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

　"The timeline you just belonged to isn't the past of our timeline, but a fork in the tree of timelines," Father Enoch explained. "This technique is called time grafting. Fu El used the power of truth to cut the timeline where you were a saint into the current timeline, creating that fork and throwing you into it. This way, you will be easily killed by the Children of Time in the state of that timeline."

　"Your ability to adapt is admirable. The poor Jackal fended off those enemies for you, but what about next time? And the next time? Can you guarantee that every timeline you're thrown into has room for adaptability?"

　"Admittedly, this timeline won't last long. With the power of Time Mischief, it will only last 24 hours at most before collapsing. But do you really have the confidence to survive the pursuit of the Children of Time for more than 24 hours every time?"

　"What do you want to say?" Xing Mo frowned slightly.

　"Give me your fate, and I will exchange it with the fate of Mother Goddess Cain," Father Enoch said frankly, "In this way, you can live safely, and Mother Goddess Cain will deal with those usurpers who try to destroy the timeline."

　"That's impossible." Xing Mo shook his head.

　"It's okay, I guessed it, but I have to try it," Enoch smiled kindly and shook his head. "Since your status is only demigod, this created false timeline will destroy your extraordinary status.

　However, if you become an angel and place your true body in the Kingdom of God, this false timeline will not be able to influence your extraordinary essence."

　"By the way, if you're afraid you won't be able to return to the current timeline, why not take away the fate of some other people, like those poor scoundrels? That way, you can easily return to the present through the time rift."

　After saying this, Enoch nodded at Xingmo, then turned and slowly walked towards the alley entrance.

　From beginning to end, he didn't show any aggressiveness at all.

　Judging from the power Father Enoch displayed in the false timeline - that is, he defeated the Supreme Praiser with a single blow, his status has reached the level of an angel, that is, a level of extraordinary essence that cannot be affected by the false timeline.

　But he still exudes...that kindness.

　""

　Watching Father Enoch's back disappear, Xing Mo didn't know how to feel for a moment.

　Prolonging the destined fate of others for a period of time and building and replacing them according to one's own ideas does seem to be a kind gesture, but there seems to be something strange about it.

　As for what Enoch suggested Xingmo to do - to steal someone else's destiny as an anchor, she did not intend to do so.

　She didn't want to take away someone else's destiny, especially since she was already so bound by fate.

　"It seems that the misfortune of time does have certain dangers and has already deviated from the scope of the historical cycle."

　After Xingmo finished speaking, Perlis, who was standing opposite her, nodded slightly.

　"Those constantly resurrected shadows of the past are ghosts that Fu El has grafted from past ages into this era using the time grafting technique. The intersection of the two timelines allows these ghosts to continuously serve as her army. Even if one is killed, another will immediately arrive in this reality from the other grafted timeline."

　"So, A. Tas is unkillable. I felt it when I fought him - every time he revived, he started from a fixed state, which means that he was not the same person every time he revived."

　After Perlis finished speaking, Aurora stamped her feet in annoyance.

　"She actually grafted the little saint back to the time when we first met! That's too much!"

　"You were really mean to me back then," Xingmo said, rubbing Aurora's head with a smile. "But I convinced you, okay?"

　"Damn... It seems like I'm easy to manipulate..." Aurora puffed up her cheeks slightly.

　"This information is very bad, because if the Time Mistake can create a false timeline, then it may be different from the established history bound in the time loop." Perlis gently pinched her chin with her hand. "If it can create a new timeline, perhaps there is a way to destroy the old one."

　"We must hurry and stop her," Yuwen said tremblingly. "Just now, Her Highness Freya and I chanted a poem from the Book of Hell together. We've already pinpointed Fu El's location. She can't escape."

　"Which timeline is she in now?" Xingmo walked to Freya.

　Freya opened the Book of Hell, letting the pages fly around and quickly stopped at a certain page.

　"1020," Freya whispered, "the year the Laslan civilization sank on the Slate of Truth."

　That is the year when the moondust awakens in the embryo.

　...END...

Chapter 492 Under the Sea

　"Mommy mommy!"

　Alia knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the dead woman.

　When the last ray of light in the woman's pupils faded, the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

　It was the softest smile Alya had ever seen.

　"Are you useless? Are you useless? Why did you let Mom die? Why couldn't you stop that monster?!"

　In the hall, Arya stepped on the corpses of the guards, with pale blue flames burning in her eyes.

　"Your Highness! A-Tas's status is far superior to ours. There's nothing we can do!"

　"Shut up! Shut up! Go to hell! All of you go to hell!"

　One knife, one knife, and another knife, blood splattered.

　With one blow, one blow, and another, the giant tree was cut in half. Alia stood in front of the broken wooden stake and bent down deeply.

　She turned around, glanced at the small house nestled deep in the forest, and murmured softly:

　“What am I doing here…”

　Her mother hoped that she would not become a warrior, but become the kind Arya, rather than Fu El, who was destined to be king.

　Carrying the royal power means embarking on the path of the dark elves, a bloodthirsty and murderous path.

　But no matter how hard Arya swung the knife, she felt that the wood she cut was like cotton, as if the blood feud had been deeply rooted at this moment.

　She didn't want to chop wood, she wanted to kill people, those believers of the goddess.

　Alia closed her eyes and recalled the smile her mother wore before she died.

　She left the knife on the stake, turned and walked towards the cabin, pushed open the door -

　"Clang."

　Escorted by the soldiers, Alia passed through the gate of the Cangyue Palace and met the gaze cast from the throne.

　"Fu-El," the Dark Elf King's voice was majestic and hoarse, "Have you made up your mind?"

　"Let me pass through the Dark Elf Road!" Arya's eyes were as determined as bloodthirsty. "I will kill all those believers of the goddess. I will make them pay for the death of my mother!"

　"very good."

　暗精

　King Ling walked down the steps and walked towards his daughter step by step.

　He placed his hand on Arya's head, a hint of relief appearing on his dignified face.

　"You have finally realized the true laws of the dark elves. Yes, this is a world ruled by the goddess. As descendants of the Dark Moon, we lack the massive bodies of ice dragons, so we need to temper our will."

　"The Way of Tempering, are you ready?"

　"I'm ready."

　Hearing Arya's answer, the Moon Lich removed his hand from her head and handed her a worn bowl.

　"Drink it, then jump."

　Arya drank the bowl of potion without hesitation, then closed her eyes and fell into the abyss.

　The shattered glass fragmented her vision, splitting her into countless equal parts and tugging at her will—

　"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

　“Ah!!! No, no ...

　Looking at Arya screaming on the bed, the Dark Elf King's face was solemn.

　Beside him, the shackled Moon Lich lowered his head and whispered:

　"The Ritual of the Moon... went awry... the timeline tore her apart... destroyed her wholeness as a soul..."

　"Just tell me the result." The Dark Elf King whispered.

　"It's not just one Fu El who has returned, but..."

　"...two."

　The curtain was drawn aside, and the Dark Elf King saw his other daughter.

　She looked even younger, with a peaceful sleeping face, as if she had never been disturbed by the world.

　"Why is this happening?"

　"Perhaps it was because she was trapped in the sorrow of the Queen's death, the kind-hearted version of herself and the crazy version of herself tore each other apart, and the derivative timeline just happened to cut this moment apart..."

　A faint smile appeared on the Moon Lich's broken face:

　"Your Majesty, you should understand what this means better than I do."

　"I know," the Dark Elf King whispered, "This means that the derivative timeline has every potential to become the main timeline."

　He drew the dagger from his waist and cut off the shackles on the Moon Lich's hands.

　"Help me complete the Trouble of Time," the Dark Elf King whispered. "We must avoid the Crimson Doom upon the Slate of Truth."

　""

　In a daze, Alia opened her eyes and saw the pair of blue eyes hanging in front of her.

　"Arya," the king said in a low voice, "your mother wishes you to become a kind and intelligent being, but I have refuted her countless times. Under the goddess's rule, kindness is like pointing a dagger at one's own heart."

　"She paid a price for it, but she used her life to prove her point, so I made this decision."

　"Go and see what good things your kindness can bring you."

　"When the dark moon rises in your heart, you will open the way for us."

　The pair of blue eyes floating in front of his eyes became increasingly blurry, and then at a certain moment became clear.

　Alia opened her eyes and was met with Fu El's tired eyes.

　"Did you see it? Our memories..." Fu El murmured softly.

　"You and I...are really the same person..." Alia struggled to get up and looked around.

　She was in a dark cave, with candles on the wall barely providing lighting, and the humid air made her feel uncomfortable.

　"Where are we?" Arya whispered.

　"Are you calmer now? Haha, memory constitutes your essence. The moment you wake up, you will return to your tribe..."

　"I didn't say I'd go along with you," Alia looked at Fu El coldly. Her face changed when she saw the blood on her body. "You're injured."

　"It was those two light elves who did it," Fu El pointed at the golden dagger beside her. "They've locked onto our position. The Star Saint will be chasing us soon, but unfortunately, she's destined to fall into a trap..."

　"Where are we?" Arya said, looking more serious.

　"Is she really that important to you?" Fu El looked at Arya, her face filled with determination, curiously. "I've also seen your memories... oh, should I say, our memories—you lived like a dog in that era. Is it really worth the cost of saving her just because she offered you a barely decent place to live? Don't forget, she's a follower of the goddess. Do you remember how your mother died?"

　"She's not a follower of the goddess. We believe in the Tree of Life," Alia said seriously. "Besides, the Saint is not a bad person. If you explain your difficulties to her, she might help you!"

　"How can you be so naive...Aliya," Fu El shook her head. "We are going to destroy her world, her timeline. Do you really think she would be stupid enough to help us?"

　"You and I are not us," Alya whispered. "Now, tell me where we are!"

　"You'll find out soon enough."

　Fu El shrugged, and at the same time, footsteps were heard from the other end of the cave.

　More than a dozen soldiers wearing strange armor walked out of the darkness. Their armor had the characteristics of fish, and the dark green surface was dull and dimly reflected the candles on the wall.

　"Ms. Fu El, His Majesty wishes to speak with you," said the leading soldier, wearing a fish-shaped helmet. "Are you ready?"

　"That's natural..." Fu El smiled.

　"I will tell him where that sudden power of truth came from and how to deal with it..."

　The leader of the scions turned and held out his hand to Arya.

　"Come on," she said bluntly, "I'll show you what this kindhearted Saint Lady you're talking about is."

　Passing through the long cave tunnel, sunlight pierced through the darkness and caught Alia's eyes.

　She raised her hands, adjusting to the sudden light, the warmth that was so alien to her skin.

　When she opened her eyes again, the magnificent city came into view, causing Alya to open her mouth slightly.

　She was standing on a high tower in the city. Looking around, she saw a huge city sitting on the sea. The buildings standing there were completely different styles from any Alia had ever seen. Spires formed the basic structure of the city. Long ropes connected the spires, and wind chimes were hung on them.

　Whenever the wind chimes are blown by the wind, the power of the strings will be stimulated, transmitted along the long ropes all the way to the top of the spire, and then flow along the tower to the ground.

　On the ground, Alia saw a network of waterways, with strange-looking ships flying close to the water surface, crisscrossing like the blood of a city.

　This city...could it be...

　"Welcome to Laslan," the fish-headed soldier said, "Time traveler."