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

　Although the royal capital had been under blockade for such a long time and no one had maintained the streets for a long time, Xingmo still felt a strong contrast.

　The capital she saw in the modern timeline was a completely dead city. Gray fog swept over the streets. Apart from the gloomy wind and unfriendly nature spirits, there were also the madmen of the Bean Society. It was not really a tourist attraction.

　However, this royal capital appears magnificent and ancient. Just imagining the streets crowded with people makes people want to come here for vacation.

　Certainly not for vacations during times like these.

　After following Collison, Linda, and Casey around the streets for a long time, Xingmo was taken from under a bridge into the sewer.

　To be honest, she didn't have a good impression of the sewers, but fortunately the environment inside the sewers was good. It seemed that the so-called rebels still paid attention to their living environment.

　The deeper you go, the better the environment on both sides of the sewer becomes, and various living facilities gradually appear. Although they are certainly not very hygienic from a modern perspective, they can at least provide the basic conditions for survival.

　Soon, Xing Mo saw a row of people standing in front of him. The old man in the lead was leaning on a cane, one eye was covered with an eye patch, and the other eye was staring at the group fiercely.

　"Oh no..." Linda's mouth twitched.

　"Grandpa Killens, good evening." Collison waved his hand as if it didn't matter.

　"You blew up the barracks again?" Grandpa Kielens growled. "Don't you know how dangerous this is? That mad king is probably going to start the sacrifice soon. Are you just dying out there?"

　"If we don't bomb the barracks, we'll still die outside!" Collison said confidently. "Besides, we're not dead, are we?"

　"We didn't die because of this lady's rescue," the dark elf Casey, who had been very quiet until now, suddenly spoke up, "A dynasty general stopped us."

　"Dynasty General? Are you sure you didn't leave any tails?" Kirens' eyes suddenly widened.

　"Grandpa, he's dead. Killed by this young lady," Collison said with a very proud look. "Um, young lady...?"

　"Ok?"

　Xing Mo, who had been thinking, suddenly came to his senses and nodded to Kirens opposite him.

　"Ah."

　"You killed him?" Kierens frowned slightly, "He was a saint."

　"Ah."

　"Are there still anti-dynasty saints out there who haven't been caught?" Kierens was a little bit incredulous.

　"Grandpa, this young lady shouldn't just be a saint..." Linda said cautiously, "She...she killed that dynasty general with just one move."

　"One move?" Killens turned serious. "Does that mean you're a demigod?"

　"Ah."

　"Then may I ask where you, the demigod, came from, and why are you in the capital? As far as I know, no one can enter now."

　"I will solve the problem of time," Xing Mo said neatly, "you have feelings.

　Report it?"

　"How do I know you are not a spy for the Dark Elf King?" Kirens raised his eyebrows.

　"It's very simple."

　Xingmo suddenly raised her wand, and the next second, precise flame rings were placed around the necks of everyone in the sewer.

　Feeling the heat on his neck, Kierens' expression became more serious.

　"If I wanted to, you would have died long ago." Xing Mo said lightly.

　She was too lazy to spend time winning trust. It was already this point, misfortunes could happen at any time, and she had to get the information.

　Xingmo waved her wand and the flames dissipated. She walked up to Gilens and looked him straight in the eye.

　"You are a soldier." Xing Mo said lightly.

　"You're quite perceptive. Indeed, I was once the commander of the Western City of the Royal Capital Guard," Gilens nodded slightly. "You must have witnessed the atrocities committed by the emperor, so it's not hard to understand why I led a resistance army to hide in the sewers."

　"How long will the time conflict last? Approximately?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Less than three days. Today, the Moon Lich's spirit witches are all over the streets. Several of our observation posts have been taken down. If I'm not mistaken, the Mad King should have already started preparing the Moon Altar."

　"Altar of the Moon?"

　"He intends to devour everyone in the capital, the remains of the demigods of past Dark Elf Kings, and some extraordinary creatures he hunted from who knows where, and then ascend to become an angel."

　When I heard the word "angel", the torrent of history suddenly rushed over me.

　According to history books, the Dark Elf King was killed by the Golden Disaster because he tried to be promoted to an angel.

　But doesn't he need to use the misfortune of time to destroy the timeline? Why did he ascend to angel status? Doesn't this attract the attention of the heavens?

　Could it be that...Shi Zhichuan encountered some obstacles, so the Dark Elf King needs to upgrade to fight against those obstacles?

　Recalling the golden starlight above the silver-white giant tree, Xingmo suddenly understood.

　Could being promoted to an angel really tear apart the protection that the Star Sea Goddess had created for the timeline? Xing Mo simply didn't believe it.

　Not to mention that in history the goddess personally stepped in to suppress this tendency.

　It seems... maybe the Golden Disaster doesn't require me to do much...

　Thinking of this, Xingmo suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

　Perhaps, I could observe the goddess closely and see if I could steal her qualifying characteristics, and then, like Vivian, complete the ritual of upgrading to an angel by projecting the identity of the Star Sea Goddess onto myself.

　Well... after all, this is the only time in history that the goddess has descended in person. Relying on the induction of the golden stars and the moon, it should be possible to steal the characteristics.

　Just gotta get closer...

　Besides that, there is Arya's wish that needs to be fulfilled: she wants to save as many lives as possible from the Golden Disaster.

　"What are you planning to do next, evacuate the city?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Well," Kielence grunted, "but the Moon Lich is reinforcing the city's blockade, so we don't have much time."

　"I can help you break through. Gather as many residents as possible." Xing Mo closed his eyes.

　"Excuse me, even if you're a demigod, you can't protect so many of us," Kierens said bluntly. "I can fight with all my old bones, but you obviously still have concerns, right?"

　"It's not just me," Xingmo said, "I have helpers."

　She gently turned her wrist, the entrance to the umbilical cord opened, the kingdom opened up, and three figures walked out.

　They are Alia, Freya and Yuwen.

　However, the moment Alia appeared in the sewer, Kirens suddenly drew out the saber at his waist, and pale blue flames surged from the blade.

　"Back off!" he yelled. "Everyone! Back off! Ring the bells to escape?"

　What's going on? Xingmo was confused for a moment, but when she looked at Alia, she saw that her face was calm.

　"Killens, I'm here to help you." Alia said softly.

　"Fu El, the executioner of the Eastern Front! As expected, was it that old man who sent you here? Don't worry, I won't let you take a single step out of here!"

　Kierens looked at Alia with tears in his eyes, and Alia sighed softly.

　For the first time, time left traces on her expression, and she seemed to have grown up overnight.

Chapter 501: Established (Part 3) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Facing Killens's anger, Alia appeared remarkably calm.

　She glanced at the rebels behind Kirens, sighed slightly, and said:

　"I'm here to help you."

　"Bullshit! Have you forgotten the abominations you committed on the Eastern Front?" Gilens roared. "Three thousand five hundred soldiers! Sent to their deaths by your single command, charging into the Amber Principality's positions! Once they were dead, you ignited their supernatural essence with fire, burning the city's residents alive!"

　"Have you forgotten everything? You king's lackey!"

　"I remember everything," Arya nodded, "but today, I'm here to help you."

　"Help us? You mean hang us on the city wall?" Collison pulled Casey and Linda back several steps. "You haven't forgotten the orders you gave, have you?"

　"I haven't forgotten," Arya said. "How can you trust me?"

　"Don't even think about it unless you give me your life!" Killens growled.

　"it is good."

　Leah nodded decisively. After Fu El'er's return, she had all the memories she had lost, and naturally knew what her crazy self had done.

　She would not deny that it was her, even if she was a monster guided by the Dark Elf King.

　She will take all the responsibility.

　"broken."

　With a sharp movement of her hand, Alia held a phonograph stone in her hand.

　With a flick of her thumb, the stone split in two.

　Alia put half of the stone on her neck and threw the other half directly to Kierens.

　Killens took the stone and was stunned for a moment, looking at Alia in disbelief.

　"Are you crazy?"

　"If you think I want to harm you, crush that stone and I will die," Arya said calmly. "You know the power of truth. I don't need to repeat it, do I? Even I can't withstand this blow."

　"you..."

　Kirens looked at Alia as if he were a monster. For a moment, he even had an illusion - the executioner on the Eastern Front in his memory had never existed.

　"Why are you helping us?" Killens squeezed out a sentence.

　"Because sacrificing so many people was wrong, it's that simple." Arya shook her head slightly. "You didn't deserve to die."

　"It's really hard to believe that you said this when almost all the low-level dark elves were captured by you and put into concentration camps..." Kirens sneered.

　"Since you know the Moon Altar is about to open, stop talking nonsense," Arya said, twisting her neck. "Do you have an evacuation plan?"

　After hesitating for a long time, Killens clenched his fists and decided to take a gamble.

　"Okay, I'm warning you, if you try anything else, I won't hesitate just because I've worked with you before."

　He turned around and waved, signaling the group to follow.

　Ten minutes later, in the simple underground meeting room, Killens spread out the map.

　He raised his head, glanced at several new friends, and said:

　"Aren't you going to introduce yourself? My friend who fell from the sky?"

　"Shikoti Amura," Xingmo said, "a human."

　"Where is your hometown?" asked Killens.

　"In the sky." Xing Mo replied.

　Xingmo was serious. He couldn't just say the Citadel of Academi. There wasn't even a Citadel of Academi at the moment.

　Kierens obviously regarded Xingmo's answer as perfunctory. He smiled and turned to look at Freya and Yuwen:

　"Are you two light elves?"

　"Nice to meet you. We rarely see...ordinary dark elves anymore." Yuwen nodded with a smile.

　"Oh? Aren't they everywhere in the city? Could it be that you are from another principality?" Kirens felt a little strange.

　"We are tribal people." Freya blinked.

　"You're truly farsighted! The people of the dynasty once mocked those reclusive elves, believing them to be pedantic and traditional." Gilens shook his head. "Now, the capital has become a prison, and the people of the dynasty are at the mercy of others, yet we can't think of any solution."

　"We will resolve the dilemma," Juve said gently.

　"But how did you two light elves end up mixing with Fu El?" Gilens's eyes suddenly sharpened. "You should know about the executioner on the Eastern Front, right?"

　"Exactly... no..."

　Freya was halfway through her words when Yuwen interrupted her:

　"I know, I know. But Miss Fu El is eager to save people. We should give everyone enough opportunities, right?"

　"Huh, really?"

　Kielence looked at Arya again. Obviously, he still didn't trust the dark elf.

　"Let me introduce these little guys to you," Kierens pointed to the trio beside him, "Collison, my grandson. His father died on the Eastern Front."

　"Collison didn't say anything, but the look he gave Arya clearly contained a lot of hostility.

　"Linda, the most outstanding light elf poet in the resistance army, can chant most of the poems in the Record of the Known."