is much worse than the former northern part of the city.

　No matter who that God of Bean is, they must not be a good person since they can manage a city to such a state of decay.

　Xingmo walked up to the child, silently threw a gold coin beside him, and turned away.

　She heard an ecstatic shout behind her. The voice was tearful and full of the ecstasy of surviving the disaster.

　Ke Xingmo

　I know that I can't change anything by doing this.

　She stood at the street corner, listening to the roar of the train crossing the street, lost in thought.

　At this moment, a kind voice came from beside her:

　"Good lady, you saved a child who was about to die from hunger and smog. He will have a good night tonight and sleep soundly after a good meal and wine."

　Xingmo turned her head and found that a priest in a black robe with a golden cross on his chest was standing beside her.

　She felt that the priest exuded a familiar aura, but she couldn't tell what it was at first.

　"you are?"

　"My humble name is Enoch. I'm a practitioner and a missionary of the Great Mother Goddess," the priest said humbly, bowing. "Just call me Father. This is my duty and the ideal I pursue throughout my life."

　Mother Goddess? Xingmo's eyes fell on the golden cross on the priest's chest. It seemed that he was a missionary of the Star Sea Goddess.

　"Why would a follower of the goddess appear in Grumu now?" Xing Mo asked.

　"I was simply moved by your kind act," Father Enoch said with a kind smile. "But do you think this can really save the child?"

　"Of course he can't be saved," Xing Mo shook her head. "A child like that can be blown down by a gust of wind."

　"That's right," Father Enoch said, a hint of pity on his face. "He will exchange the gold coin for silver to make it easier to buy bread. However, how can a child like this be able to keep such wealth in a city like this?"

　"He will be targeted by the hyenas of the city—perhaps by the old fellow who changed his money—and then, tonight, when he returns to his little awning after a good meal and a drink and falls into a deep sleep, his throat will be slashed."

　Xing Mo was startled by the priest's words. When she turned around, the child was gone.

　"That's just my guess," the priest said soothingly. "You've been through a lot, and look at the consequences of good intentions—they can be just as bad as pure malice."

　"Who are you?" Xing Mo became alert.

　The aura emanating from this priest became increasingly familiar to her, and in a daze, some memories emerged before her eyes.

　For example, when the Children of Time were first discovered, there was a hint of fate hidden in the rain.

　Was he weaving the fate of that child? Was he the one who twisted fate and sent a warning to the White Tower?

　"I'm not your enemy." Sensing Xingmo's vigilance, the priest shook his head slightly. "As I said, I'm here to remind you that there might be clues about the people you're looking for in the dining area in the city center."

　"I saw them go by, the evil ones, the ones who let the smog hang over this city."

　Father Enoch shook his head regretfully, as if he felt sorry for the evil deeds of those people.

　He smiled and waved at Xingmo again, then turned around and walked briskly on the dirty street, not caring at all that his long gown was stained by mud.

　Looking at Father Enoch's receding back, Xingmo wanted to raise his wand, but finally gave up.

　If that guy could control fate, then his status would definitely not be lower than that of a demigod.

　Xing Mo was not panicked by the open conflict with a demigod on such a street, but these innocent poor people were in trouble.

　Although Xingmo did not sense any malice in the previous conversation, this inexplicable kindness made her feel a little weird.

　Anyway, now that this guy asked me to go to the dining area...

　Xing Mo held the back of her hand and told everyone where she was going, then headed towards the dining area pointed out by the priest.

　At the edge of the old capital, the girl's slender hands brushed across the dusty wall, her blood-red eyes staring at the wisps of dust.

　"Ancient," Perlis said indifferently, "A miracle."