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

　"Hello." Linda waved cautiously.

　"Hello!" Freya obviously had a liking for this girl whose hair color was the same as hers.

　"And Casey, our dark elf priest. Most of the mantras are controlled by him. She is a being who can use the dark strings."

　"Yeah." Dark Elf Casey nodded slightly.

　"The resistance forces consist of seven saints and thirty-five four-string wizards. These are the only ones who can be effective in a battle of this level. The rest are basically incompetent personnel."

　Killens placed a few chess pieces on the map in a very random manner, and the pieces fell all over the place.

　Xing Mo shook his head, picked up two chess pieces from the side, and placed them in the middle:

　"Now, you have two more demigods and two more saints," she said.

　"Even so, we still can't ensure their evacuation. Even the Dynasty Wall Guards currently have at least six demigods." Kierens arranged two chess pieces of six.

　"Focus on one area and end the battle before the other demigods react. I can lead you directly over the city wall, but they will definitely pursue us." Xingmo pushed three of the six chess pieces away. "If they pursue us, I alone can handle three demigods. Alia... Fu El will be responsible for escorting the civilians through."

　"Are you sure? You can't be a hero by trying to be brave at a time like this." Killens narrowed his eyes slightly.

　"If you want to be more safe, we can only find a few more saints to form a barely equal fighting force." Xing Mo said calmly. She knew that it was impossible to expect Kirens to trust her.

　"That's what I thought too. We need to rescue some allies."

　As Kielence spoke, he placed his finger on an area around the second ring road in the city center.

　"Baratheon Prison, a concentration camp where most of the Dynasty rebels are imprisoned. I have three allies in there, all of them Dynasty generals."

　That is, the three saints... Xing Mo nodded slightly:

　"Are you sure they're still alive?"

　"The Saint's extraordinary essence is good food for the Moon Altar," Kilens smiled. "How could the king be willing to let them die?"

　"When will the attack begin?" Xing Mo asked.

　"I haven't even mentioned the prison guards yet, are you so anxious?" Killens was a little surprised.

　"Then tell me." Xing Mo spread her hands. She was actually too lazy to over-plan for a situation that could be easily resolved because it was a waste of time.

　"Six saints and even the Moon Lich patrol this prison from time to time. She is a demigod, and a demigod with an extremely harmonious transcendent essence. She is a demigod among demigods."

　After Kirens finished speaking, he found that Xingmo and Alia still had no expression on their faces, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

　"Six saints, under normal circumstances, can restrain two demigods, right?" He even suspected that he had misunderstood.

　"Yeah, that's right," Xingmo nodded, "Then how do we fight?"

　"Killens frowned speechlessly, then said:

　"Baratheon Prison is located in the center of the city's lake. Aside from a heavily guarded main road, the only way to enter is by swimming. We'll scale the high walls from the west, sneak in, take our old friends, and escape."

　"Only save the saints?" Xing Mo asked.

　"We don't have a chance to take the others out." Killens shook his head.

　"Oh, okay," Xingmo said, not wanting to say more. "When are we leaving?"

　"If you are so confident, then do it now."

　"Boom!"

　Thunder flashed, and star foam floated on the dark water, rising and falling with the waves.

　Amidst the torrential rain, she looked up and saw the high walls of Baratheon Prison.

　At this moment, a shawl woven from shimmering waves was draped over her shoulders. Even though she was on the surface of the water, the water seemed to be at a slight distance from her body, and her clothes were not wet.

　But the Kierens beside her was different. He was shirtless and used his scarred arms to wipe his hair:

　"Can you see the whistle up there?" asked Killens in a low voice.

　Xingmo nodded, raised his wand, and tapped it twice towards the night sky.

　The darkness in the night suddenly twisted, took away some things, and then returned to normal.

　"The whistle solved it."

　After saying that, Xingmo snapped his fingers, and his body flew up with white mist and flames rising, and stepped on the high wall of the prison.

　There was a layer of water on the soles of her feet, which merged with the rainwater flowing down the wall, allowing her to walk vertically on the wall.

　Killens rolled his eyes at the almost horrifying scene, then took out a device modified from a harpoon from behind him.

　With a "snap!", a rope flew up the wall and stuck deep into the cracks of the wall.

　The tough guy climbed up by pulling the rope in the heavy rain. About fifteen minutes later, an arm climbed up the wall and pulled up his muscular body.

　As soon as he landed, Kirens saw Xingmo standing with two Dynasty soldiers.

　"!"

　He subconsciously thought it was a betrayal, and then he heard Xing Mo say:

　"Go ahead, open the door."

　The two Dynasty soldiers nodded and walked towards the iron gate of the watchtower blankly.

　Hidden string? Killens frowned, feeling incredible.

　He followed Xing Mo into the warm interior of the watchtower, threw the harpoon behind him to the ground, and then drew a knife from his waist and slashed the throats of two dynasty soldiers who were standing there motionless.

　"They're already dead," Xingmo said as she fiddled with the umbilical cord. "Do you hate them so much?"

　"A bunch of traitors." Killens wiped the blood from the knife on his clothes.

　Xing Mo didn't comment. With a flick of her wrist, several figures appeared in the room.

　They are Alia, Freya, Yuwen, Collison, Linda and Casey.

　As soon as everyone appeared, they immediately became alert, and when they found the surrounding environment was safe, they breathed a sigh of relief.

　"How could you get in so easily?" Linda stuck out her tongue. "This is Baratheon Prison."

　"We've been to places more impressive than this," Freya blinked excitedly. "Have you ever heard of a bank?"

　"Bank?" Linda tilted her head, not knowing what the word meant.

　"Don't waste time, we have to go rescue Uncle Boot and the others." Collison glanced at Alia warily, "Let's go."

　"Don't worry," Xingmo shook her head and turned to look at Alia, "Come on."

　"Ah."

　Alia nodded slightly, and the shuttle closed around her body inch by inch, emitting a pale blue halo.

　With a "buzz", Alia's figure flashed.

　"solved."

　She swung the steel blade on her arm, and a long trail of blood spilled onto the ground, frightening Casey slightly.

　"What happened...

　"Yes?" she said.

　Arya didn't answer. She put away the steel blade in her hand, walked in front and began to lead the way.

　Next, the rebels witnessed an unprecedented massacre.

　On the floor, on the ceiling, on the walls, every few meters, the body of a prison guard was painted on these surfaces.

　Their deaths were very tragic. They were all torn apart by some huge force and died without even making a sound.

　Kierens, who was ready to fight to the death, was stunned. He looked at Alia with a strange look and murmured softly:

　"...Those sons of bitches can really use their time?"

　While he was thinking this, Casey no longer cared about Alia's identity. He trotted alongside her and asked softly:

　"Sister, that thing on you...isn't it a time traveler?"

　"That's right." Alia nodded slightly.

　"I heard...that time travelers can walk through the cracks in time?" Casey's eyes gleamed.

　"Yes, that's right," Alia nodded gently, "This is our talent, and also our..."

　She didn't say the word "curse" but changed the subject:

　"Dark String, did you teach yourself?"

　"Yes!" Casey nodded quickly.

　"Keep up your efforts, the dark string can be very powerful if used well. You don't have to go for time spells." Alia smiled faintly.

　"Sure!" Cathy was very happy.

　Collison's face didn't look very good when he heard Casey talking to Fu El so attentively.

　His father died on the Eastern Front, so he naturally had no good feelings towards Fu El, and only thought that this woman was crazy and bloodthirsty.

　However, when listening to Alia and Casey's conversation, he felt a little confused: Could that bloodthirsty executioner really speak so gently? She seemed... not herself anymore, but she was indeed her.

　"...Everyone, we're here."

　Kirens' words pulled Collison out of his thoughts. Looking forward, he saw a big door standing in front of him.

　This is the heavy prison area, their destination.

Chapter 502: Established (Part 4) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Facing the heavy stone door, Kirens drew the dagger from his waist and reached out to wipe it.

　The blade cut his arm, and hot blood gushed out, splashing onto the wall.

　"Zizi!"

　The hot blood burned the walls, corroded the stone slabs, and quickly broke the protective spells on its surface.

　Then, Kierens turned around and looked at Xingmo and Alia:

　"The jailers in the heavy prison area are very powerful, usually saints. However, there are reports that the Dark Elf King has strengthened the defenses of Baratheon Prison, so we will definitely face a deadly battle next."

　"Yeah." Xing Mo silently took two steps forward and picked up the wand.

　"Maybe it's an old acquaintance..." Killens frowned, "I'm not sure, but I think it's very likely..."

　"Old acquaintance? You don't mean..." Collison suddenly panicked.

　Just then, a low growl appeared from behind the stone door.

　The next second, the wall broke, and a figure wrapped in iron armor burst out, roaring and attacking Kirens.

　"clang!"

　Kierens's dagger blocked the blow, and he was thrown back dozens of steps, shouting:

　"Enemy attack!"

　Without him saying anything, Xingmo had already raised her wand, and golden lightning gathered in her pupils, gradually framing the figure.

　At this moment, Alia suddenly shouted:

　"Miss Saint! Wait a moment!"

　There was a hint of panic in her voice, which made Xingmo stop playing Lachesis Nocturne immediately and turned around:

　"Ok?"

　"He...he is..."

　Looking at the ferocious beast grinding its claws on the ground, Alia's eyes trembled slightly.

　Of course she knew who it was, it was A. Tas!

　The rebel who killed her mother! That damned monster!

　"A-Tas!"

　Alia roared, the visor of her armor closed, and blue light burst out from between the armor.

　"Swish, swish, swish, swish—" Dozens of light blades converged on A-Tas's body in an instant, and then exploded together—

　"boom----"