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

　Well, external pressure.

　Release a high-string magic to destroy some urban areas?

　Kidnapping their families and blaming the empire?

　Or, cleanly kill some of them and centralize power...

　"!"

　Xingmo's eyes widened slightly, and then she shook her head.

　Haha, when did I become so cold-blooded.

　Doing so is very rational and realistic.

　But it's a bit too cruel.

　A golden light flashed, and Xing Mo leaned against the door of the conference room, thinking with his head down.

　The meeting had just ended, and she completely ignored the greetings and flattery of the parliamentarians. She just leaned against the door silently without saying a word.

　"Saint, perhaps you should appear at the next meeting."

　Xingmo looked up and saw Ophelia Sean standing in front of her with a complicated expression.

　"why?"

　"Are you really going to hand the Citadel over to them?" She leaned closer to Xingmo. "You should have seen how they looked during the meeting, right? You're an angel on earth, can't you see through their thoughts?"

　"Can you see through it?" Xing Mo said expressionlessly.

　"Of course I can. Before going to Messina, Grandpa received so many important people, and I watched from the sidelines!" Ophelia's tone was quite excited. "They were all very respectful to Grandpa because he was Roberts Sain, the Archbishop of the Xinghai Church! But the respect they expressed in their words was never for the Church, nor for the Goddess, nor for the Academy. They wanted the power and benefits that position represented!"

　The descendant of the saint's tone became increasingly agitated, and it was obvious that he had been holding it in for a long time:

　"Excuse me for being blunt, but the Xinghai Church has been hollowed out by those priests. Even though Alice Puxte is the Archbishop, no one listens to her. She's too pure, and she can't outmaneuver those hiding behind the scenes! You should know how many people are hiding behind the scenes, right? Most of the people with names in front of them are just puppets, even Isabella Ducep—"

　Before she finished speaking, Xing Mo interrupted her:

　"If their actions led to their own destruction, then they don't deserve to be saved."

　Xing Mo's tone was calm, and absolute rationality filled her eyes, turning her emerald green pupils into gold.

　"I can overthrow the White Tower Council once, I can overthrow it twice. It's not difficult," she said calmly to Ophelia. "But if they repeat the same mistakes every time, even if we survive this crisis, there will be another one."

　"So we're just going to do nothing? No," Ophelia grabbed Xingmo's hand and said excitedly, "You go and rule them! A saint must stand before the crowd and part the turbid sea under the golden dawn!"

　Two pairs of eyes reflected each other, one pair rational, the other crazy.

　"You want me to be the king?" Xingmo said calmly.

　"Yes."

　"Even if there's a chance I could become Ugaon Tukakankion?"

　"If becoming the Golden King can resolve the current crisis, then I will deal with you later," Ophelia said resolutely. "I can't do that. There will be another person, and then another."

　"And then it keeps looping?"

　"Isn't this our history?" Ophelia shouted.

　For a long time, no one spoke.

　""

　Xingmo pulled out the hand that was being held by Ophelia Sean and walked towards the end of the corridor.

　"I shall never be king," she said, "but you are right, descendant of the Saints."

　"What are you going to do?" Ophelia shouted at Xingmo's back.

　"Let them be scared." Xing Mo said without even turning his head.

　That night, almost all members of the White Tower Council were dragged into a nightmare.

　They dreamed of a black lioness rising from the shadows and tearing them into countless pieces of flesh in their black dreams.

　The most real pain lingered in the dream and lasted for a whole night. Several elderly members of parliament were

　They suffered from respiratory failure in the dream. If their house had not been equipped with a doctor, they might have died within a night.

　On the top of the clock tower, Xing Mo straightened his tie and looked down at the city shrouded in darkness.

　Emerald green lines were glowing on her arms, and her most terrifying dreams transformed into pitch-black smoke that flowed through the streets.

　Beside her, Alia was looking at the outline of the city with a complicated expression.

　"Miss Saint..."

　"Do you think I'm going too far?" Xing Mo whispered.

　"No, I haven't," Alya shook her head. "I'm just worried about you."

　To Alia, Xingmo was once like a beam of light, a pure light.

　But this light is now forced to be stained by darkness and do such things.

　"Leave it to me next time," Alia whispered, "Miss Saint, there's no need to do it yourself."

　"Why? Because I am a saint?" Xing Mo smiled slightly.

　"You've done enough." Alia looked at Xingmo stubbornly.

　"No, it's far from enough." Xingmo murmured.

　She waved her hand lightly, and the nightmare lionesses tore the bodies of all the victims apart almost simultaneously, causing them to scream in their nightmares.

　"Tell Angelica to put the city under the highest level of extraordinary control tomorrow," Xingmo murmured, "Then, we'll go to New Garo."

　"No matter what the people behind them have in mind, they are still just mortals. If they want to survive this, they will have to rely on themselves."

　"As for us, there are things on the other side of the sea waiting for us to solve."

　three days later.

　In the factory building in the northern part of the city, Lucius joined the steam pipelines together and took two steps back.

　What came into view was a huge steam spider: eight legs, bronze skin, a transparent spherical glass cover, three or four miniature machine guns and a main gun.

　"It seems the intimidation tactic is working," Miriam muttered. "All the parts needed for the prototype were made in just three days."

　"Xiaomo knows it's time to take drastic action," Lucius sighed. "If we continue to let our good guys produce cruise ship engines, I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to invite them on a five-day, four-night cruise across the sea to negotiate when the Court of Redemption comes ashore."

　"It looks like everything is almost ready," Miriam said, looking at the steam spider in front of her. "March speed?"

　"At 24 kilometers per hour, with ice-breaking and snow-melting devices on the legs, the speed is basically not slowed down by the snowy terrain."

　"Is this main gun the little cup on the ironclad?"

　"74mm steam-fired string gun, equipped with steam armor-piercing shells, and next to it is a 7.62mm rotary machine gun, with a firing rate of about 5500 rounds per minute."

　"A flesh and blood body can't handle this kind of thing anyway," Miriam muttered.

　"But for extraordinary creatures, these are still not enough." Lucius shook his head. "I installed the Fire String Shield and the constant temperature system, but we ultimately don't have sufficient testing conditions. Many things are done in the dark."

　"Not bad! If it weren't for a genius like my dad, these little cuties wouldn't be possible," Miriam smiled. "Are you done? Vivian is almost leaving, we have to go see her off."

　"I almost forgot, let's go." Lucius took off his gloves and picked up his windbreaker from the hanger beside him.

　pier.

　A roaring dragon was circling in the sky, and a strong wind was howling over the port.

　Ruan Lili landed at the harbor and greeted Vivian:

　"Your Majesty, we should go now."

　"Ah."

　Vivian nodded slightly, turned her head, and hugged Alice.

　"We won't be apart for too long this time," she whispered.

　"Stop talking nonsense, idiot," Alice poked Vivian's cheek. "Not much good happened the last time I said that."

　"Don't worry, Yan Xia, no one can beat me."

　Vivian took two steps back and turned around to see the black mist rolling, and Lucius and Miriam walked out.

　"You're so busy, but you still come to see me off?" Vivian smiled.

　"Be careful of those bad dragons," Miriam and Vivian hugged each other, "most of them are bad."

　"I'm a dragon too, Miriam."

　"You're a good dragon."

　"When you get to Yanxia, ​​don't waste your time talking to small-time people," Lucius said seriously. "Most stakeholders don't want Yanxia's situation to change drastically. They'll definitely prioritize smoothing things over. After all, Yanxia is far away from Mortiheim."

　"Go find Cheng Haihua directly, ignore the others."

　"Okay." Vivian nodded.

　She looked towards the open space not far away, paused, and murmured softly:

　"Xiaomo is so mean. She didn't even come to see me off."

　"She left this morning for New Galo." Alice shook her head. "She's becoming more and more decisive."

　"It's okay. I won't take such a small thing to heart."

　Vivian winked mischievously, then turned around and exchanged glances with Ruan Lili.

　"Then let's go."

　"boom"

　Ice flames suddenly rose, and the pale dragon soared into the sky, flying towards the east under the escort of the howling dragons.

　Alice waited until the dragons disappeared over the horizon before she looked away.

　She turned around and was face to face with Miriam and Lucius.

　"Senior Alice, you look very haggard." Miriam said worriedly.

　"Let them take a break. They've been in meetings for so many days, and it's time for them to make their own decisions on some things." Lucius

　Road.

　"Now is not the time to rest," Alice shook her head. "Everyone is moving. I can't stop."

　Alice's idea is very clear. She will start investigating everything about the Painted Gate, find clues from history, and then try to open it.

　If this was her fate, she would face it.

　The girl raised her head and looked at the dark clouds covering the city with a dazed look on her face.

　When dark clouds gather over the city, everyone's heart is plunged into gloom.

　...END...

Chapter 519 Pomegranate JuicePomegranatejuice

　New Galo.

　In the shadows of the colonnade, figures were pinned to the ground and forced to kneel facing the giant door.

　They are the Garo people, the remnants of that fallen kingdom.

　Behind them, immortals were leaning on their spears, like iron pillars of a cage.

　In front of them, a shaman was holding an incense burner and praying continuously.

　"Oh... the Great Praiser, Descendant of the Sun, the fiercest hunter and the most cunning lioness..."

　As she chanted, the shadow of the colonnade gradually took shape, the darkness became increasingly darker, and the surface of the shadow gradually turned into boiling water.

　The Supreme Praiser emerged from the darkness. Her head was a lion's head made of black iron, and her body was covered with a tattered red robe, faintly revealing the worn bronze armor underneath.

　She walked up to a Garo and looked down at the girl in front of her.

　"No...don't..." The girl looked at the huge monster in front of her with tears in her eyes, her voice trembling.

　Sekhmet said nothing. She stretched out her claws and gently stroked the girl's head.

　Just as a trace of confusion flashed in the girl's eyes, she crushed the head under her claws like tofu.

　"Pfft!"