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

　"So, Miss Saint, don't ask me if I'm tired, because no matter what the truth is, I will keep going, even if I die on the road."

　For a moment, she looked more like Fou-El than Arya.

　Xing Mo squatted down, reached out and gently rubbed her head, and said lightly:

　"Don't forget, Bianca is still waiting for you in the Citadel. Even for her, you can't overdraw yourself, understand?"

　"I..."

　When Bianca was mentioned, Alya seemed to choke up.

　She swallowed and whispered:

　"...Um."

　"Have a good rest first. The army from the academy will be here soon. You won't need to take part in the next battle. Just take good care of your health." Xing Mo said.

　"it is good..."

　"Miss Saint! Would you like a bowl of soup?"

　Xingmo turned around and saw Freya walking towards her with a pot of soup in her hand, looking relaxed.

　"No...should I call her Miss Star Angel?"

　"It's all the same," Xingmo said calmly, "What soup?"

　"Wild deer soup, I made it by chance."

　It is hard to imagine that while this ancient super-large string magic was going on, the elf princess went hunting wild deer.

　Looking at the giggling Princess Freya, Xingmo's mouth corners curled up slightly.

　I still remember that at the beginning, this girl worshipped Xingmo as a god. After all, when the concept of "angel" was mentioned, the light elves thought of the angels who were their serving gods.

　And now? He casually poured a bowl of soup for the angel, not panicking at all.

　Before, when Xing Mo was testing the Eye of Stars in the Kingdom of God, he accidentally overheard the conversation between Freya and the Angel of Knowledge.

　She didn't hear much, just one sentence:

　"...Stop rambling! Teacher, I'm not stupid. Do you think I only know how to hunt wild deer? Okay, okay, I'm cooking soup here, so let's not talk for now!"

　"you..."

　Judging from the voice of the angel, Xingmo guessed that he must be very angry.

　The elf princess was reluctant to become the angel's family at first, but now she treats the angel like a guest.

　Home partner.

　It must be said that some of the characteristics of light elves really make people feel... magical.

　Xingmo picked up the wild deer soup, took a small sip, and nodded slightly:

　"Good timing, it seems you've learned a lot."

　"Hey, I asked my teacher for the recipe." Freya blinked. "Not bad, right?"

　Wow, the most knowledgeable angel in the whole world becomes your teacher, and you ask her for a recipe?

　Xing Mo couldn't help laughing for a moment.

　She nodded approvingly and said:

　"However, once we enter Mortiheim, we may not have the chance to hunt wild deer or drink soup."

　"Yes, the teacher told me that there is nothing in there. It is a complete forbidden zone for life."

　Freya scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to Alia:

　"It's so boring just to think about it. It's also quite scary."

　"Compared to robbing a bank, which is scarier?"

　"...What's so scary about banks? Aren't banks just playgrounds?"

　The corners of Xingmo's mouth twitched slightly.

　She smiled and sighed, saying:

　"Are you afraid, then?"

　"Why would you be afraid?"

　The Elf Princess showed an innocent smile:

　"You are here!"

Chapter 546 Najirfa (Part 2) -4k- (Two updates in one)

　Twelve hours later.

　"This fog is really thick."

　After getting off the steam airship, Lucius' first words were to lament the weather.

　He had never seen such thick fog. Even the factories in the northern part of the city were not as foggy as this.

　Next to Lucius, Pastor Haichao was facing the sea and praying devoutly.

　"Is your God there?" asked Lucius.

　"In order not to harm us, He chose to hide His presence with fog," the priest said devoutly. "May the tides and winds be with us."

　"Such a gentle god." Lucius muttered.

　At this time, in the hazy fog, the sea was full of ships and the sky was filled with steam airships, looking like a large army approaching.

　The power of humanity is revealed once again.

　But even so, Lucius knew that in front of a true transcendent, this grand scene would ultimately be vulnerable.

　They still know nothing about Mortiheim and everything in it, and the enemy's power is still hidden in this thick fog.

　"Let's go."

　""

　After the army landed, small tents were set up one after another, densely packed like bamboo shoots blooming on the shallows.

　They were facing the huge rift that was hazy in the mist - the Cleft of the Caradorans Mountains.

　In a small hut on a ridge very close to the rift.

　Lucius and Pastor Haichao found Xingmo.

　Before he opened the door, Lucius smelled the aroma of meat.

　"Mentor, old pastor."

　Xingmo turned around and smiled at them.

　"Have you eaten? Do you want to eat something?"

　"No, let's talk business first."

　Lucius smiled at Xingmo, looking much more relieved.

　As a genius in the field of mysticism, Lucius naturally knew how powerful the erosion of divinity on human nature was. He himself had experienced the irrepressible madness and indifference.

　After Xingmo became an angel, Lucius was always worried that she might cross a certain line and change her temperament drastically, or even...

　...become someone else.

　But seeing that Xingmo could still cook so easily and smile, Lucius felt relieved.

　It seems that she has an anchor in her heart.

　""

　After sitting down at the table, Pastor Haichao unfolded a map and pointed to a point on it:

　"This is the deepest point we can reach, right?"

　"Very accurate. Did the angel tell you that?"

　Xing Mo nodded slightly:

　"Yes, that's the limit. Through the Angel of Knowledge, we learned that this area..."

　"...It's called the Imbrium Glacier."

　"If we want to open a path to the depths of Mortiheim, we need to take this plain and establish a base. This way, we can effectively disperse the fog."

　"Is there a plan to spread it?" Lucius asked, "After all, outside the fog, the string is frozen."

　"There will always be a way, but the prerequisite is that we must first take control of the Imbrium Glacier."

　Xingmo filled a bowl of soup, scooped up a small mouthful with a spoon, and blew on it.

　She felt the faint warmth, and even though she didn't even need to eat now, the joy of smelling delicious food still lingered in her.

　It tastes slightly salty and just right.

　"You really don't want to drink the soup?" Xing Mo asked.

　"When do we start marching?" Pastor Haichao raised his head. "Based on the current situation, we must fight quickly and decisively."

　"What do you think, mentor?" Xing Mo held the soup and glanced at Lucius beside her.

　"In my opinion, we should organize an advance team first to find out the enemy's location."

　Lucius looked at the map, thinking:

　"The depth is too great. The enemy could attack from any direction. In the foggy area, even though the strings have been thawed, mobilizing them will still be much more difficult than usual. I estimate that wizards who haven't reached the fourth string will be greatly restricted."

　"In this situation, the power of steam civilization will come in handy—

　The Steam Spider's main gun is comparable to a four-string Fire String Magic, and it is flexible and can adapt to various terrains.

　"My suggestion is to send out a few advance teams to survey the terrain and confirm the marching objectives."

　"This is very troublesome," Xingmo shook her head, "Give me some time, and my eyes will find them."

　Lucius shook his head:

　"But we are not all you, Xiaomo. The scene may be completely different when we see things from the sky and from the ground."

　"Um..."

　Xingmo was thoughtful - what the mentor said did make sense.

　Ultimately, it is impossible for her to clear the fog area on her own, and the subsequent stationing and consolidation will depend on the power of mortals.

　Since the Sons of Cain possessed the Retribution of the Seven, Xing Mo could not kill them easily with the String of Fate. It would be okay if he encountered one or two of them, but if there were more, he would definitely be outnumbered.

　We can't take care of everything, we have to make the mortal army adaptable to the battlefield...

　Besides, not all of them are mortals...

　"Then do it."

　Xingmo nodded, stood up and put the bowl into the sink.

　"Teacher, I leave all this to you."

　"it is good."

　Lucius nodded slightly, and then saw Xingmo walking towards the door.

　"Xiaomo, where are you going?"

　"Vivian has completed the initial deployment within Mortiheim," Xingmo said as she pushed the door open. "I'll go check out the situation."

　Already...deployed?

　"Clang."

　As the door closed, Lucius and Reverend Haichao looked at each other.

　No wonder Vivian never showed up. It turns out...

　...She's already done with it.

　Tearing open the golden crack, Xingmo stood in the snow.

　Even in the foggy area, Xing Mo could feel the bone-chilling cold from the far north.