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

　Then Alice took little Faye and went back upstairs to sleep.

　"Mom, can you tell me a bedtime story..."

　"Okay, then you have to promise me not to stay up late in the future, okay?"

　"...Oh."

　The next morning.

　After getting up silently and tucking little Faye into bed, Alice dressed and left home.

　She did not choose to use string magic to travel, but instead called a carriage and drove towards Xinghai Church.

　Half an hour later, Alice pushed open the church door.

　Early in the morning, the priests and nuns in the church were performing morning prayers. Alice walked between them and prayed together towards the icon at the end of the church.

　After the prayer was over, a familiar voice came:

　"Your Excellency the Bishop, it's been a long time since we last met."

　Alice turned her head and saw a polite priest walking towards her, holding a holy book in his hand.

　He was the priest who held a seat in Parliament representing the church. Alice had found out his name in advance.

　Yaneri, Senior Pastor.

　His resume was very clean. He had been in the Xinghai Church since graduating from Nefera Beta and had been gradually promoted.

　But Alice was sure that this Pastor Yaneri was Ophelia's man.

　"Hello, Pastor Yaneri." Alice nodded calmly.

　"Ah, I'm honored that you remember my name," said Pastor Yaneri, bowing slightly. "Young Bishop, do you have any instructions for me when I come to the church today?"

　"Naturally there is."

　Alice walked over to the notice board and gently ran her hand over the wooden surface.

　"The church's guard is now under your full management, correct?"

　"Yes, most of it is used to maintain public order in the White Tower District." Yaneri nodded.

　"The White Tower area is currently very safe. I need to use this force to protect other areas," Alice looked up at Pastor Yaneri. "Send some troops to Nefera Beta and some to the North City Port Area."

　With this allocation, Alice has two purposes.

　First, prevent the majority of the church army from gathering together and forming an uncontrollable force.

　Second, to assert his power to Yaneri.

　Just because she didn't care before doesn't mean she won't care now.

　""

　Pastor Yaneri was obviously not a fool and immediately understood what Alice meant.

　After a brief hesitation, he bowed slightly and said:

　"That's... naturally, I'll go help you with that right away."

　"No need, bring the roster over and I'll make the arrangements."

　Alice extended her hand toward Yaneri.

　Looking at Alice's outstretched hand, Yaneri's mouth twitched slightly, and then turned into that polite smile again:

　"That's natural."

　He walked towards the archive room next to the church, and two minutes later, a thick list was handed to Alice.

　Alice dusted off the roster and looked up at Yaneri.

　"Well, call the two Paladins in charge to the bishop's office. You can continue to pray, Pastor."

　She deliberately sent Pastor Yaneri away and did not let him know her specific assignment.

　"it is good..."

　Yaneri nodded again and turned away expressionlessly.

　Looking at his back, a golden flame flashed in Alice's eyes.

　Obviously, my behavior went against his arrangement, which was also contrary to Ophelia's arrangement...

　So, what's Ophelia's next step?

　Alice sighed softly, turned around, and headed towards the bishop's office.

　She sat down at the desk that had once belonged to Roberts-Sain and stretched out when she caught a glimpse of color.

　Turning around, I saw several bouquets of flowers in the vase on the table.

　She reached out and gently stroked the petals - they were not fake, and there was even dew on them.

　This means that the bouquet of flowers was delivered early in the morning.

　My coming here today was completely a spur of the moment decision last night, so this bouquet of flowers couldn't possibly be for me.

　This means that almost every day, someone puts a few bouquets of flowers in the vase.

　who can that be?

　""

　Alice didn't think much about the question, but snapped her fingers.

　A few minutes later, a white dove flew past the window and dropped a newspaper on the desk.

　While waiting for the Paladin to arrive, Alice decided to read something to pass the time.

　She unfolded the newspaper and immediately saw the headline:

　"A great victory in the Imbrium Icefield campaign. The mortal army has broken through the first line of the cold wave!"

　Below the headline, there is a photo from the front line.

　It was an endless ice field, the ice field of Mortiheim.

　Imbrium Icefield - Mortiheim.

　At the door of the tent, Xing Mo was gazing at the endless ice field with an indifferent expression.

　After Nagilfar retreated, the logistics troops followed, and the people of the Academy quickly built a temporary base on the Murdered Icefield.

　On the snowy plains, steam spiders were being repaired, and wounded soldiers were being carried into tents. In the distance, the remaining Pale Army established defensive lines, with giants and fire dragons patrolling to ensure safety.

　Now, Xingmo was standing at the door of the tent, waiting.

　Her prediction was correct. Within a few seconds, a pale blue envelope separated time and space, and the messenger Miss Angela came out.

　"Long time no see, Star Angel."

　Angela straightened the big white hat on her head and threw the letter away, turning it into pale blue flying flowers.

　"The Messina Rangers have delivered the supplies. I just finished my work at the Moon Altar and finally had the chance to come to the front line and take a look."

　"I heard that the angel

　We've arrived at the Citadel. How's the Moon Altar? Xingmo asked.

　"When the Caladorans Mountains were affected by the Temporal Disaster, everything was relatively normal, but after that, some problems arose."

　Angela shook her head helplessly:

　"The old capital was already isolated from history. This time, the power of truth brought out some things outside the closed loop. It took us some time to clean them up."

　"However, during this cleanup, we found some interesting things..."

　Angela said, and with a light pinch, she pinched an ice-blue crystal out of thin air.

　Xingmo knew that this was a phonograph stone.

　She grabbed the phonograph stone and squeezed it gently, a chaotic scene emerging in her mind.

　"Remember the Moon Lich? That madman who was loyal to the Dark Elf King? Our opening of the Moon Altar once again unleashed her shadow. She emerged from the Old City and fought against us."

　In the blue sky, Xingmo saw a familiar figure - the Moon Lich.

　She knelt before the stone tablet, her hands shaking.

　"After killing her, we extracted the remaining spirit and glimpsed some scenes."

　As the blue sky twisted, Xingmo saw clearly what was in front of the Moon Lich.

　That is the Slate of Truth.

　The characters on the surface of the stone slab rippled like dragon scales, and accompanied by the screams of the Moon Lich, those characters turned into pure information and poured into Xingmo's eyes.

　the truth.

　Knowledge, light and shadow, time.

　Behind the countless totems, the scenery of the snowfield emerged.

　Snowfield, vast and boundless snowfield.

　At the end of the snowfield, Xingmo saw what really caused the Moon Lich to go crazy.

　That is the skull of God.

　A huge...

　Burning with ancient icy flames...

　The head of the dragon.

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　He has been dead for a long time. His sharp dragon bones pierce through the clouds like rising and falling mountain peaks, and his empty eye sockets stare blankly at the world in front of him.

　And deep in His eye sockets, ice-blue flames were burning fiercely.

　""

　Even though she had become an angel, Xing Mo felt a tingling sensation in her heart when she saw the majestic dragon head.

　She had seen the head of the Golden Sun, but the divine bird did not give her such pressure.

　The Golden Sun looked dead, but the Dark Moon Dragon did not.

　The icy flame in his eyes burned fiercely. That was his rage. He hated this world!

　He is the source of the cold wave.

　"call..."

　After the illusion in front of her eyes disappeared, Xingmo raised her eyes and looked at Angela who was smiling.

　"You mean to find the location of the skull of the old god?"

　"Now that we have mastered the terrain and spiritual power characteristics, all we need is time."

　Angela smiled slightly:

　"However, I'm afraid the messengers won't dare venture into the cold wave until the foggy area is large enough. I heard... that Najirfar is very powerful?"

　"We'll take care of it," Xingmo said calmly, "Just wait for our intelligence."

　"Okay, before that, the messenger will explore the snowfield as much as possible."

　Angela nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the group of tents in the distance.

　The base was shrouded in wind and snow, and there was noise everywhere.

　Closing her eyes, Xingmo listened to the noises and felt the intense sunlight and shadows in her body.

　She felt a faint warmth, as if it resonated with her.

Chapter 557 Dusk (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　"call--"

　As I entered the tent, a spring breeze that didn’t belong to the snowfield blew against my face.

　Inside the tent, spring was in full bloom, and Aurora was sitting with her legs crossed on a rattan chair woven from vines and flowers.

　Hair whiter than snow, eyes more dazzling than crimson, and a slender, lovely figure.