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

　Alia was suddenly hugged, and warmth came over her like an overwhelming force, drowning her.

　She looked up and saw the face she had only seen in her dreams.

　"Mother..."

　At this moment, both Arya and Fu El were as motionless as stone statues.

Chapter 497: Moon Under the Sea (Part 6) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　A faint light burned on Alia's chest, quickly healing the wound.

　Alia stared blankly at the woman in front of her. She only existed in her memory, her face was already blurred, and even when she was briefly focused, it was only the time before her death.

　But now, she was actually standing here, looking at Arya's wound with concern.

　""

　Arya and Fu El both wanted to speak, but before that, their mother whispered:

　"That was his plan, right? Toki no Misaki, you guys came back from the future, right?"

　"I..." Arya was halfway through her sentence when Fu El grabbed control and shouted, "Mother! Don't go to the birthday party in three days! A-Tas will kill hundreds of soldiers, and you will die protecting the people in the palace! He is here to kill you! He has been brainwashed by the goddess's followers!"

　"A. Tas..." the mother murmured, "I haven't seen him for a long time."

　"Don't go, I beg you," Arya heard Fu El's voice start to cry for the first time. "Please, if you didn't... if you..."

　"If I hadn't died, would you still be my little Arya?"

　Her mother's face brushed gently against Alya's cheek, a faint smile playing on her lips.

　For a moment, Fu El was completely stunned. She opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

　"You thought it was an accident, but your father had planned that day long ago," Mother shook her head gently. "He's a madman. After reading the stone tablet, he went completely mad. I didn't let you train with the sword so that you wouldn't embark on the path of the dark elves, but he didn't think so."

　"He loves me, but his fear has long surpassed his love. He needs a Fu El as his bloodline to pave the way..."

　"You...you mean..."

　"Countless Fu-El will be born from you, through the time grafting method," the mother shook her head sadly. "Our daughter will continue to travel into the future and continue to sacrifice, but he feels..."

　"You will have Arya by your side, isn't that enough?" The king's back was dark on the terrace in the sunset, and his words were also filled with darkness.

　"You are not that kind of child

　"My dear, do you know?" the mother whispered to Fu El, "He will use extreme madness to shape you and turn you into a bloodthirsty madman, but that is not you."

　"But I..." Fu El murmured, "But I..."

　Two lines of tears ran down her cheeks, and she cried, crying heartbreakingly:

　"But I became like this... because I lost you..."

　Fu El threw herself into her mother's arms, and her layers of madness were shattered, flowing out bit by bit with her tears and falling into the boundless void.

　The mother said nothing, but just patted Fu El's back silently and rubbed her head continuously.

　"Okay... okay..." the mother said with a chuckle, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I hadn't left, would you not have become like this?"

　"Mom...Mom..."

　"She'll go crazy because of her mother's departure. My little Alia is actually kinder than I thought...but..."

　Looking at the wound on Alia's chest, her mother's expression suddenly became sad.

　"Does it hurt?"

　"Please don't go to the birthday party, okay?" Fu El begged, "Please, please don't go..."

　"Silly child," the mother stroked Fu El's cheek, "You understand the time grafting method, don't you? Now you are just talking to a... grafted version of me. This time line won't last long and will disappear..."

　"If I were dead, I would already be dead. I would soon be gone. What's the point of asking a dead person not to rush towards his own death?"

　"I'm just an illusion, I know, but..."

　The mother hugged Fu El tightly and smiled with satisfaction:

　"But I know how kind my Arya is. Even though you have been tortured beyond recognition by the mission imposed on you, you are still a kind child."

　"Mother..."

　"Time cannot be manipulated. Don't fight for that meaningless goal, no matter how your father packages it as a supreme mission," the mother murmured softly. "Do what you believe is right, Fu-El. Use your kindness to save our compatriots from that apocalypse and let the blood of the dark elves continue to flow."

　"Let the children live, for even under the star of injustice they are innocent."

　After saying that, the mother let go of Fu El and helped her stand up.

　The surrounding space began to tremble. The time grafting method was approaching the critical value and would soon collapse.

　In the last moments, the mother gently smoothed the tear marks on her daughter's face, tidied her bangs, and looked at the little girl with bright eyes with joy.

　"So beautiful," she whispered, "You've grown so big."

　Time and space gradually disintegrated, turning into snowflake-like foam inch by inch, splashing everywhere.

　Arya stood alone in the darkness, surrounded by broken glass, surrounding the dream of life she had woven for herself.

　At some point, she stopped splitting.

　She is Fu-El, descendant of the Dark Elf King, a warrior, and leader of the Children of Time.

　She is Alia, a wanderer from the Kingdom of Messina and a nun of the Holy Tree Cult.

　As the madness caused by memories gradually faded, Fu El became her, and she became Fu El.

　They are the same person, so how can they be divided?

　Suddenly, the rift opened up and Alia returned to the Abyss City.

　The moment she appeared, the rift that was created after the death of the pale apostle also appeared out of thin air.

　"Aliya?"

　Alia turned her head slightly, and what came into her sight was the worried face of the Saint Lady.

　Xingmo walked towards Aaliyah step by step. She didn't have a wand in her hand, but she was ready to draw it at any time.

　She didn't know Arya's current condition. As Miss Perlis said, if she judged based on emotion, it would only make things worse.

　""

　Watching Xingmo approaching step by step, Alia raised her head with a firm expression on her face.

　"Miss Saint..." she said softly.

　"Are you Arya or Fu El?" Xingmo asked.

　"Both," Arya said with a firm look, "I am Fu El, and I am also Arya."

　"So what are your plans next?" Xingmo walked up to Alia and looked directly into her eyes. "Are you going to continue on to the past?"

　"Miss Saint, I have a request..."

　Alia took a deep breath, and her eyes were no longer gray. A faint blue halo lingered around her eyeballs.

　Xing Mo could feel that Alia's aura was different. She had become a demigod - or perhaps she was originally a demigod.

　"I want to go back in time," Arya whispered, "but not for the Sorrow of Time. I want to save as many dark elves as possible from the light of the goddess."

　After hearing this, Xingmo relaxed a lot.

　She frowned slightly and said carefully:

　"If we continue to travel into the past, we will have to detonate the Moon Under the Sea, which is likely to cause disaster in Raslan."

　"Raslan has suffered a disaster," Alia whispered. "No matter what we do, he will suffer a disaster."

　"The same goes for the Dark Elf Dynasty. The king's people were wiped out in that golden disaster." Xing Mo said.

　"I know."

　Aaliyah closed her eyes, a look of deep sorrow on her face.

　Different from the ignorant and powerless little girl

　Girl, she seemed to have grown up a lot overnight.

　She inherited Fu El's memory and power, and also retained Arya's kindness and innocence. It was these very different characteristics that blended together and turned into a ball of fire that constantly burned her chest.

　"But I have to do this," Arya said. "It was my mother's last wish."

　If the torrent of fate is irresistible, then try to save as many people as possible. This is Arya's conclusion.

　She wants to protect the dark elves, but not by destroying others.

　""

　Looking at Alia's determined eyes, Xingmo nodded:

　"it is good."

　She turned her head to look at the bright moon outside the window, thought for a while, and said:

　"But we can't open the rift directly, otherwise Raslan will be affected."

　"Why bother?"

　A sudden voice suddenly rang out, and Xingmo suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis at the back of his neck.

　When I turned around, I saw that Father Enoch had stood in front of the crack and reached out to grab it.

　“Oh no!” Freya yelled. “That rift—”

　Perlis was the first to react. Crimson lightning burst out, and her blade instantly tore through Father Enoch's throat.

　"Sizzle!"

　Enoch's head flew out, exploded in the air, and immediately turned into thousands of golden lights.

　The golden light awakened almost at the same time, and each fragment turned into an independent shadow - countless Enoch priests were suspended in the air with their six wings spread out.

　Each shadow took out a holy book, flipped open the pages with a rustling sound, and chanting rang out from the air:

　“So the priest shall enter the holy place, bringing with him a bull for a sin offering and a ram for a burnt offering.”

　"And they shall put on holy linen garments, and have linen breeches upon their bodies, and have linen sashes girded about their loins, and have linen mitres on their heads: it is holy garments: and they shall wash their bodies with water."

　The golden light instantly focused in the air, but it did not fly towards the crack, but flew towards Perlis.

　The golden light quickly transformed into growing branches in the air, spreading out continuously and forming a web that covered the sky and the earth.

　That's fate.

　""

　Looking at the golden branches covering the sky, Perlis lightly spun the butterfly knife.

　A white flame ignited from between the fingers, covering the silver butterfly knife with a faint white light.

　Then, she swung her knife, colliding with the oncoming golden branches—

　"bass"

　The white flames instantly burned the overwhelming branches of fate. In an instant, the sky was filled with white flames and fire rain poured down.

　Seeing this, Enoch's mouth curled up slightly:

　"Outer God, have you run out of tricks?"

　He naturally knew about tidal locking, and also knew the effect of the Crimson Moon on Perlis - as long as he used the power of White Flame, her projection would be locked and destroyed.

　However, before Father Enoch could finish his words, his eyes froze slightly——

　——A golden branch of destiny was grasped in Perlis's hand at some point and pierced into her shoulder.

　That was the fate that Father Enoch had mobilized, and at that moment, the fate of the two was connected.

　"buzz"

　The crimson light descended from outer space into the real world, instantly pressing Perlis to the point where she almost fell, but the White Flame Seat in her pupils withstood the pressure for her.

　But Father Enoch was different. The crimson light almost instantly destroyed his projections suspended in the air—they quickly disintegrated in the crimson light, exploding one after another like blooming fireworks.

　Perlis linked her fate with Father Enoch's, and together they endured the tidal lock.

　Father Enoch is an angel, and so many clones are enough to share most of the damage, so Perlis was not hurt much.

　Just when everyone thought the battle was over, suddenly, a scream was heard.