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

　"Do you want to drop out of school? If I destroy this money, can you still study here?"

　"I..."

　Nunnally was so frightened that tears came out of her eyes. She looked at Mogu'e in horror and said in a hurried voice:

　"No... that's not the case, Professor Moguer, you... you are very capable... I... I thought it was a teaching experiment..."

　"Of course it's a teaching experiment! Do you think I can't beat her?" Mogu'e said viciously, "Have you forgotten what I told you? The Star Angels are fame-seeking people! I talked to him the last time Mr. Pereler visited! He said it all! In fact, we were only a step away from taking the White Tower! If Shikoti Amura was really capable, how could she have allowed the Chamber of Commerce to enter the center of the Citadel!"

　"You...you are right..." Nunnally sobbed, "Please...please forgive me, it's me...I was confused...wu..."

　""

　Looking at the timid girl, Mogu'e's face showed a hint of disgust.

　She tossed the envelope to Nunnally, who fumbled to catch it as she whispered,

　"You can take the money, but you have to do something for me."

　"As long as you do this, I will pay you to complete all the following courses!"

　"Are you...really?" Nanali hesitated.

　"You don't believe me?" Mogu looked like he was about to get angry again.

　"I...I believe..." Nanali said quickly.

　"very good."

　Mogué scoffed and looked up into the darkness.

　"You must have had a satanic dream, right?" she whispered in Nunnally's ear.

Chapter 632 Greedy Crawling (Part 8) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　Crimson nightmare.

　Xingmo sat in the center of the crimson dream, with a sticky black airflow flowing around her ears.

　Amidst the currents of air, whispers came and went:

　"...You're annoying, aren't you? You hate those incompetent people, you hate those who approach you... those who are eager to gain benefits from you..."

　"...Hahaha...Think about it, what if they could just disappear? Why would you endure it? You're so extraordinary..."

　"...Why do you tolerate the usurpation of those mortals? Their arrogance and conceit are so disgusting..."

　""

　Listening to the whispers, Xingmo looked quietly at the dark ground.

　At some point, blood began to gush out from the ground. In the pool of blood, Xingmo saw another face.

　"Lucifer." Xingmo called softly.

　The girl crawled out of the pool of blood. She slowly crawled to Xingmo and buried her head in her knees.

　"Mother...come with me..."

　Xing Mo reached out and rubbed Lucifer's head, muttering:

　"You made this illusion quite well. You can even project it directly onto the screen."

　"I'm the Morning Star Angel after all!" Lucifer raised his head indignantly, "Can you please stop treating me like a child?"

　"I don't treat you as a child." Xing Mo rubbed Lucifer's head.

　Lucifer stared at Xingmo, puffing up his cheeks slightly, looking unhappy.

　She tilted her head and muttered:

　"Is it necessary to tolerate their transgression? Why did you speak to her calmly? That woman is ugly, uncultured, a complete wild boar! She said that about you, and you actually spared her life in the end?"

　"Should I send her to see you directly?" Xing Mo said in a low voice with a smile.

　"Sure, I will spit on her harshly! And then throw her into the bottomless star debris!" Lucifer raised his chin.

　"You're so amazing," Xingmo gently rubbed Lucifer's face, "You've grown up..."

　"I'm not a child!"

　"I didn't say you were a child."

　"But you treated me like a child! Look! You're still laughing! You were actually scared by me when we met again!"

　"Not scared." Xing Mo chuckled.

　"I was just scared! I'm so angry, so angry..."

　Lucifer stood up, turned around and stopped looking at Xingmo.

　Looking at her back, the smile on Xingmo's face gradually faded, leaving only a sense of tranquility.

　She looked at Lucifer quietly and said softly:

　"Lucifer, we have a lot to shoulder. Not only their admiration, but also their hatred, their stupidity, and their dullness."

　"I don't like it." Lucifer whispered.

　"Then try to convince me," Xingmo whispered, "but, Lucifer, don't touch Cain, okay?"

　Hearing this, Lucifer was stunned, then turned his head and smiled faintly:

　"I won't touch her..."

　As she spoke, she stepped back, and the crimson around her gradually faded:

　"She will come to me on her own, hehe~"

　""

　In the dark night, Xingmo sat up and rubbed his eyes.

　She looked out the window. Darkness spread evenly over the wilderness, and the sky was dotted with twinkling stars.

　The world is still a mess. Three and a half years have not been enough to heal the aftermath of the jihad, nor have they ended the ambitions in the shadows.

　But at least the stars are still shining.

　"Gulu..."

　Xingmo lowered her head and saw Aurora hugging her waist tightly, rubbing it from time to time.

　She reached out her hand and gently touched Aurora's face, caressing it.

　"Is this really a city? Isn't this a fortress?"

　Late at night, under the incandescent light, Angelica lay on the documents with a look of despair on her face.

　Miriam sat opposite her, sorting through the information without feeling sleepy:

　"Now it seems that Opson City not only has complete city defense facilities, but also has built a whole circle of high walls, like a ring city."

　"They seem ready to...go to war at any moment."

　"Is there any way to get in secretly?" said Albus.

　"It's difficult. Opson City doesn't even accept tourists," Miriam shook her head. "Since the living conditions inside are quite good, it's rare for residents to leave the city."

　"This created a very troublesome situation: if we stormed, we could easily hurt civilians, but we couldn't sneak in."

　"If it's a decapitation operation, it should be possible," Angelica raised her head, a little ink on her face, "but we know very well that we don't know who the original culprit is. If we can't get in, we can't start the investigation at all."

　"It doesn't matter. We just need to gather intelligence first," Miriam muttered. "The section chief will make the decision when the time comes."

　Late at night, the group fell into silence and continued to organize the information collected by other staff members.

　After a while, Miriam suddenly said:

　"Speaking of which, what do you think of Ophelia?"

　"She's pretty good. She's very capable and takes care of everything." Miriam said subconsciously.

　"Where's Albus?" Miriam looked at Albus. "I remember you hated her before."

　This naturally refers to the period of holy war.

　Albus looked up and saw

　He looked at Miriam, then looked away.

　He pondered for a while before whispering:

　"...At that time, I really hated her. I thought she was arrogant and cruel. She killed so many council members without authorization. She was no different from a tyrant. If the Academy allowed someone like her to take power, we would definitely be doomed..."

　"But now... she has proven her methods were correct with her achievements. The Citadel has indeed provided complete support for the entire Holy War, and those Messina termites have not been able to take our city..."

　"So you don't hate her anymore?" Miriam chuckled.

　"It's not that I hate it, it's just..."

　"Just feeling a little awkward?"

　"Miss Miriam's wording is so precise," Angelica said happily. "Albus is like this, not honest but timid."

　"Hey..." Albus glared at Angelica, "Isn't that normal? She ordered the priest to stab you!"

　"Is it because of me that I hate her?" Angelica blinked.

　"How could that be possible!" Albus frowned, "She did something bad!"

　"So it seems that you still hate her." Miriam sighed.

　"I've already said it's not true," Albus sighed, "but... I really don't know how to get along with her."

　Everyone fell silent again.

　Ten seconds later, Miriam broke the silence again:

　"I think she's also in self-exile."

　"Yes, the section chief often invited us to team-building activities, and after finishing our work, he would go off to read a book," Angelica recalled. "Actually, I often tried to get her to join us, but she always seemed to be unable to let go..."

　"Perhaps the sins she committed have never disappeared," Miriam recalled her father, "so she will do her best to atone for them, and at the same time think that she doesn't deserve to enjoy those beautiful things."

　"That's not so exaggerated..." Albus said without even looking up, "If she wants to chat with us, I won't refuse her."

　"Then talk to her." Angelica added fuel to the fire.

　"Why should I tell her? She doesn't take the initiative."

　"Not honest!" Miriam pointed at Albus.

　"Not honest!" Angelica also pointed at Albus.

　The two men burst into laughter, but Albus had a sour face.

　After laughing, Miriam wiped her eyes, smoothed out the crumpled parchment, and said:

　"Afterwards, find a chance to open up and talk. Xiaomo said everyone deserves a second chance, especially... someone like her."

　"Hmm." Albus said sullenly.

　Late at night, the lights are still on.

　The next day.

　Today's class is scheduled in the afternoon, and Xingmo went to the classroom early to prepare for class.

　Aurora didn't come with her, saying that she had something to tinker with. Although Xingmo didn't know what she was doing, she didn't ask much.

　You'll know when you should know.

　With this feeling, Xingmo pushed open the door of the classroom.

　Then I found that the circular classroom was already full of students.

　As soon as they saw Xingmo come in, the students began to applaud and some even shouted.

　Xing Mo walked to the podium, sorted out the lesson plan, and then clapped his hands:

　"Quiet."

　The students fell silent almost immediately, and the eyes of the entire classroom were focused on Xingmo's face.

　"It seems that I am very popular." Xing Mo smiled faintly.

　The students remained silent. Xing Mo cleared his throat again and said: