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

　The storm that had lasted for months on the Lost Sea finally ended. Fishermen packed up their fishing gear and went out to sea, and ships began to plan their routes again.

　As if nothing had happened.

Chapter 687: Battle of Talros (Part 4) -3k-

　After the Battle of Talros, the Celestial Envoy traveled through deep space, drawing energy from the upper realm.

　Almost all of the technology of the Hafirgard people is related to their bloodline power - the upper realm factor.

　They are born with the ability to control this manic power from above, which manifests itself in the form of red lightning.

　The factor energy in the upper bound is almost inexhaustible, the only trouble is the absorption rate.

　Of course, the Shepherd Star Fleet is not the regular army of the High Heavens, but it is also led by Hafrigard.

　This fleet has rarely suffered a defeat. Whether it is the followers of the ancient gods wreaking havoc in the crazy star fields, or the malicious tribes trying to interfere with the stability of the light and dark torrents, they can easily suppress them.

　But this time, they suffered a real defeat.

　It is still a very crucial battle.

　""

　In the executive lounge below the ship, Captain Arianwyn Havrgaard sat at the wine table, gazing at the boundless sea of ​​​​heart through the transparent glass.

　All those suppressed emotions suddenly came up again, making her heart burn.

　Arianwen is a Hafgard who grew up in the High Heavens. Her birthplace is very close to the Ivory Tower, and she has been bathed in the glow for a longer time than the average Hafgard.

　Her parents were both members of the High Seat, managing the discipline of the Silver City, which also allowed her to receive a relatively better education.

　From childhood to adulthood, Aryanwen had hardly suffered any hardship: from the young flame to the first flame and then to the star flame, she was extremely talented and soon accommodated her own star fragments, becoming Hafgard with the qualifications of an arbitrator.

　The Arbitrator, the executor of the High Heaven, possesses the power to defeat ten thousand enemies alone and has the ability to communicate with civilizations and handle their crises alone.

　In other words, Arianwen is truly the best among Hafjargaard.

　As a result, when encountering such a thing, I am still powerless.

　"Ugh..."

　Alianwen sighed softly, picked up the wine glass and took two sips.

　Looking at the boundless sea of ​​stars, her eyes were a little dazed.

　At this moment, a whisper came to her ear:

　"Don't stare at the sea of ​​stars for too long, you'll easily lose your mind."

　Alianwen turned around and found a pretty girl in a white shirt and black skirt sitting next to her.

　It's Perlis.

　She was so frightened that she started to speak incoherently:

　"Miss Perlis, what are you doing..."

　She wanted to ask, "Why did you come to see me?", but it seemed that Perlis misunderstood:

　"Why am I on the ship? I actually reported my identity when I uploaded it, but no one seems to believe I'm Perlis Havrgard, or maybe they just think it's a homonym?"

　Perlis shrugged, looking helpless:

　"After all, I came in through the fleet logistics department, and not many people on Luper Planet have seen me."

　"I'm... sorry... it's my fault... I didn't confirm it myself..." Arianwen breathed out.

　She was going crazy, this was Perlis Havrgard, and she was sitting right next to her!

　Her temperament... so elegant...! She is so beautiful... how can she be so beautiful...

　"Are you feeling unwell?" Perlis asked Alianwen, whose face was burning, with concern. "Did you drink too much? I get this way too."

　"No... no... I'm fine..." Alianwen's hands trembled slightly, "You should also... drink less..."

　"This isn't wine," Perlis picked up the cup, "it's strawberry yogurt."

　Looking at the pink liquid, Alianwen was a little dazed.

　She...she drinks strawberry yogurt...?

　What is this...? A kindergarten kid? Okay...

　So cute...

　No...wait...I need to get my temper together...

　Aryanwen couldn't stand it anymore, so she mobilized her flow to calm her emotions.

　She let out a long breath and said softly:

　"I'm sorry we couldn't take Talros."

　"What's there to apologize for?" Perlis looked at the stars reflected on the wall of the cup. "I didn't help much."

　"The Talros planetary system is, after all, at the edge of the narrow slit of the Light and Dark Torrent. You can't use the pure white flames," Arianwen sighed. "We underestimated the enemy. We didn't expect the madman from the Star Scorn tribe to dare to unleash four memetic black holes. If those black holes devour each other, the Light and Dark Torrent will likely go mad."

　The torrent of light and darkness, one of the phenomena in the universe.

　In this small-box universe filled with unspeakable things, great and chaotic beings are born and die one after another.

　Their existence will instantly transform the surrounding star fields into their own influence zone. The difference in this influence is different from their characteristics: some star fields are exposed to high-intensity gamma rays, some star fields are full of giant planetary plants, some star fields are swallowed by dark matter, and some galaxies are wrapped in water spanning several light years.

　In the region where the unspeakable exist, all constants are disordered and all universal physics is ineffective.

　And when their existence reaches a certain level, these star fields will inevitably collide with each other, producing various horrific reactions based on astronomical scales.

　The torrent of light and darkness is the ultimate result of this reaction.

　Pure conceptual energy flows float between the arms of the galaxy. Some exist in the form of nebulae, while others linger between the arms like long rivers and collide with each other.

　This sheer force of power would indiscriminately destroy everything in its path, whether civilization or otherwise.

　The Talros planetary system, or the entire Eden Arm, is located in a narrow gap in the collision zone of a super-large torrent. If an overly powerful reality distortion phenomenon breaks out, the torrent can easily be disturbed and its trajectory changed.

　Even the slightest disturbance in that torrent, whose length is measured in light years, is likely to cause serious consequences.

　For example, the instantaneous annihilation of hundreds of thousands of star systems.

　There are always civilizations in those star systems. For them, any disturbance in the torrent of light and darkness is equivalent to the end of the world.

　"Don't blame yourself too much."

　Perlis bit the straw, took a sip of strawberry yogurt, and said:

　"He's best at calculation. It's naturally not that easy to undo his schemes."

　"Have you had contact with Him before?" Arianwen asked.

　"I've had some contact with it," Perlis said, adding, "partly."

　part.

　Perlis knew very well that the Painter of Strings was not Laplace von Valantia.

　The old man is dead.

　But she saw fragments of Laplace in the String Painter.

　Amidst the galaxy, it seemed as if a pair of silver eyes were observing her, arranging the stars like chess pieces.

　"This trip wasn't without results. Just give us a brief summary of the information on Yan Lu when you report to the High Commander," Perlis patted Alianwen's shoulder. "Don't worry about the rest. I'll take over."

　"Just...just an assignment?" Arianwen stuck out her tongue. "What does Miss Perlis take me for? I have a sense of mission too. I definitely won't do anything just to get an assignment."

　"To put it in a metaphor, it's better than being punished. After all, we lost the Destiny and its escorts," Perlis said with a slight smile. "Miss Aryanwyn has a good background and resume, and her sense of mission should be stronger accordingly. I don't want you to be frustrated by this defeat."

　"I'm not the kind of pampered young lady," Alianwen sighed softly, "My teacher is Hassanka Hafurgaard."

　When this name was mentioned, Perlis's pupils moved slightly invisibly.

　"He is a powerful arbitrator." Perlis said softly.

　"The most powerful, so I received the strictest education when I was a child," Arianwen said firmly. "You should know that I know you and the legends surrounding you very well."

　"Yes," Perlis raised her head, "as you can tell from the name of the flagship you serve on."

　The Holy Envoy of Heaven.

　"Kors Hafgard is also a great arbitrator," Arianwen murmured, "and Harilari Hafgard... Ever since you returned to us and brought those stories, I have been inspired to move forward, which has brought me to where I am today."

　"It seems my comfort is a bit unnecessary." Perlis took a sip of strawberry yogurt.

　"No... This is very important to me too..." Alianwen looked away a little embarrassedly, "Well... You are my idol."

　Perlis was silent for a moment and chuckled:

　"I see it."

　"Is it...obvious..." Alianwen scratched her head embarrassedly, "Well...anyway, thank you..."

　"I'm glad you're okay," Perlis stood up. "I'll be leaving now. See you on Lupercalia."

　"Wait a moment."

　Alianwen called out to Perlis, who turned around and said:

　"what happened?"

　"Can I continue to participate in the subsequent actions? If you can apply, the high seat should agree."

　Arianwen looked at Perlis nervously, staring straight into those bloodshot eyes.

　She swallowed, her hands still shaking slightly.

　Perlis looked at Arianwen for a while, then said:

　"Why? You should have seen what Yan Lu is capable of. All the actions that follow will be very dangerous."

　"I named this ship, Miss Perlis," Arianwyn replied.

　look at each other.

　Bloodshot eyes met bloodshot eyes. The bartender behind the bar was shaking the shaker, and the ice cubes hit the wall of the glass, making a rustling sound.

　After a long time, Perlis nodded gently:

　"Remember to organize all the information about Yan Lu. She will be the focus of our investigation from now on."

　"Okay." Arianwen let out a long breath.

　This feeling was even more tense than the preparation time before accommodating the star fragments.

　Who wants to be in front of someone else...

　"I'm leaving first," Perlis waved her hand. "By the way, I don't have any money."

　"I'll pay," Alianwen nodded quickly, "You go ahead and do your work."

　Watching Perlis walk away, Arianwen stretched out her trembling hand in front of her eyes and clenched her fist.

　"Great...!" Alianwen murmured to herself, "I must be dreaming... It actually works... Oh my God... Will my mother believe it if I tell her?"

　"Captain, what are you mumbling about?" The adjutant brought a group of girls into the lounge and saw the captain grinning foolishly.

　"Nothing...nothing," Alianwen immediately put on a dignified look, "Why are you here drinking? Haven't you finished the finishing work?"

　"What do you mean by coming here to drink? I'm here to call you back..." The adjutant looked at Alianwen's wine-stained cheeks and stuck out his tongue, "The jump is ready!"

Chapter 688: Battle of Talros (Part 5) -4k-

　After leaving the executive lounge, Pearlis returned to her room to take a rest.

　As soon as I opened the door, a light scent of bath water flowed through my nose, accompanied by the faint sound of water.

　"Little White Flower?" Carly's voice came from behind the bathroom door.

　"I'm back," Little White Flower sat down on the bed, "I'll wash after you finish."

　"What do you mean?"

　The bathroom door was opened, and a black shadow rushed out and swallowed Perlis whole.

　The bath that was scheduled to last fifteen minutes was extended to half an hour.

　After taking a shower, Perlis sat on the edge of the bed, igniting white flames on her fingertips to "destroy" the remaining water droplets on her hair.

　Carly put on her pajamas, sat down on the edge of the bed, then hugged Pearlis and pulled her to lie on the bed.