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

　"The theoretical last piece of the puzzle?"

　"The life required by the Supreme Chord is different from truth and destiny. It has never been determined which authority it is. It can only be determined through the words on the stone tablets: the Tree of Life, the Confused Kingdom, and the Song of the Sand."

　Ugaan answered without reservation.

　"In fact, the Lost Realm and the Song of Sand are the same authority. They are both fragments of the authority of the Golden Sun, two sides of the same authority, or in other words..."

　"...Blazing sunlight and shadows."

　"The power of life nurtured on this land, combined with the power of life from the stars, the String Painter mentioned by the Most High seems to believe that this will create a connection between the earth and the stars, thereby giving truth and destiny a definite existence within the confines of this planet through the puzzle of life."

　"So, you should understand... why we need to bring Aurora Halfgard into this chessboard."

　Ugaen looked at Aurora beside him.

　"Help me, and I will give you the Song of the Sands."

　After hearing what Wugaen said, Xingmo fell silent for a while.

　It must be said that the information he provided was very useful, and even explained some things that Xingmo had been confused about before.

　For example, why did the tree of life come from the outside world, but it was the "third of life" prophesied on the stone tablet?

　In fact, it is one and a half, and these two halves correspond to "native life" and "life from the stars" respectively.

　The String Painter believes this will create some kind of connection.

　Xingmo didn't know whether what Ugaen said was true or not, but no matter what, the Song of Sand was what Aurora needed.

　Once she obtains the Song of Sand, Aurora will become the complete Goddess of Life.

　At least within the confines of this world.

　Xing Mo looked at the emperor in front of her. She naturally knew how valuable the information just now was.

　Originally, Ugaen might not have been worthy of knowing information of this level.

　However, the advent of the evil god of Mortiheim was orchestrated by the Empire. After all, the Empire is the agent of the Court of Redemption on the continent of Vesta. The reason why this emperor can access this level of secrets is because he is a sharp sword.

　Therefore, Xingmo did not doubt the authenticity of this information.

　She also understood why Ugaen revealed all this information at this time - he wanted to tell the importance of the Song of Sand so that Xingmo would help him.

　From this perspective, it is worth continuing the discussion: because the interests of both parties are very clear.

　"How do you need me to help you?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Bring me Thoth Ibrahim, you have already seen him," said Ugaen.

　"Thot Ibrahim? The former great sage who worked for you and eventually went mad?"

　Xingmo had seen the great sage in the ruins near the Golden Sun God's residence.

　The scholar created the heart of the Hanging Gardens, but he went crazy after glimpsing some "truth" and turned into a creature that was neither human nor ghost.

　"You kept him there?" Aurora asked with some disgust.

　She had not intended to speak, but when she thought of that student

　After the invaders became half-human and half-ghost for the sake of the empire, without even a proper cleanup, Aurora instinctively felt disgust.

　In response to this, Ugaen shook his head slightly:

　“He’s seen so much that he just has to be there.”

　"Seeing too much of what?" Xing Mo asked.

　"Secretly," replied Ugaon, "from the bones of the sacred bird."

　For a moment, Xing Mo's vigilance immediately increased.

　Before she could speak, Ugaen said naturally:

　"I didn't intend to hide it from you. The secret that Toth Ibrahim knew was a piece of the puzzle I had planned long ago. His mission was determined from the beginning."

　"That's what elevates me to an angel."

　Knowing an ultimate secret is one of the conditions for the Slate of Truth to be elevated to an angel.

　Xing Mo knew it, and the Golden King naturally knew it too.

　The golden lightning overflowed again, and at this moment, Xing Mo's murderous intent reached its peak.

　If the Golden King had already prepared for his ascension to an angel, then his purpose could not be so simple.

　Taking the Song of Sand from a demigod was easy.

　But from the hands of an angel?

　"You really dare to say that." Xing Mo smiled kindly.

　"I don't intend to hide anything." Ugaen closed his eyes and shook his head.

　"Then how can I be sure that after you become an angel, you will still obediently hand over the Song of Sand?"

　"You have to believe it," Ugaan opened his eyes, golden light flashing in his pupils, "because only I can kill Sekhmet."

　He stood up, not afraid at all of the golden lightning that was stirred up by the Xingmo wand, and pressed his chest against the white bone wand.

　"I, Ugaen Tukakankion, King of Kings," he growled. "Only I can tame the evil spirits of the Cursed River. Even if the Golden People die, they will follow me, for I am their only and final emperor!"

　"Only I can make the cursed river flow towards me! Only then will Sekhmet truly lose the source of her power, and only then can she be killed!"

　"Even if you kill me now and take the Song of Sand, you won't be able to stop Sekhmet unless you want to go against the entire Cursed River!"

　"You see, Enoch is walking on this land. You are struggling with the river. Even if you can defeat him, he will pierce your heart from behind!"

　"I have no way of becoming an angel of wisdom. My fate is in Enoch's hands. After I kill Sekhmet, I will fall into madness."

　"At that time, I was no match for you."

　After saying this, Ugaen laughed wildly, looking like a jackal at its wit's end in the desert.

　It was the first time Xingmo saw such an expression on the face of the cold emperor. She knew that the chessboard had now turned into a gambling table, and Ugaen Tukakankian decided to put all his chips on the table.

　His logic was correct. Through the golden scarf, Xingmo saw Father Enoch's arrival with his own eyes and heard their conversation.

　She also knew that Ugaen was destined not to become an angel of wisdom, as she had seen his condition.

　All these thoughts finally converged into a question mark:

　"why?"

　Xingmo asked, and the two pairs of golden eyes looked at each other.

　Ugaon smiled, he knew he had won and he would get what he wanted.

　He fell to the edge of the bed, raised his head, and did not move his eyes away from Xingmo's eyes.

　"Just as the nature of the Fog People is to plunder, the nature of the Gold People is to survive, to survive by any means necessary."

　"My goal from the beginning to the end has been to ensure the survival of the Golden People. Everything else is just a means."

　"I don't trust you." Xing Mo said lightly.

　"Then let us each take what we need..." Ugaen's mouth curled up slightly, "You have killed so many gods, what is an emperor in front of you?"

　"Bring me Toth Ibrahim."

　After he finished speaking, the golden light in Tolum's eyes gradually faded, and the golden quicksand was withdrawn from his body.

　He fell into a coma and lay in bed, motionless.

　Xingmo turned around and looked at Aurora, then whispered:

　"Little Ancestor, what do you think?"

　"Let's follow his lead," Aurora nodded. "This will at least save the residents of New Galo."

　"Well, this way, we can also solve the difficulties that the Pale Angel may encounter when going ashore."

　The two walked to the window together. Xingmo opened the window and stretched out her hand towards the heavy rain outside.

　She flicked her finger lightly towards the rain, and her fingertip accurately hit a drop of water in the rain curtain, causing ripples in the heavy rain.

　Ripples instantly spanned billions of raindrops, and among the rain and mist on the waves of the sea, irregular ice-blue pupils lit up at the same moment.

　The pale angel raised his head and headed towards the coastline faster and faster. Laslan's fleet sailed through the waves at his knees, and the pirates' wild laughter cast a dark hue on the rainstorm.

　The angel's gaze pierced through the rain and quickly focused on a small dot on the coastline, his gaze reflected in the depths of Xingmo's pupils.

　"The White Angel will attack Singara in three hours," Xingmo said softly. "By then, Sekhmet and the Singara Defense Force will focus all their forces on the coast, leaving Toth Ibrahim's location undefended."

　"From what Ugaen said, the great sage has fallen into a state unfit to leave after learning the truth, so I need to use the String of Truth to bring him to the Hanging Gardens."

　Xingmo looked at Aurora:

　"Little Ancestor, the Hanging Garden is now in your hands, but don't use your full strength. Let Freya and Alia help you."

　"Yeah." Aurora nodded.

　"You need to save the power for the Golden King or Enoch. After ensuring safety, you can accommodate the Song of Sand. This way, we will have all the pieces of the puzzle."

　"I understand." Aurora nodded slightly.

　"What's wrong? You seem to be in a bad mood." Xing Mo was stunned for a moment.

　Aurora shook her head slightly, as if she didn't want to say anything.

　But she still spoke frankly:

　"Little Saint, you just decided without hesitation to let an angel set foot in a city with a population of 350,000. You showed absolutely no concern for those who might die."

　"This is part of Ugaen's game," Xingmo shook her head. "If we save these people, he'll have some free attention. In a game, this little extra attention could very well change the situation."

　"Besides, the residents of Singara are his people. If he truly is determined to ensure the survival of the Golden People by any means necessary, as he claims... then he must be held accountable."

　"The lives of the residents of Singara are being put on the chessboard by their emperor, and we can only follow suit."

　Hearing Xingmo say this, Aurora shook her head slightly and said:

　"Even if those 350,000 people died?"

　"If they don't die, someone from the Citadel might die," Xingmo said, gazing at Aurora intently. "Little Ancestor, do you wish for this to happen?"

　"I don't like it." Aurora shook her head.

　"I...actually I don't like this either," Xing Mo swallowed, her eyes looking empty for a moment, "but..."

　"No need to explain to me, little saint, I actually understand."

　Aurora gently hugged Xingmo and held her.

　The girl raised her head and looked into Xingmo's golden eyes - she didn't even realize that her eyes had been golden since the beginning.

　"I'm just..." Aurora lowered her voice considerably, "I'm not used to it."

　She quickly kissed Xingmo on the cheek, then turned around and left the room, probably to make preparations.

　Xingmo stood alone by the window, the rain outside hitting her cheeks, cold.

　She turned her head, carefully reached out her hand, and caught a drop of cold rain.

　It really doesn't seem that cold.

　Why?

　She looked up at the clouds and fog rolling across the sky, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

　After a long time, Xingmo opened her eyes, and her pupils had turned back to emerald green.

　The mark of the Tree of Life lit up on the back of her hand, and Xingmo's senses extended to the distant Winter County.

　"Isis, can you hear me?"

　"Send some men from Chloe and some steam dragons. We need to evacuate the civilians."

　"Then, notify the Citadel and have all steam airships deployed in the archipelago take off..."

　"...I don't know the expected number of evacuees. We'll just save as many as we can."

　When the angels come ashore, the death toll will change from blood to cold numbers.

　At some point, Xingmo no longer saw blood, but numbers.

　She was forcing herself to see blood.

Chapter 523 Pomegranate Juice (Part 5) -4k- (Double Update in One)