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

　The two pairs of eyes faced each other, and through the gazes of the parliamentarians, they seemed to be able to produce lightning.

　Almost no MPs dared to speak out. After MP Johnson died in an accident, the timid MPs no longer dared to challenge Ophelia's authority.

　"The territorial rights of the Pushet family are inviolable. This is a principle," Diana leaned back slightly. "However, we will naturally cooperate with the parliament if you feel it is necessary to restrict those golden people."

　"Then let's vote," Ophelia said. "Those who support restricting the activities of the Golden People in the Citadel, raise your hands."

　There were twenty-four people, and the final vote count was eighteen to six.

　Ophelia lowered her hand and raised her chin towards Diana.

　Diana nodded slightly and said:

　"The Pushite family's private army will be responsible for the security of the Golden People's residential area and restrict their personal freedom."

　"I think Xing Sui should take over. It will be more efficient." Ophelia said.

　"No, no, no, I don't think so."

　Diana took out a document, pushed it to the middle of the table, and then raised her wand and gently plucked the strings.

　Golden light poured out from the center of the document, quickly forming a golden branch-shaped totem in the air.

　"The Star Angels have sent a signal. The Citadel's main force must depart immediately within three days. The holy war in the Caradorans Mountains is about to begin."

　"The leader of the Giant King's Court, Alovetes, has already dispatched troops. She personally led them from Falu through the ruins of New Garo and will arrive at the rendezvous point soon."

　"Faloo's leader, Chloe August, and her Pegasus Knights have already set out. The Pale Army and the Fire Dragons arrived at the Citadel earlier and will soon be heading to the other side."

　"You named your army the Star Followers. I presume it's to follow the Star Angels. Am I understanding correctly?"

　Diana calmly counterattacked:

　"Then, send the forces you have gathered to the other side."

　"Here in the Citadel, the Pushit family's guards have always been better at urban combat and more familiar with urban battlefields. If any rebellion occurs, we will be more suitable."

　"And most of your Star Followers were drawn from and merged with the regular army of the Academy, so they are more familiar with the external battlefield."

　"In summary, what is the meaning of my question?"

　Diana smiled as she looked at Ophelia on the chief.

　The latter's face remained calm.

　She was silent for a while and said:

　"Of course, that's what I planned."

　She stood up, glanced at the council members on both sides, and said:

　"Gather your soldiers at the port and head to the other side immediately!"

　North City Port.

　Lucius felt that the steam spider, with its legs folded, looked like a ball.

　Lucius even felt it was a little funny to see these balls being loaded onto steam airships and ironclad ships.

　In a few months, he could only bring the steam-age armed forces to this level.

　"Om——"

　Two fixed-wing fighter jets tore through the sky and dived into the clouds. The propellers in front of the aircraft tore the clouds into rolls.

　This is the limit of what steam civilization can do. The power controlled by mortals is ultimately limited.

　But Lucius believed that even the limited power of mortals could lead to qualitative changes through quantitative changes.

　He didn't know what kind of world was on the other side of Mortiheim.

　He firmly believes that everything depends on human efforts and man can conquer nature.

　"Lucius Phillips."

　An old voice came from behind him. Lucius turned around and saw an old acquaintance he hadn't seen for a long time.

　Pastor of the Tide.

　In fact, he wasn't even sure if this was the same Tide Priest from before—always wearing a hood, with oceans and storms embroidered on his robes, and his face shimmering with light.

　But even if it wasn't that Tide Priest, the memory of this particular person seemed to be passed on.

　"Old man." Lucius bowed slightly.

　"Have you come out of the rain?" The pastor's face was covered with shimmering light, and his eyes were penetrating.

　"No," Lucius shook his head, "I will walk in that rain forever."

　"Your daughter has been resurrected."

　"But those who died because of my actions will never breathe the sun again." Lucius closed his eyes. "I will dedicate the rest of my life to the peace of the Citadel as atonement."

　"You can never atone for a sin of this magnitude."

　"So I will continue to atone forever."

　Beside the seawall, two men looked at each other.

　Pastor Haichao was the first to look away and said:

　"Get ready to go. I'm afraid you and I will be partners for a while."

　"I thought you were shifting your focus back to the Citadel." Lucius raised an eyebrow.

　"The white angel is calling me. Don't forget, I serve the great wave."

　The Tide Priest looked out to sea:

　"and

　Also, I can take this opportunity to take a good look at your...atonement."

　""

　"Reverend Pastor, it's time for us to set off!" Someone was shouting in the distance.

　"Let's go, Lucius Phillips," said Pastor Haichao.

　"You go ahead, I'll catch up soon."

　Lucius said, turned around, and sure enough, saw Miriam squeezed out from the crowd.

　He subconsciously touched his chin, feeling the slight sting of his stubble, and then forced a passable smile onto his gloomy face.

　"Milliam." He smiled at Miriam who was walking over.

　"dad..."

　Miriam raised her head and looked at her father with a complicated expression.

　"Do you have to go?"

　Lucius stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Miriam's shoulder:

　"These steam machines are all my inventions. If anything goes wrong in the Far North, I'm the only one who can fix it."

　"This is when history needs me."

　"But it's very dangerous there," Miriam pursed her lips slightly, "Can you really do it?"

　"Don't worry, Miriam."

　Lucius reached out and rubbed Miriam's head.

　"My daughter is so brave...how can I be any less brave?"

　He hugged Miriam and patted her back gently, as if he was hugging his world.

　Miriam rarely showed her vulnerability in her father's arms. In the eyes of outsiders, she was the head of the third department, friendly but majestic.

　Now, she was like a little girl left alone at home while her father went away.

　After a long time, the father and daughter separated, and Lucius gave Miriam a bearded smile:

　"Sorry, I forgot to shave."

　"Fool! You're going to the battlefield! Why are you shaving your beard?"

　Miriam puffed up her cheeks slightly, then slightly curled the corners of her mouth:

　"Bon Voyage."

　"Buzzing..."

　The steam airship gradually rose into the sky, and occasionally a few steam fixed-wing aircraft roared past.

　On the ocean, the transport ship of the Academy carried an army to the other side, sailing against the wind and waves on the sea.

　On the shallows near the harbor, an ice-blue crack appeared, and on the other side was the wind and snow of Junshan.

　Vivian welcomed her army coming through the snow with her arms slightly open.

　After the parade, she turned around and met Alice's gaze.

　"Want a kiss?" Vivian smiled faintly.

　"Little demon dragon."

　Alice stepped forward, gently put her arms around Vivian's waist, and leaned her face forward.

　After a gentle kiss, Alice turned her head and looked towards the sea.

　"Vivian, I'll come find you after I've dealt with the issues at the Citadel."

　"Just stay in the Citadel and watch me win this holy war!"

　Vivian lightly touched Alice's lips, then pulled out Jun Zhijian from behind and slashed with her hand—

　"Pfft!"

　The ice-blue crack went straight into the clouds and then spread to both sides, revealing a corner of the Caradorans Mountains.

　Vivian raised her sword and shouted:

　"Pale Army!"

　"march!"

　Holy war is imminent.

　...END...

Chapter 545 The Naglfar

　Mortiheim.

　"call----"

　At the peak, amidst the howling cold wind, Cain quietly opened his eyes.

　The golden flowers spun in her pupils, making her eyes sparkle like lava in the snow.

　The girl slowly turned around and saw a priest in a white robe standing behind her, at the edge of a cliff.

　Behind him, the vast snowfield stretched as far as the eye could see.

　"Is that enough?" Cain asked indifferently.

　"enough."

　Father Enoch raised one arm, and golden branches grew out of his arm, outlining a complex web-like carrier in the air.

　Among the complex patterns, eight branches are particularly strong.

　That was the fate of the nine sons, all of them except Qiuniu.

　"Snapped."

　Cain snapped her fingers, and the light and shadows shifted, and she and Enoch stood on the icy lake in the center of the garden.

　The girl picked up a branch, bent down, and gently wiped away the snow piled on the frozen lake.

　Beneath the ice, a pair of golden eyes stared at her fiercely.

　Cain thrust the thick gold bar into the ice and whispered softly:

　"Bones in the garden, arise, your Lord requires your service."