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

　"Albus, long time no see. You've made such a fuss."

　Miriam Phillips looked at the gray-faced members of Section 1 with an expressionless face, and there seemed to be twinkling stars in her lake-blue eyes.

　The moment Albus saw Miriam, his heart sank.

　He knew that even if all the saints here were combined, they might only be able to suppress her.

　"Miss Miriam," Albus took two steps forward, "Are you going to stop us too?"

　Miriam glanced at Albus, then at the Captain of the Star Guard beside her.

　"What are you going to do when you get out?" she asked.

　"If you're going to side with them... I can't say..." Albus gritted his teeth.

　"All right..."

　Miriam clapped her hands.

　The next second, a golden flash appeared and all the star soldiers fainted.

　They couldn't even see who did it.

　Albus stared blankly at Miriam coming towards him and whispered:

　"Miss Miriam..."

　"It's a string magic array. I set it up in advance, and then I said it was you who caused it."

　Miriam walked up to Albus and said expressionlessly:

　"You guys weren't ruthless enough, at least not as ruthless as Ophelia, so we've been so passive."

　"But..."

　"Don't forget, you are a group of saints. Not many people in the academy can easily stop you." Miriam's eyes swept over the staff of the first section. "You are too obsessed with the rules of the game, you know?"

　"So what do you think we should do next...

　..." Albus looked a little dejected.

　"Actually, I feel that holding back from the beginning would have been best," Miriam whispered. "But now that things have broken down, you should stop pretending. Protect yourselves first, and then get Alice out of the Citadel."

　"That's what we plan to do," Albus nodded. "What about you?"

　"Me? I can't leave," Miriam shook her head, "Something is wrong here in the Citadel..."

　"Is it Ophelia?"

　"No, it would be fine if it was Ophelia. At worst, we can just get rid of her," Miriam whispered. "It's Messina."

　"Messina?"

　"A large portion of Messina's soldiers have yet to head north. As for the messenger... there's only one in the north. They may think they're well hidden, but they can't escape my observation."

　"Furthermore, Ophelia borrowed a lot of people from Messina. I don't know where she got the connections, but from Xing Sui to the recent new committee of Nefera Beta Magic Academy, almost all of them are from Messina, and there are some powerful wizards among them."

　Miriam said, stepping aside two steps and leaving the White Tower gate:

　"I need to stay in the White Tower and continue to observe their movements. You should leave quickly."

　"Miss Miriam..."

　Albus nodded vigorously and waved his hand, signaling everyone to follow:

　"Take care of yourself."

　He led everyone out of the white tower, and then everyone displayed their magical powers, and one body after another disappeared into the night.

　""

　He watched Albus and his group walk away, then looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.

　A hint of worry appeared between Miriam's brows.

　"What a hassle..." she muttered, "Do you want me to defend the Citadel again? Although my respiratory system is completely different now..."

　Advanced Alchemy Workshop - Nefera Beta

　"call..."

　After finishing reading the Book of Hell once again, Alice slumped in her chair and let out a deep breath.

　She took out her pocket watch, glanced at the time, and found that it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

　In fact, she almost never sleeps at this time of the day. She is either busy with family matters or Vivian keeps her awake. Two o'clock in the morning is a common thing for her.

　But she has nothing now.

　After being placed under house arrest, Alice never left the high-level alchemy workshop again.

　There are indeed very complete living facilities here, and the quality of life is not bad. The food delivered by the guards every day is taken from Nefera Beta's canteen and can be said to be delicious.

　But Alice hadn't seen anyone else in a long time.

　She thought of Vivian, her mother, and little Faye, and it felt like a fire was burning in her heart.

　All that was once taken for granted has gone away, leaving only her fate of loving to death.

　a book.

　A book from hell.

　In the past few days, she still hadn't made any progress. The secret totems didn't show her much useful information, but only began to show her some locations in a confusing manner.

　These might be useful, but Alice didn't know what they were yet.

　Maybe one day she would know, but as long as she didn't figure out the whereabouts of the first bunch of golden branches, all the information would be in vain.

　""

　Late at night, sorrow swallowed Alice like a tide.

　She suddenly felt that she was really useless. She could only watch from behind as Xiaomo and Vivian rushed to the forefront of the holy war, each showing their prowess.

　The little dragon girl who once depended on her also grew up after Yan Xia's journey. She couldn't even keep up with her pace. She seemed like a burden.

　The only mission left for Alice is the Book of Hell, and she is also in trouble.

　On this basis, her disregard has caused the family and the Department of Supernatural to be in a complete disadvantage and exist in name only.

　As a price, she was placed under house arrest in this workshop, and the sun had not fallen into her eyes for a long time.

　So useless.

　Ultimately, she was just too useless.

　From the moment she entered Nefera Beta Magic Academy, Alice has been regarded as a role model and a genius in her grade, and is regarded as the omnipotent senior Alice.

　Countless nights, when she finished her assignments and walked through the corridors of Nefera Beta, the voices and gazes of her admirers almost made her feel as if a halo had lit up above her head, and she was the center of everyone's attention.

　Now, it is still Nefera Beta, and it is still night.

　Alone, facing a book.

　Facing a lonely fate.

　""

　Alice closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to burst out.

　She wanted to cry, but she couldn't.

　""

　A faint sense of fate lingered in Alice's heart, and at this moment, her heart seemed to be a little hot.

　Alice opened her eyes and stared blankly at the Book of Hell in front of her.

　"destiny..."

　She murmured softly, recalling the places recorded as having been visited by Saint Academi.

　"Place..."

　Late at night, Alice opened the Book of Hell again.

　Imbrium - Mortiheim

　"call..."

　In the center of the altar, Pastor Haichao opened his eyes and nodded to Lucius beside him.

　Lucius ran out of the altar, waving his hands and shouting:

　"Get out! Get out! The string technique is about to begin!"

　"Buzz...Buzz...Buzz...Buzz...Buzz..."

　As the roar spread from beneath the ground, the Sea Breeze Altar gradually became stained with a faint blue light.

　The lines are complex and mysterious, depicting waves and storms.

　"Boom..."

　Faintly, the sound of thunder came from the sky.

　On the coast, the pale angel once again opened his eyes in the sea fog.

　He stretched out His hand and grasped the clouds above the sky, and He grasped the storm.

　Beside Him, a group of storm narwhals cheered and leaped for joy, silver lightning swirled along their bodies all the way to the body of the pale angel, bringing up gusts of sea breeze.

　Almost at the same time, the eyes of the Tide Priest at the center of the altar were tinged with lightning.

　"Waves! Storm! Lord of the Ocean!"

　The old man opened his arms, and with a "boom", a bolt of lightning struck his hand and turned into a scepter.

　He thrust his staff fiercely into the center of the string formation, and instantly, the Sea Breeze Altar exploded—

　"boom"

　The mighty power of the Pale Angel, with the altar as its center, pushed the eternal scorching wind in the Eru Desert into Mortiheim once again, and expanded in all directions with the altar as its center.

　"boom"

　A vast expanse of white fog burst out, sweeping across the ice fields and across the valleys.

　The fog area spread.

　Vast fog spread across Mortiheim like ocean waves. If one were to observe from high above, one would find that this wave of fog was unprecedented even compared to previous ones—the area near the Karadorans Mountains was almost completely covered, and the temperature continued to rise, gradually reaching a point where humans could advance further.

　This is a crucial point. In high-level wars, the number of anchor points determines the extent to which Xingmo can control the extraordinary.

　As the wave of fog spread once more, the coalition forces drew closer and closer to the deepest reaches of Mortiheim.

　Almost at your fingertips.

　""

　At the edge of the camp, Xingmo and Aurora stood together, watching the sea breeze burst out from the string magic circle.

　Looking at Xingmo who seemed lost in thought, Aurora poked her neck:

　"Little Saint?"

　"Huh?" Xing Mo came back to her senses. "What's wrong?"

　"Drink this."

　Aurora raised an icicle-like object and shook it.

　Xing Mo took the thing and found that it was an ice-crystal-shaped rice. Beneath the transparent surface was a milky white liquid with a faint blue glow.

　"Ice crystal rice wine," Xingmo muttered, "Seriously, do we really need to drink cold drinks on such a cold day?"

　"Isn't it more important to drink cold drinks in cold weather? This is called following God's will." Aurora blinked.

　Xingmo frowned and looked at the dark dish in his hand with some fear.

　It’s hard to imagine that the monsters really grow wine in the ground and drink it directly.

　She broke open the upper part of the ice crystal rice with her hands, tilted her head back, and poured some liquid into her throat.

　The coolness is accompanied by a mellow aroma and a hint of alcohol.

　“It tastes good?”