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

　She left all the wailing and crying behind.

　Half an hour later, a beam of white light descended from low Earth orbit. The surface of Tarek 13 crumbled under the spread of the white light, quickly disintegrating into basic meme units and being absorbed by the Starconian fleet.

　On the bridge, Kaileena quietly watched the planet crumble into white fragments with an indifferent expression.

　She knew that the Tarek civilization was completely wiped out, and not even a single soldier was left.

　The complete destruction of another civilization.

　Kylina turned her head and looked at the other elder beside her, and said softly:

　"Are you sure Odin Sharma can complete those commissions?"

　"He's just one of the candidates," the elder's astral body flickered, transmitting the information to Kalina through her bracelet. "Don't worry, Gray Flame."

　"I need to leave the group for a while," Kylina said, "There are some things that need to be investigated."

　"You have no right to leave the group," the elder warned.

　Responding to it were bloodshot eyes flashing with constellation totems.

　"Only the Lord can command me." Kalina said softly.

　Kaileena turned and left the bridge, heading into the dark corridor.

　She returned to her cabin, walked to the receiving table, and stared at the heart floating inside.

　Hedi Havrgard, this is the name of the owner of the heart, the captain of the Destiny.

　Kylina reached out and touched the heart, and the blue light began to disintegrate her consciousness.

　She once again dived into the sea of ​​her own consciousness, and amidst the chaotic flickering of light and shadow, broken images flashed by one by one.

　The fragment of the star in this heart is called the Language of the Heart. Through it, Kalina repeatedly disintegrates her own consciousness and pieces together the extracted images.

　Her past, the past of growing up in Gaotian Court, touching Bai Yan's past.

　Fire burned holes in the gray picture, but behind the holes, there seemed to be endless darkness.

　""

　Kalina opened her eyes and removed her hand from the heart.

　She noticed the weirdness in her memory, but couldn't dispel it.

　During this time, she repeatedly tried to use the language of the heart to deconstruct her own memories, but no matter what she did, she could not get any more information.

　It seems that this time, leaving the group is inevitable.

　Kalina stood up and looked at the sea of ​​stars outside the window.

　She needed a salt dweller, one who had not yet lost his sight, to help her peek into her own memories.

　The salt dweller Kailina, who had not lost her memory, only knew one.

　"Odin Sharma."

　Kalina picked up the heart from the container, tore a crack in it and threw it in, then turned and left the room.

　As soon as she left the house, she gave orders to the two Star-Smiting soldiers guarding the door:

　"Ready my shuttle."

　END

Chapter 697 Mok?adasmace and his scepter mok?adasmace-4k-

　rain.

　It always rains in the Silver City.

　In the gray training ground, the girl held a butterfly knife with her eyes closed.

　Ten machine guns were pointed at her from different angles, ready to fire.

　"Clap."

　There was the sound of water drops falling to the ground, the girl opened her eyes, and Red Thunder rushed onto the butterfly knife.

　At the same time, the machine guns took turns firing -

　"Da da da da da da da-"

　The girl's figure turned into a red afterimage. She kept waving her butterfly knife, dodging machine guns one after another.

　“Ding ding ding ding ding ding—”

　"Da da da da da da da-"

　One after another, the machine guns exploded and turned into ashes in the surging red thunder.

　Fifteen seconds later, Perlis once again stood in the center of the training ground and swung her knife.

　"Zizzi."

　Red sparks splashed to the ground, and all the machine guns lowered their muzzles and fell silent.

　The only sound I could hear was the faint sound of rain outside the window.

　""

　grey.

　In the locker room, the girl took off her combat uniform and changed into a school uniform shirt. She pulled her black silk stockings down to her knees and snapped them shut with a "snap".

　She slipped her feet into her loafers, picked up the bag next to her, and walked out of the locker room.

　After each test, she always took the bus home to finish her homework.

　The girl walked out of the silver building. The rain was falling softly, like a gray filter covering the city.

　She opened her umbrella, walked to the bus stop on the side of the road, and waited quietly at the platform.

　Silver city, gray rain, blood-red eyes.

　A familiar sound of footsteps was heard: steady and calm, pacing beside the young lady.

　The girl turned her eyes slightly and saw the old man with silver eyes coming to her side and waiting with her.

　"Did the test go well today?" he asked.

　The girl nodded and immediately turned her gaze back to the gray street.

　The old man stared at the girl's profile with his silver eyes for a long time, then said:

　"I looked at today's data. It's fifteen seconds. I haven't made any progress in a month. According to the theoretical maximum conversion rate of the Factor Bracelet, it should be no problem to reduce the time to ten seconds."

　"Your potential is far greater than you realize, you just have to control it."

　"I can't do it." The girl said softly.

　"Why?" The old man lowered his head.

　"I can't control everything." The girl shook her head.

　The cold water splashed in my face, accompanied by a sneer, echoing deep in my mind.

　"You mean those people and things in school?" The old man's mouth curled up slightly. "Why can't you control it? As long as you ask me, I will arrange for those children who bully you to be expelled from school tomorrow. Or, Ivar will be happy to teach them a lesson."

　"No need." The girl shook her head.

　"Even if it means losing control of your life?" the old man said, "My child, if you cannot control the path ahead, one day a disaster so hopeless that it will leave you powerless will appear before you."

　The girl didn't say anything, but just stared at the rain in front of her quietly.

　The old man raised his head, looked towards the end of the road, and murmured softly:

　"Let's say you're waiting for the bus to go home right now. You've already completed your tasks for the day and have plenty of time. Even if the bus is delayed, it doesn't matter at all - it's just a little longer."

　"But what if a disaster is approaching? The silver building behind you is about to collapse, and you only have ten seconds to escape?"

　"What if Dr. Fellowes is in grave danger and you only have five minutes to get to the scene?"

　As soon as these words came out, the old man saw the girl turn her eyes to the side, and in the gray mist, her bloodshot eyes flashed with a fierce light.

　In response, he just shook his head slightly:

　"You can't control the bus arrival schedule, so you can't decide what opportunities you will miss: it could be a meal with the remaining warmth fading away, or it could be a life-or-death farewell."

　"Believe me, I've lost control myself. My love died because of it."

　As he spoke, a pitch-black hovercraft flew through the rain and stopped beside the platform.

　The driver opened the door from the driver's seat, walked to the back seat and opened the door for the old man.

　The old man stepped onto the back seat, stopped the driver from closing the door, and cast his eyes towards the girl:

　“Controlling everything within sight is the key to the future.”

　He waved to the girl with a kind smile:

　"Get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

　The girl looked directly into the old man's silver eyes, the surface of which was covered with a thin layer of mist.

　She didn't say anything and didn't get in the car.

　The old man shook his head slightly, gestured to the driver, and the car door closed.

　The dark luxury car glided through the rain and drove to the end of the foggy street.

　The girl lowered her head, looked at her slender fingertips that were half exposed from her sleeves, and gently clenched her fists.

　She exhaled a breath of white air, then folded the umbrella and put it back into her bag.

　Then she ran into the rain, running towards home as fast as she could.

　"Well..."

　Perlis opened her eyes, got up and rubbed her temples.

　I'm dreaming again. I've been dreaming a lot lately...

　She dreamed that she was running in the rain for a long time, and then was scolded when she returned home.

　rebuke...

　Pearlis turned her head and saw bursts of busy sounds coming from outside the bedroom, accompanied by the faint aroma of breakfast.

　The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she climbed out of bed and started to get dressed.

　Ten minutes later, Pearlis walked out of the bedroom and happened to meet Carly coming out of the kitchen with coffee.

　"Good morning." Perlis smiled.

　"Good morning, little white flower."

　Carly put the coffee on the table and saw Pearls come over and kiss her lightly on the cheek.

　"What's the matter? You're acting like a spoiled child so early in the morning." Carly looked at Perlis with a smile.

　"I dreamed of Laplace and his teachings."

　Perlis sat down at the dining table and looked at today's breakfast: mixed noodles, clay pot soup, and a cup of coffee with orange juice, a very stomach-warming set meal.

　Carly took off her apron, sat down next to Perlis, and said:

　"Huabao, I think you're a little too concerned about Laplace. You have to know that the Painter of Strings is not him, and he may not possess the same political power as him. Even if the Painter of Strings is him, we've already defeated him once."

　"I'm not worried about that," Perlis muttered, "Kaelina Hafgard... I see my shadow in her."

　"You haven't met her yet..." Carly chuckled.

　"I can probably guess."

　Perlis took a sip of the powder and waited until she finished chewing before continuing:

　"A young Hafgard, trained and deceived by him, fought for a wrong goal until he finally realized his mistake."

　"This is exactly the same as me back then, and it's completely in line with Laplace's approach..."

　Perlis narrowed her eyes slightly, and the mist on the surface of her bloodshot eyes was faintly visible.

　"He always wanted to control everything, people and things."

　It always rains in the Silver City.

　Carly put her hand gently on Perlis's shoulder and squeezed it: