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

　"My problem!" Evadani apologized immediately. "But honestly, if we want to resolve this rebellion, it's very easy with our strength. As long as the Celestial Envoy can enter the torrent, Odin Sharma will surrender immediately."

　"It's not that simple," Arianwen shook her head. "If their main gun, the old harpoon, is fired at full power, it is very likely to affect the stability of the Shadow Torrent."

　"That doesn't matter to us. We can just warp and escape," Eva Dani shrugged. "If he dares to launch it recklessly, they'll be the first to die."

　"This is the problem now," Alianwen sighed, "Odin Sharma is not afraid of death, but Miss Perlis needs him to stay alive until the coordinates of Undai are confirmed."

　"What a hassle..." Evadani ruffled her hair impatiently. "Well, in short, we will fly along the dark torrent according to the coordinates you provided. Once we find a suitable entry point, the Celestial Envoy will enter orbit and come to support you."

　"Understood. Before support arrives, Ikason and I will do our best to work with the local Freedom Alliance to resolve the rebellion." Arianwen said.

　"That's it for now, little hamster, protect yourself."

　"Don't worry, I can protect myself."

　Alianwen hung up the call, turned to look at Raja, and shook her head:

　"Reinforcements are not arriving so quickly, but our fleet is looking for an opportunity. As soon as we find a breakthrough point, we will immediately seize air supremacy on the upper deck."

　"I see," Raja nodded gently, "Then it seems that for a short period of time, we need to rely on ourselves."

　"We can do this," Nynaeve said optimistically. "The two Hafjards are truly... too powerful. Those people from Odin Sharma are nothing but paper tigers in front of you!"

　"Thank you for the compliment," Aryanwen chuckled and then looked at Raja, "If we want to go to the bridge area, what should we do?"

　Raja thought for a while and said slowly:

　"During the Great Drift War, most of the passages were destroyed, especially those leading to the upper hull. To force us onto the deck, Odin Sharma ordered the destruction of almost all of the passages at the end of the war."

　"That's pretty crazy," Arianwen sighed. "This way, he himself will find it difficult to control the lower levels."

　"The upper hull occupies the most resources, so he is fearless." Nynaeve looked disgusted.

　"After the war, there was only one way to get to the upper hull."

　Raja said, spreading out a map on the table and pointing to a path connecting the entire starship:

　"Route 74."

　"This passage is heavily guarded, and a long section has been transformed into a meltdown tunnel, approximately 500 kilometers long. Anyone entering it will be destroyed by the energy generated by the intense fusion."

　"It's a bit difficult..." Arianwen nodded slightly, "Even with my strength, it's difficult to ensure that an army can pass through."

　"But there is a way to bypass this passage," said Raja.

　"Go around?" Arianwen raised her head.

　"Ah."

　Raja pointed at the map and gestured roughly:

　"At the beginning of the design, there were many unknown passages on the starship, most of which were around the outer layer of the deck."

　"These passages were collectively called deck narrows and later became the territory of those nomadic peoples."

　"The only way to get through the molten tunnel is to find the warriors living in the narrow spaces between the decks."

　"They can lead us around the obstacles and directly to Haidu."

　Core Outer Ring Road-Route 74

　On the bridge, the red-clad believers fled into the distance like the receding tide, and the crowd was bustling.

　Pearlis followed behind them, walking as fast as they did.

　It didn't attack or speak, it just followed silently.

　After she got off the transport plane, the believers didn't even have the courage to come up and talk to her, and they ran away in a swarm.

　It was obvious that their robes were a hindrance when they were running away, and from time to time someone would be tripped and fall to the ground, rolling and crawling.

　So why do these mystical guys like to wear robes and hoods?

　Pearlis didn't know either.

　She just carried the Broken Star and followed the believers.

　As she followed, Carly laughed in her ear:

　"Little White Flower, you're chasing people like a psychopathic killer..."

　"Whose perverted killer is so beautiful..." Perlis muttered, "They won't talk to me, what should I do?"

　"You didn't call them?"

　"Then I'll shout."

　Perlis cleared her throat and shouted to the crowd in front:

　"Hey, don't run!"

　As soon as she finished shouting, the believers ran faster.

　"See, it's useless, isn't it?" Perlis shrugged slightly.

　"I can see that you don't want to talk to them, haha..."

　Perlis quickened her pace slightly and followed the red-clad believers into the depths of darkness.

　The bridge leads straight to the abyss at the end of the tunnel. The further she goes, the more Perlis feels a faint strange fragrance lingering in the space.

　This fragrance, accompanied by the disturbance of reality, made the scene before his eyes seem a little unreal - the surrounding environment was clearly getting darker, but the robes of those red-robed people seemed unaffected by the light and were still as bright as roses.

　"The reality here is very unstable," Carly's voice rang in her ears. "It's the influence of that core."

　"Real fragments of ancient gods..." Perlis murmured.

　At this moment, her eyes were attracted by a bright red on the side of the road.

　Perlis lowered her head and saw a believer lying in the middle of the road in a pool of blood.

　There seemed to be a penetrating wound in his back, as if something had pierced him.

　"Ok?"

　Perlis frowned, her senses reaching forward.

　Her vision was a step behind her senses, but she still took in everything in front of her: piles of corpses of red-robed cultists.

　They died, and their deaths turned into patches of red, which looked like fields of blooming roses under the rendering of low reality stability.

　When were they killed?

　Then, as if to confirm Perlis's thoughts...

　The whistling sound of wind came from behind her——

　"call----"

　Perlis turned her head, raised Shatterstar, and collided with the oncoming sword blade—

　"clang----"

　As sparks erupted, she saw a muscular man wearing armor and furs draped over his shoulders.

　He held a large sword, his body suspended in the air, and the thrusters on his armor continuously spewed out flames.

　But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through Perlis's defense——

　"call----"

　Perlis swung the sword casually, and the warrior flew out with his greatsword. Before he fell, he stabbed the sword into the ground, raising sparks dozens of meters away before stopping.

　The warrior slowly stood up, turned the sword in his hand, and looked at Perlis with a gloomy look.

　At this moment, Perlis suddenly discovered that warriors appeared in all directions around her since she had no idea when.

　They climbed the sides of the bridge like ghosts, stepped on the bricks on the top of the tunnel, or crawled on the ground, walking like reptiles.

　"...white-haired Havrgard..."

　"...demon..."

　Perlis heard them whispering.

　These warriors, without anyone noticing... wiped out all the believers.

　The person who came here is not a good person...

　""

　Perlis looked directly at the strongest man and spoke softly:

　"you are?"

　As soon as these words came out, Carly's laughter immediately rang in Perlis's ears:

　"Little White Flower, you seem to be provoking someone..."

　"It's just a provocation. They attacked me for no reason..." Perlis muttered.

　"Hafurgard..." the warrior leader whispered, "You shouldn't be here."

　"...How do I say hello? Carly, give the copywriter..." Polys said softly.

　"Just tell me...um...Sir, which faction do you belong to?"

　"Sir, which faction do you belong to?" Perlis asked politely.

　"Between the decks, the Tarek tribe," the leader whispered, "Warrior King."

　The Tarek tribe? Perlis glanced at the man and immediately spotted some characteristics of a barbaric people.

　Hmm...it seems that they are indeed descendants of the Tarek people.

　"When Colony 12 fell, the leader's message followed the drifting Mars to our world..."

　The leader stared at Perlis, hatred flashing in his eyes.

　"You...Hafurgard...helped the Star-Scorning Tribe murder our bloodline!"

　"For the wilderness!"

　Colony 12? Havrgard...? Help the Starscorners?

　Perlis frowned and soon realized who was behind it.

　—Kaelina Havrgaard.

　She sighed softly and said helplessly:

　"Enemies often meet on a narrow road..."

Chapter 711 Blade Logic (Part 7) -3k-

　The Tarik civilization has been destroyed. This is a fact observed by the High Heaven Court after the Shepherd Star String incident.

　Almost all the colonies were instantly destroyed by the Supreme String. No matter how prosperous they had been, in the face of the mighty power of the universe, the creations of civilization were nothing but a drop in the ocean.

　But the Tarik civilization is, after all, a nomadic people who grew up in the wilderness. No one knows exactly how many colonies they have, after all, there are so many corners of the universe.

　This so-called Colony No. 12 should be the planet that survived the great purge but ultimately failed to escape the control of the Star Defiant people.

　The massacre of that planet...according to the leader in front of us, it should have been led by Kalina Havrgard.

　This is equivalent to putting the blame on Gao Tianting...

　Perlis sighed softly and turned to the leader.

　"It was a misunderstanding," she said.

　"Misunderstand?"

　The Warrior King looked around at the warriors beside him. After hearing what Perlis said, most of those warriors bared their teeth, like angry tigers protesting.

　"How dare you insult us with such a crude lie!" the leader roared.

　Perlis knew she was not good with words, but she didn't expect them to get angry so quickly...

　She lowered her head and whispered:

　"Carly, do you have any more lines?"

　"It feels like it's too late," Carly chuckled, "They won't talk to you properly unless you fight."

　Indeed, the Tarek people in the narrow spaces on the deck seemed to be in some extreme emotions, and some had even started to scream.

　It has to be said that their fighting power was very strong. Among those believers, Perlis also recognized some members of high-quality races, but they still died very quickly and neatly.