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

　Alianwen turned her head and saw a colorful blanket spread on the right side of the hall, where an old man in a gray and silver robe was sitting.

　His breath was very secretive, so secretive that when everyone entered the room, they didn't notice him at first.

　A secret aura that even Hafgard could hardly detect...

　Arianwen subconsciously became alert, while Perlis walked across the hall as if nothing had happened and came to the statue.

　She stretched out her finger, dipped it in the copper bowl of holy water, and then raised her hand.

　Three drops enter the mouth, one drop falls on the top of the head and one drop falls on the chest.

　"The three karmas are pure," the old man smiled and nodded, "You understand our culture, even though we have been in decline for many years."

　"Culture and faith will never decline," Perlis glanced sideways, "the only thing that will decline is power."

　silence.

　The old man slowly stood up, walked to the altar, and did exactly the same thing as Perlis.

　Then he took off the robe on his head, revealing his cloudy eyes.

　"I am Raghunandan Bhattacharya. Even though the sea breeze does not favor Faun, it still tells me that you will come."

　He looked into Perlis's blood-red eyes:

　"Pure white fireworks."

　""

　The atmosphere in the room became a little tighter, but much more relaxed than when I first entered.

　Apparently, because of the respect that Pearlis showed for their culture, Raghunandan's guard was limited.

　How did she...know all this? Arianwen felt a little incredible.

　"I've seen the sea breeze," Perlis whispered, "the sea breeze, the wall of waves, and the whispers that rise and fall among the waves."

　As soon as these words came out, Raghunandan's eyes flickered a few times.

　"Do you dream, Miss Pearlis?"

　"Often." Perlis nodded.

　"Have you ever dreamt of places? Places that are important to you, far away, yet so close in your dreams?"

　"Ah."

　Perlis nodded slightly. Behind her, there seemed to be muffled thunder and a city under heavy rain.

　Raindrops from the silver city streaked across the windows, breaking them, and the wind whistled in, whimpering like a ghost.

　The ghost talks about the sunshine, the sunshine in the sea of ​​flowers, and the laughter of the young girl.

　""

　Facing the blurred gaze of Perlis, Raghunandan sighed softly:

　"Then you should know, Pure White Fireworks, that after crossing a certain boundary, we will never be able to return."

　"You can't go back to Undai," Perlis closed her eyes. "Why?"

　“You should understand, shouldn’t you?” Raghunandan’s voice was hoarse. “I recognize your gaze, and there’s no going back.”

　Can not go back.

　Dust star rain and sunlight.

　Once you cross a certain line, there's no going back.

　""

　Raghunandan walked to the altar, picked up a bunch of peacock feathers from the platform, dipped them in holy water, and gently sprinkled them on the statue.

　"My foresight has degenerated, leaving only my former instincts. The new generation of salt dwellers either live in the storm forever or have cloudy eyes."

　"What eyes?" Arianwen asked softly.

　"The third eye, the eye that connects to the lacquer god."

　"You worship the lacquer god." Perlis nodded slightly.

　“The times force us to make this choice,” Ragunandan sighed softly.

　The lacquer god, a side view of the three-wheeled fulcrum Urke Shakara, symbolizes fertility and death, and is the black statue enshrined on the altar.

　When Perlis came into contact with the Story String, she not only saw Undai and the Three-Wheeled Axis Eye located in the depths of the ocean, but also saw a lot of information about their religion.

　This is why she knew about the holy water purification ceremony.

　The use of the term "lacquer god" implies that Ragunandan's worship of this god is more extreme - this aspect of the three-wheeled axis doctrine is more violent, encouraging believers to use assassination to destroy their enemies and seize their own rights.

　"Many years ago, as the loser in a sectarian struggle, I brought my believers to the planet of Faun, and watched as more and more believers gathered."

　Raghunandan turned around and looked directly at Pearlis.

　"After the Lord's fall, many of us became blind and mad, and the best began to degenerate and become increasingly dull."

　"They are trapped in the cage of the present, gradually becoming paranoid and losing their place in the different worlds."

　"We must believe that the Lacquer God will return and lead us back to the storm of our birth."

　Raghunandan said, returning to the stall and sitting down.

　"It's a pity, as I said at the beginning, we can't go back."

　"Why can't you go back?" asked Alianwen.

　Raghunandan pointed to his forehead:

　"Uendai's position...requires our vision for navigation—real vision, not an illusion created by our photoreceptors."

　"Without vision, no one can find the exact location of Undai."

　He turned to Perlis and looked directly into her eyes:

　"Even you, pure white flame."

　Perlis nodded slightly in approval.

　She indeed failed to find the exact location of Undai, even in the intersection of story strings.

　In fact, when she saw the ocean planet, she noticed some information about the location coordinates and did try to record it.

　But she gave up.

　Because that coordinate is changing almost every moment.

　Constantly changing, like a string of garbled code.

　You need to have the vision of a salt dweller to find Wundai...

　"Tell me, who still has vision?" Perlis whispered.

　"I am a gang leader, Miss Perlis Havrgard," Raghunandan said softly, "A leader should seek the welfare of his people when making deals."

　What this means is that bargaining chips are needed for transactions.

　The Silver Robe Society does not have much influence on Shepherd Planet due to the eccentricity and paranoia of its members, and it seems that they have been close to rebellion several times.

　Assuming he has enough food, clothing and shelter, Ragunandan is definitely not asking for...

　Material things.

　Perlis was silent for a while, then said:

　"My goal is to kill the String Painter."

　As soon as these words were spoken, Raghunandan’s expression changed.

　Waves seemed to surge in those cloudy eyes, and Aryanwen suddenly realized that the mixed white matter was not a sign of aging, but solidified wave foam.

　"...You're going to kill the murderer?" he murmured softly.

　"In the name of the Faun," Perlis nodded, "the murderer of your lord will be severely punished, and finding Undai is the first step."

　"How can I be sure of your words?" Raghunandan asked softly.

　"Pure white fireworks don't lie." said Perlis.

　The two looked at each other, wind chimes tinkling softly above their heads and incense wafting in the air.

　After a long while, Raghunandan lowered his head and whispered:

　"My degraded vision tells me that you emerged from fire and rain, and your gaze holds the past I have seen—rebellion, murder, and freedom."

　He walked to the altar, picked up the peacock feather again, dipped it in holy water, and sprinkled it on the statue.

　Then, he turned around and looked at Perlis:

　"The history of the Salt People is a history of navigation. We set out from that small blue planet, carrying the name of Urke Shakara into the sea of ​​stars, using prophecies to benefit the universe and vision to guide fleets through the turbulent star fields."

　"In this process, a completely new civilization ecosystem gradually took shape: fleet civilization."

　"You mean, the Star Trek Alliance?" Arianwen gasped.

　"The star-piercing ship, which resides in the body of an ancient god and allows it to leap and avoid the sea of ​​stars," Ragunantan nodded. "If Luperca is the paradise island found by the cosmic survivors, then the star-piercing ship is the privateering fleet formed by the cosmic survivors."

　"They parasitize the orbit of the Ancient God's interstellar spaceship, Tamara-Toss, using its trajectory as a beacon for civilization. They continuously gather survivors from all over the galaxy during their journey. Currently, there are eight billion people aboard that giant ship."

　"Is the leader of that starship a descendant of the Salt People?" Eva Dani murmured.

　She never imagined that the so-called "salt people" from an unknown small world had such a secret history on the stage of the universe.

　Wuendai has always been an unknown world, but the Star Alliance is different.

　As one of the special types of civilizations born in the Chaos Box Universe, starships have always been the focus of research by Hafgard scholars.

　"I've only ever known a salt dweller whose vision hasn't degenerated. He monopolized all the coordinates related to Wundai and is now irreconcilable with my people, becoming the local tyrant on the starship."

　"His name is Odin Sharma, the One-Eyed Raven, and he calls himself the Executioner of the Paint God."

　"Now, his forces occupy the bridge area of ​​the starship and call themselves the Tuki faction."

　Raghunandan closed his eyes, but Pearlis could still sense his gaze.

　The gaze was a little dull, but it still came from him.

　Perlis knew that this was his degraded vision.

　"Be careful, pure white fireworks."

　Raghunandan gave a strange smile:

　“He can really see the future.”

Chapter 695 Heaven (Part 7) -4k-

　future.

　Before the Three-Wheel Axle, Perlis had only seen one being who could predict the future.

　And that prophecy is not something set in stone, but rather an abstract generalization and summary of the trend.

　The Three-Way Axis is a deity that exists simultaneously in the past, present, and future. As his descendant, Hongyue gained the abstract ability to manipulate the flow of water simply by falling from a fruit on the tree.

　Ragunandan meant that this descendant of the salt people named Odin Sharma had the ability to foresee the future.

　Perlis didn't know how far this foresight could go and how accurate it was.

　But she wasn't afraid.

　She knew that prophecies could not determine the future, and those who believed in prophecies would never have a good ending.

　However, Arianewen, Eva Dani and others will not be so calm.

　They exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

　"I am very relieved that perhaps in my lifetime I can see the fall of that murderer."

　Ragunandan sighed lightly, and his face looked even more haggard.

　"Over the years, I have witnessed the descendants of the salt people go from prosperity to disintegration. Having lost our sight, we are no longer favored and have become abandoned, exiled to every corner of the small garden."

　"Now, even the extreme Lacquer God cannot restrain their steps, and they are eager to return to their former glory."

　Raghunandan raised his head and looked directly at Pearlis.

　"Pure White Fireworks, will you forgive those lost lambs?"