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

　"Some strategic issues," Collison said, still a little cautious, "about...about..."

　"Okay, Miss Fu El is one of us. Without her, Uncle Boot wouldn't be able to get out."

　Linda glanced at Collison reproachfully and smiled faintly at Alia. "Well... it's like this. Actually, we still haven't decided where to go after leaving the capital. Whether it's the primeval forest or the neighboring principalities, they all seem... too far..."

　"Isn't the Frozen family very powerful in the capital? Don't you have good relationships in other principalities?" Colison frowned.

　"The name Frozen isn't enough to convince other principalities to take me in, even at the risk of opposing the Dark Elf King," Linda sighed softly. "You saw how my family was brutally murdered by that mad king. The Frozen craftsmen were forced to toil day and night in the castle, crafting holy relics until their veins were completely broken and they were discarded like garbage..."

　"Wait a minute!" Freya raised her head in fear. "You, you, you are from the Frozen family?"

　"Yes...yes..." Linda was startled, "My...my name is Linda Frozen, what's wrong?"

　Freya and Alia exchanged a glance, both revealing disbelief. The Frozen family! The legendary elven craftsman line, lost in history after the Dark Elf Dynasty, now stood before them alive!

　Of course, this surname also left them with some bad impressions: for example, what Rose Frozen did to Alice's family.

　"My mother told me it's best to hide my identity as much as possible. The Dark Elf King will never stop hunting us..." Linda Frozen lowered her head and murmured, "But I don't want to go too far. I need the support of civilization and its craftsmen. I also don't want to get too close, otherwise I'll be coveted by the dynasty."

　"Then why don't you go find a small principality in Academi? That's the territory of the goddess's followers. You'll definitely be welcome there," Collison shrugged. "You can't ask us to go too."

　"Then what are you going to do here? To die?" Linda glared at Collison.

　"Of course I won't allow that mad king to destroy our country," Collison said, fire burning in his eyes. "I will return, attack his city, and take back our home."

　"You idiot..."

　Linda glanced at Collison helplessly, then turned to Alia and smiled helplessly.

　"Our family has a mission. Our descendants must always respond to the White Angel's orders. The day He returns, our family will rise again."

　"It will happen." Alia didn't dare to tell her the fate of the last descendant of the Frozen family.

　Later, her descendant Rose Frozen became a tailor in the academic city of Akademi and was employed by the Puchite family to specialize in sewing military uniforms for family members.

　The armored dress worn by the Saint is a work of the Frozen family.

　But Rose Frozen is dead, and no one knows whether the Frozen family bloodline still exists in the Citadel.

　The tide of fate has swept over thousands of years, leaving behind a messy shallows.

　"What about you, Miss Cathy?" Alia turned. "Where do you want to go?"

　"Me? I want to live in seclusion. I've had enough." Casey lowered his head and murmured softly, "It would be best if it were a place where no one would ever find us."

　"That's easy. Just go to the Black Forest!" Freya said while eating.

　"Black Forest?" Casey frowned. "I don't understand. Do you mean..."

　"Right here," Freya drew a circle on the map. "Here hides the Silver Blade Tribe, a large, reclusive family! It must be perfect for you!"

Chapter 504: Established (Part 6) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Even though the environment of the resistance army was quite bad, Xingmo was assigned to a nice room.

　Of course, the good here refers to the sewer-level good - at least it is a place with all the necessary facilities, where people can calm down and rest.

　As soon as the door was closed, Xingmo sat down on the edge of the bed, closed her eyes, and slightly frowned her delicate brows.

　Not right.

　Something is wrong.

　Ever since she came to this era, Xing Mo has felt something was wrong. She originally just vaguely felt that something was wrong with her condition, but just now, she was almost completely certain that this was not a problem with her condition.

　She was too cold.

　So cold that she only realized there was a problem now.

　In reality, neither her attitude towards Kierens nor her decisive decisions were the triggers for Xingmo to realize that something was wrong with her. She had never been keen on currying favor with such a short-lived partnership, nor would she hesitate and make a wrong judgment at a critical moment.

　What made her feel uneasy was her attitude towards these refugees.

　She would never save anyone with the mentality of completing a mission in the past, but now it all seems to be just a mission to her.

　If it weren't for helping Alia, Xingmo even felt that she wouldn't waste her time here.

　She seems to have lost her ability to empathize and is only acting for her goals.

　"This is not right, this is not right..."

　Xingmo murmured softly, covering her head with her hands and closing her eyes.

　She took a deep breath and began to examine her spirit, beginning to observe herself from an outsider's perspective.

　Soon, she found out what the problem was.

　"!"

　Xingmo raised her head and looked at the ceiling. There seemed to be faint twinkling stars in her sight.

　Her connection to the stars was closer than ever.

　she can feel it

　The beating souls in the star remains were like countless hearts beating beside her ears, binding her.

　The false stars became her anchor at this moment.

　But why is this happening? Xingmo began to think.

　Because the goddess is closely observing this era, and the connection between me and the goddess is too close.

　This huge anchoring effect of rationality was something Xingmo had never felt before. She was a little too rational, so rational that she felt she had lost her ability to empathize.

　In this state, it would be difficult for her to even enter a state of crazy liberation.

　"Is this considered a weakening of combat effectiveness?"

　Xingmo complained, standing up and patting her skirt.

　Do something to restore empathy, um...

　She walked to the mirror, used her magic wand to play a stream of clear water, and washed her face.

　“Huha…”

　Looking at her pretty face in the mirror and the pair of sparkling emerald eyes, Xingmo felt healed in her heart.

　I am indeed quite pretty.

　This thought made her blush slightly, and a trace of emotional ripples emerged from the bottom of her heart, and her emotions suddenly became active.

　I don't know when it started, but I have completely adapted to this body. Looking back, the time when I lived in Yuechen's body seems to have become less divided. The concept of "gender" has disappeared from Xingmo's self-awareness.

　Xingmo is Xingmo, and gender does not interfere with her self-perception.

　This might be because after the Golden Star and Moon were complete, Xingmo's cognition was no longer fragmented. After all, she was not an ordinary being, and the differences in mortals' self-perception were not important to her...

　"Clap clap."

　Xing Mo slapped her face and suddenly realized that her thoughts were drifting towards the illusory divinity again.

　This kind of indifference and extreme rationality seems to be harder to suppress than madness...

　If only Aurora were here, even though I know the little girl is fine, but at this moment, if I could hold her in my arms, rub her head, and kiss her cheeks, no one would be able to maintain absolute rationality.

　Thinking of this, Xingmo sighed softly and decided to regain the sense of reality in the way he was best at.

　That is cooking.

　After showing off her cooking skills in the simple kitchen, Xingmo returned to the room again with a sense of accomplishment on her face.

　As a chef, the happiest thing is to see hungry people eating the food I cook.

　This interaction with the everyday world made her feel a lot more comfortable. Her absolute rationality faded a little, and now she could feel normal emotions.

　So, Xingmo sat down at the table, supported her face with her hands, and began to sort out the current situation.

　First of all, including today, there are still two days before the Moon Altar opens, so these two days can be said to be quite ample time.

　Xing Mo was almost certain that he could successfully stop the Dark Elf King. As long as he destroyed the spires that served as the center of the formation, the king would go crazy.

　Xingmo had dealt with the crazy angel a long time ago.

　Therefore, it seems that the crisis is not that serious at the moment, especially since the goddess personally descended to kill the Dark Elf King in history.

　She just needs to improvise and maybe it will be over without her having to do anything.

　But there are some doubts that Xingmo is more concerned about.

　First of all, judging from the murals in Laslan, even Xingmo’s return to Laslan was something the goddess had expected.

　Does this mean that the entire Time Misfortune is part of the Goddess's plan?

　In this case, a question arises - there is almost nothing for Xingmo to do in the current timeline, so why did the goddess arrange her here?

　If the misfortune of time was also part of the goddess's plan, and even constituted a part of the logic of history, then why was Xingmo guided to travel here?

　Could it be that...

　Xing Mo quickly pieced together the cause and effect of the past and thought about the lines planned by the goddess.

　Soon, the most tangled thread was placed in front of her—

　"Angel?"

　Xingmo frowned, and a line of thought emerged in his mind.

　The Star Sea Goddess seemed to be guiding Xing Mo to become an angel. From the golden branch to the Gate of Skeletons, and to the umbilical cord, everything was guided by the goddess.

　So does the current situation mean some kind of "drawing the thread"?

　If it weren't for the series of events caused by the Children of Time, Xingmo should be thinking about how to fight against the crisis of Mortiheim. After all, after the iceberg of the Gate of Corpses rose, the seal of Mortiheim also began to enter the countdown to collapse.

　Cain and his followers were about to come into this world, and Father Enoch's activity was the most convincing evidence.

　In order to face this crisis, Xingmo will almost certainly seek to be promoted to an angel by any means necessary. As of now, according to the angel path known from the Slate of Truth, Xingmo is only missing the last condition.

　That is a great name that will be engraved in history for thousands of years.

　This is naturally impossible, because according to the closed loop of time logic, if Xingmo's name was engraved in history thousands of years ago, she would definitely know about it in later generations.

　Since she didn't know, it meant that it was impossible for her to travel through time and carve her name into history.

　Every event in history is "given" and cannot be changed.

　Otherwise, there is only one way to solve this problem, which is Xing Mo's previous

　Anticipated...

　...This condition is achieved by projecting the "name" of the Star Sea Goddess onto oneself.

　Vivian had done exactly the same thing before. Now, Xingmo had the complete string of truth in his hands, so short-term projection should not be a problem.

　However, that was under the crescent moon, and Xingmo was not that close to the goddess...

　...Wait a minute, isn't this coming?

　When the goddess descends to destroy the Dark Elf King, she will definitely be infinitely close to the real dimension.

　At that time, as long as Xingmo stood high enough, he could get close to the goddess.

　Xing Mo had had similar thoughts before, thinking that this was a good opportunity to "steal" the goddess's qualifying characteristics.

　And now, as she sorted it out, she became more and more certain that this was the arrangement of the goddess.

　Does this mean... Xingmo will communicate with the Goddess of Star Sea for the first time?

　Suddenly, Xingmo recalled the goddess' whispers inside the Skeleton Gate when her madness faded away:

　"...You owe me one more time, little star..."

　Xing Mo's mood sank slightly. She didn't know what she would say when she really faced the Goddess of Xinghai, but just thinking of this scene made her mood not much better.

　"Forget it, sleep."

　Xingmo stood up, stretched, lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

　"Boom!"

　There were flashes of thunder outside the window and heavy rain was pouring down.

　The next day.

　The rebels did not choose to set out during the day, but remained inactive until late at night.

　"Om..."