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

　"Form your formation immediately!"

　"Yes!"

　At his command, the soldiers lined up in a row at the back and then cut their necks with daggers.

　"Pfft!"

　Row after row, in an instant, hundreds of lives were burned to ashes.

　The blood turned into black mist and settled in the air, rolling repeatedly, gradually outlining a huge lioness's head.

　The resentment from the Cursed River is rising wildly at this moment, getting closer and closer to the real world!

　The cursed angel spread its wings beneath the abyss!

Chapter 526 Pomegranate Juice (Part 8) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　New Galo - Ten minutes until the White Angel lands

　"Ha ha..."

　As one steam airship after another took off, the countdown to the Pale Angel's landing began.

　Isis was running quickly on the street, her intricate and elegant dress was already a mess due to rain and mud.

　On the way to Letes Agomont's mansion, Isis's team encountered several ambushes on the street, but most of the imperial soldiers had no desire to fight, and some even begged Isis to take them away as well.

　""

　Soon, Isis stood in front of Letus Agomont's mansion.

　Alia suddenly appeared in front of her, her mask open, spewing steam.

　"There are many residents hiding in the basement of his house," said Alia. "I'll notify the airship, and you guys go pry the door open."

　"it is good."

　Isis nodded and immediately rushed towards the mansion with a group of people.

　The steam joints opened and closed, and the puppet girl smashed open the main door wrapped with iron chains with one punch.

　As soon as she entered the mansion, Isis heard the sound of a piano coming from the second floor - the notes were frantic, the melody was strange and very discordant.

　From that strange melody, she seemed to... sense some unusual emotions.

　"Go to the basement," Isis said, "I'm going to find the owner of the mansion."

　After saying that, Isis walked down the stairs to the second floor.

　She had already struggled on the way here: Was Letus Agomont really worth saving? That madman had killed her, leaving her like this.

　But she finally decided to put aside those personal grudges for the time being.

　For no other reason than that Lights hid so many innocent residents in the house.

　At the door of the room on the second floor, the sound of the piano became more and more violent, mixed with the thunder outside the window, making Isis feel a little ominous.

　Isis reached for the door handle, but felt a strong resistance holding her back.

　Is this... extraordinary out of control?

　"Letus Agomont!" Isis shouted. "Open the door! The tsunami is coming!"

　There was no response in the room, the piano music continued.

　Isis took a deep breath, and lightning gathered on the tip of her fist—

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　She began to attack the door in front of her, her fists moving faster and faster.

　"Ding--"

　As the last inch of tissue was wrapped in pale blue light, Xingmo opened his eyes.

　She reached out and grasped the string of truth, and the pale blue light and shadow quickly blurred the surrounding scene.

　"Buzzing..."

　"Boom..."

　The room stopped moving, and the secret room where Toth Ibrahim was located was completely peeled off by Xingmo, and then "defined" above the sky garden.

　"Stars...moon...sun..."

　Xingmo ignored Toth Ibrahim's whispers, turned around and pushed open the door of the secret room.

　A strong wind mixed with heavy rain blew into the colonnade. The Golden King Ugaen Tukakankion was standing at the edge of the colonnade, wiping the broken spear in his hand.

　At his feet, four or five imperial ministers, dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing masks, were lying, their faces covered in blood.

　Hearing Xingmo coming, Wugaen turned his head slightly, and there seemed to be a scorching sun swirling in his golden eyes.

　"You brought it as promised," said the emperor.

　"Your minister?" Xing Mo looked at the corpse at his feet.

　"To be precise, it's the believers of the Court of Redemption," Ugaan's lips curled slightly, "The Supreme One controls everything, including me."

　More and more golden essence flowed out of his body, and it seemed that his body would collapse at any time, but he still looked nonchalant.

　"You will die soon." Xing Moyan.

　"Yanxia Jiuzhou once had a small vassal state... called Liudao... which was also the territory of Yan Zun..." Wu Jiaen murmured, "In their country, when a brave man commits suicide, he will be accompanied by a kaishakunin, who is responsible for ending the suicide's pain."

　"You mean, you are a hero?" Xing Mo said expressionlessly.

　"No...I want to say..."

　Wugaen looked at Xingmo and smiled:

　"You are the kaishakunin."

　The emperor waved his hand, and his yellow robe fluttered in the wind.

　The outline of the Hanging Gardens began to turn darker inch by inch, and the inscription on the skeleton of the divine bird began to light up.

　"The Hanging Gardens will soon become my kingdom," said Ugaon. "Let's go."

　Xing Mo nodded, his figure flashed in the blue sky, and then disappeared.

　Ugaen turned around and walked towards the secret room in the heavy rain outside the colonnade.

　After entering the dark secret room, he stood in front of Thoth Ibrahim, looking directly at his old friend who had lost his mind for the empire.

　"Your contribution will be remembered by history." Ugaen said to the great sage.

　"History...we don't have...hehe...no history..."

　The head hanging from the ceiling was shaking, and Toth's eyes were cloudy.

　"...We...are fake...marionettes...hehe...the moon is rising~"

　Looking at the crazy great sage, Ugaen closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

　“Yes, we are puppets.”

　"...The moon hangs in the sky ~ Moonlight shines on our faces ~ Our hearts are empty ~ empty"

　Ugaan looked up at Thoth, and the golden sand in his palm condensed into a dagger.

　And Thoth still laughed and sang loudly:

　"...Look~that~ crescent moon...crimson~in the night~"

　Ugaon held the blade across his arm and cut every time Thoth sang.

　"...The wolf chases the moon~ its eyes are red~"

　"...The children are panicking~ Shadows are crawling around the foot of the bed~ Yo~"

　"...Look at that...you..."

　Toth's eyes froze for a moment, and the words in his mouth gradually became stuck.

　Golden essence flowed from Ugaen's wrist and dripped onto the ground, and the temperature in the room gradually rose.

　The temperature seemed to change something in the room, and the spell that had been set long ago began to flow in Thoth's blood.

　"...I...the moon...He...binds..."

　Ugaan stared at Thoth and slit his wrists again:

　"I..."

　Then, he recited a Sand Song in a low voice:

　"sun."

　Suddenly, something seemed to break.

　The ancient song of sand seemed to awaken the last remaining ray of consciousness in Toth Ibrahim's mind. His pupils trembled slightly, and a gleam of light flashed briefly.

　"Emperor..." Thoth Ibrahim began tremblingly, "I'm so cold... It's so cold here! I'm so scared...!"

　"Tell me the secret, and the sun will rise."

　Ugaan looked directly at Thoth. On his chest, the feather of the divine bird was fitting perfectly into his tattoo, branding into his skin like a branding iron.

　Since the day he received this extraordinary relic from the White Tower, Ugarn has been trying to contain it, so he has never left Garden Top in all this time.

　He knew that if the Battle of the White Tower failed, the Empire would become a discarded pawn of the Court of Redemption.

　All the people in the empire will become undead souls in the blood sacrifice. Cain will never give up the Cursed River, just like an excellent chess player will not give up his queen.

　Ugaon fully agreed with the Supreme One's approach, which was the most effective approach.

　But he wavered before executing it.

　He recalled the time spent trekking through the desert, and the long journey of more than three thousand years that the Golden People had taken from the Age of Gods to the modern era.

　They finally got some water.

　Survival is a treasure for the people of gold.

　So does water.

　Survival and water, how could he take these away from his people?

　He has reached this point by any means necessary, using the methods of his enemies against his own people and using cruel decisions to kill those lives that were not planned.

　"An emperor who does whatever it takes," is how history books describe him.

　And he is indeed such a person.

　He used every possible means to ensure the continuation of his golden people.

　Now, he has finally reached the final measure in his plan.

　"Tell me, the ultimate secret."

　Ugaon again gave orders to the trembling Toth Ibrahim.

　Looking directly at his emperor, the great sage's body trembled wildly, the brains hanging on the ceiling kept shaking, and black mucus flowed down, and was immediately swallowed by the lava-like golden liquid on the ground.

　In a trance, he saw the sun in the emperor's eyes.

　Then, before all the brains exploded, he spoke in a trance—

　Seawall Defense Line - Five minutes until Pale Angel lands

　The coast has completely become the bombing zone of the Typhoon Fleet. Flames exploded on the shore, and the wreckage of the coastal defense guns lay on the ground, with blood-red fragments of unknown meaning remaining in between.

　Delem Kans was enjoying killing more and more in the rainstorm. He spun his trident, and his body became slender and strong. Blue-gray fish scales covered his skin, and the characteristics of marine life were all over his body.

　His trident exploded with tremors in the rain, shattering all the flesh and blood it encountered along the way, including the sailors'.

　"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

　Delem's vision was stained with blood red, and he could only see blocks of color, blocks of color of living things and blocks of color of dead things.

　At this moment, he suddenly saw a black block.

　"buzz"

　The spiritual pressure knocked him to the ground, and Draim felt as if his whole body was shattered, and liquid oozed out of his skin.

　He stood up and looked up, only to see dark shadows gushing out from the pile of soldiers' corpses—