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

　"The next patrol here will be around thirteen hours later."

　"According to intelligence, Merlin is being held in the lower compartments of the Nagirfar. Considering the size of this massive ship... this lower compartment is likely larger than the two districts of the Citadel combined."

　"Both the characteristics of the foggy area and the nature of this operation meant that we could only carry out this rescue operation with a very small number of people."

　Xingmo glanced at Aurora, then at Vivian:

　"That makes three of us."

　“You arrange the job

　Blame it on me, I'm not good at this." Vivian said.

　"I'm not good at it either." Aurora spread her hands.

　The two hands-off bosses expressed their attitudes.

　Xing Mo smiled faintly and said:

　"It's simple. Vivian will be responsible for maintaining the entrance to Najilfar with the truth. Aurora will be responsible for backup and intelligence gathering. I will go in alone."

　"Are you alone?" "No, absolutely not."

　Aurora and Vivian said at the same time:

　"What if the information is false? What if that Chen Xi lied to you?"

　"Even if I die, I'll only lose a projection and some extraordinary essence," Xing Mo shrugged. "I'm the only one among the three of us who has the Kingdom of God, remember? As long as I in the Kingdom of God don't die, I won't die."

　"But..." Aurora was still a little hesitant.

　How much pain will one endure if one goes deep into the enemy camp before the projection dies?

　"It's okay," Xingmo gently held Aurora's hand, "Don't worry, I won't fall into their hands."

　"You'd better be," Vivian curled her lips, "or I'll rush in to save you."

　"You're so kind, Vivian."

　Xing Mo smiled faintly at Weiwei, which made Xiaolongnu uncomfortable and she quickly avoided his gaze:

　"What? Why are you being so sentimental?"

　"I seemed a little cold and indifferent a while ago," Xing Mo whispered. "Now I realize that I'm not alone. You've always been behind me."

　"That's enough, stop being sentimental." Aurora poked Xingmo's waist. "Just know it in your heart. It's so embarrassing to say it out loud."

　"Be more frank, and you will have fewer regrets."

　Xingmo placed her hands on Aurora and Vivian's shoulders:

　"Well then, girls, let's make a quick decision and rescue Principal Merlin."

　The academic city of Academi.

　"Oh, I told you, I'm not hungry."

　"You have to eat even if you're not hungry. Your wounds need to heal."

　Beside the bed, Albus sighed softly as he looked at Angelica who was smiling.

　As a straight man, he is very poor at cooking. The century egg and lean meat porridge on the bedside table was made with all his efforts.

　Seeing Albus' serious expression, Angelica smiled softly and then opened her mouth:

　"Ah~"

　Albus's face flushed slightly. He cleared his throat, then scooped up a spoonful of lean meat porridge, blew on it, and gave it to Angelica.

　"Ouch..."

　Angelica took a bite and nodded with satisfaction:

　“It’s a little too bland.”

　"You haven't recovered yet, so eat something light," Albus said. "Does the wound still hurt?"

　"It doesn't hurt much, don't worry. Medical facilities are very good now. I..."

　Before she could finish, Angelica covered her chest:

　"Ahem... okay... okay..."

　"What's wrong? Is the wound burning again?" Albus quickly stood up.

　"No...it's okay, it's really okay..."

　"Let's find the head of Section Three and use the Tree of Life. Cursed wounds are not so easy to heal."

　"No... no need..."

　Angelica grabbed Albus's wrist and shook her head gently:

　"The wounded on the front lines... are definitely more numerous than us here, and definitely more important than me. I only need two more days of recuperation at most. Don't waste the power of the Tree of Life..."

　Angelica smiled weakly, beads of sweat still on her face.

　This smile made Albus extremely heartbroken. He clenched his fists tightly, wanting to do something, but he just lowered his head.

　"Angelica, I will find the person who stabbed you and make him pay."

　He placed the bowl of lean meat porridge on the bedside table, then stood up and walked towards the door of the ward.

　"Take good care of yourself."

　With a clang, the door closed and the expression on Angelica's face became slightly still.

　She lay back on the bed, and the pain she had been enduring finally burst out, causing the girl's face to distort slightly.

　She grabbed the bed sheet tightly and whispered:

　"Fool..."

　The Imperial who attacked Albus and Angelica has not been caught yet.

　His attack carried a strong curse power, which has prevented Angelica from recovering to this day.

　She was reluctant to use the power of the Tree of Life because the Battle of the Imbrium Icefield had just ended and she wanted to use that power on the wounded on the front lines.

　Even if just one more wounded person received good care, she felt it was worth it.

　She could bear the pain.

　But Albus couldn't stand it.

　""

　Albus took a carriage to the White Tower and went directly to Department Three.

　"Help me check the serious cases in the Golden People's residential area in the past two weeks." Albus said.

　After the steamship explosion, the landowners in Academi rejected the Golden People, saying they "did not want terrorists to come to their territory."

　Today, the entire port area is under martial law, and the living space of the Golden People has been squeezed to the extreme.

　Then, even with the protection of the Pushet family, plagues of varying sizes inevitably broke out in the port area, and the bodies of the golden people filled the roadside sewers.

　Because of this, the security conditions there are now very poor.

　Although the attacking man in yellow robes was most likely the work of Ophelia, Albus felt that Ophelia was most likely finding an insider from among the Golden People.

　As long as we can find the culprit, we can unravel the mystery and eventually find Ophelia.

　"You can't run away."

　Albus muttered as he flipped through the files.

　"You can't run away..."

　Soon, Albus's attention was fixed on a recent case:

　"The Golden People assaulting people in the street...?"

　He pulled out the file, read it briefly, and understood the circumstances of the case.

　A very classic case: they robbed the driver of the Pushet family who was delivering goods on the street, stole all the supplies on the car, and then were caught when trying to escape from the northern city.

　However, there was one detail that Albus noticed.

　These criminals... claim to be from Huangsha.

　Huangsha? Is that a gang?

　Albus flipped through it and found that there was no relevant content in the subsequent interrogation records. After all, there were too many similar cases and it was difficult for Section 2 to cover them all.

　So he decided to go to the trial himself.

　""

　Half an hour later, Albus walked into the White Tower Prison.

　After showing his ID, the prison guards took him into the underground passage and through the long prison area.

　Finally, in the heavy prison area, Albus saw the culprit.

　He was wearing a yellow robe and his entire body was covered with tattoos in the style of the Machiavellian Empire. His facial features were so strong that they seemed to be able to tear apart the darkness.

　Albus walked to the door of the cage, looked at the prisoner coldly, and said softly:

　"You said you were from Huangsha?"

　The prisoner raised his head suddenly, and in the darkness, his eyes seemed to flash with a faint golden light.

　"Who is your leader?" Albus whispered.

　The next second, the criminal suddenly stood up, his hands on the iron railings, his face ferocious.

　"You will all die..." he said hoarsely, "all...you will all die..."

　Before he could finish his words, he was thrown to the ground. Albus raised his silver knife and kicked the iron door open before the jailer could react.

　The prisoner tried to struggle, but the gray-white spirit had already grabbed his limbs.

　He looked up, and the silver blade was already against his neck:

　"Tell me! Who is your leader?"

　"Jackal! I only know him as Jackal!"

　The prisoner roared, but he was scared when faced with the man with a fierce look in his eyes.

　"He said... He said he would resurrect the great Golden King!"

Chapter 561 Dusk (Part 7) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Advanced Alchemy Workshop.

　Surrounded by a pile of string arrays and spiritual lenses, Alice picked up a small bottle of potion.

　She took a deep breath, opened the bottle cap, and drank it in one gulp.

　Warmth, then coldness. The extreme coldness enveloped Alice's spirit, making her whole body emit a chill.

　Requiem Potion, Alice has been spending almost all her time these days preparing this potion.

　The process of reading the Book of Hell is a process of overloading the spiritual body. The amount of information contained in those hidden totems is too huge, even for the body of a demigod to bear.

　But it is impossible for Alice to be promoted to an angel in a short period of time, so her idea to crack the problem is to stabilize her soul which is on the verge of collapse during the reading process.

　To this end, Alice borrowed some shed scales from the Ice Dragon family and concocted Requiem with the help of Professor Ling and Mr. Luffy.

　"Main material: three ice dragon scales. The scales near the back of the neck are best. They will be used to create a freezing zone around the spirit body to prevent the soul from being lost..."

　Late at night, I can still vividly remember Mr. Luffy's face as he wrote the recipe:

　"Sub-ingredients... Three drops of moonlight crystal dew, collected in a silver container during a full moon, to enhance the spirit's stability... A bunch of requiem grass roots, to enhance the spirit's absorption of the potion... Ten grams of refined camellia honey, to warm the spirit trapped in the ice and regret... Two grams of angelica root... A bunch of witch hazel... A bunch of gentian... A stalk of tuberose..."

　"Ah... Be careful, don't add too much Moonlight Crystal Dew. It's used to balance the harshness of the Ice Dragon Scales. If you add too much, it might cause the spirit to become overly stable and enter a state of suspended animation..."

　"Ok, thank you."

　""

　It didn't take too much time to collect these materials. Some of them could be taken directly from the Pushet family's collection, and Alice went directly to Professor Ling to transfer the other part from Merlin's collection.

　Merlin wouldn't mind, probably.

　"call..."