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

　One end of the cabin is transparent glass, and outside the glass, the view of the seabed is unobstructed.

　Under the king's arrangement, the descendants boarded a diving bell and headed towards the bottom of the sea to search for the bright moon under the sea.

　It sounds high-end, but it's actually just an iron cage. It relies on the starlight shield created by string magic to resist the pressure of the deep sea, and uses water strings to generate oxygen.

　The only difference between it and an iron coffin is that it can be pulled to the surface of the sea by an iron chain.

　It would take at least twelve hours for the bright moon under the sea to arrive. Alia didn't dare to imagine how deep the seabed was, nor what was underneath.

　All she could do was sleep.

　As a result, once she fell asleep, the memories that were synchronized with Fu El came flooding back in her dreams.

　Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sea outside, Alia's eyes were a little dim.

　"Did you dream about your father?" Fu El whispered, leaning against the glass.

　"Is he afraid of... the Crimson Doom?" Arya asked.

　"That's right. That apocalypse will uproot all the kingdoms on earth, washing the land and the sky red," Fu El lowered her head slightly. "Father is a fool. Almost all the elves don't think it's a big deal because they won't live to see it. They think they can just leave the apocalypse to those who come after them."

　"Father's mind is filled with his people. He doesn't want to let the Crimson Doom happen, because he is the king, the king who bears the fate of the Dark Elves."

　"He also hated the goddess who allowed all this to happen. After he saw the slate, he was just a step away from madness. He only needed to lift his foot to cross it."

　"And when the rift in time tore you and me apart, that line was crossed."

　Fu El turned to look at Alia with a smile, and as expected, she saw the latter's slightly trembling pupils.

　"So do you understand where the will of the descendants comes from?" she whispered. "We bear the fate of the world on our shoulders. We are the special forces on the goddess' chessboard. If we succeed, we can overturn the entire chessboard."

　"But... the afterlife is very peaceful, and many of the goddess's followers are good people. I've seen many!"

　Alia recalled Miss Lilit of St. Auros Church, the goddess who took care of Alia for a long time when she was first rescued.

　And the little nuns from St. Aurore's Church are all very kind. They help each other and go together to provide food for the workers in the factory!

　Looking at Arya's stubborn expression, Fu El shook her head in disdain.

　"Is this little favor enough to make you compromise on the big issues? You are not exactly me. You haven't seen what I have seen."

　"knowledge

　Where did I come from? I came from the golden disaster in your history! I left my father's side and walked into history!

　The light in Fu El's blue eyes surged, scaring Alia so much that she subconsciously took two steps back.

　"You haven't witnessed the disasters brought about by the golden starlight, so naturally you don't know about the sins of the starlight," Fu El said coldly. "This isn't your fault, but you must understand that as a dark elf, you have an obligation to sacrifice your strength for your tribe, including your life."

　"Your own country is in ruins, yet you still cling to the small favors others have given you..."

　"Think about it, the kind-hearted Arya died the day her mother died. You are Fu El, and we are Fu El."

　After saying that, Fu El turned and left, leaving Alia alone looking at the dark seabed.

　Looking at her gradually blurred reflection in the glass, Alia's hands trembled slightly.

　"Miss Saint..." she murmured softly, "What should I... do...?"

　"Is this the bright moon under the sea?"

　Looking at the blue moon projected in the center of the room, Xingmo held his chin.

　"Yes, it fell from the sky three months ago and sank to the bottom of the sea," Atelentica III whispered. "When it passed over the city of Aslan, the embryo entered a level four riot state."

　"It plunged into the depths of the ocean floor, paralyzing most of the underwater city-states before finally landing in the abyss."

　"Where is that?" Xingmo asked.

　"The deepest part of the Sea of ​​Mer is 7,800 meters below sea level. Only Laslanians who have mastered the Merman Way can survive in that area," Atelentika III spread out a map and pointed to Xingmo. "Three months ago, the Abyss City lost contact with us. We still don't know what happened down there."

　It seems that the chain reaction caused by the power of truth in this era is a bit too huge...

　Xing Mo couldn't help but imagine the grand scene of a pale blue moon sinking into the seabed. What a magnificent sight that would be.

　"Have you sent anyone to check?" Xing Mo asked.

　"There had been no such incidents until a few days ago, when some dark elves who called themselves the Children of Time suddenly appeared. Their leader assured me that she could get rid of the moon, so my people took them on a diving bell ride."

　As expected, Fu El got there first... Xing Mo shook her head and said:

　"Send me down, I'll handle it."

　"I'm sorry, because we've lost contact with the Abyss, only one diving bell capable of withstanding the pressure of the Abyss remains under maintenance, and it's currently being used by the dark elves." Atelentika III shook his head. "It would have been much better if you had arrived earlier."

　How can I control this... Xingmo stuck out her tongue:

　"Is there no other way to reach the Abyss?"

　"Yes, there is," Atelentika III hesitated, "but..."

　"As long as I can go, a one-way ticket is no problem," Xing Mo said bluntly. "I can travel down through the spirit world, but there may not be a landing point below. That's why I need a tool that can carry me from the real world to observe the seabed. If there's an emergency and I need to escape, I have plenty of ways to do it."

　"It's indeed a one-way ticket," Atelentica III stood up, "Please follow me."

　Following Atelentika III through the long corridor, Xingmo came to a secret room.

　The king walked to the center of the secret room and inserted the scepter in his hand into the ground. Light blue waves surged out of nowhere and quickly washed over the wall on one side of the secret room.

　As the waves washed over, a picture composed of green fluorescence gradually appeared on the walls of the secret room.

　In the picture, a round sphere carries a human-shaped symbol and is pushed into the sea.

　"It's just a one-way means of transportation?" Xing Mo raised his eyebrows.

　"This is the traditional torture of Laslan City, the Lightless Prison."

　Atelentica III spread out his hands, feeling a little guilty:

　"We seal those who have committed serious crimes into a high-density crystal ball, throw them into the abyss, and return them to the embrace of the sea."

　"The interior of the crystal sphere will continuously release breathable air—of course, at the cost of the sphere's dissolution. According to the ocean priests' calculations, the crystal sphere will explode three days after reaching the abyss, taking the prisoner with it."

　There's such a bizarre way of execution... Xingmo stuck out her tongue and pointed at the crystal ball:

　"So, you mean to put me in a ball and let me sink?"

　"That's why I hesitated. You are the goddess's messenger. Using this kind of punishment on you is obviously not... in accordance with etiquette."

　"Forget the formalities, let's do it this way," Xing Mo said decisively. "How long will it take to prepare?"

　"Three hours. You can take a break first."

　After confirming the method of deep diving, Xingmo was arranged in a room near the sea.

　She stood on the terrace, overlooking the sunny sea and looking at the prosperous city of Raslan.

　Xing Mo didn't know what would happen next. From what Atelentika III said, she could vaguely see that the current influence of the Moon Under the Sea on the city of Laslan was very huge, but he just didn't tell her everything.

　I don’t know how long this prosperity can last.

　Xingmo returned to the room, lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and concentrated her mind on her wrists.

　She could feel the umbilical cord resisting her—perhaps because the umbilical cord in this era was still part of the embryo, so it would be

　Affected.

　But even so, Xing Mo could feel that he could still enter the kingdom——

　""

　As he meditated, Xingmo's spirit dissipated, and part of it flowed into the umbilical cord.

　When she opened her eyes again, Xingmo was in a dark space - her consciousness entered the kingdom.

　Xing Mo immediately spotted a small floating island in the center of the kingdom. From the emerald green vegetation on the island, it was clear that it was created by Aurora.

　She floated to the island and, as expected, saw Aurora and her group.

　"Finally here! Remember you locked someone up?" Aurora stood on tiptoe and snatched Xingmo down from the air. "Wow, what a tiny little saint."

　"Oh, stop pinching, it hurts," Xingmo, whose spirit body was being pinched, puffed out her cheeks. "I can't let you out right now. The embryo is affecting me."

　"It's okay. I felt the influence, but it's limited," Perlis said calmly. "Aurora heard your conversation with the king through the mark. According to my estimation, as long as we dive to about six thousand meters, the embryo will lose its control over you."

　"That's good," Xing Mo nodded, "I'll let you out when we get to Abyss City."

　"The Abyss, that's an ominous place..." Yuwen said tremblingly, "Miss Saint, please protect yourself on the road."

　"Oh? Why is it ominous? Tell me about it."

　"Because that's where the Pale Angel sleeps!" Freya said seriously. "The people of Laslan go there all the time, just to pay tribute to the angel! If we go there, we have to be prepared!"

　Is the Abyss the place where the White Angel resides? Xing Mo suddenly had a bad premonition.

　It is unlikely that the pale angel would hide in the abyss...The most likely scenario is that the entrance to the angel's kingdom of God is in the abyss.

　And now, a bright moon under the sea, containing immense power of truth, has sunk there...

　For a moment, Xingmo seemed to foresee the difficulty of this journey.

Chapter 495: Moon Under the Sea (Part 4) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Xingmo still remembers the angel guarding the city when he arrived at the sunken city of Laslan.

　From Yuechen's mouth, we learned that the Pale Angel obeyed his orders and destroyed the Sea Cloud for him, finally saving the embryo from the fate of being taken into custody.

　Since the embryo was sealed by Laslan, does that mean that the destruction of Laslan City was also caused by the Pale Angel?

　"The bright moon beneath the sea is the power of truth..."

　Xingmo murmured softly, Yuechen's face appearing in his mind.

　"No, we have to go down as soon as possible, otherwise..."

　Otherwise what? Xing Mo suddenly paused.

　The city of Raslan has long been lost in the torrent of history. This is an established fact and a confirmed fate.

　This means that no one can stop this from happening, including Xingmo.

　She would never be able to catch up. Regardless of whether the power of truth continued to be transported to the past, the seal of the Pale Angel would most likely be torn apart by this incident.

　Destiny, a predetermined and unchangeable fate.

　As if she had read Xingmo's thoughts, Aurora spoke:

　“Cities are doomed to destruction, but people are not.”

　"you mean..."

　"Let the king evacuate the people. At least this will keep the flame of Laslan alive." Aurora said seriously.

　"Evacuate the people?"

　On the altar by the sea, Atelentika III looked at Xingmo in confusion, with a hint of puzzlement in his majestic eyes.

　"Why? Aslan City's coastal defense system can withstand tsunami waves over a thousand meters high. Even if the sea trembles under the wrath of God, our city can survive."

　"What if the sea itself decides to destroy your city?" Xingmo asked bluntly.

　For a moment, Atelentika III was stunned. He looked up at the sea, then at the sea priest beside him, and at the wave relief on the trident in the priest's hand.

　"Ring the bell, then," Atelentika III waved his hand. "Evacuate the civilians to the area around the island first. As for those further afield... the Laslan people's rule is never to go ashore..."

　"By the way, let Adela take the children and leave as well. Tell her to wait for me at the roundabout."

　After giving all these instructions, Atelentika III turned to Xingmo, his face still showing the majesty of a king.

　"Okay, angel, can we get started?"

　"nature."

　Although their contact was short, Xingmo admired the king very much: he was decisive and not indecisive, and he was willing to listen to advice instead of following a set of rigid principles.

　Even though the coastal defense system of Laslan City was very powerful, he issued the evacuation order without any hesitation in response to Xingmo's warning.

　This is the real king...

　Xingmo walked to the center of the altar and nodded to Atalendika III beside him.

　Atelentica raised the scepter, and light blue waves climbed up along the scepter, quickly outlining the pattern of waves, and finally gathered into a trident at the head of the scepter.

　"Dang!" He knocked the trident to the ground, and the waves instantly outlined the altar under Xingmo's feet, and cirrus clouds and waves gathered around her.

　"Ah! Sea, waves, and sea breeze! We offer wine and songs, straw and spices, mutton and milk!"

　The recitation of the prayer completely activated the altar