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

　"Little White Flower, we're going to get through this okay."

　"Ah."

　Perlis didn't say anything more about Laplace and just enjoyed her breakfast obediently.

　After finishing breakfast, Perlis stood up and stretched:

　"Is there going to be a war meeting today? Next, we're going to the Star Alliance to find Odin Sharma, right?"

　"Yes, but don't worry," Carly waved her hand and began to clean up the dishes. "The poet said that you should go to the back garden to find him. He wants to give you a gift."

　"Another gift for me?" Perlis muttered, "Then I'll go first and be back soon."

　"It doesn't have to be that fast. Just chat with him," Carly smiled faintly. "He's very nice to Little White Flower, but Little White Flower is always impatient with him."

　"I'm not very impatient."

　Perlis waved and walked towards the back door.

　Pushing open the back door, the breeze from the back garden blew in your face, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants after the rain.

　A melodious flute sound was heard, and Perlis immediately saw the poet standing among the flowers and plants.

　He was playing a silver flute with a leisurely expression and elegant posture.

　In the air, strings vibrated, emitting faint ripples.

　Oh?

　Perlis slowly walked behind the poet, waiting for him to play.

　After a long time, the song ended, Ikan Geller turned around and looked at Perlis with a smile.

　"I heard you learned to play a musical instrument, so I'm going to give you this toy I recently came up with."

　"Is this what being a musician on Luperca is all about," Perlis said, taking the flute. "What's the point?"

　"You can use it to hit people. It hurts."

　"Um..."

　Pearlis played the flute a few times and it was indeed quite handy.

　"Anything else?" she asked.

　"Remember the Shepherd Star's String?" Ikan smiled. "Of course, this flute can't play the complete Shepherd Star's String, but it's enough for you to control the supreme three strings on Shepherd Star."

　"Destiny, truth, life," Perlis nodded. "If I'm not mistaken, if the ensemble is played properly, the lower power of the Shepherd's String should be able to be unleashed?"

　"Yes, although you cannot fully control an unspeakable being, it is enough for you to communicate with it," said the poet.

　Perlis looked at the flute engraved with silver patterns again, and finally a faint smile appeared on her face.

　"Thank you."

　"Why are you being so polite to me, Xiaohua?" Ikan walked up to Perlis. "This journey through the universe will surely bring many difficulties you can't imagine. You must protect yourself well."

　"Am I the kind of person who needs protection in your eyes?" Perlis tilted her head.

　"You are the most beautiful little flower under the ivory tower. No matter your body or soul, who would be willing to let you get hurt?"

　The poet waved to Perlis, then turned and walked towards the flowers.

　Watching his receding figure, Perlis was stunned for a moment, then gently extended her hand:

　“Icahn.”

　"Huh?" Icahn turned around. "What's going on?"

　"I have something to ask you."

　Perlis walked up to Ikan, raised her head slightly, and looked at him:

　“You could have manipulated the flow of the story strings, had complete control over the present, past, and future.”

　"But you let go."

　"Yes," Icahn nodded gently. "Didn't you also say I was slacking off and not doing my job properly?"

　"why?"

　The breeze blew across the skirt, bringing up petals and the girl's confusion.

　The old man in the Silver City always longs to control everything, longs to hold everything tightly, like a puppeteer behind the stage.

　He never reached that position in his entire life. After his death, the ideas he represented took over his flame and continued to carry out this behavior.

　But the Icahn in front of us clearly had control of all that, but was willing to let it go.

　""

　In response to Pearlis's question, Icahn smiled lightly and immediately extended his hand.

　He placed his hand on the top of Perlis's head, rubbed it, and said gently:

　“Because it was in that rain of uncertainty that a beautiful little white flower bloomed.”

　Dewdrops rolled down from the leaves and fell into the fluffy soil, and new green buds were faintly visible.

　"Free will is beautiful," Icahn said, looking down at the soil beneath his feet. "It's true that a thriving forest can be destroyed by a single fire, but if you plant a sapling in a pot, it will remain an insignificant seedling for its entire life."

　"According to Laplace... the String Painter's philosophy, if you can control everything, you can make everything develop in a positive direction," Perlis said softly, "the forest will not be burned down."

　“But what I consider good is not what everyone else considers good, nor is it necessarily what aesthetics considers good.”

　Icahn shook his head and smiled gently:

　“I love to see free will blossom like a flower, or bloom like a candle in the wind.”

　"When you're confused, look at yourself, Perlis."

　"You are the answer."

　After saying that, Icahn waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the sea of ​​flowers without looking back.

　Watching his back gradually disappearing in the wind, Perlis closed her eyes, and the rainy season in the silver city flickered again.

　Flowers grown in a greenhouse.

　Wildflowers born from strong winds and heavy rain.

　Perlis shook her head slightly, shaking these thoughts out of her mind.

　She is no longer the little girl who is full of worries and likes to be entangled. Even if the shadow of the past still follows her footsteps, she is confident that she can break through the siege.

　"You're being hypocritical again."

　Perlis put away the flute given by the poet, turned around, and walked towards the cafe.

　Today, the rain stopped and the sun is shining brightly.

　It is the day of departure.

Chapter 698 Moksada and His Scepter (Part 2) -4k-

　The Heavenly Holy Envoy, bridge.

　Arianewen propped her head up at the conference table, her eyes closed, and breathed heavily.

　Her consciousness was hazy and her mind was full of messy lines.

　The aroma of coffee lingered from afar, followed by the sound of the porcelain cup hitting the table.

　"Alianwen..."

　A whisper came into her ear, and Arianwen opened her eyes to see Eva Dani leaning close to her ear with a smile.

　"Ah...is it morning already?" She suddenly realized.

　"Yeah, I woke up ten minutes ago too," Eva Dani yawned. "But at least I sleep on my stomach. Your unique skill of falling asleep while sitting is so impressive. I never learned it in my entire college life."

　"That requires good manners," Alianwen muttered. "Besides, don't you sleep all the time at university? Otherwise, why would you only be my adjutant?"

　"What are you talking about? I am only willing to serve our best captain~"

　Eva Dani looked at Alianwen with a smile. The latter picked up the coffee, took a sip, and exhaled.

　"Well, at least the information and battle plan are complete. Once Miss Perlis arrives we can begin the battle meeting."

　"I am coming."

　The bridge door opened, and Perlis and Carly walked in side by side, looking good.

　Seeing the two Hafgards who had just woken up, Carly couldn't help but chuckle:

　"You guys are working too hard."

　"There's nothing I can do. Hard work can make up for lack of talent."

　Alianwen took the badge from her chest, inserted it into the console, and said:

　"Everyone gather and prepare for the combat meeting."

　""

　Ten minutes later, the core crew members of the Heavenly Holy Envoy all gathered on the bridge, around the conference table.

　Alianwen sat at the head of the table and gently scratched the alloy plate a few times with her hand. The red inscription extended along the tabletop, outlining a holographic image in the air.

　The image shows a huge black geometric mosaic, with a huge black cube at the front and a messy patchwork of rectangular blocks at the back.

　After looking at it for a long time, Perlis realized that it seemed to be a huge starship.

　"The Star Trekker, the mothership of the Star Trekker Alliance, is also their home," Arianwen explained. "It follows the orbit of the Ancient God's Star Trekker, Tamara-Toss, shuttling between the torrents of light and darkness."

　"If you've read the mission briefing in detail, you'll understand the danger of this mission—the star fields this giant ship is traveling through are mostly in unstable zones of light and darkness. Some star fields are so narrow that we can't even reach them using upper realm jumps. They're like cosmic minefields."

　Starliner Tamara-Toss, Perlis remembered the name.

　During the Shepherd's Chord incident, Xingmo and Aurora drove the Supreme Chord to herd the ancient beings among the stars, and successfully drove them to destroy the Starscorn fleet.

　Starliner is one of them.

　He is a flight across the stars, a penetrater of countless worlds, a unifying scepter. In deep space, he appears as a slender squid-like creature composed of nebulae, leaving a long silver trail in the star fields he passes through.

　He will instinctively fly towards the world where civilization exists, leaving behind a silver trail in the night sky of civilization. Therefore, as long as you follow the long trail he left behind, you can find each civilization.

　To civilization, He is an unspeakable being that leans towards the friendly side. At least He has never taken the initiative to launch an act of destruction against the civilized world.

　By following His trajectory, countless civilizations were able to avoid the crazy star field and find the next civilization, and the worlds were thus connected.

　This is why the belief in Him has spread widely among many civilizations.

　However, after the rise of the Star-Scorning Clan, countless worlds were disintegrated into basic memes, and the number of existing civilizations became fewer and fewer. After the number of civilizations dropped below a certain threshold, the Star-Traveling Flight plunged headfirst into the torrent of light and darkness.

　He seemed to be avoiding something until the Shepherd's String drove him once again.

　"According to the briefing, if we want to board the Star Trek, the best way is to fight in a small group."

　Arianwen gently pulled the stone slab, and the holographic projection transformed into the Holy Envoy of Heaven.

　"As long as the team boards the interstellar ship and prevents the calibration beacon, the Celestial Envoy will be able to model the distribution of light and dark torrents and perform a safe upper bound jump in a specific area, thus providing support to the team."

　After Aryanwen finished speaking, a crew member raised his hand:

　"Captain, why don't you try to communicate with Odin Sharma first?"

　"We've tried," Arianewen said, "and they haven't responded to us. It seems that due to the quantum interference caused by the light and dark torrents, the starship hasn't actively communicated with the outside world for five years."

　"But not long ago, it sent out a message," Evadani placed her hand on the alloy plate. "During the Shepherd's Chord incident, the Star Crossing Flight briefly escaped the torrent of light and darkness, and we received the message."

　Red patterns formed a complex audio band in the air, which played out:

　"...People of Tamara-Toth, I am Odin Sharma, the one-eyed crow you fear..."

　"...Your resistance...is ineffective...The bridge will...determine the course..."

　"...stop resisting...or we will..."

　"...into the abyss..."

　“...sizzle...”

　The audio message ends, followed by a brief silence.

　"A civil war," said Arianwyn. "While the divisions within the community aboard the starship were anticipated, this audio message suggests the situation is far more complex."

　"There's a civil unrest happening on that super-giant starship."