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

　"I found some new clues, so I spent a little more time tracking them." Alia rubbed her hands, her face calm and silent. "Who goes first?"

　"You go first." Freya handed Alia a skewer of barbecue.

　This is a special program of the Extraordinary Department Section 1 - investigation and reporting.

　Originally, they were more accustomed to doing this kind of thing in the White Tower, but ever since someone said something like "This is too boring!", everyone started choosing more casual places as the reporting location.

　Under the current situation, the First Department of the Extraordinary Department, as the most powerful extraordinary organization in the academy, is responsible for collecting intelligence from various places on the continent every day.

　With the help of the Ring of Transcendence, their intelligence search work is very efficient.

　However, since the Transcendence Ring requires an elf to use it, each group needs to be equipped with an elf.

　So the elves

　Princess Freya will come to play the role of a clerk in the Extraordinary Department.

　Alia took small bites of the barbecue, fooling around a bit to fill her stomach.

　"I tried to contact Mr. Luffy, the man Miss Saint mentioned, but failed," she whispered. "That place is under heavy surveillance. The entire Sky Garden is under scrutiny of Mr. Luffy. He can't even leave."

　"This kind of specification proves that we are heading in the right direction." Albus nodded.

　Alia took another bite of meat and continued in a nonchalant tone:

　"The order for surveillance did come from the Immortal Division. Tonight I have confirmed the existence of a new Supreme Praiser."

　"Those soldiers were very afraid of her. The tone they used when talking about her was even more fearful than that of the jackal. This fear didn't stem from a disparity in status, but rather from pure biological instinct."

　"Biological instinct?" Freya sensed something was wrong.

　"She eats people. I'm guessing, but it's pretty close."

　Alya said, unfolding a piece of parchment to reveal the sketch on it.

　On the yellowed paper, a bust of a human body with a lion's head is prominently displayed, with a ferocious face.

　"Unlike the previous praiser, she has a name." Arya looked up in the moonlight. "Her name is Sekhmet."

　"And he claimed to be the descendant of the sun god Yi."

Chapter 516: Cloud City (Part 2) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The new Supreme Praiser is more evil and more brutal than before.

　Unlike the previous jackal, she had a name: Sekhmet.

　And claimed to be descendants of the sun god.

　"The Immortal Division has indeed become more radical, with curfews and controls. The last time I went to New Garo, it was still prosperous, but now it's even darker than the occupied Citadel."

　Arya put away the parchment and recalled what she had seen in New Galo.

　"Even during the day, the streets are blocked everywhere, and every resident has to undergo various inspections. Some residents are arrested for inexplicable reasons, and I can't track their whereabouts."

　"But I guess it has something to do with that new praiser."

　"That doesn't sound optimistic," Angelica muttered. "Do we need to take action?"

　"Let Miss Saint make the decision. We have no say in these matters." Alia shook her head.

　Everyone nodded. Obviously, it would be better for the staff to avoid making trouble for matters of this level.

　The previous Supreme Praiser was killed by Xingmo. Xingmo is obviously more experienced in dealing with the evil spirits from the Cursed River.

　"It's our turn!" Angelica held up the skewers. "I've been exploring the archipelago today, and I can confirm that every pirate settlement is empty. Several islands previously designated as key targets for inspection are completely deserted. It looks like they've truly gone out in full force."

　"The wreckage of the Imperial Golden Fleet has been confirmed, and the Howling has sunk." Albus closed his eyes.

　"They are no match for the angels' power." Alia shook her head.

　"Over here, the Messina people are gathering their troops," Freya said. "While you were searching the deserted island, I went over there and took a look. It looks like they're serious about this. The Messina guards and demihuman army are basically ready to go."

　"I hope they don't play any tricks. I've never had a good impression of people from Messina." Angelica held her cheek with her hand.

　"Speaking of which, is Miss Saint coming back?" asked Alia.

　"She should be back, but she hasn't participated in our activities for a long time," Angelica said gloomily, "I always feel like she seems to have become indifferent..."

　"The section chief has a lot of things to deal with, so it's normal that he doesn't have time." Albus opened a bottle of beer.

　"Drink less." Angelica stuck out her tongue at him.

　"We should leave the investigation of Shinjara to the Section Chief."

　Albus threw the opened beer to Alya, opened another bottle and threw it to Freya, then looked at Angelica.

　"Do you want?"

　"Have a bottle." Angelica said sullenly.

　Albus gave the bottle in his hand to Angelica and immediately opened another bottle:

　"Don't be too optimistic. People like the section chief have to bear a lot of pressure. Don't think too much."

　"Well, it's good that we can help as much as possible," Angelica muttered, "but, does that mean we'll be going to New Galo soon?"

　"Not so fast. Let's see the meeting schedule for tomorrow first," Alia said. "Miss Saint has already arrived at the Citadel. I can feel it."

　"Then let's not procrastinate. Let's finish this and go to bed early. We still have work to do tomorrow."

　Angelica seemed to have recovered a lot of energy. She raised the bottle of wine in the moonlight, facing the waves of the sea.

　"For...peace!"

　"For peace!"

　"clang!"

　""

　The evening breeze is gentle, the night is quiet, and the night in the North City is as peaceful as a poem.

　Under the moonlight, everything is stained with a light blue, everything is stained with a light blue, everything...

　Shrouded in crimson.

　The next day.

　Maple Leaf Palace.

　"...To sum up, the holy war is imminent. What we need to do now is to immediately gather our forces."

　After a long review, Alice let out a breath and glanced at the representatives around the table.

　Finally, her eyes fell on the position belonging to Saint Shikoti Amura - it was empty.

　""

　Alice looked away, her gaze fixed on the faces of the representatives.

　"Everyone, please tell me what you have to say."

　"The Church will naturally follow your instructions, Bishop," a priest affiliated with the Xinghai Church stood up and bowed slightly. "But with all due respect, I'm afraid our strength isn't enough to...compete against the Empire, let alone the threats from the North you mentioned."

　"In fact, the Church has surveyed the Caradorans Mountains and conducted some limited rehearsals... The answer is that we simply cannot fight in Mortiheim."

　"After all, there, even the strings are frozen."

　"To pry the strings, we need at least the power of a demigod, and right now... we clearly don't have many beings of that level."

　After listening to the pastor's words, Alice nodded slightly and said:

　"If you've paid attention to my statement, you'll realize that when the Karadorans Mountains break open, the Eru Desert's eternal scorching winds will collide with the cold currents. Then, we'll have a combat environment."

　"But this is untested," the pastor said frankly. "I think a reasonable plan should be based on sufficient rehearsal."

　What he said made a lot of sense, and even Alice had to admit that it was correct.

　At this time, Angela, the messenger from Messina, raised her hand and said:

　"Don't worry, the rehearsal was completed yesterday."

　"Rehearsal?" the pastor was surprised.

　"The preliminary calculations, with the Moon Altar as the centerpiece and the Silver Tree as the foundation, were personally completed by the Angel of Knowledge."

　After Angela finished speaking, the elf princess Freya stood up and raised one hand.

　Green patterns of light lit up on the back of her hand—symbols that seemed to represent books and pens.

　At the same time, a complex string array model was quickly outlined in the air, building a complex mystical model.

　"In short, through the Shattered Crown of the Dark Elf King, we will use the power of truth to guide the eternal scorching winds of the Erul Desert, thereby transforming the environment of Mortiheim."

　Freya spoke clearly as she stated this, without any of her usual nonsensical tone.

　"Rest assured, the strings will function perfectly."

　"That's a reassuring calculation," a councillor nodded. "But that... crown, is there anyone among you who can bear it? From what I understand, the bloodline of the high dark elves isn't strong enough to wield it, otherwise the gray fog in the old capital wouldn't have persisted for thousands of years."

　"The eldest daughter of the Dark Elf King will carry it." Angela said straightforwardly.

　"Eldest daughter? Miss Messenger, that king lived thousands of years ago. Where can we find his eldest daughter?" The pastor felt incredible.

　"She's right here." Angela pointed to the side.

　In the corner of the conference room, Alia was leaning against the wall, thinking with her head down.

　In her hand she held a broken crown, with pale blue light patterns flowing on the surface of the crown.

　What that is, needless to say.

　Alia obviously had no intention of speaking. She nodded slightly at Angela and looked away.

　""

　Everyone was obviously surprised that the Citadel had already controlled such terrifying resources: the eldest daughter of the Dark Elf King, the Angel of Knowledge who had not appeared in a thousand years, the fleet of the legendary descendants of Laslan, and even an angel in charge of storms and oceans.

　Add to that the city's native angel, Shikoti Amura, and ten years ago, this would have been a force capable of conquering the world.

　But when the seal of Mortiheim was broken, these powers seemed insufficient.

　"We still know too little about the enemy," Gloria of Faru spoke for the first time. "Based solely on the sightings in Wintershire, we're not sure of their military strength. But according to legend, the extraordinary are merely ordinary in their world."

　"That's a problem that needs to be solved," said Alice.

　The message resonated by the Sword of Dawn came back to her mind: under the White Tower.

　Alice's instinct told her that this was most likely the key to breaking the deadlock.

　"Even if we possess powerful supernatural forces, basic infantry logistics must be guaranteed. Perhaps we can attack Mortiheim, but if we cannot hold the captured land, then we are doomed to be unable to advance the front..."

　The discussion was intense, but no reasonable solution was reached.

　Finally, after confirming the pending matters, Alice announced the adjournment of the meeting.

　After leaving Maple Leaf Palace, she boarded a carriage and arrived at the Holy Spirit Church two blocks away.

　Alice walked around the church and followed the path on the lawn to the cemetery in the backyard.

　Alice found Xingmo among the graves in a corner of the cemetery.

　The breeze swayed, lifting the silver hair and black skirt. The pure black dress blended with the messy color blocks of the lawn under the cold sky.

　Xing Mo was standing in front of the tombstone with her name on it, quietly gazing at the inscription.

　As if it was a foreshadowing, she turned her head, and the moment her eyes met Alice's, her silver-white hair quickly turned black, and her golden eyes faded to emerald green.

　"Senior Alice." Xingmo said in a flat tone.

　"Why don't you come to the parliament?" Alice walked to Xingmo's side.

　"I'm not suitable for that kind of occasion." Xing Mo shook her head.

　"Why? You are

　The only angel in the Citadel."

　“That’s why.”

　Xing Mo looked at the tombstone in front of her, and the funeral of the bell keeper came back to her mind.

　The bell keeper had died in the snowstorm of the Caradorans Mountains and was buried forever.

　Later, was she Xing Sheng? Was she Jie Deti? Was she Shikoti Amra?

　She walked across the continent, countless masks overlapping on her face.