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

　"Buzz!"

　A pale blue light descended from the sky, and the soldiers immediately fell to their knees, no longer resisting.

　Angela turned around, walked towards Xingmo with a smile, and nodded at her.

　"Thank you for your efforts, Miss Saint."

　"It seems like you've gotten quite a few advantages," Xing Mo narrowed her eyes slightly. "You used the garrison to wipe out the Bien Divine Society, and then used us to wipe out the garrison's leader."

　"Everything is for the peace of Grumu City, isn't it?" Angela smiled faintly.

　"Then I look forward to what you will do with this city, Miss Angela."

　Xing Mo pointed to the crack behind him and asked bluntly:

　"This rift is one-way. You are a high-level dark elf. Do you know any means to return to the present from the past?"

　"I'm afraid I can't do that either," Angela shook her head, "But I can give you the means to find those Children of Time."

　"tell me the story?"

　"Do you have any items like pendulums? The purer the crystal, the better."

　"Have."

　Xing Mo rummaged through it and quickly found the astrological pendulum that she rarely used but always carried with her.

　This pendulum was given by Miss Perlis, and Xingmo used it to find the steam man.

　"Ah, the purity is really good, even beyond imagination."

　Angela picked up the pendulum, looked it over, and then used her spiritual power to suspend it in the air.

　She took out a silver dagger, cut her fingertip, and dripped a drop of blood onto the pendulum.

　In an instant, the interior of the pendulum was filled with crimson, with a hint of light blue flowing through the crimson, continuously emitting fluctuations of spiritual power into the air.

　"This pendulum will lead you to the nearest high-level dark elf," Angela said with a smile, "As long as you can find a shuttle, you should be able to find a way back to reality."

　"Isn't the shuttle only usable by high-level dark elves?" Xing Mo frowned.

　"That's just an ordinary time traveler. The one you need to find is the one on Fu El. According to records, it's a model designed for the royal family in the Dark Elf King's design manuscript. As long as the power of truth is sufficient, it can tear open a rift in time. Although I don't know the specific mechanism, at least you can find a breakthrough, right?"

　After Angela finished explaining, Aurora suddenly spoke up:

　"How about taking you with me? That would be much more convenient. I can just give you a suit of armor and you can tear open the rift."

　"I'm afraid I can't go with you for the time being. My apologies," Angela said with a slight bow. "However, you can wait a moment. Miss Freya and Miss Yuwen will be joining you soon. They have already met with His Majesty the King and will soon bring you the revelations you need."

　"Is that so?"

　Xingmo nodded slightly, then she walked to Angelica and Albus and put her hands on their shoulders.

　"You should return to the Citadel first. Since the Children of Time won't cause trouble, you just need to keep an eye on the Sea of ​​Time," Xingmo lowered her voice. "The White Angel has begun to move towards New Garo. We don't know why, but if He suddenly turns around... the Citadel will need your protection."

　"Chief, are you sure?" Angelica asked anxiously.

　"Don't worry, I will come back, believe me." Xing Mo smiled slightly.

　"Even if you don't trust her, you have to trust me, right?" Aurora put her hands on her hips.

　"Okay... I got it."

　Angelica took two steps back, stood with Albus, and waved at Xingmo.

　Aurora slashed with her hand, and a rift leading to the Sacred Forest appeared, swallowing the two of them.

　They will return to the city of learning through the rift in the Sacred Tree Forest as quickly as possible.

　"Okay," Xingmo stretched, "Then next, we just have to wait for Freya and Yuwen to come back."

　...END...

Chapter 488 Broken

　The Broken Crown

　Under the dark hall, two light elves walked between the stone pillars.

　Freya looked around curiously, looking at the magnificent palace, and exclaimed in amazement from time to time.

　"This king lives in such a luxurious place. This palace is so big, it's even more magnificent than the bank we robbed!"

　"Your Highness, please don't tell anyone about the bank robbery..."

　"Huh? Why? Isn't this something amazing?"

　"No, we'll get arrested..."

　Soon, the two of them walked to the main hall and looked up at the towering throne.

　Emerald Seventeen sat there, looking down at the two elves below.

　"Descendants of the Silver Blade Family are truly rare visitors," the king chuckled. "Ever since the Golden Disaster, your descendants haven't set foot in the Kingdom of Messina for thousands of years."

　"Hello, King," Freya waved. "The old woman asked me to bring you a message."

　"Is this a prophecy from the prophet? I really miss it. Every generation of Emerald Kings would warn the next generation to wait for the prophecy. I never thought it would finally be my turn."

　Jade Seventeen walked down from the bottom of the hall, gradually revealing his handsome face.

　He walked up to Freya and Yuwen without any airs of a king - he stepped down from the throne and looked at them at eye level on the level of status.

　"Then let me see the prophecy." He held out his hand.

　"Okay."

　Freya took out the Book of Hell, gently stroked the cover, and then spread it out—

　"Om——"

　The pages of the book flipped open with a "rustling" sound, and deep red characters flew out from the pages and hovered in the air.

　Those characters instantly caught the king's eyes, and the next second, he took a breath.

　"It seems that the time has really come... the closed loop has been formed..."

　Jade Seventeen paced back and forth, his face tinged with a solemn expression.

　On the side, Freya, who didn't even know what the prophecy was, couldn't help but ask:

　"King, what is the prophecy that makes you so nervous?"

　"The debt owed by the Emerald Family must be repaid," the king murmured. "Your prophet will soon arrive in Messina to take over the former capital."

　Take over what?

　Freya and Yuwen looked at each other, their eyes widening at the same time.

　Take over the capital? Take over the old capital of the dark elves?

　real or fake?

　Emerald Seventeen waved his hand, and a dark elf in a white robe walked out from the shadows.

　"Messenger, prepare to receive the prophet immediately and assemble all demihuman legions. Messina enters a state of war!"

　State of war? Why is there a state of war again?

　Freya and Yuwen obviously didn't react to this series of changes - just sending a message, why is there going to be another war?

　"You two, please head to the Old Capital as soon as possible," Emerald Seventeen said respectfully to Freya and Yuwen, "We will see each other soon."

　The old royal capital.

　Standing next to the Time Rift, Xingmo frowned slightly.

　She stretched out her hand, sensing the spiritual power flowing out of the cracks, and feeling the faint golden light.

　That was the power of fate, there was no doubt about it, she was even more certain of it now.

　How could the Children of Time possess the power of fate? They were Dark Elves. Even if they could mobilize the Supreme Trichord, it should be the power of truth.

　Could it be that this rift was not created by the Children of Time?

　Xingmo raised her head and looked at the sky.

　Is she another goddess?

　Time and space suddenly twisted, a ring appeared out of thin air, and Freya and Yuwen emerged from it.

　"Sorry for the wait, everyone!" Freya waved her hand energetically. "We've finished talking with the king! Wow! Is this the rift that allows time travel?"

　"Yeah," Xing Mo nodded slightly, "Did Emerald Seventeen say anything?"

　So Freya repeated what the king had said to everyone.

　"Give you all the Old King's property? You can't expect to survive here, right?" Aurora looked around speechlessly. "Are you looking for free labor?"

　"The spiritual energy here is both chaotic and abundant, making it ideal for use as the centerpiece of a large-scale string magic formation." Perlis nodded slightly. "Perhaps the prophet in your tribe really knows something."

　"Whatever!" Freya snapped her fingers. "Anyway, we have to keep busy in the rift for a while, right? We need to travel back in time! What do you think? Can we go back and rob that bank again?"

　"Your Highness..." Yuwen covered his old face and sighed.

　"You two, are you sure you want to go?" Xing Mo said more seriously, "This rift is one-way. If you go in, you may not be able to come back."

　"Ah, no, no," Freya waved her hand. "We'll definitely be able to come back. Those dark elves can travel through time, so we light elves are definitely no worse than them if we figure it out!"

　Why does this sound unreliable?

　Xingmo shook his head helplessly and looked into the distance.

　Angela still stood there, looking quietly at the rift and waved her hand.

　"Goodbye, Miss Saint," Angela said loudly, "Don't worry, you will come back."

　"You seem very sure?" Xing Mo raised her eyebrows slightly.

　Angela didn't say anything, just smiled faintly, then turned and slowly walked away.

　Xingmo shifted his gaze

　He came back and looked at everyone:

　"So, looks like we're about to...get started?"

　"Let's go, let's go. We can't wait to save little Alia!" Aurora stretched.

　Xing Mo nodded and put on the stone bracelet.

　She inserted the pottery shard into the groove on the stone bracelet and immediately chanted the mantra:

　"Turn on!"

　Pale blue symbols climbed up the stone bracelet, quickly outlining a line of numbers, and then suddenly pierced into the time rift—

　"Om——"

　The pale blue light instantly spread the cracks, and the space emitted a sound of shattering glass, like nails scratching a blackboard.

　"go!"

　Xing Mo was the first to step into the rift. The moment she entered, the rift spread like a landslide, instantly swallowing up the group.

　The colorful light expanded in front of his eyes, turning into countless fragments, dividing Xingmo's vision into pieces.

　Among the fragments, countless flowing lights and shadows poured into her mind. They were hundreds of millions of human figures, flashing in the vastness of history, and each figure was so small.

　Although she was clearly moving forward in the tunnel, Xingmo felt as if she was moving backward. This feeling was very strange. Her vision and body senses seemed to be divided into two different parts at this moment, one part moving forward and the other moving backward.

　As this sensation grew stronger, Xingmo felt as if she were being stretched. She was stretched longer and longer, and then, finally, the force suddenly loosened, and she contracted with a "pop" sound, like a rubber band that had been stretched and released.

　"Aha--"

　Xingmo stood up suddenly and found herself lying in a pile of straw.

　She got up in a daze and looked around.

　It was a small barn, and there was no one else around but her.

　"Aurora? Miss Perlis? Freya? Yuwen?"

　Xingmo rubbed her head, slowly got up, and brushed off the straw on her skirt.

　There was a lot of noise outside the barn, as if someone was screaming, and the sound was chaotic.

　Xingmo walked to the door of the barn and pushed it open.