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

　"The Imperials used the curse on the battlefields of my homeland," she whispered, "and now they use it on their own people."

　"Captain! The streets are cleared!"

　"Evacuate the civilians! Time is running out! Evacuate as many as you can! Don't force those who don't want to leave!"

　The evacuation work began in an orderly manner. Chloe and Isis came to the front of the defense line together and looked at the city gate in the distance.

　There, densely packed imperial troops formed a defensive line.

　"How many people have we rescued?" Chloe asked.

　"About five to six thousand people... Most of them seem to have been taken to the Ring City," Isis sighed. "The Ring City simply can't accommodate so many people. I... I'm not sure how they were captured."

　"Then break through the ring city. We still have an hour and a half, which is enough time for us to evacuate."

　Chloe turned the wind string gun in her hand and went to summon the Kite Wing Guerrillas.

　Looking at the residents who were taken out of the building and their frightened eyes, Isis couldn't help but sigh softly.

　In fact, Isis knew that the troops deployed in the area outside the city were actually sacrificed.

　The main force should be on the seawall and around the city.

　Sekhmet seemed to have deliberately abandoned some of the people, which was not a good sign, because it meant that she was sure that the remaining people would be able to stay.

　But Isis wanted to give it a try, to save as many people as possible.

　""

　"Boom! Boom!"

　The area around Mr. Luffy's mansion was cleared as the wind string cannon killed the participating garrison.

　A steam airship landed on the lawn at the door, and the civilians were taken onto the airship in a trance, their figures blurred in the heavy rain.

　Mr. Luffy stood at the window, looking at the residents being evacuated below, with dark shadows in his old eyes.

　The fact that the steamship could land near the city ring only meant one thing—

　——The anti-aircraft firepower of the Hanging Garden was destroyed.

　This is harder to do than you might think, unless someone in the garden is deliberately facilitating this situation.

　In fact, Luffy knew exactly who that person was.

　No one could do such a thing except the emperor.

　"Even you want to compromise with fate, old friend?"

　Luffy sighed, turned around, and pulled the handle of the suitcase.

　The door behind him was pushed open, and the elf princess Freya walked in and nodded to Luffy:

　"Old man, we should go now. Let them handle the rest."

　"it is good..."

　""

　Before boarding the steamship, Mr. Luffy turned around one last time and looked at the house where he had lived for so many years.

　The ring city behind the house was once the biggest source of shadow in New Galo. It overlapped with the shadow of the Sky Garden, leaving the mark of class firmly imprinted on the souls roaring in the shadow of the ring city.

　But now, under the dark clouds, the shadow of the city is indeed so insignificant.

　Walking from the desert to the oasis, Luffy hadn't been caught in such heavy rain for a long time.

　"sun."

　He pronounced a word in the ancient language, turned around, and boarded the steamship.

　One hour and eight minutes until the Pale Angel lands.

　"Fire! Fire! Hahahahahahahahaha!"

　On the deck of the Typhoon, the pirate king, Delem Kans, kept striking his trident, and the tuning fork blasted out roaring tracks in the rain.

　The wind string cannon madly penetrated into the curtain of heavy rain and hit the seawall defense line of Xinjialuo.

　The pirates have reached the seawall! They still remember the humiliation of being torn apart by the Golden Fleet, and the gazes of successive ocean archons who treated them like ants.

　Those shames were carved on their decks, twisted into a rope, tying them to the raised sails with hatred.

　Today, a typhoon will sweep across the coast of Singara!

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　Amidst the howling gale, explosions rang out on the sea like fireworks, and the imperial ships near the coast exploded one after another.

　The Imperials opened fire! Thousands of coastal defense guns opened fire simultaneously, leaving dark trails streaking across the sky like meteors—they were shells filled with anti-life essence!

　"Boom! Boom!"

　Under the influence of the strong wind field, the shells did not directly hit any ship in the Typhoon Fleet, but hit the sea surface, dyeing the sea water black.

　Then, tentacles rolled out from the black sea and clung tightly to the hull.

　"Buzzing..."

　The Typhoon shook violently. Delem Kans was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

　"Hahahahaha! Imperials! This is your own damn coastal waters! It seems like you really don't want to live anymore! You bunch of lunatics! I just like opponents like you! Hahahahahaha!"

　The scales on his face grew more and more, and finally they began to flutter like dragon scales. The strange sound area spread out with him as the center, causing fine ripples in the surrounding space.

　Those pitch-black tentacles were shaken apart, exploding one after another. The Typhoon was the first to break through the black sea, and its sails accelerated wildly under the push of the strong wind.

　But the cursed bullets hit the sea, making it darker and darker.

　The channel between the River of Curse and reality was thus established, and the evil spirits from the abyss crawled out of the Black Sea and climbed on the outline of the Typhoon Fleet.

　The sailors fired below the deck, but there were too many of them, and soon screams were heard from the deck.

　On the coast, General Tutankhamun ordered his soldiers to line up in a long line facing the sea.

　Their uniforms were soaked by the heavy rain, and the badges had a bronze luster washed out by the rain.

　"For Sekhmet!" General Tutankhamun shouted.

　"For Sekhmet!"

　Hundreds of soldiers drew out their bronze daggers at the same time and slit their throats without hesitation.

　"Pfft!"

　The moment the blood came into contact with the air, it turned into pure black and sank into the ground. Sticky threads began to connect the ground and the sky.

　With blood as a sacrifice, the creatures in the cursed river began to climb towards the real dimension.

　The bodies of the soldiers quickly dried up on the ground and turned into dry bones. Only their military uniforms barely revealed their appearance before death.

　"Array up!"

　General Tutankhamun shouted, and another row of soldiers stepped forward and drew the bronze daggers from their waists.

　"For Sekhmet!"

　"For Sekhmet!"

　"Pfft!"

　""

　In the Hanging Gardens, Golden King Ugaen Tukakankion pushed open the door of his throne room and walked to the edge of the colonnade.

　He looked at the rain curtain, the black mist rising from the seawall, and the sticky threads going straight into the sky, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

　He knew that his bet over the past century had paid off.

　Even without his guidance, the Imperials learned to survive by any means necessary.

　This was something engraved in the soul, and now Ugaan was sure that he had made it remain in the soul of every Golden People forever.

　If you need an emperor, then submit to the emperor.

　If you need an evil god, then submit to him.

　The soldiers had chosen to follow Sekhmet, which did not make Ugaan feel betrayed, but rather relieved.

　And now, what he has to do is to keep this flame flowing.

　Ugaen reached out and touched the stone pillar, gently wiping away the dust on the surface, revealing the strange runes on it.

　The structure of the Hanging Gardens is made of the skeletons of mythical birds.

　"Old friend, this will be our last blessing."

　There was a flame burning in his eyes, so dazzling even in the rain.

　This is the flame of the Golden People.

Chapter 525 Pomegranate Juice (Part 7) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　Erlu Desert - Fifty-eight minutes until the Pale Angel lands

　"Boom!"

　The two Infinites nailed Sekhmet to the wall, making her completely unable to move.

　Golden strips of paper grew out from her chest and quickly spread out, soon covering her entire body.

　The lioness raised her head and watched the angel holding two swords walking towards her step by step, choking on blood.

　"You help that foolish king? Your enemy?" Sekhmet asked.

　Xingmo ignored her, pulled out the Crescent Moon from inside his coat, and aimed at the lioness's head.

　"boom----"

　The angel bullet emitted a blazing white light, instantly blasting Sekhmet's head into pieces.

　She is forbidden by the Truth to appear in this area, and the damage that the Angel Bullet can cause will extend all the way to the Cursed River through her.

　This is a power that can kill angels, so even the Cursed River will be greatly affected.

　This way, the annoying lioness won't appear again for a while.

　Of course, Xingmo hoped that this angel bullet would kill her completely directly - although this was probably impossible.

　""

　After Sekhmet was finally dealt with, Xingmo walked through the main entrance of the ruins and headed down the stairs.

　Soon, she came to the secret room where Thoth Ibrahim was.

　"Zi..."

　A little starlight lit up, and Xingmo saw the twisted former great sage with countless brains.

　Half of his body was still hanging on the ceiling, his unevenly arranged, cloudy eyeballs were staring straight at Xingmo, and his three hands were slightly stretched out towards her.

　"You... you have come..." Thoth Ibrahim murmured, "The key... the chain... and the bound one..."

　Hearing this familiar name, Xingmo couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met this great sage.

　At that time, he also called Xingmo "the key, the chain, and the bound one."

　At that time, she thought it was the nonsense of a madman, but as Xing Mo's attainments in mysticism became deeper and deeper, she no longer thought so.

　Those brains hanging from the ceiling are probably the organs that Thoth Ibrahim "evolved" to withstand those crazy secrets.

　The brain and soul of a mortal cannot bear those secrets, so Thoth used the heart of God to put himself into a state of "out of control", so that he could grow a brain that was strong enough to carry those secrets.

　But even so, so many brains could not contain that one secret - he still became neither human nor ghost.

　Xing Mo could understand it. After all, she had also seen that secret in the Gate of Skeletons, and until now she didn't dare to recall that secret.

　That was a secret that was enough to make an angel collapse, but Thoth Ibrahim carried it through with the body of a saint.

　Although the cost is regrettably high.

　"Toth Ibrahim, the Pale Angel will soon land on the coast of Singara, and your emperor needs you." Xingmo said.

　"Ah...divine revelation..." the great sage murmured, "Lightning strikes the thunder tree...the typhoon swallows the seawall...hehehe...the sun...the sun is about to rise!"

　He shook the brains hanging from the ceiling frantically, making sticky noises.

　"Are you going to the moon? Ah... you... you who are great... you who are devoted..."