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

　Albus swung his knife violently, and a gray-white spirit rolled out like a wave, sucking dry a Messina guard who tried to attack Angelica from behind.

　Angelica completed the string magic at this moment, raised her umbrella, and opened it—

　"boom----"

　The purple gravitational light waves spread out, overturning an entire battalion of guards, along with their alchemical cannons.

　"The third camp!" Angelica exhaled. "Hasn't the South Gate been cleared yet?"

　"make life difficult for!"

　In the sky, Scott was circling on his broomstick.

　He looked at the camp below with a serious expression:

　"There are too many alchemical cannons... the city walls will be blown down sooner or later... where are all the city defenders?"

　"I didn't sense any city defense troops."

　In the center of a camp, Alice stood among the corpses, holding the Sword of Dawn.

　She is speaking to others through the mark of the Tree of Life:

　"It seems that the Messina people bribed a lot of people in advance."

　"It could also be Ophelia's work!" Albus growled.

　"It doesn't matter. The point is, maybe we don't need to stay outside the city and tangle with them for too long."

　Alice sighed softly.

　Her original plan was to neutralize all of the Messina camps outside the city, so that they would not have the power to pass through the city walls, and then enter the walls and take control of the White Tower.

　In this way, at least the residents living in the outer ring city area will not be affected by the war.

　However, Alice discovered that she was naive.

　The Messinese's attack was not from the outside in, but from the inside out.

　The city defense forces had long been paralyzed. Unless the First Section of the Extraordinary Department killed all the soldiers outside the city right here, they would have no way of guaranteeing that the war would not spread to the city.

　What's more, as long as the people of Messina can paralyze the city's defense forces, they can send people to the academy in advance.

　The army outside may just be a cover.

　Maybe they have already entered the city.

　"Gather in three minutes and break through the south gate."

　Alice gave the order and then gently swung the Sword of Dawn.

　"Let's go to the White Tower and find Ophelia."

　"Roger that!"

　All members of Section 1 immediately took action. Alice stretched out her hand towards the sky, and the flying broom cruising in the sky immediately came into her hand.

　Just as she was about to get on her broom, she heard a whisper behind her:

　"Sunk."

　"!"

　Alice felt as if she was drowning, unable to breathe and difficult to move.

　She reacted immediately, detonating the extraordinary essence in her body, and a look of madness flashed across her eyes.

　"boom--"

　The golden starlight exploded, shattering the ice cones flying from all directions.

　Alice turned her head and saw a high-ranking dark elf wearing a white long skirt and a wide-brimmed hat walking out of the void.

　"Alice Pucht."

　It was a messenger with blue eyes and a sinister smile.

　"You didn't have to die here tonight, but you made your choice."

　"boom----"

　Alice raised her sword and swung it, golden starlight exploded, defeating the messenger's attack head-on.

　In the blink of an eye, the messenger disappeared.

　"You betrayed your king and the Emerald?" Alice shouted to the empty camp.

　"The kingdom built by the late King Corison has been squandered by his descendants. The king's power is no longer able to defend the city, and even the White Tower has been taken away."

　The messenger's voice came from all directions, like a ghost.

　Pale blue sparks exploded, and Alice kept turning around, guarding against the messenger's attack.

　"In the new era, someone always needs to find a new way out, and those businessmen are the players of the new era."

　"Really..." Alice muttered.

　She suddenly thrust the Sword of Dawn into the ground, and a golden barrier rose from the ground to protect her.

　Then she drew her wand and played the strings:

　"Eight strings, the court of the herald bird."

　This is an improved version of Alice's bird of prey, which can encompass a wider range of

　’s range, and includes several layers of outer space including the spiritual world.

　As the wailing echoed in the night, the surrounding space began to distort.

　Pale blue halos were outlined in the sky, and Alice knew that the messenger was about to reveal his true identity.

　She took advantage of the situation and drew out the Sword of Dawn, slashing fiercely towards the night.

　"boom----"

　Golden starlight surged, destroying each of the flames that outlined their shapes one after another.

　The messenger underestimated the enemy. It is true that the high dark elves are demigods, but so is Alice.

　And he is a demigod who possesses the sacred relics of the goddess.

　"boom----"

　As the light spot shattered, a figure flashed out and staggered backward.

　Alice saw that the messenger had a gash on his abdomen and was obviously seriously injured.

　Just as she was about to give chase, she saw that the messenger had already grasped a letter—she was about to escape!

　"Om——"

　A pale blue light flashed, and the messenger's body began to separate.

　"You...you will definitely not be able to enter the school tonight—"

　Before she could finish her words, a flash of fire came slashing down -

　"Pfft!"

　The messenger's head flew up and spun in the night.

　Her body fell to the ground and was crushed to pieces by a huge foot.

　"Ha! I finally caught you!**!"

　Alice looked up and saw the tall demihuman warrior stepping on the messenger's body with a confident smile on his face.

　Beside him, a petite orc girl showed half of her head.

　"Long time no see, Miss Bishop, do you still remember me?"

　"You are..."

　Alice recognized the demihuman by the horns on his head.

　"General Nepenses."

Chapter 602: Mad God, Parricide, and Young Angel (Part 2) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Ophelia looked up and saw the white tower under the starry sky.

　Beneath the pure white tower, Messina's guards lined up in two rows, sealing the entrance tightly.

　Ophelia was very familiar with those people's faces. Some were city defense soldiers, and some were star followers.

　Ophelia had no idea how long the White Tower councilors had been infiltrated.

　But what she knew was that it must have been long enough to send in so many Messina guards and replace them with soldiers from the Citadel.

　They were waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the messenger to confirm that the battle in Mortiheim had become intense, and then they would come out in full force.

　The speed was so fast that Ophelia couldn't imagine how deep the erosion of the Academy was.

　This was even after she had eliminated most of the dissidents by force.

　However, facts have proved that even the most powerful power will collapse in the face of the pure temptation of interests.

　As long as the benefits are big enough, people will dare to take unlimited risks.

　If only someone could extend an olive branch.

　"Clap, clap, clap."

　After confirming the shackles on Ophelia's wrists, three or four guards stepped forward and escorted Ophelia to the square in front of the White Tower.

　More than a hundred years ago, it was in this square that the coalition forces were torn apart by the long-sounding Starry Sea Bell rung by the Messina Saint.

　Today, the square is once again occupied by the people of Messina.

　""

　Right in front of the White Tower, Ophelia saw the man.

　He wore a haute couture suit with a black windbreaker draped over it. The hem of his coat fluttered in the evening breeze, making his shadow look like a greedy bat.

　He was wearing a top hat - he had always worn one since leaving the Citadel. He said it was a sign of the new era and a symbol of civilization. Every outstanding businessman would wear a top hat to various occasions, and then take it off to greet beautiful ladies.

　He actually took off his hat and saluted:

　"Long time no see, daughter."

　Stonek Sean raised his head, the smile on his face was impeccably elegant. Ophelia knew that it was the result of more than a thousand etiquette lessons.

　"You didn't order a rebellion, which was quite sensible, because if you did, you would find that you wouldn't have many men to mobilize, and they would be doomed to bleed."

　A messenger walked out from behind Stoner and stood beside him, his eyes blue.

　His presence seemed to make Stoner even more unscrupulous, and his face looked extremely relaxed:

　"You haven't replied to my letter, but... can you give me an answer now?"

　"of course can."

　Ophelia looked at the face calmly and said softly:

　"Father."

　"Are you here on the orders of Emerald Seventeen?"

　After listening to Nepientis's story, Alice still didn't completely let down her guard.

　She looked at the tall and strong...well, tall and strong General Nepenses, and pondered in her heart.

　"You can trust me completely. Don't worry. I'm an old acquaintance of Ms. Shikoti Amra."

　Nepientis obviously knew that Alice wouldn't trust him so easily:

　"When the Citadel fell, His Majesty Emerald Seventeen issued me an imperial decree to come and aid the Citadel and renew the White Tower Council."

　"In fact, from that time on, the Messina Chamber of Commerce had already begun to infiltrate the Citadel. Remember Isabella Dicep's Living Gold Factory? Guess who gave her the power to build the factory so quickly and put the Living Gold Soldiers into mass production?"

　"Then you took back the Citadel, and I thought the blood transfusion was enough. After all, I'm just a warrior, and I really can't handle talking about politics.

　"But the king still let us stay in the Academi area. We were originally going to be sent to Mortiheim, but in the end the king secretly kept us here and asked us to wait around the Citadel."

　"According to what you said, these bastards replaced the blood inside?"

　"Yes."