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

　She turned her head, looked at Aurora, who remained silent, and said:

　"Aurora, aren't you here to investigate? Why are you so listless?"

　Aurora snorted, walked to Perlis's side, and looked at the wall in front of them with her.

　This was a barrier as high as a mountain, isolating the city of Grumu from the old royal capital. Its dark shadow pressed down on the earth, suffocating half of the city.

　Ever since the Phantom of the Old Ones disaster in 1454, the high-ranking dark elves joined forces to build this wall and completely declared the Old Capital a forbidden area.

　Legend has it that behind these walls, a madness from the past still wells up, eager to tear the city apart.

　"You're lying," Aurora shook her head. "I don't sense any ghosts of the past behind this. It's just an empty city."

　"But time and space are indeed unstable," Perlis said, "and there are many spies watching here."

　She raised her head and looked at the mountain-like barrier, and noticed a few threads hanging from the clouds.

　"Dark elven magic," Aurora and Perlis looked up at the sky together. "The Bean God Society does have the power to monitor the entire city, but it relies on the power of the dark elves."

　"It seems that we really shouldn't alert the enemy," Perlis nodded slightly, "Then let's go back."

　Pearlis turned around and took a few steps when her skirt was suddenly pulled.

　She turned her head and saw a rare flicker of struggle in Aurora's eyes.

　"what happened?"

　"Sister, are you hiding something from me?" Aurora whispered.

　"Which aspect

　of? "

　"destiny."

　Aurora raised her head and looked at Perlis seriously, looking at her sister's blood-red eyes that were exactly the same as her own.

　"You've seen fate and know what's going to happen, so you chose this moment to become active, right?"

　Perlis did not directly answer Aurora's question. She looked at her sister quietly. Her face was still childish, but with a hint of maturity between her brows.

　Then she shook her head gently and said:

　"That question is meaningless. Even if I have seen fate, it is not the only fate."

　"Not everyone can tear their fate apart like you." Aurora took a half step forward. "Tell me, what will happen?"

　"No." Perlis shook her head.

　"why?"

　"Because, even just my act of telling you this, and your knowing this event of fate, will cause fate to move in a different direction."

　"Changing your fate, isn't that a good idea?" Aurora's voice was unusually anxious. "Since you've already escaped, your current fate must not have a good ending, right? Then—"

　"Aurora, fate cannot be predetermined," Perlis said, her voice rising several pitches. "Once, an angel from the High Heavens knew a prophecy. He used that prophecy as a guiding principle and meticulously planned everything. Believing himself to be the chosen one, he mercilessly trampled on the fate of others, believing that the prophecy was his own ultimate destiny, and thus acted with impunity."

　"Until the very end, He didn't realize the true nature of fate—that only those who follow it will be bound by its gravity. Fate itself is disordered and is made up of every choice made by everyone, including you and me. This conversation will also become a part of your ultimate destiny."

　"His ultimate fate was his downfall due to his blind faith in fate. The prophecy could have been interpreted in another way, but he ignored that possibility, stubbornly believing that fate would lead him to the outcome he thought it would."

　"Even if I truly knew the fate of this world, I couldn't tell you," Perlis rubbed Aurora's head. "If I did, you would become like Him, either acting recklessly because of destiny, or becoming depraved because of a misfortune. That's not what I want to see."

　"I won't do that," Aurora glared at Perlis stubbornly, "I just want to..."

　"You want to protect Xingmo, right?" Perlis said softly.

　"The little saint has become someone else's pawn, and this makes me very uncomfortable!" Aurora was a little excited. "Everything that binds her must be destroyed, because she is ours!"

　Seeing her sister's expression showing a hint of anger, Perlis fell silent again.

　She seemed to recall the distraught self from long ago, the self who had lost everything and resolutely faced death, heading towards the end of the world.

　How could she not know where her sister's worries and anxieties came from? She had experienced the pain of losing a loved one many times.

　If the little one can avoid understanding it, then it’s best not to.

　but...

　"You have to learn to allow everything to happen, Aurora," Perlis said softly. "Until everything happens, reality will not be determined."

　She patted Aurora's shoulder, then turned around and walked towards Grumu City.

　Looking at her sister's back, Aurora wanted to be angry, but for some reason she couldn't.

　She had seen her sister's memories, knew how her sister had fought her way out of the sea of ​​fire, and knew that her sister understood the cruelty of fate far better than she did.

　"Allowing everything to happen..." Aurora murmured softly, "How can we allow everything to happen?"

　She clenched her fists and followed Perlis's pace.

　city ​​center.

　At the door of a steak house, Xingmo found Angelica and Albus.

　Seeing Xingmo, Angelica immediately came over with a not very good look on her face.

　"Chief! These people are so cruel!" she complained. "They are simply crazy!"

　"What happened?" Xing Mo was a little surprised by Angelica's loss of composure. Although this girl was young, she had been the acting head of a department for a period of time, so her psychological quality should be good.

　"Can you communicate with nature spirits?" Albus said vaguely.

　"I can control nature spirits," Xing Mo nodded, "Let me do it."

　She stretched out her hand, and a dark string flashed in the air, and an innocent spirit instantly turned into her puppet.

　ALBUS:

　The young spirit wizard was sweating profusely. Every time he communicated with the spirits, he had to pay a certain price in exchange, such as his own blood or some other tribute.

　He thought the section chief was going to demonstrate how to trade with spirits, but who knew that the section chief would just capture the spirit directly.

　Xingmo didn't notice Albus's horrified look, her perspective had switched to the innocent nature spirit, slowly floating into the steakhouse.

　Steak shop. Actually, Xingmo found it hard to imagine that there was a place selling steak in a city like Grumu. The workers on the streets were lucky to have black bread to eat, but here there were people selling steak, which was almost a luxury for them.

　Passing through the brick wall, what comes into view is an interior that is completely different from the dirty street - oil paintings are hung on the quaint red brick walls, and well-dressed waiters are walking in the aisles with silver trays, smiling.

　At this moment, there are very few people in the steak house, most of the seats are empty, only

　The seats in the center of the hall were full of people.

　Those people were wearing white robes that looked like some kind of clergyman's clothes. They were enjoying the steaks on the table with silver cutlery, looking elegant.

　I guess these people are from the Bean Society.

　When the nature spirit floated in, a clergyman who was obviously a small leader wiped his mouth, put his silver knife and fork aside, and said softly:

　"Frank, do you plead guilty?"

　On the floor next to the dining table, a ragged man was kneeling on the ground, his face haggard.

　He looked fiercely at the members of the Divine Society at the table and growled:

　"no way!"

　The small boss snapped his fingers, and two bodyguards lifted Frank up.

　Then a chef holding a silver blade came out and squatted next to Frank.

　"Then your meat will become the dark elves' meal," the chef said, a low laugh laced between his words. "Let me see. Shall we start with the thigh meat?"

　It was not until this sentence was spoken that Xing Mo realized what kind of meat those people were eating.

　A feeling of disgust arose from the bottom of her heart. Xingmo opened her eyes and returned to the door of the steak house.

　"Chief, what should we do?" Angelica asked in a low voice.

　"Let's go in."

　Xingmo snapped his fingers, drew out his wand, and walked towards the restaurant door.

Chapter 484: City of Chaos (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　As soon as Xing Mo pushed open the door of the restaurant, two people who looked like butlers came to greet her.

　"Miss, this place is reserved by Mr. John today," the butler said sternly, "Please come in."

　Xing Mo did not answer their words. He patted their shoulders with both hands and spoke in an obscure and low voice:

　"confused."

　The eyes of the two butlers suddenly became extremely clear. They staggered back, touched their heads and stayed there, as if they didn't know why they were there.

　Xing Mo walked into the restaurant, found a seat and sat down, then clapped her hands.

　"Waiter, please show me the menu."

　Angelica and Albus also sat beside her. Their expressions were not so calm, but they looked at the people from the Bean Society with vigilance.

　At this time, the little boss named John was looking at Xingmo with a bad expression, and the chef who was about to dissect the human body also stopped what he was doing.

　There were hurried footsteps, and a maid trotted to Xingmo's table and bowed apologetically.

　"Today...today this place has been reserved by Mr. John," the maid said with a wry smile, "Please choose another day..."

　"Don't you have a menu?" Xing Mo stretched her neck. "Are you going to order on the spot like them?"

　"enough!"

　A tall clergyman slammed the table, walked to the table, and pushed the maid to the ground.

　He looked down at Xing Mo, his eyes as fierce as a poisonous snake looking for food.

　"This is the place of the Bien Society," he whispered. "Are you from outside?"

　"It's tourists. After all, your city is obviously very suitable for tourism." Xing Mo smiled friendly at the big man. "You all in the Shenhui are cannibals? Isn't cannibalism bad?"

　Hearing this, the big man smiled disdainfully:

　"Same kind? We are descendants of the high-ranking dark elves. One day, we will return to our tribe under the leadership of the Divine Council. Our flesh and blood need to devour these lowly humans in order to evolve. This is just a process."

　"You're a high-level dark elf?" Xing Mo pretended to be surprised. "I can't tell. You look human no matter how you look at it."

　This made the big man's expression suddenly look much uglier. He put one hand on the table and growled:

　"This is your last chance. Get out of here! I'm following the etiquette of the high dark elves in communicating with you. Otherwise, my fist would have hit your pretty face long ago."

　"Really?" Xing Mo was surprised. "No, I still insist on having dinner here. You know, I'm hungry."

　As soon as he finished speaking, the big man swung his fist towards Xingmo's face.

　When his fist was less than ten centimeters away from Xingmo, Angelica suddenly stood up, grabbed him with precision, released the force, and then threw him over her shoulder.

　"boom!"

　The big guy flew out and smashed the table next to him into pieces.

　He fell to the ground in a panic, yelling:

　"Do it!"

　Four or five clergymen rushed forward at the same time. At this time, Albus whispered some spells, and gray-white mist suddenly surged out, trapping the heads of those clergymen.

　They suddenly fell to the ground helplessly and lay motionless.

　Xing Mo looked at the little leader sitting at the table with a smile. The guy named John still looked calm, but a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

　"Miss," he said softly, "You don't seem to believe that we have the blood of the dark elves."

　Xing Mo looked left, then looked again, then looked at John again, then spread out her hands and smiled helplessly:

　"I really didn't see it, why don't you show it to me."

　"Oh!"

　John slammed the table, stood up, and immediately reached out to Xingmo.

　The stone bracelet on his wrist suddenly flashed with pale blue runes, which briefly spread to his skin, causing his face to twitch - this was obviously accompanied by great pain.

　Then, in a low, obscure voice, John growled:

　"broken!"

　"Boom!"

　Under the power of the mantra, the table in front of Xing Mo exploded directly.