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

　A-Tas flew backwards and hit the wall hard, but he immediately jumped off the wall as if he didn't feel any pain and swung his claws towards Alia.

　"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

　The iron claws collided with the steel blades, Alia's speed became faster and faster, and the madness in her eyes became more and more fierce.

　"Who told you to read the Book of Hell! Who made you crazy! Who told you to kill the queen!" Arya shouted while swinging the steel blade, "Speak! Speak to me!"

　"Roar!!"

　A. Tas seemed to have lost his most basic sanity. He was a monster, a monster that kept waving weapons.

　His sanity had been completely destroyed, leaving only pure madness.

　"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

　Seeing that the battle situation had not changed, Xingmo silently took two steps back and stood side by side with Freya.

　"The Book of Hell, she just said that, didn't she?"

　"Yes...yes..."

　Freya was a little nervous. She took out the book with deep red pupils on the surface and felt a little confused for a moment.

　"Little Arya said... that the monster went mad after reading this book and killed the queen?"

　"Where did this book come from?"

　Mo asked.

　"It... I can't explain its origin clearly. I only know that it has been guarded by the old woman and sealed in a mirror. She said that it will be needed when the time comes." Freya murmured.

　"Is there only one Book of Hell?" Xing Mo frowned.

　"As far as I know, yes." Freya nodded slightly.

　That's really strange... Since the only copy of the Book of Hell is in the hands of the Silver Blade Tribe, who could show it to a dynasty general and lead him to madness?

　Could it be that the Silver Blade Tribe was behind this incident?

　Xing Mo denied this possibility. The hermit elf tribe generally aims to avoid the world and will never actively involve themselves in the vortex of cause and effect.

　It seems that A-Tas is the only one left to speak, but without Aurora, the dream method may not be reliable...

　"Did the angel teach you the method to unfold your soul's dream?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Yes, I do, but I rarely use it. After all, it's not very elven," Yuwen said tremblingly. "Your Highness Freya, please lend me a hand."

　"of course."

　Freya used starlight to create a harp and began to play it, while Yuwen began to sing:

　"God said, Stretch out your rod and strike the dust of the earth, and the dust will become a swarm of insects."

　Golden star symbols quickly surrounded Juventus. He raised the ceremonial dagger, and the golden light was reflected on the mirror-like surface of the dagger, flashing continuously.

　On the side, Linda and Casey were staring at this scene in a daze. The little dark elf glanced at the little light elf and poked her cheek:

　"Do you know how to do this?"

　"Not at all..." Linda felt that her identity as a poet had suddenly disappeared.

　As the light spun on the dagger, the surrounding environment became increasingly dim.

　At the same time, the battle between Alia and A. Tas was entering a fierce stage. One side continuously used the time stop to instantly slash out countless light blades, while the other side relied on its strong recovery ability to continue to hold on.

　"Boom—boom—boom—"

　With every swing of the sword, pale blue flames burst out, and every blow carried absolute murderous intent.

　"Dang——Boom——"

　With one blow, Arya slammed A-Tas into the wall.

　At this time, Juve finished chanting and shouted:

　"Miss Alia, please make way!"

　As Alia retreated to the side, the ceremonial dagger in Juve's hand flew out and instantly pierced into A. Tas's chest.

　"Click——"

　As light streamed everywhere, A. Tas's figure began to break apart bit by bit. His pupils spit out golden light, and he roared miserably.

　“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—”

　Then, it seemed like in just a moment, all the noise calmed down.

　A. Tas's body was divided into countless pieces of glass and quickly pieced together into a mirror.

　In that mirror, the broken picture is flickering.

　"...You're tired, aren't you? No one can stand the torture of that mad king..."

　"...what are you up to..."

　On the battlefield, A. Tas raised his head and looked at the priest in white before him.

　He saw the corners of the priest's mouth curl slightly, and saw the priest pick a golden branch from his body.

　"...The future you're fighting for isn't worth it. Haven't you seen the Crimson Doom..."

　Then, the branch twisted into a mirror, and a golden sword flashed in the mirror.

　The golden sword pierced the elven princess's abdomen and stole her fate in that brief moment.

　And her destiny includes "possessing the Book of Hell"!

　As this fate briefly reappeared, a crimson tome appeared in the priest's hands.

　A. Tas was forced to stare at the book. His pupils gradually widened, he began to struggle, and he began to scream.

　"Ahhhhhhh!! Ah! Ah!! Goddess... the only savior! The only savior!"

　"Good..."

　Looking at A. Tas who was running towards the distance in madness, the corners of the priest's mouth curled up slightly.

　He turned his head and looked in the direction of Xing Mo, when the mirror suddenly shattered -

　"Pfft!"

　"Varied..."

　Xingmo stared blankly at the broken mirror, then turned to look at Alia beside her.

　She saw that Alia's face was dazed and she was staggering back.

　"Is it... that time...?"

　Alia turned to look at Freya, and Freya's face was also dull.

　"How could this happen..." murmured the Elf Princess.

　Father Enoch impaled Freya in the city of Raslan, and it was then that he stole Freya's "destiny" of possessing the Book of Hell.

　That brief reappearance of fate allowed Father Enoch to briefly possess a conceptual holy object like the Book of Hell.

　Father Enoch then traveled to the past and allowed A-Tas to witness the infernal tome.

　A. Tas killed the queen, and the Dark Elf King was completely corrupted, and Arya became Fu El.

　"Alia..." Freya looked at Alia with some fear.

　"No, it's not your fault. I won't blame you... Miss Freya..."

　Aaliyah leaned against the wall, holding her head in pain, her hands shaking.

　If Fu El hadn't traveled to the future, Mom wouldn't have died.

　But if my mother hadn't died,

　Al will not travel to the future.

　Everything is a cycle, and the cause of it all is...

　"I want revenge..." Alia murmured, "He killed my mother... I want revenge..."

　""

　Xingmo walked to Alia's side and gently placed her hand on her shoulder.

　She turned to look at Kirens and waved her hand.

　"Go save your allies."

　Only then did Kirence react. When he passed by Alia, he looked at her empty face with a strange look.

　This Fu El was very different from the executioner on the Eastern Front in his memory.

　""

　As Xingmo stood beside Alia and silently comforted her, the face of Father Enoch appeared in her mind again.

　She didn't expect that Father Enoch's layout of time and fate was so exaggerated. He appeared precisely at so many time points and facilitated one key event after another, pushing the situation to its current state.

　This is the most perfect plan for destiny.

　Can an angel really make such a plan?

　No... maybe it's not just him...

　Cain is the real planner. Although her planning is not as good as that of the goddess, it is definitely more than that of the original one.

　So, why did the Court of Redemption promote the downfall of the Dark Elf Dynasty?

　Xing Mo closed her eyes, and golden symbols flashed before her eyes again, piecing them together randomly.

　Not long after, Killens came out with several veterans covered in scars.

　Coulson, Linda and Casey were on guard nearby, guarding against reinforcements that might appear at any time.

　But Xingmo knew that there were no other enemies in the entire prison. Almost all of them had been killed by Arya, and A. Tas was the last one.

　"Let's go," Kierens nodded at Xingmo, "Let's leave here immediately."

　"Aren't you going to save the others?" Xing Mo asked.

　"There's no time. Reinforcements will arrive at any moment. We—"

　Just as he said this, a light appeared between the lines on Killens' arm, and his face instantly became much more serious.

　"Reinforcements are coming."

　Xing Mo also noticed that the soldiers stationed at the Barasen Death Prison Bridge were approaching the prison, about a hundred of them.

　"We have to leave now, go!" said Killens.

　At this time, Alia said:

　"No, go rescue the others and I'll take care of the reinforcements."

　"Are you sure? They won't be merciful to their own people!" said Kirence.

　"I have my measure."

　After saying that, Alia's figure flashed and disappeared.

　Kierens struggled for a moment, then turned around and instructed Collison:

　"Can you take Uncle Boot and the others out by water?"

　"Okay." Collison nodded firmly.

　"Good boy," Killens patted his shoulder and looked at Linda and Cathy, "Girls, keep an eye on him and don't let him get too excited."

　"Definitely not!" Linda nodded.

　"Don't worry, we'll evacuate with you!" Freya and Yuwen stepped forward. "Miss Saint, can you handle this?"

　"of course."

　Xingmo said, gently waving his wand, and the fire strings started to play.

　Countless butterflies made of flames spread out from her, flying around in the intricate Baratheon Prison, searching for a cell.

　Whenever they find a cell, they stick to the door lock, quickly combust, and melt the lock.

　At the same time, at the prison gate.