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

　"rest assured."

　Xing Mo closed his eyes and began to adjust his state, mobilizing the extraordinary source energy in his body and starting it to boil.

　What Miss Perlis said made sense. After all, Arya had been in the enemy camp for so long, it was hard to say whether she would be influenced by Fu El.

　But no matter what, Xingmo's first priority is still to protect Alia's safety.

　There's no other reason, she's a companion, that's all.

　"call."

　Xingmo raised her wrist, the kingdom opened, and Freya threw a silver ring out from it.

　The silver ring directly penetrated the crystal ball and flew quickly towards the glass roof of the Abyss City, bringing out a burst of bubbles in the sea water.

　"Gululu..."

　Boiling bubbles gushed out from the pale apostle's trident and quickly gathered around his body.

　The next second, dozens of blue light blades slashed at its body—

　"boom"

　The moment the light blades touched, bubbles burst, and the scorching airflow instantly blew away the children of time.

　Fu El was the only one who didn't retreat. She swung her arm violently, and the scorching steel blade fell off. A fine steel dagger sprang out from her arm and stabbed at the pale apostle.

　"Pfft!"

　The moment the dagger pierced the apostle's body, Fu El shouted with a sinister smile:

　"broken!"

　"boom"

　The exploding colored glass spread out from the point where the dagger had penetrated, instantly tearing the pale apostle's body apart.

　Its body suddenly exploded into a broken skeleton, and it stuck its trident into the ground, barely standing.

　Seizing this opportunity, Fu El closed her visor, and rays of blue light burst forth from the shuttle.

　“Swish, swish, swish, swish—”

　During the still time, Fu El slashed out hundreds of times in succession, all of which converged on the body of the pale apostle.

　The next second, its body exploded, pale light splattered, and only a thin crack remained suspended in the air.

　Fu El reached out to reach the crack, and just as she was about to touch it, a slight shattering sound was heard above her head.

　The descendants looked up and saw that the ring had created a gap in the glass dome. A crystal ball fell from above and hit the ground.

　"Pfft!"

　A ray of emerald light emerged from the shattered crystal ball. Before the descendants could react, Xingmo raised her wrist.

　"Miss Perlis!"

　The kingdom unfolded, and in the next second, light and shadow flickered. The descendants only had time to see a flash of silver light before they fell like straw.

　Fu El turned her head sharply and saw the girl, spinning a butterfly knife, standing behind her children, her body swirling with crimson lightning.

　The moment they saw the girl turn around, the remaining descendants activated the shuttle at the same time.

　In the time rift, they rushed towards Perlis, who was frozen in an instant, from different angles, with pale blue flames burning on the steel blades in their hands.

　Just as their swords were about to strike Perlis, they saw a horrifying scene—

　——Perlis’ eyes slowly moved in the still time, scanning each of them.

　Crimson arcs of electricity spread across the still rift of time, quickly wrapping around Perlis. She slowly began to move, her butterfly blade spinning rapidly as it slashed towards the offspring closest to her.

　"clang!"

　The steel blade broke, and Perlis slashed and stabbed. A long line of blood spurted out of the heir's throat, and his body also stopped in the time rift.

　Then, the second person, the third person, as the silver blades kept flashing, the hunting grounds of the descendants became their funerals, streams of blood sprayed into the air, and then paused in the air.

　From a realistic perspective, the battle was over in just a moment.

　Except for Fu El, all the descendants were killed instantly, and blood rained down from the sky.

　Just as Fu El was about to move, she saw Yuven raise his wrist and chant:

　"I looked down upon the earth, and, behold, it was formless; I looked up at the heavens, and, behold, they were dark. For God has said, 'The whole earth shall be desolate,' but I will not destroy it utterly. Therefore the earth shall mourn, and the heavens above shall be dark. For I have spoken it, I have purposed it; I will not repent, nor will I turn back from doing it."

　A golden glow instantly burst out from the back of Fu El's neck - she had been pierced by Freya's dagger before, and a seed exploded at this moment.

　Withered vines emerged from her wounds and quickly penetrated her armor, controlling her body inch by inch.

　Seeing that Fu El was unable to move, she suddenly turned to look at Alia.

　"Time is up!"

　The next second, the shuttle on her body unfolded, bursting the withered vines, and a blurry mass of flesh and blood fell out from the armor.

　That's her body! It no longer looks like a human!

　A closer look revealed that the broken crown was embedded in her chest.

　Fu El had already lost control! She had seen this coming! Arya now understood why she had acted so violently in the diving bell!

　She knew the huge gap in combat power between the enemy and us, and had long been betting herself as a bargaining chip, waiting for this moment.

　“Sizzle——”

　The tumor transformed into an arm, grabbed the pale apostle's trident, and slammed it into the ground.

　"Ding"

　Violent sound waves erupted, instantly pushing everyone away and clearing a space in the center of the venue.

　Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fu El reached out to grab the rift, the rift that could open the Pale Angel Kingdom.

　The moment she grabbed the crack, the squirming flesh and blood quickly crystallized, and layers of pale blue crystal armor covered her flesh and blood, quickly turning her into a half-elf, half-crystal monster.

　The crack was rapidly reflecting on the crystals on her body surface. Just as it was about to reach the threshold, a strong wind blew and Xingmo appeared in front of her.

　"Oh, Saint Lady..." Fu Elle made a strange sound with four or five overlapping tones. "You just don't learn from your mistakes, do you?"

　She slammed the broken crown on her chest, activated the time grafting technique, and shattered glass gushed out.

　Facing the broken glass, Xing Mo rushed forward without hesitation.

　Her plan was simple—she would take the Shattered Crown's fatal blow herself, and then have the others control Fu El.

　Xing Mo also thought about whether to use the String of Fate to directly control the direction of the flow, so that the battle can be settled quickly.

　But she rejected this idea - in the duel inside the iceberg, the consequence of her using the Strings of Fate was that Arya suffered the misfortune of time.

　She didn't want to manipulate other people's fate to protect herself, like Father Enoch.

　""

　However, just as Xing Mo was about to be swallowed by the broken glass, a petite figure appeared in front of her again.

　It was Arya, holding a dagger, a light flashing in her eyes.

　"Alia..." Xingmo and Fu El spoke almost at the same time.

　This time, there were no strings of fate.

　"Fou El, you are not allowed to hurt anyone again!" Arya yelled. "Time!"

　She suddenly smashed the rune dagger at Fu El, and at the moment her body was swallowed by the broken glass, the dagger also hit the broken crown.

　"clang----"

　The chimes of time rang out, and countless broken pieces of glass entangled with the bodies of Alia and Fu El, quickly surrounding the two of them.

　They fell into the chasm together, falling rapidly above the silver tree and wrestling into a ball.

　"You traitor! Damn traitor!" Fu El roared, "You betrayed the dark elves! You betrayed your father! You—"

　"You betrayed Mother!" Arya screamed. "You killed innocent people. You are mad! Mother wouldn't want me to be like you!"

　"I am you! You are me!" Fu El roared. "You betrayed me, and you betrayed yourself!"

　"No! Shut up!" Arya roared. "Time!"

　All that had been accumulated seemed to burst out at this moment, the confusion, the warmth, and the oppression from past memories.

　Shattered glass flowed from Arya's wrist. This was her innate talent, the scar left after she was shattered by the timeline, and the evidence she used to prove her existence.

　"I'm not you! I'm Alya!"

　A solid punch hit Fu El's face, and blood flew out along with several teeth, reflecting into a bright red ocean among the broken glass.

　Fu El reacted and started punching Alia in the face. The two dark elves fought in the time tunnel, blood flying everywhere, and only two pairs of blue eyes stared at each other.

　Their outlines gradually became blurred and fragmented, then began to reshape, and finally pieced together piece by piece.

　“Heh—”

　Alia took a deep breath and when she looked up again, she found herself kneeling on the ground in the bamboo forest.

　She subconsciously wanted to get up, but she felt that half of her vision suddenly became dark and the rest of her body became numb.

　She saw her left hand pinching

　She grabbed her neck—that was Fu El!

　"Give me control! You coward!" Fu-El growled. "The dark elves don't need cowards like you! I will reshape the great timeline! I will restore my father's glory to the earth!"

　"You will never... succeed..."

　Enduring the suffocation, Arya drew the dagger from her waist and pointed it at her heart.

　In fact, after wandering around in those nightmares, Alia had already made her choice.

　The Star Sea Goddess destroyed the old royal capital, and her followers killed her mother, but all this has nothing to do with the countless creatures in later generations.

　There is only one person who needs to pay the price for this, and that is the Star Sea Goddess.

　Alia knew that the Saint Lady had also been fighting against the fate of the goddess, and she would definitely reach the end of that fate and confront the goddess.

　As long as she can help Miss Saint, she will have fulfilled her responsibility as a dark elf royal family.

　During her time in the underground arena in the North City, she was known as the Soul Giver. Even the most ordinary blade in her hands could penetrate any armor.

　Naturally, this blade can also pierce her heart.

　Her heart had been extremely cold during those dark days. Perhaps if the Saint had not appeared, she would really have become Fu El.

　But a beam of light is enough to illuminate that dark period.

　"Ahem...uh..."

　The hand that belonged to Fo-El grabbed Alya's wrist, preventing her from pressing the blade down.

　"Let me go...you traitor...let me go..."

　""

　Arya pushed hard, feeling the blade sinking into her skin inch by inch, feeling the blood gushing out, and feeling the stinging pain spreading.

　Fu El's strength could not match hers. Alia had long guessed from the fragments of her memories: the separated Alia was the real body, and Fu El was just a crazy personality that emerged after her mother's death.

　The Dark Elf King wanted a warrior skilled in swordsmanship, so he naturally left Fu El behind.

　Fu El had gone mad a long time ago, and her madness had torn her apart in the torrent of time, but she was alone from beginning to end.

　Kindness is not her nature. If she had not met the Saint, she would have fallen as well.

　so...

　"Miss Saint..."

　As the blade gradually penetrated the ribs, a faint smile appeared on the right half of Alia's face.

　How stupid it is to put all your hopes on one person just because that person gave you a ray of light.

　If my father knew, he would definitely think I was useless, right? I didn't learn the cruelty of the dark elves, but was instead tamed by this small favor, becoming a sacrificial pawn.

　Mother...

　"Aliya?"

　The sound of running came from behind, and someone grabbed the dagger in Arya's hand and threw it aside.