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

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Chapter 515 Under the Clouds

　The academic city of Academi.

　Late at night, in the study.

　Vivian was sleeping soundly, hugging a ball of quilt, kissing and rubbing it, and murmuring words like "Alice... wuwu..." from time to time.

　Beside her, little Faye was curled up in a ball, completely without the covers.

　""

　Alice sighed helplessly, stood up from the desk, and helped little Faye take back her quilt from Vivian's arms.

　Then she sat down at the desk, stretched, and continued to look through the materials in her hand.

　It was late at night, but Alice couldn't sleep.

　Ever since Xing Mo told her a lot of things, her sense of crisis has never subsided.

　It has to be said that Xingmo made the right choice to reveal everything after the wedding. If she had told it earlier, Alice doubted whether she could have survived the wedding.

　As the bishop of the Xinghai Church and a member of the New White Tower Council, a lot of things weigh on her shoulders.

　For example, once the seal of Mortiheim is broken, how many troops can be deployed in this holy war?

　This is a life-and-death struggle. Over the past thousand years, the Court of Redemption has extended its tentacles into the shadows of the world countless times, corroding the world like poison.

　Even the oldest family in the academy, the Decep family, has a traitor like Isabella, putting the entire academy in crisis.

　There is also the Machiavellian Empire - this huge national entity that rules the entire northern coast of the Sea of ​​​​Break, which is nothing more than an executive agency of the Court of Salvation.

　Now, even if these plots are thwarted, the holy war has reached its final stage.

　Alice flipped through the report and wrote down a line of inference:

　"...The power of truth gathered when the Corpse Gate rose was stored in icebergs around the world due to the fall of the New Moon, with nowhere to release it..."

　"...from the past

　The Children of Time came to this era to trigger the misfortune of time and diverted the accumulated power of truth into the past..."

　"...These actions triggered the Golden Disaster, a historical event that elevated Saint Shikoti Amura to the status of an angel..."

　"...But at the same time, the essence refined by the power of truth—according to Arya (Fu El), a pale blue gem—was taken away by Father Enoch, Cain's disciple, and used as a medium to completely release the true form of this ancient angel..."

　"...Thus, it can be seen that after the Battle to Retake the White Tower, the Court of Redemption did not decline. They simply returned to the shadows of history and extended their minions at every critical juncture..."

　"... Whether it was the Corpse Gate incident or the Time Mishap incident, they were essentially part of a butterfly effect triggered by their various actions, and this effect ultimately released Cain's true form, leading to the Winter County tragedy..."

　"...In this tragedy, over 8,000 Wintershire residents (including hunters from the Black Forest and the Karadorans Mountains) perished. The Machiavelli Empire has yet to respond to this incident, which is sufficient to prove its position..."

　"...all signs indicate that the holy war is imminent, and the landing of the Pale Angel is necessary and inevitable - this is a preemptive strike, not an excessive military action..."

　These inferences will be made at the next New White Tower Council, and now is no longer the time to wait.

　The Pale Angel will tear open the seal of Mortiheim, but after that, how many people can the Citadel gather to break through the seal and attack the dead zone?

　For the Vesta people, Mortiheim has always been a frozen dead zone. Over the past thousand years, the People of the Mist have done absolutely no exploration of that area.

　This will be a war fought with almost no experience.

　Xiaomo will become a pioneer, but the problem is that we cannot pin all our hopes on her.

　It is impossible to expect one person to fight against the entire North. Under the current circumstances, the Citadel needs help.

　Thinking this, Alice began to write again:

　"...Among the allies we could choose, Yan Xia is undoubtedly the most powerful. Especially after the events of the Skeleton Gate rising, the Renyan Hall and the New White Tower Council have formed a very good cooperative relationship..."

　"...However, Yanxia's strongest force—the Jiedushi—is still in a state of disunity. Qiuniu may be able to convince most of them, but there will always be those who are unwilling to cooperate..."

　"...Most of them were once members of the Chiwen camp. To convince them, we might need some external help..."

　As Alice wrote this, she looked at Vivian who was sleeping beside her.

　Looking at her drooling sleeping face, Alice shook her head.

　Do we want to let such a stupid girl step to the front and take the leading role again?

　Alice couldn't bear it.

　But she also knew that she had no choice now.

　After Alice became a demigod, she personally felt the high-level extraordinary power and realized many things. She also knew that in the face of absolute extraordinary power, everything ordinary was just ashes that could be crushed by wheels.

　To give little Faye a world to run in the sunshine, something had to be done.

　But at least let her sleep peacefully tonight...

　Thinking this, Alice began to write, her outline outlined by the moonlight outside the window:

　"...The Kingdom of Messina has declared its support for all actions of the Citadel, and a messenger has been stationed at the Citadel..."

　"...The Emerald Seventeen have displayed an extremely exaggerated friendliness towards the Citadel, a friendliness that has led one to speculate whether they have other intentions..."

　"...However, all communications with the Kingdom of Messina will be handled by Shikoti Amura..."

　"...The elves of the Silver Blade Tribe have stationed themselves in the Citadel. These ancient visitors from the forest claim that they will participate in this holy war on behalf of the Angels of Wisdom..."

　"...Aside from the North City Industrial Bank being nearly breached by the elven princess Freya (later confirmed to be a misunderstanding caused by a difference in perception), the elves have generally been friendly toward the Citadel and have taught it advanced spatial technology, such as the Transcendental Ring..."

　"...The Faroese are currently providing their full support to Wintershire. However, since the Faroese have not yet reorganized their large-scale military after the war, their role in the holy war is relatively small..."

　"...Bahamut, the Fire Dragon King, will soon return from the Maple Islands. She declared that the Fire Dragons will fully support the Holy War..."

　"...Messengers from the Giant King's Court have stated that they will be among the vanguard troops passing through the city walls when the Holy War begins..."

　As she wrote, the night gradually dyed the tips of Alice's hair, and unstoppable sleepiness came over her in waves.

　She yawned, tidied herself up a bit, then climbed onto the bed and got under the quilt.

　The meeting is tomorrow, but a thousand thoughts are still lingering on her mind.

　But perhaps, it's time to take a break.

　Alice hugged Vivian, kissed her on the forehead, and then closed her eyes.

　Her consciousness sank little by little into darkness.

　""

　After an unknown amount of time, the outline of a cross appeared in the darkness.

　""

　Ancient words

　The words echoed in Alice's ears. Suddenly, she saw messy lines interweaving in the darkness, as if expressing the outline of an old man.

　Alice heard a whisper among those expressions:

　""

　She didn't understand the words, but the words themselves seemed to transcend the scope of language and express some new meanings.

　Those thoughts constantly washed over Alice's brain, like countless chaotic lines, washing through the grooves of her brain, carving out new patterns.

　"Aha!"

　Alice sat up suddenly, lowered her head, and found that the cross on her chest was flashing with golden light.

　The Sword of Dawn seemed to resonate with something. This was the first time Alice felt the resonance of the Sword of Dawn.

　The tip of my nose felt hot, and amidst the smell of flowing rust, a certain meaning expressed by the mysterious language came out of my mouth:

　"Under the White Tower...?"

　Beneath the White Tower... Alice thought back to the small room where she had been promoted.

　That is the place with the highest concentration of spiritual energy in the White Tower, which can even support the promotion of a demigod.

　That floor... doesn't seem to be anything special...

　Could it be...even further down?

　Alice held up the golden cross on her chest and stroked it gently, trying to gain some inspiration from it again.

　But the revelation ended there, and no more information came out.

　This was the first time she had received such information from the Sword of Dawn. This information was ancient and bizarre, and pointed to an area that even the people of the Citadel had never set foot on.

　——The lowest level of the White Tower.

　Why did I suddenly receive this information? Was it because I was promoted to a demigod? Because Cain was released? Or...

　...Simply because, for some unknown reason, Alice's promotion location was chosen to be on the lower level of the White Tower.

　It seems worth exploring.

　Alice lay down on the bed, stretched, and tried to fall asleep again.

　But tonight, she was destined to have a sleepless night.

　New Galo.

　Dark clouds shrouded the city, making the night even darker.

　After the curfew was issued, even the sea breeze blowing in from the sea seemed to be tainted with a hint of evil. The pier, which used to be prosperous even at night, is now empty, as if it has been abandoned for a long time.

　At the corner of the street, Alia poked her head out and looked at the street from the shadows.

　Her eyes swept over the patrolling guards, and her gaze gradually entered their shadows, deeper and deeper.

　Then she entered the shadows of the guards.

　""

　"...The Praiser said she doesn't want to see any trash on the streets. Did you clean it up?"

　"It has been done, but how can it be done cleanly? You'd better not go to the Garo people's residential area in the near future."

　"Why? I have an aunt over there."

　"Well...I'm sorry..."

　"No...no? You mean..."

　"She's no longer hiding it. The Praiser no longer hides her intentions. Do you understand me?"

　""

　The shadows flickered slightly, and Arya walked out from the darkness of the wall, watching the two guards walk away.

　She raised her wrist and looked at the golden ring above it—the golden light nested within the ring's surface had begun to fade.

　Time is coming to an end.

　Alia flicked her wrist and tossed the ring aside, and it immediately expanded to a size large enough for a person to pass through.

　After drilling, when she stepped on the ground again, Arya had already arrived at the Citadel.

　North City, next to the pier.

　"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight..."

　Angelica looked up at the sky and stretched lazily.

　Beside her, the Elf Princess Freya shuddered and glared at her:

　"Don't say this nonsense."

　"Oh, yes, the section chief also said we should talk less about the moon," Angelica giggled, "but I don't know why."

　"The less you talk, the better," said Albus calmly. "The more you talk, the more you will suffer."

　"You're trying to teach me a lesson! I've never caused trouble with my mouth!" Angelica was unhappy. "Do you expect everyone to be as silent as you?"

　Albus said nothing, but silently took a skewer of roasted meat from the campfire and stuffed it into Angelica's mouth.

　“Mmm…!”

　"Hey! Little Alia is back!" Freya raised her hand and waved. "Why are you so late? Everyone is waiting for you!"

　Arya walked to the campfire, sat down, and looked at the waves of the sea.

　Just seconds ago, she was on the other side of the sea.