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

　Beneath the huge temple, a long row of guards formed an array.

　At the head of the formation, a man in a yellow robe held the hilt of his sword at his waist, a flame burning beneath his hood. He stared at the rolling yellow sand, as if waiting for something.

　Soon, two black horses came through the dust and stepped on the yellow sand.

　The golden people raised their spears and aimed at the two black horses.

　But the man remained indifferent.

　The horse stopped in front of the formation. On the horse's back, a figure in a black robe pulled the reins, his expression indifferent.

　The armored dark elf jumped off the horse next to her, and two steel blades popped out.

　"Put away your weapons," Alia whispered.

　The Golden People did not move, so Arya closed her mask. At this time, the leading man stretched out his hand.

　"Children of the Sun, avoid conflict whenever possible.

　He took off his hood, revealing his single eye that burned like the sun—it was Tolum, who had become a demigod.

　The Golden People obediently put down their spears, but their expressions remained alert.

　Tolum looked at the figure on horseback and said in a voice as hoarse as sand and dust:

　"Star Angel! The descendants of the sun do not welcome people from the Citadel to come here. You should have received my reply.

　On horseback, Xingmo took off his hood, and his emerald green eyes gleamed faintly in the dust.

　"Tolum, I've heard about your achievements." Xingmo said.

　"It's just the unification of the shattered desert," Tolum shook his head. "After the destruction of New Garo, the Golden People had already collapsed.

　I would rather they were too powerful for me to rule.

　"Then as a leader, you should understand that you shouldn't reject me." Xingmo said:

　As soon as he opened his mouth, the wind in the desert stopped and an eerie silence fell on the ground.

　The Golden People stared at her angrily—the Shadow Emperor of the Citadel, the destroyer who brought the sea to New Garo. They subconsciously wanted to raise their spears, but found that they could not do it at all.

　They didn't dare to offend the being in front of them.

　"Why do you want to visit the shrine of Yi?" Tolum asked.

　"It's just a retrospect of the past," Xing Mo nodded, "Okay, I can give you some benefits, or tips - Eternal Burn

　The last sandstorms formed by the wind will descend upon your large settlement in three hours, fifty-two minutes, and thirty-five seconds. You still have one

　You can take some time to go back and build the string array, or leave, it depends on you.

　I would rather you live with hope than die in the grave you are protecting.

　His tomb has been desecrated by our former kings..."

　When he said this, a faint golden light flashed in Xingmo's eyes:

　"And I didn't even settle the score with you.

　Tolum looked to the left, then to the right, and then whispered:

　“Go to the settlement.

　"Leader, God..."

　“I’ll handle it, you guys go to the settlement immediately.

　Everyone obeyed his command, mounted their horses, and rushed to the settlement.

　After their figures disappeared in the dust, Tolum turned back to look at Xingmo and said:

　"You know, their hatred never faded.

　"What about your hatred?" Xingmo asked.

　"It burns me every day and every night," Tolum closed his eyes, "Go, Miss Jadeti, because of what you have done, as long as I am alive

　You have my loyalty, but remember, the Golden People are a wild horse that will run wild unless you kill us all.

　Otherwise this hatred will continue.

　"She wouldn't want you to be drowned in hatred forever," Xingmo said softly, "I hope you can find peace in your heart one day.

　After saying that, she turned around and moved her robe aside, revealing the little figure sleeping inside: "Aurora, we're here.

　"Yeah, we're here." Aurora rubbed her eyes. "Ah, it's fast.

　The two dismounted and walked towards the temple. Alia stood guard at the door with Tolum.

　In the temple, Xing Mo once again saw the huge skull. A huge temple surrounded it. After the death of the Golden King,

　The temple had evidently been renovated.

　Xingmo slowly walked to the skull of the giant bird and reached out to gently touch its beak.

　Suddenly, the apple-loving and dissolute man seemed to be smiling at her again.

　"The Red Moon has fallen asleep, there will be no more madness.

　Xingmo gently stroked the god's bones and murmured softly.

　She didn't say anything more, but just listened quietly to the wind and sand blowing through the hall of the shrine, and the hot sand gently hit her face.

　Above, like waves of heat in the orbit of a star.

　After a long time, Xingmo turned around and saw Aurora with a gentle smile on her face.

　"Three thousand years have finally ended." Aurora said softly.

　"But the new story has just begun," Xing Mo raised her head, "Everything in this world will pass away, only stories will continue forever.

　This world is heaven, this world is hell.

　The old sun and moon set, and the new sun and moon will rise again.

　In the narrow gap between heaven and hell, only the soul and will remain forever.

　Suddenly, a faint deep red glow appeared on the back of Xingmo's hand.

　She raised her hand, frowned, and immediately looked at Aurora across from her:

　"A call from outer space.

　"Who's calling?" Aurora asked.

　"Miss Perlis. Xingmo and Aurora looked up at the sky together, their vision passing through the top of the temple to the endless stars.

　Just seconds ago, the paths of fate converged to reach the final outcome—a grand war against the gods began!

　Volume 7: The Source of Sin

　END.

Preface) Hypothesis of Babel

　"Suppose that there is a super weapon called the Tower of Babel in our world, which reaches up to the sky and can bring destruction to the world.

　Any corner of the world.

　"So, is its power equivalent to those gods worshipped by the ancient Odin people who could call the wind and rain and were omnipotent?

　"If so, then when a human climbs up this tower, he becomes its sole master and has complete control over everything it does.

　The power of...

　"Does this mean that he has become a god in a broad sense?

　"Suppose that a mortal who ascends the Tower of Babel does so simply by learning to control the tower, without his own existence being significantly affected.

　If you can change, you can become a god in a broad sense—controlling the wind and rain, and being omnipotent."

　"So, does this mean..."

　"Those gods are just people who hold power and authority.

　"If we take away their handles, they will become ordinary mortals. Please forgive me for personifying the gods. We all know

　Tao, the so-called gods are nothing but legends spawned by religion.

　"I want to use this metaphor to express a kind of super power that is beyond human imagination and more powerful. Can we learn to grasp it in our hands?

　Become a ladder to the next stage of civilization

　"Humans worship unknown super powers and classify them as miracles. This is the nature of our species - strong, weak,

　At least that's the case for most of us.

　“They are sheep that need to be guided, wolves that lack tameness and follow their wild instincts.

　"We need a person, a civilization, to climb the Tower of Babel, to become a god in a broad sense, to become the beacon of human civilization.

　tower.

　"If he succeeds, he will lead a highly unified and powerful civilization to the top of the Tower of Babel."

　"Challenge the unknown stars."

　"Click." Behind the desk, the silver-eyed old man turned off the recording and looked at the girl across the table with tired eyes.

　The girl was wearing a school uniform, her face was cold and indifferent, and her blood-red eyes were like glass balls, reflecting the rain outside the window.

　She is always like this, like a doll, as if she has no emotions.

　"Do you remember what this recording describes?" the old man asked.

　"The Tower of Babel hypothesis," the girl whispered. "Laplace von Valantia, the Tower of Babel speech."

　"In fact, this theory existed before that time, but it didn't make much waves," the old man shrugged. "Do you know why I called you here?

　The girl shook her head and said nothing.

　She was always like this, very quiet, especially in front of him.

　Outside the window, the rain is falling, the mist is floating between the wheels of the silver city, and the fine rain tracks are like curtains across the glass.

　The old man picked up a report in front of him and read softly:

　"The results of your military training have come out. The final test score is S+, breaking the five tests except shooting.

　All the records of the federal military have been collected.

　"Next, you only need one legitimate opportunity to join the Blade of Babel Tower and inherit your father's wish.

　Become the peacekeeper of the Academi Federation.

　“Before joining the Blade of Babel, everyone must review the Babel Hypothesis according to the process, even if this theory

　It is required to recite in the compulsory education stage, but in order to make the participants understand my concept better, I will explain it to you in person -

　As a witness to history.

　“Now, tell me whether you agree with the Tower of Babel hypothesis.

　"I don't agree." The girl said softly.

　"Oh," the old man's silver eyes narrowed slightly, "but it has been verified by history. As you can see, Akka, which has the Tower of Babel,

　The Demi Federation has become the strongest political entity on the continent. The Academy War initiated by the World Alliance has ended.

　It is in a highly unified state.

　"The world isn't highly unified," the girl shook her head. "They're just waiting." "It seems you know a lot about the outside world. I'm guessing it was Dr. Philos who taught you."

　The old man smiled kindly at the girl, put the documents back on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

　He turned his head and looked at the rain outside the window. The teacup swayed slightly under his nose, and then he took a small sip.

　"It is true that a tower to the sky is not enough," he admitted. "Their ambitions are not over yet, and the raiders of the wasteland are

　The slogan of free will burned, killed and looted. The Thebits lived deep in the mountains, brewing a wave of steel... As you said, the world was not

　Highly unified.

　"As soon as we show signs of weakness, they will immediately bare their fangs, like untamed wolves, so...

　Not completely controlled.

　An imperceptible cold light flashed in the old man's eyes, and the girl saw the blue veins on the back of his hand throbbing slightly.