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

　"...pure white flames will fall before the host..."

　"Don't worry, Perlis Havrgard won't leave the Star Trek alive. Once everything is settled, we might be able to sell her remains to the Star Scoundrels. You know, those lunatics love to exhibit these unique individuals in the Meme Museum..."

　"As for you...my friend..."

　"Just do what you have to do."

　Engine area.

　"That's pretty much the situation, Miss Arianwyn Halfgard."

　When Raja finally briefed Aryanwen on the whole situation, he sat back and let out a long breath.

　Nynaeve poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, then looked at Arianwyn.

　"So... as long as the broadcast area is captured and you can contact the outside world... Hafgard's fleet will come to our aid?"

　"That's right," Arianwen nodded gently, "However, the light and dark torrents are very unstable, so the extent to which this help can be provided is still unknown."

　"That's worth a try," Raja murmured softly, "As Moksada, I must be responsible to my people. After the Great Drift War, Odin Sharma significantly increased the power of the secondary fusion, and my people are paying the price with their lives."

　"The previously written program has been uploaded and synchronized to the Free Alliance's weapons system," Nynaeve nodded. "If we want to send troops, we can assemble now."

　"Then let's assemble."

　Arianwen stood up and stretched her joints.

　There's still no news from Miss Pearlis, and now she can only rely on herself...

　As soon as this thought came to mind, Alianwen suddenly felt the light and shadow in front of her eyes flash rapidly several times.

　She suddenly found herself standing in a sea of ​​pure white flowers, with white flowers swaying on the hem of her skirt.

　Perlis stood opposite her with an indifferent expression.

　In an instant, Aryanwen realized where she was -

　——The collective subconscious sea of ​​Havrgaard.

　Most of the time, this place is just a gathering place of subconsciousness. Some powerful Hafurgard can actively pull other Hafurgard in to communicate.

　"Miss Perlis!"

　Alianwen quickly trotted forward two steps and came to Perlis.

　"Are you okay?"

　"I'm fine, don't worry about me," Perlis shook her head gently, "How are you guys over there, Alianwen?"

　"I used the Overlay Shadow to dodge the bombardment. Everyone is safe," Arianwen breathed out. "We have now formed an alliance with the Free Alliance in the Engine District."

　Then, Alianwen probably exchanged some information with Perlis, including the Free Alliance and Moksada.

　"So... they all claim to be Moksada..." Alianwen frowned, "Raja and Odin."

　"What do you think?" asked Perlis.

　"The residents of the Star Trek seem to have been deeply influenced by the culture of the Salt People... or more precisely, by the Church of the Three-Wheeled Axle," Arianwen nodded. "The local people have a strong faith in Mok'sada. They seem to firmly believe... that they need the guidance of a prophet."

　Prophet.

　Perlis raised her head, looked at the starry sky above the sea of ​​flowers, and closed her eyes.

　The giant ship sailing in the darkness could be destroyed by the dark torrent at any time. The core of the entire civilization is nothing more than a scale from the ancient gods...

　Under such a premise, they are hesitant and afraid...

　This is why they hope to have a prophet with the ability of foresight to guide them.

　But can a prophet really predict the future?

　""

　"Next, I will go to the core area and meet with the Unification Church."

　As Perlis spoke, she turned around in the sea of ​​flowers.

　"I'll try to get the coordinates of Undai from Odin Sharma first. You should gather as many allies as possible and build good relations with the locals."

　"Got it." Alianwen saluted.

　The sea of ​​flowers dissipated, and Alianwen suddenly came to her senses and found that she had just stood up.

　To outsiders, the communication just now seemed to last only a moment.

　"Miss Aryanwen, are you okay?" Raja keenly noticed Aryanwen's daze.

　"I'm fine," Arianwen nodded, "Let's go, it's time to set off. Let me meet your army."

　"You will be disappointed," Raja chuckled. "They have not received formal military training and have nothing but their faith in me."

　"that's enough."

　Alianwen patted Raja's shoulder, her bloodshot eyes flashing.

　“Faith is everything we need right now.”

　Half an hour later, under the orange light of secondary fusion, Arianwen arrived at the valve port at the edge of the engine area on a transport plane.

　Here, yellow tents are scattered like mushrooms on the rust-colored ground.

　After the transport plane landed, Raja was the first to jump off the ground and gave a gentle hug to the big man who was walking towards him.

　Although he was called a big man, he was actually not a human being - this guy was gray all over, like a rough rock. If it weren't for the few pieces of flesh and skin on his face, Aryanwen would have mistaken this guy for a stone man.

　"This is Singh," Raja introduced him to Aryanwen, "the general of the rebel army."

　"The title is empty! I'm just your servant! Hahaha!"

　Singh smiled broadly and looked at Aryanwen.

　"You must be Havrgard!" Singer patted his chest. "Ha! Your companions are quite courageous! They actually volunteered to go through the valve. You know, the firepower of the war fortresses on the passage is very strong! They'd probably be wiped out by now! Haha, look at your skinny arms and legs, one bullet can turn you into a bloody mist!"

　Alianwen didn't respond. She didn't quite like this overly direct... um... is this a joke?

　"Are your men organized?" asked Raja.

　"The advance team of 500 men may depart immediately!" Singh shouted. "Moksada! This time, have you foreseen the future? Will it be victory or defeat?"

　"I foresee glory." Raja nodded slightly.

　"Ha! That sounds like something the lunatics in the deckroom would yell!" Singh patted Raja's chest. "Let's go! We still have twenty war fortresses to deal with!"

　After saying this, he took the lead and led everyone towards the camp.

　At this time, transport planes were parked in the port on the edge of the camp, taking off one after another and circling in the air.

　Along the way, Aryanwen saw many life forms from different civilizations: some were standard primates with different features, some were simply made of gray stones, crawling on the ground with arthropod-like limbs, and some were giants as tall as mountains, with a head similar to... an elephant?

　It is worthy of being a ship on the road of civilization, with all kinds of rare and exotic animals.

　Soon, Arianwen boarded the command ship and came to the dilapidated spherical bridge.

　Nani had been waiting here for a while. When she saw Raja, she ran over and gave him a quick hug, saying:

　"The assembly is complete, the weapons' software has been updated, and the advance team is ready to depart at any time."

　"Well done," Raja patted Nani's shoulder gently and turned to look at Singh. "General, what do you think?"

　"Huh? What do you think? Let's send a few ships out to test the waters first! The war fortress has always been well-maintained! Even if you foresee glory, I'm not optimistic about this operation!"

　After saying this, Singh looked at Aryanwen with distrust.

　Nani shook her head and said:

　"There's no need to send anyone out. I can just use the signal base station to see if I can receive the signal from the War Fortress."

　As she spoke, she began to tinker with the pile of machines beside the control panel, tinkering left and right.

　As she fiddled with it, her brows furrowed slightly.

　"What's wrong?" Raja asked.

　"Strange...where's the signal from the war fortress?" Nynaeve muttered.

　"Your machine must be broken!" laughed Singer.

　"No, it's impossible!" Nynaeve glared at Singer. "Absolutely impossible! My machine won't break! Wait... there's a signal here!"

　Nani finished speaking and adjusted the frequency.

　Then, a familiar voice came from the communicator:

　"This is Ikasen Hafgard. Twenty war fortresses have been cleared. You can come over."

　Hearing this, everyone on the bridge froze.

　Singh looked at Nani in astonishment for a while, then turned his gaze to Arianwen.

　Alianwen shrugged and said:

　"I already said that."

Chapter 707 Blade Logic (Part 3) -4k-

　The transport plane passed through the open gate and flew upwards along the vast black passage.

　Dozens of transport planes flew in coordination, surrounding the command ship, like a collective of falcons.

　After rising in the black tunnel for fifteen minutes, the vast freight tunnel came into view, accompanied by plumes of rising smoke.

　Above the passage, war fortresses stand like sand castles on the beach, and collapse like sand castles.

　Most of them were in ruins, billowing with black smoke, and looked as if they had been heavily bombed.

　Witnessing this scene, General Singh's mouth opened wider and wider, and cracks appeared on his stone chin.

　"Damn...that guy is so awesome?" Singer muttered.

　Arianwyn glanced at him, then turned to Nynaeve beside her:

　"I sensed him. Land in the open space in front of the first fortress."

　"Very well," said Nynaeve, awed. "I will land..."

　The command ship slowly landed in front of the war fortress, while the transport ships flew away one by one to other war fortresses.

　Arianwen got off the transport plane and saw Ikason right in front of the fortress.

　He was sitting on a stone, rubbing his sword repeatedly with a whetstone.

　Beside him, the soldiers of the Guards were resting casually. Most of their weapons were a kind of sword called "Executioner": the sword body was slender, but the tip was rectangular, and the whole sword was shining with a red light.

　Some people also used weapons similar to maces and meteor hammers. Although they were of different types, they all contained strong factor energy.

　Hearing the footsteps, Ikason raised his head and smiled faintly at Alianwen:

　"The fight went smoothly and I put them all in jail."

　Ikason glanced at Singer next to him and raised his chin at him:

　"General Singh, do you still think I'm reckless?"

　"I...I need to go and check on the hostages myself!"

　Singh ran past Ikason in disbelief and headed towards the ruined war fortress.

　"How do you feel?" asked Arianwen.

　"It's okay. Some of the White Hunters are relatively difficult to deal with, and we need to find their vital points," Ikason said. "For the rest, using Whistling is very effective."

　Howling, Ikason's star fragment, can increase his speed to a level that is invisible to the naked eye, making him like a howling gale in battle.

　"The assault went quite smoothly, mainly because we had too many of them. After we eliminated the first three war fortresses, the ones behind them not only refused to surrender, but even dared to fire at us. Fortunately, the brothers in the Guards were very clever. They used the artillery of these fortresses to directly bombard them, which doubled the efficiency."

　"As long as it goes smoothly," Alianwen nodded gently. "So, the next step is just to attack the broadcasting area?"

　"I've rested well, how about you?" Ikason said.

　At this time, General Singh came out from the fort gate.

　He trotted up to Ikason and excitedly grabbed his hand:

　"Brothers! You guys are amazing! I saw those injured White Hunters. When I mentioned you in front of them, they were so scared that they almost peed themselves! Hahahahahaha!"

　"Um....thank you?"

　Ikason was a little at a loss. Seeing the arrogant stone man in front of him suddenly become so enthusiastic, he smiled helplessly.