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

　"What did you see?" Xing Mo asked.

　"I see... a red moon..." Thoth Ibrahim murmured, "and then comes crimson... like a tide..."

　“He said…the mountains will move and the seas will dry up!”

　The spirit world began to shake, and Xing Mo could feel the natural spirits escaping.

　They are afraid, afraid of the terrifying power that is gradually leaking out from the secrets.

　Xing Mo knew that there was a high probability that she would not be able to get anything out of Toth.

　He knew those secrets, but that was all, and he had no way to express them in normal sentences.

　"I will take you to see your king," Xingmo held out her hand, "get ready."

　A pale blue light flowed in the room and began to erode the space.

　It will take Xingmo some time to completely peel off Thoth Ibrahim's structure. The sage's body is very fragile, and it is best not to damage the brains hanging on the ceiling, otherwise the secrets may explode like a bomb.

　However, she was not anxious or panicked.

　Ring City - Forty-five minutes until the Pale Angel lands

　"boom----"

　Accompanied by the howling wind, the gates around the city were blown open.

　The soldiers in the city had been waiting for a long time. The streets were filled with sand cannons made of gold sand, aiming at the gate that could collapse at any time.

　But when the door burst open, they only saw a little blue light -

　“Swish, swish, swish, swish—”

　Arya was already standing behind the array of soldiers. She swung the steel blade, and thick blood splashed onto the ground, which was immediately washed away by the rain.

　The soldiers fell like straw, dying in an instant, without pain.

　The Kite Wing Guerrillas immediately rushed into the ring city with the Academy City troops. After the fierce fighting at the entrance of the ring city, they had few troops left.

　Now, there are only forty-five minutes left until evacuation.

　Alia didn't know how many more people she could save, but she didn't want to give up.

　"Search the house," Alia ordered. "If anything happens, call me on the radio and I'll be there immediately."

　As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed some unusual movement coming from the house next to her.

　The mask closed, the shuttle burst out with ice-blue light, and Alia instantly appeared on the second floor of the house.

　"Don't hurt me! We're one family!"

　Alia's mask opened, revealing an old man holding a wand.

　"Are you calling upon the Tree of Life?" Arya frowned.

　"Luffy said that this would help us get reinforcements..."

　Minister Zarun breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that the person who came was one of his own, he slumped down on the sofa.

　"Let's take the children away..." He pointed weakly to the side.

　Alia turned her head and heard a baby crying from the next room.

　She nodded, and disappeared from the room in a flash.

　Soon, the rescue team entered the room and began to move the babies and mothers hiding there.

　Isis Elebella stepped into the room and sat down across from Zaroun.

　"Long time no see, Minister Zaruen."

　Isis smiled.

　"Long time no see... Miss Isis... You look much better..." Zarun sighed.

　"I thought you were under house arrest like Mr. Luffy," Isis's brow relaxed. "As a member of the pacifist faction, I don't want you to be treated like that."

　"It's basically like being under house arrest..." Zaroun laughed self-deprecatingly. "Look, I can't even enter the Hanging Gardens. Now I can only linger here. Luffy left me a message, letting me know when to contact you. After all, we all know what Sekhmet is going to do..."

　"Where in the Ring City are the residents being held?" Isis asked.

　Hearing this question, Zarun shook his head sadly.

　"You can't save them," he said.

　"why?"

　"Remember those underground tunnels? During the war?" Zaroun took a breath. "Those tunnels have been expanded several times, and most of the residents have been imprisoned in them. Time is running out."

　"this..."

　Isis looked embarrassed, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly.

　"We...we need more time..."

　"No, no amount of time will help," Zaruen shook his head. "Those residents...are no longer the people you understand them to be."

　"What's the meaning...?"

　"Their souls have become part of Sekhmet, her spare sacrifices. Even if you try to rescue them, they won't come out."

　"Besides... there's no way to save them..." Zaruen closed his eyes in pain, "The underground system is too big... there are too many..."

　He took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at his hands, looking at the grooves on them.

　"...I expanded it for her..." Zaruun muttered, "She said it would be a shelter! She clearly said it was a shelter!"

　"...Calm down, Mr. Zarun." Isis also closed her eyes. "We can only...do our best."

　"Try your best..."

　Zarun stared straight at Isis, a look of ecstasy suddenly appearing on his face:

　"Yes! Try your best! I almost forgot! There are still many residents who have been secretly sheltered! There are still people who can be saved!"

　"Where are they? I need a spot." Isis stood up immediately.

　"They're at... at... Letts Argomont's house! Yes! There are a lot of people hiding in the basement of that house! A lot of children!"

　Zaroun said excitedly;

　"Go save them! We don't have enough time!"

　Isis immediately stood up and said to the Kite Wing Guerrillas beside her:

　"Follow me, there are still a group of civilians who need to be evacuated!"

　"Ma'am, we may not have enough time." The team member said seriously.

　"Let the main force evacuate first, and select a few volunteers to go with me," Isis said with a gleaming look. "I... know where his home is."

　Letus Agomont, the source of Isis's nightmares.

　That mediocre artist pushed her over the edge of the garden, crushing her to pieces and leaving her in her current state.

　Isis had a premonition that she would see him again someday, but she had never imagined it would be under such circumstances.

　"Mr. Zarun, please follow them and leave first," Isis looked at Zarun, "This place will soon no longer be safe."

　Unexpectedly, Zarun just shook his head slightly.

　"I will stay with Xin Jialuo until the last moment," he said in a voice as old as a tree. "It can be considered as atonement..."

　Isis did not persuade the old man. He had lived for so long that he was qualified to decide his own destiny.

　She quickly jumped down from the windowsill and ran towards the interior of the ring city.

　The rain is getting heavier.

　Seawall Defense Line - Twenty-five minutes until Pale Angel lands

　The dark sea surface began to evaporate, and some kind of natural force surged out from under the ocean current and began to purify the black sea surface.

　The melodious whale song drifted from the distant sea, accompanied by silver-white lightning that cut through the waves, and the dark curse gradually disappeared in the lightning.

　A group of storm narwhals appeared on the battlefield.

　Through the telescope, General Tutankhamun saw a white-haired girl.

　She stood on the back of the narwhal like an elegant goddess, with silver-white lightning surrounding her.

　Bai Ling opened his eyes and looked at the coast, looking at the imperial ships that were converted from old whaling ships.

　The Imperials have run out of tricks. After the destruction of the Golden Fleet, all that remains are just fillers.

　If Bai Ling didn't take action, they would have sunk.

　But Ghost really, really hates whalers.

　The girl waved her hand lightly, and in an instant, hundreds of lightning bolts shot out from between the narwhals, piercing the last fleet—

　"boom----"

　Flames shot up into the sky, and silver-white lightning engulfed the imperial ships one after another, like a string of firecrackers.

　Several ships tried to flee towards the seawall, but suddenly a dragon roared. The dragon tore through the waves, its majestic body rising from the sea.

　"Boom!"

　Amidst the thunder, the last few ships exploded, turning the sea into a sea of ​​fire.

　Amidst the howling wind, a three-masted sailing ship tore through the sea of ​​fire and rushed towards the seawall with a strong wind.

　On the Typhoon, Delem Kans laughed wildly, and a violent wind blew from the trident:

　"Mermaid boys! The party's about to begin!"

　"clang"

　The tuning fork vibrates, and the wind cuts the sea surface

　, all the way to the seabed, the Typhoon sailed above the strong wind!

　In this way, the last bit of curse essence on the sea can no longer stop the Typhoon!

　"Fire!" General Tutankhamun waved his saber.

　"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　Dozens of city defense cannons opened fire at the same time, hitting the Typhoon that was riding the wind and engulfing it in flames.

　Then, a trident exploded out from the flames and pierced straight into the chest of a soldier—

　"Pfft!"

　The violent sonic waves emitted by the trident's vibration instantly blasted the soldier into a pulp. Then, a figure wearing a tricorn hat jumped out from the flames, grabbed the trident, and swept it across—

　"clang----"

　The sound waves exploded, and the three city defense cannons were blown into pieces, and flames burst out.

　The soldiers surrounded Delem Kans and were about to attack when they saw the flames dissipate. The Typhoon, lifted into the air by the strong wind, fired all its missiles downwards.

　"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

　""

　The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the ant nest.

　When a gap appeared in Xinjialuo's sea security line, more and more gaps began to spread from this center point.

　With the help of the Storm Narwhal and the Dragon, the Typhoon Fleet quickly gained control of the sea. One shot after another of the Wind Cannon tore through the rain curtain, washing the coast of Singara with blood.

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　The sailors began to come ashore, and after sailing for so long on the Angel Current, they no longer had many human features.

　Fish scales covered their bodies, and the characteristics of marine animals appeared everywhere on their bodies, making them look like a fleet from the deep sea.

　No, they are a fleet from the deep sea - the blood of the Abyss City still flows in the blood of the Laslan people!

　They pounced on the Singara soldiers like hunters. The smell of fish and blood filled the shore, and the blood soon dyed the seawall red.

　"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

　General Tutankhamun chopped off a head with more than a dozen tentacles with one blow, then quickly retreated and roared:

　"Blood sacrifice! We need a blood sacrifice!"